## Archive-name: Camping.Trip

From: afgun@engin.umich.edu (Andrew F. Gunnesch)

Subject: Anonymous story -- Vignette: camping trip

Keywords: anonymous vignette

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

"Hmmmm.....where do we go from here? Let's see...."

A slightly windy October day finds us walking the hiking trail. The temperature is not too bad for shorts, as long as we stay in the sun. It seems we're the only ones in the forest today. We haven't seen anyone all week, and we're about 15 miles into our backpacking. What will the day bring us? Hopefully some fun.

You look so cute. Flannel shirt, ankle socks, boots, and shorts. Wow. You look so good in shorts. Muscular legs, and so smooth. Wish we had time for me to drag my teeth across the inside of your thigh, but there's eight miles to cover today to get to the next campsite. The braid in your hair looks almost Heidi-like. Your face is beaming. You never did like the city.

We're off. I mention that we haven't seen anyone for days. You turn and understand. One button on your shirt pops, then another, and you're open to the cleavage. There's that look in your eye, the one that says you're in the mood for mischief. Or sex. I could never tell for sure. You linger on the third button, making me ask you to pop it. Now it's your turn to say no. I wish you could walk backwards so that I could watch the sway of your chest inside the shirt. As it is, the view of your shorts and thighs is causing a slight discomfort under the belt of the backpack. I stop to readjust, and watch you walk up the trail. Your hands are nowhere to be seen. What could they be doing? I catch up and pace behind you, smelling your light perspiration and a whiff of something else...breakfast? perfume? I'm not sure. What ARE her hands doing? You read my mind, and turn around. AAhhhh. Cupping your breasts like a bra. Thumbs on nipples in slow circles. And you're looking at me, wanting me to see and watch. And I do, wetting my lips. Then you turn, and keep walking, leaving your breasts to sway and swing. This may be a night to remember, tonight.

...some time later...

We set up the tent and cookgear near a stream. Your shirt has popped the third button, and bosom could be had for the taking. It's so quiet. Dinner was good for dried food and rehydrated rice, but the fresh air and appetite would make anything taste good. What time is it? We made it to this camp in record time. Probably about 4...."Mmmmmmmm, that was good," you say and stretch so long. "It WAS good. Keeps the tummy happy." You ask,"What now?" "How 'bout a swim?" "Really? Betcha it's cold water..." I untie shoes and take off socks, shirt and shorts. "Let's go!" I run for the water, stopping just short of the water to strip off the bikini briefs you bought for me. No sense chafing. Then into the water. "It's not bad. Come on in!" Now I get the pleasure of seeing the body I've only felt in the dark. I hear more buttons pop as your shirt comes undone, and off. Then the boots, and socks. Then a pop and zip as the shorts come off. Pretty panties. Peach colored. They look great against your tanned skin. Suddenly shy, you turn to remove the bra and panties, then turn towards me, covering all you can with both arms. "Turn around," you say. "Don't peek." I comply, not wanting to spoil the moment. Besides, it gives me a chance to stroke myself, like you did earlier today. I hear your footsteps coming toward the shore, seeing you in my mind's eye, swaying in the open air, confident, but a little shy. Before I turn around, you're up to your neck in the water. So much for my chance to see you. "This water's freezing!" you squeal. "I'll get goosebumps." I think of ways to warm you up, and get harder thinking of that. "Swim around. Get your blood flowing." I suggest. I'll just stand here and work my shaft, and watch you. Hmmmm...little cottontail. Not as much nude sunbathing as you let on. Uh-oh. Swimming right toward me. This water's clear enough...she might see me hard and wanting. It's been a few days since we had sex. Then you stop. Treading water some ways out. "Come on out here. I've got something for you." Now WHAT could that be? Big smile on your face. And that look on your face again. Maybe her hands are busy again. I swim out, right next to you. "Look," you say, "you can touch bottom." So you can. I look down, and nipples are straight out from the cold. Or is it your tweaking that's doing that? Your body looks so good in the clear water. I can see down to your feet, and it all looks so good. I step closer, and you're looking at my body, my chest, my hips, and my penis jutting out into the water. The water must make it harder; it feels like steel, and the balls are up and tight, like just before I come in your mouth. The thought of that sensation brings a twitch and a slight groan from my lips. Slowly we step closer, hands out, ready to caress and rub and hold. I start with your breasts. You start with my dick.

