by T. Foxal. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

With the sun dipping behind the mountains, the air was changing. It had to be around 50 now, and it would probably get a bit colder. We walked back to the campsite. Carrie had to use the restroom, so I went with her, and also took care of business. Once back at the site, she went inside a put on a sweatshirt. I did as well, after she reappeared from the tent.

We then sat around the fire ring. I'm sure I must be a bore to her. But she too, is kind of quiet. We did talk more about life, and things we had done. I found out she loves to ski, both snow and water. She even likes to fish, and can bait her own hook. She told me that she hasn't dated since moving here, and it's been four years since she dated anyone, since that guy who couldn't handle her mom and her being part black.

"Carrie. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?" I asked. She giggled, "That's a real deep question coming from a Jarhead.” I gently shoved her a little. "Really. I have no idea. I'd like to meet a nice guy and settle down and hopefully grow old with him, and help Jenny any way I can, especially if it involves grandkids. But who knows. I am pretty picky. I settled once, and I won't do that again. What about you?"

"I'm kind of like you and don't know. I don't go out much, and I'm not a bar person. Plus, I don't think you can meet a quality person in a bar. I'd like to meet someone special and see where it goes. It'd be great if I could meet that one I could grow old with, but those prospects look kind of bleak. I mean my sister, Ann, has tried setting me up with her friends, but I hate those dates. I only do it to make her happy, and to quit bugging me. But who knows."

It was very dark now and I told her to look up and look at the stars that seemed like they were closer than ever before, to us. "God. It is so amazing up here. Had I been by myself, I would probably scared shitless about now. But being with you, makes me feel safe, and the company has been quite good."

I started banking off the fire, so it would go out in a little while. I suggested going back to the bathrooms and changing into sleepwear. She agreed. As we walked down, she grabbed my hand, which was quite warm, and felt so good in mine. She was making it very hard to act like a gentleman. I wanted to just scoop her up, and take her to the tent and make love to her all night.

After changing, I came back out, in just my marine shorts and a t. She emerged a few minutes later, with that new flannel she bought the day before. The shirt was cut like a dress shirt. Tails in the front and back and scoop up on the sides. though I couldn't really see all that well. We had to look a sight though, we both had on our hiking boots. Not the sexist combination, that's for sure.

She laughed as we started back to the cabin. "Bet we make a sight, the way we are dressed. The boots really set us off.", then laughed again, and so did I.

Once in the tent, the only light we had was from the flashlight I had on. But boy, did she look sexy as hell kneeling there, unzipping her bag. I also noticed she had the top 3 buttons undone again, like she did last night. "She's killing me" I thought. She was rubbing her arms, like she was cold. Granted it was chilly out now, but once in those sleeping bags, it would be fine. We both had the same type, except for color. Her's was blue and mine was black.

"You know", she stated, "It might better serve us if we put our bags together and made it one big bag. Our body heat will help keep us warmer." I wanted to chuckle at that, but thought better of it. "Sure. If you feel that would be better." She didn't hesitate. She opened them both up and then zipped mine to hers. She had me get in first, so the zipper would be on her side. I guess in case she needed to escape from me.

We were both laying on our back's, and I was just closing my eyes when Carrie spoke softly.

"Mark?, do you think we'll be bothered by bears tonight?"

"No. We put our food up and away from them and nothing is in the tent with us, so we should be fine. And, if feel the need to use the head, please wake me, so I can go with you."

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it.   “okay. I will, but I probably won't need it until morning."

I started closing my eyes again, but also felt that she did not release my hand. That made me feel good, actually. A minute later, she said, "Mark?" softly. "Yes" I answered.

"Remember out on that rock, after we kissed?" "Yes. I do remember." I said. she sighed, then said, "Remember you said if you got the chance again, you would like to kiss me again."

"Yes. I do remember, and I meant that. I hope I didn't offend you." She giggled, "You Jarheads are pretty thick aren't you. Will please just kiss me, and mean it too."

I turned towards her. She let go of my one hand, then grabbed the other, as I leaned in and touched her lips with mine. As our lips touched, her mouth open and so mine also and our tongues met. The longer our kiss continued, the hotter it became. "My God. This woman can kiss"

Our tongues now explored each other, our eyes open to each other, looking into each other's souls. Her hand then took mine and brought up to her chest, then under her shirt, and placed my hand on her one tit. Her nipple was like a rock, and her tit, small yet filled my hand. I started to massage it as we continued kissing. She took her hand then, put it around my neck, as she rolled to her side and pulled me in closer to her.

