Backpacking couples turn wild on nude day.

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At

fifty years old I consider myself to be in pretty good shape. With my

wife, Nancy, being in the military she has to continually work out to

stay in shape, and that tends to have a certain amount of carryover. I

mean, I can't exactly build a workout room in the house with all that

equipment and not feel guilty if I don't use it. So, use it I do,

keeping my 6 foot frame down to a hundred eighty-five pounds and in

pretty good trim.

A

few years ago I suggested a simple overnight backpack trip to my wife.

Having done a lot of backpacking with the Scouts for years, finally

taking one with my wife was actually a pretty thrilling prospect. It's a

great way to get some really good exercise and also enjoy the outdoors;

which for me is a really important thing. I love to camp, hike, fish,

hunt; you name it.

When

our kids were young, scouting and other activities led to meeting other

couples of our own age and interests. We have met a few couples doing

the same kind of thing, enjoying the great outdoors and time together at

the same time, and a few have become very good friends.

This

particular morning was the third morning of a trip that Mary and John

had planned and directed. It was a bit of a surprise to get the invite

since it was supposed to be our turn to plan the next outing, a duty

usually passed around on a rotating basis.

But

as expected, Mary had done her homework and picked an incredible out of

the way location. Mary isn’t pushy or rude. We went to bed last night

on the side of a mountain overlooking a western range, the sun turning

the sky to burnt orange as it slowly sunk behind the peaks. The night

insects and tree frogs provided a gentle chorus and helped to mute the

sounds of lovemaking from the other two tents, as my wife and I crawled

into ours naked.

Backpacking

is an art of carrying every necessity on your back, and hiking into the

wilderness. So the creature comforts are very limited, thus the

challenge. There is just nothing quite like making love in a tiny, two

man tent, with little room to move. Your positions are limited, as are

your motions, which leads to an interesting arrangement of actions and

positions you might not consider for your large comfortable bed. As I

lay panting, snuggling my wife's sexy and sweaty body, I wondered if we

were as noisy to the others, as they seemed to us.

Morning

dawned as early as it always does on any mountain elevation, with the

sound of birds chirping in the pines and the sun filtering through the

branches. I yawned and gave my wife's still naked, sexy tits a kiss

before crawling out of the tent as naked as she was. I used our tent to

shield myself from the others while I pulled on a pair of workout shorts

and then stepped into the pair of flip-flops I liked to use around

camp. I looked around, and to my surprise, saw Mary squatting by the

fire, staring right at me. I had absolutely no doubt that she has seen

me standing there naked with my normal morning woody. She had on a long

t-shirt, but with her facing me and her knees spread wide it was an easy

view up the bottom of her shirt to her pussy, which looked to be

freshly shaved.

With

Mary and her husband, John, there is no doubt who wears the pants in

that relationship; although Mary's soft manner tends to hide her

dominating spirit. She will look at you with her smiling green eyes,

framed with her always curly brown hair, and you simply know you will be

doing whatever she says. In her forties, Mary is quiet and subdued,

until you cross her. Only then does her sharp intellect and tongue come

out to greet you. She is not quite as slender as I'm sure she was in her

youth, and her husband is a bit heavier, although from what I have seen

it's all muscle.

I

did have the chance to see Mary mostly naked once, accidently walking

up on her while she was peeing in the bushes, on the previous campout.

She made sure to give me a good look before walking over to me, her

pants still around her thighs, and undoing my belt. She had my cock out

and stroked hard in no time before giving me a wet kiss on the lips and

then walking away, leaving both of us hanging. Since that time she has

teased me mercilessly with periodic, extremely brief, flashes of her

tits or pussy. But never have I seen her whole body naked at once. Not

that I don't want to. I mean she is pretty damn hot.

She

smiled and waved me over, which served to snap me back to the present,

making sure to hold her knees apart as I moved closer.

"Morning, enjoying the view?" She asked innocently as I sat down across from her.

"Yeah, it seems particularly enticing this morning for some reason."

She

smiled and winked at me before dropping to her knees to cover herself

when she heard a tent zipper. It wasn't long before the entire camp was

up and moving around. The morning chores included breakfast and a quick

camp cleanup before we settled around the lightly smoking fire to decide

the day's activities.

"So, anyone know what today is?" Mary asked the group in general.

"July fourteenth, I think." Mark responded quickly. "Why, it isn't your birthday is it?" He joked.

In

stark contrast to Mary and John are Mark and Christa who are in their

thirties, very athletic, and if allowed to, will push our physical

limits pretty far. Thin and fit, they have done much more ambitious

climbs than I will ever attempt. Mark is your typical athletic type and

his wife is really easy on the eyes; about five six and only a hundred

forty pounds or so, most of that in her chest, I think.

 While

I haven't ever seen Christa naked, I have had the pleasure of seeing

her in some pretty skimpy bikini's that her easily 38 D chest was trying

hard to fall out of. Her blond hair and gentle blue eyes give her a

Barbie-doll look, but she has the spirit of a redhead. She loves a

stimulating conversation and will debate almost any topic. I have

enjoyed many a discussion with her as we hiked up trails, usually

calling it a draw by the time we reached our camp site.

"Oh

I wouldn't quite say it's my birthday. But it is a similar &

special day." Mary said from her spot where she was sitting on a small

log we had pulled into camp. "It's National Nude Day, and I think we

should all wear birthday suits today, to celebrate it!" she concluded.

"You're kidding right?" Nancy, my wife, asked with an incredulous look on her face. “Buck naked?”

"No, I'm serious it is National Nude Day." Mary responded, her face as serious as can be.