I seal your open mouth with a kiss, as I stroke the outside swells of your magnificent breasts. No, love, they don't sag to me. Not as long as they respond to my caress. And they do. More goose bumps as your head tilts back, and eyes close, and both hands close tighter on the shaft. I bend to blow on each swell, each nipple, the neck and shoulders. The warm breath brings a sigh and slight moan from your throat, and I respond by nibbling a little row of bites up the side of your neck. Now you're stroking me faster and softer. I hug you to me, my dick pushing into your belly. I feel your sex grinding into my thigh, wanting something more substantial. You've never got this excited this quick. My thigh is getting warm and I feel hot juices, even in this water. You pull away and turn around, hands on knees, pushing your rear at me. I can't resist, and pull you further into shore, needing some leverage. I work my dick into you slowly, letting you get used to its feel. My hands reach for your clit, and caress it slowly and knowingly. I feel you push back into me, wanting deeper strokes. I take your hips and twist back and forth, touching every part of your sex. You're squeezing me at every move. I can't take much more of this. I decide to help you a bit, and take one nipple in each hand to squeeze and strum. Your back arches, and you push back more. Now I'm thrusting faster and deeper, not wanting to hurt, but the urge is too strong. We're both breathing ragged now, and I sense you're close. All of a sudden, my climax takes me by surprise, and jets of semen shoot into you. Your hands now stroke your clit, wanting the release, and it comes too fast for you. A small scream from your lips, and I feel the clamping on my still pulsing dick. Gods, what pleasure. Let's do it again.

The next morning finds a cool day and another ten miles of rough terrain, according to the topo. It will be fine to get to the old cabin at Terrace Hill. Thank heavens for sleeping bags that zip together. A hearty breakfast of trail mix and clear water, and we are off packing. It's so quiet here on this trail...no cars, no planes. Just the chirp and rustle of wild life. We are crossing small streams and burbling creeks. I love the soft crunch of our footsteps. The air is so clean. I reach for the map to see where we are. Your hand drops to my butt as I try to figure out how much farther we have to go. I begin to curse the late start, but I remember the long sixty-nine session that kept us up.

The sun is low in the sky when we crest the ridge and finally locate the two room cabin. You walk up to it and look around.

"Who owns this?" you ask. "We do. I've been saving this for a special occasion. Happy anniversary, honey." A big embrace and several kisses greet me. I stoop to pick you up, bridal style, and push the door open and carry you across. It's just like I remembered it: small cots, small stove, a decent fireplace, well and pump outside. We unpack our provisions and set up house. It's twilight outside, and we enjoy a simple camping meal. Then outside to watch the stars come out. I lean back against a tree and prompt you to sit in the vee of my legs. It is our favorite embrace. I show the stars and forms I know. It's such a good feeling holding you to me. Your head drops a bit, and I think you're asleep. I gently lean you forward and swoop you up to carry you inside. I kick your sleeping bag in front of the fireplace and lay you down. I take off your clothes slowly, so as not to wake you. I try to remember the last time you slept with PJs or anything on. Ten minutes later, I have a fire going to chase the evening chill. I lay my bag down next to yours, and cuddle up to you. Moments later, we are both asleep.

The sun drifts in across the tree line, printing a copy of the window frame on the cabin wall. Two pops from the fireplace cause my eyes to open, and the smell of the smoldering fire wafts around the room. Your warm form lies next to me on the floor. Cuddling like two spoons, my arm draws you nearer, into my lap and chest. Even under the sleeping bag and the fire, your bare skin is soft and dry, with just a touch of saltiness as I kiss your neck and hair. The palm of my hand gently touches your tummy, and your fanny wiggles against my hips. This brings a rise to my manhood, and it struggles for some place to go, finally nestling into the cleavage of your rear. Hopefully, you are still asleep, as yesterday's long hike and fresh air should have tired you out.