She moaned in my mouth as I lightly pinched her nipple. So many thoughts moved in my head then. All the things I wanted to do with her right now, but, I wanted her to lead this, wherever it was going to go.

We continued kissing, and she also kept moaning more and more. I moved my hand to her other tit and massaged it as well, again, lightly pinching her nipple. It too, was hard as a rock, and her tit seemed to get firmer, the more we made out.

I pulled my hand from her tit, then reached it around her and pulled her into me. She kissed me now with a passion I have never felt from any woman. My hand was rubbing her back, and her knee slid between my legs now, so I know she could feel my hardened member against leg.

When my hand slid down her back, and then over her ass, she moaned loudly into my mouth. I couldn't resist, and moved it so it would go under her shirt until it felt her naked ass cheek. I lay there caressing this beautiful ass of her's and her moans grew louder still. She somehow got both her arms around my neck, and I was hoping it wasn't too uncomfortable for her.

Our lips have yet to part, but neither of us cared at this point. We both knew in short time, we'd have full carnal knowledge of each other. He hand then came down my chest, as I moved slightly, to give her access. She snaked her hand under my shirt and was rubbing my chest and nipples now. I too was moaning into her mouth. How could I not. This beautiful woman was making love to me. It was so sensual, and sweet. My hand was now exploring both cheeks and now started toward her crack. "God. will she freak if I go further than this?" I thought.

But, her hand made its way down my belly, then went under the waist band of my shorts, where she lightly grabbed my hard cock. "Oh God." I moaned into her mouth. She lifted her one leg, which now gave me access to her sex. My fingers found their way to her moist thong, and gently moved it to the side. I started rubbing her labia, which was coated already soaked with her fluids of delight.

She broke the kiss, and softly said, "yes. make love to me Mark." Her hand was now stroking my cock gently, yet with a firm grip. Every time she would come up to the tip, her finger would play with the head and smear my pre-cum all over. My finger was gently massaging inside her, which was driving her crazy.

I started teasing her some. Slipping my finger in, then pull out and rub her clit, which was quite pronounced. God I would love to see that right now. I love eating a woman, but right now, I don't think that is in the cards at this point. She kept darting her tongue into my mouth, with each entry of her cunt. I loved hearing her moan, as I did this.

I now inserted my finger again, but this time deeper, and took my thumb and rubbed her clit. When my finger found that rough patch of her g-spot, I concentrated solely on that.

Then her body tensed up, "Oh God, Mark. Oh God" and she started cumming for me. She couldn't kiss now, as her orgasm took over her body. I could feel her body tremble, and I know it wasn't because she was cold. We were both hot now.

I held as she kept cumming, then as she started to relax, she removed her hand from my member and then tried to push my shorts down.

"Mark. I need you inside me. Make love to me. Please"

I got to my knees and removed my shorts. I then unbuttoned her shirt, and opened it. I left it on her, so she was protected from cold on her arms. I unzipped the bag, to give us more room to move and got between her legs. I carefully then started to remove her thong, and when I had it off, started kissing up her leg. When I got to her thigh, she said to do that later. Please get inside me. I can't wait anymore.

"Are you sure Carrie? I mean we are definitely crossing a line here that I have never crossed before."

She smiled up at me "Yes. Please. Yes"

I already knew she was extremely wet from her orgasm, just minutes before. I line up my ridged member to hew slippery sex and gently pushed in. In unison, we both said, "Oh God.” With good reason too. Her cunt was so hot, so wet and yet felt velvety soft as it engulfed my cock.

"Go slow Mark. It has been 4 years since I have done this. Oh My God, you feel so good."

I slowly, and I mean slowly, inched my 6 1/2 inches into her. I am not a big man, by porn standards, but pretty thick and can usually last a long time, but right now, I could feel I could cum in no time flat. Once I was in all the way, I stopped and rested. I could feel her cunt muscles contract all around my cock, like it was milking it. I was still kneeling, keeping my weight from on top of her, but my hands were on the ground, next to her shoulders. Her hands were gripping my forearms tightly.

I pulled back slowly, then forward again slowly, thinking of anything I could to stave off my impending orgasm. She was moaning and cooing, as I did this. "Faster Babe" she said.

"Sweetie. If I go faster, I am going to cum quickly. It's been a long time for me too."

"Don't worry about that. I want your cum. I need you to cum"

I leaned my head down and took her one tit into my mouth. I could suck the whole tit inside. Then, while sucking, pulled back to suck only her nipple.

