My boyfriend and I have been together 3 years. I'm 23 years old, my boyfriend is 28. I am 5' 10" tall, with long dark brown hair to the middle of my back, blue eyes, 126 lbs. a nice bubble butt, tight flat tummy, and 36E breasts, and yes they are real. My 36E-22-35 figure usually gets stares from most guys I walk past. My boyfriend Deen is just your average nice guy with average looks, great intelligence. He's an all around wonderful man who I will never, ever leave. But I'm not perfect.
Every summer since getting together with Deen we've gone wilderness camping in the summer.
We usually spend a while during the fall and winter months going over possibilities and doing research. It sounds funny, but we actually sometimes just pull up Google earth and try to scout out a new place. It's pretty easy really: you need a place that is in either national forest (U.S.) or crown lands (Canada), basically public property, so that you're not trespassing. We look for a place we can drive to, and then safely leave the trucks and hike a ways in, so that it's a more remote spot. We've ended up in Michigan's upper peninsula somewhere in the Hiawatha National Forest, as well as farther north into Ontario, a ways north of Lake Superior. We usually take enough supplies for a couple weeks: tents, sleeping bags, lots of food and drinks, and of course bug bombs and bug spray.
This year things didn't happen as routinely as I thought they would. We'd been planning this trip for a year, and I'd scouted out a place that looked really interesting, near a remote lake. Deen and I were going to go along with his friend Todd, and Todd's girlfriend. The night before the trip Todd and his girlfriend had an argument, a big one. This wasn't anything new, at 20 years old they argued a lot, but this time they actually broke up.
Todd was devastated, and Deen and I didn't know what to do. We spent some time with him, trying to distract him, but he was just so down and dejected.
That night we went to bed and after talking a while we finally decided to get some sleep. I was so depressed and absent minded that it actually didn't register with me when I first felt Deen's hand on my side, sliding up and down and then reaching around to grab one of my tits. Gently at first he started to squeeze them and then more firmly as I felt him harden up behind me, poking my ass with a a persistence I knew wouldn't be put off.
After what seemed like close to an hour of him eating my pussy and me cumming more times than I could keep track of, I felt him slide into me. Slowly he worked his big throbbing cock into me, and with a smile and wink he said, "Damn, girl, every time I try to get it in I have to check to make sure it's your pussy and not your ass! You have the tightest pussy in the world!!" With that he was in me and fucking me so deeply while he played with my tits and kissed me deeply. After close to a half hour of bliss with his cock deeply inside me I felt him start to swell up and harden even more and then I felt wave after wave of orgasm on my part as I felt him splatter my pussy with his thick gooey cum.
In a minute or so I regained my composure and kissed him a few times and told him we're going to be so tired in the morning. With that he pulled out and rolled me on my left side and spooned with me, arms around me, hands cupping my tits, gently massaging them, as we started to drift.
Slowly I realized I'd been selfish because I'd been so involved in sex I forgot about how much Todd was going through. I whispered, "what are we going to do about Todd?"
Deen paused and then said, "We'll bring him along! It will be good for him to get away from her for a few days and clear his head."
We both knew it was true. Todd had been as excited about the trip for as long as we had. If we left him home he'd be all alone, depressed, and miserable without his girlfriend. If we went alone it would be a pretty quiet couple of weeks with just the two of us.
Deen then added, "Besides, we'll need him to help carry stuff. He has to carry for two now since his girlfriend ditched."
With that I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning we woke up early, around 4 a.m. I showered first and then did my makeup and pulled my hair back into a pony tail. "No time to spend on the hair today," I thought.
"Can't rough it in curls."
I set about packing the last few items and going back over the list. I pulled on my favorite pair of blue boy shorts, a cute little blue jean skirt, and a tank top. I knew we'd spend the next ten hours cooped up in the truck so I didn't bother putting on anything hot, heavy, or confining. After a quick thought process I decided not to even bother with the bra. I always hated how wearing a bra and a tank top together makes you look like you have a second job collecting straps.
We grabbed the last few items, having mostly packed the truck the night before, and headed over to Todd's.
When we went into the house we found Todd was still asleep in the bedroom. Deen said "get him woke up and tell him to get his ass out of bed, I'll go get gas for the truck."
I gave Deen a quick peck on the cheek and watched him walk out the door, and decided to try to wake Todd up.
Todd did not want to wake up; apparently he drank a bit too much the night before, and he was dead to the world. I stood over him and tried to wake him, then sat on the bed next to him, still trying to shake him. Finally, not having much luck, I got on the bed, straddling him, and started to tickle him. That did the trick as he started to wake.
As I tickled him I felt something else start to wake, and as he opened his eyes and saw me straddling him and tickling him, I felt that distinct rise beneath me. I blushed and he saw that I realized what was happening.
With a big grin he said "Sorry, morning wood."
I hesitated a few minutes, resting against it, and told him he was going with us. He didn't want to hear of it, but I kept on telling him how it would do him good to get him out of the house. I explained how he'd looked forward to the trip as long as we had, and that his girlfriend breaking up with him was bad enough by itself, without letting the breakup ruin his camping trip as well.
I suddenly realized the longer I talked to him the more he stared at my tank top and the harder he got.
Finally I said, "Want me to get off you, silly?"
"Do you have to?" he said with a tentative laugh.
I could tell he was only partly kidding, and told him that I better, because I didn't think I could finish what I was starting.
He told me he was pretty sure I could, but not sure I should.
With that, I got off him, dragged him out of bed by his hand, and told him go get in the shower and hurry up. I smacked his ass playfully and noticed how huge the bulge looked in his shorts.
"I'll get your stuff packed in the truck when Deen gets back. Just hurry, and no playing in there!" I told him.
When Deen came back and I went outside and told him Todd was getting ready. We loaded his stuff in the truck. It was going to be a long enough trip anyway, but given that Todd was not going to be driving separately now, we had to cram more of his stuff in the truck and I knew that the trip would be cramped.
Finally Todd came out and we piled into the truck and headed off, me sandwiched between both guys. We set off for the freeway and headed up the interstate. Our trip would take hours and hours, but at least with me controlling the radio, we wouldn't have to listen to anything lame...well, until we got too far north for decent radio stations.
The trip up there was interesting. I felt looks at me from both directions, but at different times. I've always been good at being able to tell when I'm being checked out; I think it's an extra sense or something. I had the uneasy feeling that both guys were thinking the same thoughts, since I sensed them staring at my tank top and my skirt and legs. It also dawned on me that sitting in the truck, my skirt was dangerously close to not even covering my panties.
I eventually drifted off to sleep for a while, and finally awoke from hearing Deen tell Todd "if she's annoying you just push her over to my shoulder for a while."
I realized I'd slumped over and was sleeping on Todd's shoulder. I sat up and apologized.