From the time I was old enough to drive, my friends and I had gone camping on the banks of Lake Jocassee. In high school the trips were mainly for fishing but as the college years came and went the fishing had become less important and the drinking had taken center stage. It was not unusual for things to get a little crazy but other than a few harmless hook ups and some wicked hangovers it was all good fun. All that changed last summer when one of my friends brought his wife on our weekend.
We were all in our mid twenties and Sam was the first of us to get married. We figured he was out of the annual camping trip as his wife had never been before and she seemed a little too mature to hang out with all of us unmarried types whose lifestyle was a long trip from one party to the next. Not only that she did not get along well with a couple of the girlfriends who were coming. To my surprise she and Sam agreed to go and the date was set.
We followed tradition and I was in charge of the alcohol. This year I had mixed up a vat of grain punch supplemented by coolers full of beer. My girlfriend at the time was a flight attendant and she could not make the trip which meant that I was joined by five couples and would be the only one who would be going to bed alone each night -- at least that is what I thought.
We arrived at the campground late on Friday night and everyone set up their tents. My tent became known as the Taj Mahal because it was the biggest and was by far the best furnished. I had an air mattress fit with a nice fitted sheet and a large down comforter to keep me warm on the chilly mountain nights. The liquor and beer was positioned strategically right outside the door of my tent. The first night was pretty low key as we all prepared for a big day on Saturday.
Saturday dawned warm and beautiful and we loaded up the coolers on to Sam's ski boat and spent the day taking groups out for tubing and water skiing. I spent the day sipping beer and ogling the women who were all looking good in their bikinis. Sam's wife Karen in particular was stunning. I had never really thought of her as hot, probably because she dressed very conservatively, but she looked great in her bikini. It was white and tight and did a great job of displaying her bosoms. She hid them well in street clothes but there was no hiding those D cups when she stripped down to go tubing. Unfortunately she wore a t-shirt and shorts when she was not getting in or out of the water. It was a great day on the lake and everyone was feeling good as we made our way back to the campground for the real party to start.
We grilled burgers and hot dogs but mostly we drank. Sam in particular was pounding the grain punch and became really drunk as the evening continued. Sam broke out the cigars as we sat around the campfire. This was obviously the first time he had cut loose since he got married and he was taking full advantage. Karen had changed into a pair of cotton gym shorts and a t-shirt and I noticed she was getting irritated as Sam got drunker and drunker. She had a good buzz like the rest of us but was not in the same state as her husband. She tried to get him to go to their tent but he would have none of it. He got louder and louder as he drank and soon the other couples drifted off to their tents leaving me alone with Sam and his pissed off wife.
Around midnight a light rain started and that was enough to end the party and I helped Karen get the stumbling Sam back up the hill and into their tent. I walked back to the Taj Mahal and climbed in for what was surely going to be a great night of sleep with the rain pelting the outside of my tent. No sooner had I stripped down to my boxers than I heard Karen voice on the outside of my tent.
"Dan, are you in there?" She asked.
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked as I unzipped my tent flap.
"I need your help with Sam. He threw up in our tent." She said angrily.
I grabbed my flashlight and trotted over to Sam's tent. The rain was a little steadier and it was cold against my upper body. I shone my light in and it was not a pretty sight. I shoved him over to the side of his air mattress and covered him with the unsoiled sleeping bag. It smelled horrible and I quickly backed out of the tent.
"He is going to have to sleep that one off." I said.
Karen responded with great frustration, "I am going to have to hike back to the car because I can't sleep in there."
"You are welcome to sleep in my tent if you promise to behave." I said in a weak attempt at humor.
"Actually, if you don't mind I think I will. I probably need to stay fairly close to Sam in case the asshole gets sick again." She replied, surprising me completely.
I was feeling a little awkward but we really did not have much of a choice. The cars were over a mile away and there was no way she could stay in the tent with Sam. So we walked back to mine and climbed in. I was pretty cold by the time I pulled the down comforter over us. I was still only wearing my boxer shorts and was doing all I could not to think that a mere inches from me was a stunningly attractive woman.
"I am freezing." I said. "It must have dropped twenty degrees when the rain started."
"I am cold too." She said.
A little grain punch courage surged through me and I asked her, "Do you mind if we spoon until we warm up? This comforter is not big enough to let us keep our distance."
"It's cool with me but don't get any crazy ideas with my husband twenty yards away. Although, it would serve him right." She said with an innocent chuckle.
I moved behind her and she pushed her back against my chest. Immediately I felt her warmth and it was wonderful. My arms were wrapped around her but I was careful to stay far away from those beautiful breasts. Unfortunately I could not help the arousal creeping into my groin. I knew she could feel me swelling and I had to say something.
"OK, I am sorry that I am starting to get aroused." I said with some exasperation. "I can't help it and I promise you I won't try anything."
"Don't worry about it." She replied. "I would probably be offended if you didn't."
For some reason, as soon as she said that my arousal went into overdrive. I have a decent sized seven inch cock and it was at full mast within seconds. I had to reach down and readjust myself.
"Excuse me." I said as I adjusted my cock upward.
She simply lay quietly as my engorged member pressed against her ass. For what seemed like an hour we lay there not moving. I could tell that she was not asleep and there was no way I was going doze off in my state of arousal.
"Are you awake?" Karen whispered.
"How did you figure?" I replied sarcastically.
"It has something to do with the tree trunk pressing against my fanny." She said with a laugh.
