My First Time

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 1

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A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 1
Staying in a quiet campground may not be so quiet.

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It was

definitely time for this vacation. I hadn't taken one in almost four years. I
spent most of that time driving from one wind turbine farm to another, each day
climbing the nearly five hundred foot tall towers to repair and service the
electronics and generators on top of the hollow towers. It was terrific money,
and I was never out of work. In fact, that was the reason I was no longer
married. My ex wanted someone that could not only provide the standard of
living I was giving her, but also be there to share it. In the end, she found
someone else to share the considerable amount of money she was getting each
week from my paycheck.

I didn't

even bother to have a house any longer. When I was "home" I stayed in
a motel, with most of my belongings, the things she didn't take in the divorce,
stored in a storage locker. I mean, why bother with a house if I'm on the road
weeks at a time? I guess it isn't the best way to live life, going from one
hotel to another, but I figure a few more years and I'll have enough money
tucked away to retire and find something less stressful and physically
demanding. At forty-eight, I doubted my arms and legs could withstand the
strain for too many more years.

Sex, well,

that was pretty easy. It's surprising how many middle-aged wives traveling for
business... or pleasure... are willing to have a quick tryst with a seriously
ripped guy their own age. Almost all the hotel bars had a plethora of targets.
I preferred the already-married ladies, simply because it limited risk. There
was little chance of romantic entanglements, which I admit having issues with;
and nearly all of them were already on birth control, so I didn't have to worry
about that little problem. After spending so much time being faithful while my
ex was screwing around behind my back, if a married woman wanted to fuck
around, then fine. I wasn't the relationship police.

But vacation

for me needed to be totally different. I wanted to go someplace where I simply
didn't know where today would take me. I drove thousands of miles just to get
to the next job. I wanted to see what there was to see without any schedule or
objective. I'd been doing this now for nearly two weeks, driving from
attraction to attraction, camping when I got tired. Usually, I picked an out of
the way camp ground, many of them being desolate "primitive" camp
sites in little out of the way state parks.

That was

what last night was. A little out of the way state park in the middle of the
desert with only half a dozen camp sites. I had the place nearly to myself with
the exception of a young lady half my age that rolled in shortly after I did. I
was almost disappointed to not have the area to myself, mostly because I needed
a shower, and in a place like this, a shower was standing next to my truck
dribbling water on myself from my two gallon solar shower bag. I say I was
almost disappointed, because after about an hour of sitting and chatting as the
sun set, she agreed to get naked with me and share my shower. In her words,
"after three days in these desert sites, she'd get naked with the devil if
it meant getting her hair washed." She did get naked, letting me see her
bare shaved teenage looking nethers and the two silver barbell type nipple
piercings on her erect pink nipples, setting off her perky tanned B cup
breasts.

After

sharing half the bag of water wetting, soaping, and rising each other, we faced
each other. She easily slipped my cock between her legs and held herself pressed tightly to me as
I used the remainder of the water to wash her hair. By the time we were done we
were both quite horny, her hips seeming to keep sliding while I was washing her
hair. Unfortunately, I'd promised not to take advantage of her, and being a
gentleman, I maintained that promise. After a little discussion, she did agree
that she'd go as far as to sit on the hood of my truck, her legs spread, while
we both pleasured ourselves only a few inches apart. While it took care of the
momentary need, it was far from the satisfaction I really wanted at that
moment.

I'll always

wonder if it was fear or conscience that made her leave barely after daybreak
and well before I planned on climbing out of my tent.

Tonight, it

was a little campground, well out of the way, just the way I liked them. Those
big K O A campgrounds are just too busy for my tastes. This one looked like it
had maybe two dozen sites tucked back in the woods, and of those, only about
half a dozen were occupied. This is one of the reasons I was kind of
frustrated. The rather cute young lady at the counter gave me a site, not off
alone, but right across the little gravel road from one of those national chain
rented motor homes. There were plenty of sites where I could be alone, instead
I was going to have neighbors less than 30 yards away.

I frowned to

myself as I pulled into the camp site. I was still irritated as I set my small
tent up and strung the extension cord to the electrical pole for the fan and
light I used in my tent in hot weather. My irritation had faded to mild musings
as I stripped down in the tent and changed to some athletic shorts before going
out to start a fire in the little fire pit. The mild musings were dispelled
completely at the sound of the three young women walking down the gravel path
and into the site across the gravel drive, each of them wrapped in a beach
towel as they came from the little pool near the front of the campground. I was
sure they had to have on more than towels as the three trooped into the camper
and closed the door behind them, but that didn't keep my mind from imagining.
Maybe it wouldn't be quite as bad a spot as I expected. True, they weren't
middle-aged housewives looking for a naughty experience, but they looked to be
late twenties or early thirties. I wasn't against enjoying the view of three
younger cuties. True, I wasn't likely to do anything close to what I'd do with
a middle-age housewife, but then...

