We were sitting around the campfire, it was late, and everyone else was long asleep. We had been sitting silently enjoying the fire while finishing our drinks.
"Keri, how adventurous do you feel?" my husband asked cryptically.
We had been camping with his older brother and his wife for a few days and they had said their goodnights about an hour ago. We had decided to stay up for a while.
Jeff and his brother had been talking quietly just before his brother and wife went to bed, I could only make out a few words here and there.
"Do you think she will like it?" was the only full sentence I had heard, and I didn't hear the response. I imagined that Dave and Sherri were going to make out and since I had always liked camping, sex I hoped did too. At least someone was.
"Why?" I replied quietly enough for him to hear, but no one else.
Maybe it was the wine, or rather several glasses of it, but I was feeling adventurous. Actually, I always felt adventurous. Because of the proximity of the other tent, we hadn't really had a chance to be intimate in the past few days because Jeff was afraid of being heard. My heart started to beat faster hoping that we might enjoy a little camping sex ourselves.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" this wasn't what I hoped he would say and I tried to hide my disappointment.
He saw this and added with a smile, "Don't worry Keri, I have something in mind for you, something that you will like."
I figured I knew what Jeff and Dave were talking about. I guessed Dave wanted us out of the way, so he could fuck Sherri without us overhearing. I didn't blame him, despite being older than my mother, Sherri was very hot, and all of the yoga and working out she did gave her a very sexy body. Dave was built like Jeff, in very good shape, just older. I had been flirting with them both.
"Sure, will the fire be okay?" I asked without trying to hide the excitement in my voice.
"Yes, it's dying down and besides Dave and Sherri are here, come on, let's go."
I had known Dave and Sherri since before I married Jeff two years ago. I was about ten years younger than my husband who was thirty-two. Jeff was the baby in his family and there were four boys, Dave was the oldest. Sherri was Dave's age at forty-five. Despite the age different, we got along really well. Sometimes Dave would tease me that at 22 I was younger than their twin boys were.
Jeff stood up, walked to me, and pulled me out of my lawn chair, "I want you to try something, okay," he had as much to drink as me and maybe more.
"Okay, try what?"
"Just trust me, it will be fun," he said and I wondered how many bad ideas had started with that expression, but after three days with no sex I was ready to try anything, even if it meant attacking Jeff myself.
We held hands as we walked down the small driveway of the campsite and out onto the road that connected all of the campsites.
It was late and most of the sites were quiet, a few lanterns glowed in the darkness and a handful of campfires still flickered but the campground was growing quieter and quieter. The night was warm and a soft breeze played with strands of my blonde hair that were not held by my ponytail.
I loved the darkness and the anticipation of what might happen. It was warm and the light breeze eddied around my body, like soft fingers grazing my skin and making me feel sexy and exposed.
Jeff, was wearing shorts, a tee, and hiking boots. Just under 6 feet and about 180 pounds, he was handsome in a rugged kind of way. I wore shorts and an oversize plaid shirt of his with my old converse sneakers. Much smaller at barely 5' 2" and 100 pounds I thought I was sexy in a compact way.
We passed the communal showers and the comfort station, which daily use allowed me to stay feeling clean and human, something that Jeff constantly teased me about.
"You are such an outdoorsy chick, but you won't go anywhere without a shower," he would laugh.
I would pout until he smiled. This morning I had said, "I like to be clean for you," and he would kiss and feel me up. At home, things would usually escalate, which is why after three days, I needed some relief. With his brother and wife around, I wasn't sure how they would react, as I tended to be "loud" when Jeff was playing with me.
"Keri, it looks like most of the people camping are in bed, if I asked you to strip for me, what would you say?"
"Where, right here on the road?" I think Jeff must have been pleased that my first response wasn't a big "no."
"Yes right here, I know how you like to be naked in public places, and I thought this would really turn you on, after three days of playing with yourself when you think I am asleep, I thought you might need some relief."
"You knew?"
"Nobody sleeps that soundly," he laughed.
The proper answer to his question would have been "No." However, after several glasses of wine, after several days without sex, after his brother and wife flirting with me almost constantly since we arrived, and given how incredibly horny I was my right answer was... "Okay, right here?"
He was silent again as we walked deeper into the ever quieting campground. I waited for him to say something but we just kept walking. I wondered if somehow my reaction had caused him to put aside the idea.
I was just about to remind him when he stopped and turned to me, although it was so dark, I could barely see him.
"Okay, Keri, that should be far enough," he said and he paused.
"For what," my heart was starting to pound in anticipation.
"Take off your shorts," it wasn't a request; it was more of a command.
"Now?"
"You heard me, take off your shorts and panties."
"I not wearing any panties tonight."
"Naughty girl, now stop talking and hand them over."
I bundled up my shirt, which hung over my shorts and I slowly hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts. Smiling in the darkness, I pushed them down over the flair of my hips and down my thighs. Jeff steadied me as I stepped one foot and then the other out and then handed them to him. I let the shirt fall back and it just covered my ass.