I peek around...still asleep. I slowly lift the covers and watch your breasts slowly rise and fall with your breathing. You are a magnificent woman: I have been captivated with you since our meeting, and the looks we gave each other pointed to a seriously sexual time. My hand, still on your tummy, creeps up to just under the swell of your left breast, then waits......still asleep. I notice my erection poking your behind. You roll over onto me, tossing your right thigh over mine. My hardness drops below your rear, and in between your sumptious thighs, tickled by your trimmed nether hair. Both breasts now shift and settle, two pink nipples, as yet soft, but I ache to touch them and give you pleasure. The scent from inside the blanket reminds me of the sense of you from the night before... the heat of your body, the beads of sweat as we joined and thrusted and squeezed and sucked each other to climax after climax. My palm now grazes your front from just over the bush to just under the breasts. Still asleep...

Then two fingers rise up of their own accord and softly grasp the right nipple. Not moving or squeezing, just holding. I am hard as a rock just from holding you liike this, and my dickhead bumps your lower lips. I feel your nipple start to rise and harden, much like my member does when you awaken me with your oral talents. I look at your left nipple...still asleep. I grasp it with my other hand and hold it. As right comes to attention, the left starts to rise up, too. My hard bumps you again, and I feel heat from your sex again. I peek at your face...mouth slightly open, eyes darting behind your lids. I wonder what your dreams are right now...

My palm replaces fingers on the right breast, sometimes rolling the pebble of your nipple, sometimes rubbing across it, slowly, slowly... Your thighs open wider, and I feel just a bit of moisture on the top of my dick. Now a slow upward roll of your hips...you must be dreaming of last night, wanting more pressure on your mound as I thrusted into your inviting tunnel. The head finds the slipperiness of your sex inviting, and hunts for a place to hide. But I won't go in now, not and spoil your dream.

Your mouth is more open now, and the tip of your tongue emerges, wetting lips. Another pop from the fire. Both nipples are now rosy erasers, and they rebound as I pull them back and forth. I reach down and place the head of my dick inside the lower lips, amazed at your warm juiciness. My dick quivers with the sensation, almost vibrating. I wrap both hands around your waist, and roll onto my back, pulling you on top of me, your hair cascading over my face. I pull the one sleeping bag over you, and my hard-on slides halfway into you. Both your thighs slide outside mine, and my hands meet at your furry patch. Now I will wake you as you have done to me countless times. I cup your mound, probing your clit with two fingers while the others reinforce the erection, now almost all the way in. The left hand rises to your mouth after getting wet with your love lotion, and one finger touches the tip of your tongue. Your lips close on it, sucking it like a newborn. Your tongue swirls the tip like it has so many times before...can you still be asleep?

As hardness pushes in and out, my right hand goes back and forth across your mound. I hear a squishy sound as I roll my hips back and forth. You are very wet now. My finger pops out of your mouth, and descends to the right nipple. Rolling the entire breast under my fingertips, your chest now pushes into my hand, wanting more. I peek around, and two brown eyes greet the day. A little start from your face, and I blow into your ear and across your neck. I greet you, and you sit up on my hips. My almost raging hard-on now slides all the way in, and you tuck your legs underneath you. I have a beautiful view of your back and rear and long hair. Those thighs of yours start to rise you up and down, and I see my pole probing you on each stroke, gobbled up by your womanhood. A pretty picture, to be sure. I grasp your hips and roll you from side to side as you bounce up and down. Small trickles of your juice now coat my balls and thighs.

Now you come down on my hardness and stay there, rolling your own hips in circles and back and forth. The pressure on me is amazing, and I may come soon...too soon...the sight of you working me like a mortar and pestle is too much. My breathing picks up, and I push into you with all my might, pulsing and pulsing, driving my come into your wet heat. I run my hands around and vibrate your mound, wanting to feel you squeeze me with your climax. I wiggle your clit under the hood, back and forth, now up and down, now back and forth, as my orgasm subsides. Head thrown back, the other hand rolls a breast almost painfully. A low moan creeps from your throat, and a vise clamps my still hard member again and again. Then your hands remove mine from your body, still shaking from pleasure. There is much wetness on my hips. It will stay there for a while.

You turn to me and smile.

I smile back. "What do you want for breakfast?" I ask.

Another smile...

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