I settled by

the fire in my sturdy little camp chair and pulled out my phone to read my
book, the sun still at least an hour from setting. It wasn't long before the
three came back out, each drawing a chair around their fire pit, that held a
small smoldering fire. Two of them looked like sisters, tall thin, long blonde hair,
small tits and very tight clothing. The third was a bit rounder, not fat by any
means, but definitely larger than the sisters, medium length brown hair, nice
ass filling out the somewhat baggy micro shorts and big tits that stretched the
tank top tantalizingly. With her back to me I couldn't really tell if she wore
a bra, but from the bouncing I noticed between the door and the chair, I
suspected not.

I sat,

reading my book, but still overhearing small bits of the conversation they were
having between giggles and laughs. My ears perked up considerably when I
started to hear "I dare you" and "chicken".

"I bet

he won't even notice you." I heard one of them say slightly louder.

"But if

he does?" another asked, clearly nervous about something.

"Then

she has to." I heard the third say, though I couldn't tell which of the
three was talking.

Almost

suddenly the one dark haired girl stood up, turned around to face me and pulled
the bottom of her tank top up, showing off a pair of large, nicely shaped
breasts. Each tit was mostly white, showing how large the bikini top that she
typically tanned in was, but her areola was nearly a quarter of the front of
each breast with a surprisingly large hard pink nipple poking out at me. She
held the top up for at least five full seconds before pulling the top down over
her tits and sitting back down quickly, her back to me as she covered her face
with her hands in apparent embarrassment.

"He

definitely noticed!" she said after half a dozen seconds, pulling her
hands from her face.

"Well,

sis. Guess you missed that one. And the way he's staring, he's not about to
miss a single detail." One of the blonde girls said to the other.

"Well,

it isn't the first time a guy has seen my tits," the second blonde said as
she stood up. She walked around the chairs until she was nearly to the road
separating us. She pulled up the bottom of the light weight t-shirt she had on,
showing me a pair of perky little B cup titties that were tanned completely
across with barely a hint of tan lines. She held her shirt up for considerably
longer than the first girl did before pulling it back down and turning to walk
back to the fire pit in their campsite.

"You

didn't have to stop there," I called, hopefully loud enough for her to
hear me without the whole campground hearing it. She stopped where she was,
reached behind her and pushed her shorts down, the elastic waistband pushing
down below the curve of her cheeks. She wiggled her ass side to side for
several seconds before she pulled the shorts back up over her sexy little ass.

"That

better?" she asked over her shoulder.

"I

wouldn't have minded if they went lower," I called back, starting to enjoy
the little game, my cock already getting hard in my shorts.

"Oh

really? Tell me, just how low do you want them to go?"

"Well,

seems to me you were pretty insistent on getting your friend to show off her
tits, how about you pull 'em all the way down?"

"All

the way as in, to my ankles?"

I chuckled.

"That's all the way."

She said

something to the other girls that I couldn't hear, the sister looking blonde
nodding and giggling, while the head of the brunette shook side to side
significantly.

"We're

talking about it," the formerly-flashing blonde called back before saying
something else to the two girls. It seemed like whatever she said was finally
accepted by the brunette. She turned around to face me and stepped to the road.
"We will if you do."

I was a

little surprised. I hadn't played "You show me yours and I'll show you
mine" since I was a teenager. I thought about it for a few seconds.
"Kind of public for that, isn't it?"

"Well,

if you're scared..."

"Honey,

scared isn't in my vocabulary. I climb windmills for a living."

"Well

then? Unless you don't have anything to show off..."

I chuckled

again. "Tell me, what do you do for a living?"

"Wouldn't

you like to know?" she answered with a smile, pulling her shirt up again;
enough to expose one of her breasts.

"Okay.

If you're not afraid of public, strip for me then. All the way."

"I will

if you do." The bold blonde offered.

"And if

I do? Just how long will you stand there naked?" I tested her resolve.

"As

long as you do, providing you don't do anything like touch your cock or try to
cross the road."

"Hmm, afraid

of me being some kind of a pervert or rapist or something?" I decided to
speak to her fears.

"Something,"

she said. "So?"

"Well,

seems a little unfair for your friends to get a free show." I upped the
ante.

"Oh,

they'll be putting up too, but not completely naked. That'll be me. Just like
you suggested. Or don't you think you have enough to impress us?"

"Honey,

if you wanna see me naked, I'm game. You wouldn't be the first woman I've been
naked in public, with in the last few years. So, bring it on!" I said as I
stood up, my already-hard cock tenting out my shorts significantly. I was
suddenly glad I'd decided to wear just the shorts without my briefs.

"Come

on girls. Time to put up."

"I

don't believe I'm doing this," the brunette said quietly as she got up and
walked towards the road with her two friends. They stopped across the narrow
gravel road in the growing gloom and waited for me to reach the same trail.

The blonde

pulled her shirt up and off and dropped it on the ground at her feet and then
stood, waiting for me to respond. "Your turn?"

I grinned at

her and then pushed my shorts down, letting it drag my shaft down and then pop
free, snapping back upwards and slapping my pelvis with a gentle splat.
"Good enough?" I asked as I stood with my feet spread enough to let
my full sack swing low and free.

"Shit,"

the blonde whispered as she reached for her shorts. She pushed them down and
stepped out of them as she stared at my rock hardness, bouncing slightly with
my heartbeat. Her tits were small and perky. Her entire body was completely
tanned with only a hint of a tiny bikini line around each nipple and her
completely shaved mound and teenage-looking snatch. She looked damn hot, and I
wondered if she tanned naked outside or in a tanning bed. She stood naked for
long seconds, staring at me before turning to her friends. "Come on you
two. You agreed," she said as she stepped her feet slightly further apart.
One hand slid up her body to her tits and squeezed one nipple while the other
slipped down between her legs to stroke her fingers across her glistening lips.

The other

blonde pushed her shorts to her knees, exposing a nearly identical cunt, only
with a small patch of blonde curls on her mound and a more definite white patch
on her cunt and mound. She pulled her shirt up and held it above her tits. The
brunette was considerably slower. She pushed her panties down to her thighs,
pushing them barely low enough to expose her snatch and the creamy white
triangle that was running between her legs. I could just see a little of her
cunt as she held her thighs pressed together, limiting my view. She pulled her
shirt up again, exposing a pair of easily full C cup maybe even D cup tits. The
white around her breasts clearly said she wore a conservative bikini when she
was outside and appeared quite shy about her body.

"Jesus,"

the second blonde said, staring at my cock. "Can I touch it?"

I chuckled.

"I thought your sister, it is your sister, right? I thought your sister
was worried about me touching you ladies."

"I don't

mind if you don't mind," she said as she walked across the maybe fifteen
feet of gravel between us. She reached out for my cock and wrapped her hand
around me, gripping my hard-on. "Damn! I can't even get my whole hand
around it," she said as I gently reached up and teased one of her nipples.
She stroked her hand on it a few times, running it all the way to my engorged
head before sliding it all the way back to my balls again.

"You

wanna play with it or fuck it?" I whispered, getting more turned on by the
second, between her hand slowly stroking me, my fingers teasing her nipple, her
sister fingering herself a few yards away and the sight of those big tits on
the brunette girl. "You wanna come touch it too?" I asked looking
right at the brunette.

"Oh God.

No. I couldn't. I mean. No," she said, dropping her shirt and pulling her
shorts up as she practically ran to the camper and disappeared inside. That
seemed to be the end of the game as the brave blonde let go of my cock, dropped
her shirt and pulled her shorts up before backing away from me and then turning
and walking back to the camper as well.

"You?"

said to the more boisterous blonde observer.

"Sorry.

I only flash. I don't fuck strangers," the naked blonde said as she picked
up her shorts and walked back to the fire pit. She stood there, her ass pointed
at me in the growing darkness and pulled on her shorts, giving me a quick look
at her cunt from behind. I pulled my own pants up, walked back to the truck and
dug out a lantern. I pumped up the gas and lit the mantle. I set it on the
tailgate before pulling out a beer and returning to my chair, somewhat
disappointed that it hadn't gone further than it had, given she was standing
there stroking my cock. I wouldn't have minded one bit if she wanted to get
fucked.

I looked

over and saw only the first blonde sitting by the fire, so I slouched back in
my camp chair, rested my feet on a big rock, & went back to reading my
book.

"Hey

Linda!" I heard a voice say as a pair of feet crunched in the gravel.

"Naomi!

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