"Oh God Mark Yes" is all she said. Then I did the other. In my mind, her tits were perfect, and her nipples were divine, and so sensitive to the ministrations I was performing.

Her arms came around my head and pulled me tighter to her tit, then her legs came up around my waist and she called out, "Aw God" and started cumming, yet again.

That did it for me. I couldn't stave this off any longer and grunted, "God", and started pumping rope after rope of cum, deep inside her. My mouth left her nipple and found her lips, as we tried to kiss as we rode our orgasms out, but all either of us could do was touch lips and moan. I then had to concentrate on keeping my weight off of her. I'd be too heavy for her, since no bed was under us.

After a good minute of heavy panting, I somehow got my arms around her neck, grab firmly and rolled us over, so she was on top now. Surprisingly, I did not lose my erection, and was still inside her. She giggled when I did this. "Good Job Jarhead"

We started kissing again, but this time I had free reign to her ass. My hands immediately went there. Gently squeezing her round cheeks, then massaging them. She was laying on me as I started to pump in and out of her again. She would moan into my mouth with each penetration I delivered. Her cunt fit to me like an expensive glove. My one hand did leave her ass to find the top flap of the bag and pulled it over us, keeping our body heat inside.

"Oh God Mark, you feel so good" she whispered in my ear.

"Oh Carrie, you have no idea how you feel to me. Incredible. Just Incredible. You are beyond beautiful and sexy my Dear"

As we continued to make love, she pushed up some, revealing her tits to me again, which I took advantage of and began sucking them both again. This I am finding out, is a huge turn on for her. Her moans were soft, yet reassuring, that I had her where she wanted to be.

I started picking up the pace. I didn't want her to work at all, trying to keep any pressure off of her ankle, which I was trying to be mindful of. We were still going at it for now almost ten minutes when she pulled my head into her chest, harder, and moaned out, "Christ Yes. Oh Mark: and started cumming again.

Her whole body began to quiver and shake. This then set me off again, and all I could do was grunt loud, and started cumming again. Once I was done shooting deep inside her. my body felt like it did, when we had to do 10 mile run's, in the service. I was totally spent, as she was.

She put her arms around my neck, loosely, and her head on my shoulder, and all I wanted to do, was lay there and listen to her breath. All I could think of was how she is a woman that I have never known before. A woman who could make you forget everything going on in life, except for her. I have never felt like this before. All past lovers, including the one I lived with, never had me feeling like this. It was strictly sex, for the sake of sex. Once I came a few times, I was done. I would either then leave, or roll over and go to sleep, like I did with my former girlfriend. But Carrie, I did not want to let go of. We lay in there for another 10 minutes. Neither saying anything. My hand would lightly rub her back, and she would just coo.

After those ten minutes, she rolled off, and onto her back. My whole groin area was soaked with our combined juices, and it felt great. I did reach over to my pack and fished out the toilet paper. I know most women don't like the feel of cum draining from them, and I am pretty sure Carrie would feel the same. I ripped a good portion off and leaned over and began wiping it up from her cunt.

"You are a Sweetie, aren't you? But here, let me get that." After she did herself better, she took some more from the roll and cleaned my groin area, then threw the tissue's to the corner of the tent. I then kissed her lightly on the lips and thanked her.

We didn't say a word to each other. I didn't for fear of what I may say. I am having very strong feelings for her, but if I said that, she'd probably freak out, or something. When she nestled her hand in mine, I knew she was good with what just took place. Love making twice, and by me. Not the normal fuck, like I was accustomed too. This had feelings involved and meaning.

It must have been a good ten minutes of lying there. I really thought she was starting to sleep. I figured we could discuss this in the morning, if at all. Then, as I slowly started to close my eyes, she spoke.

"Mark. You awake?" I had to smile at that one." Like really? you really think I could sleep after what we just experienced?" I thought to myself.

"Oh yeah." I said. "Me too" she said, then giggled. "What we just experienced is beyond words for me right now. No man has been that selfless in bed with me. It was fantastic for me and I have a lot of feelings running wild right now. But, if this was a one-time thing, then so be it. It was fantastic and I will cherish it. But if it is more, then we'll deal with that, if you want too. I guess I'll know in the morning, after you can process it and sleep on it, just like I will."

I started to say something, but she just put a finger to my lips, to hush me up. Then rolled over on her side, facing away from me. At this point, I was very unsure of what to do. Leave her alone? or cuddle up next to her and hold her against me, spooning, like real lovers would do. I chose the latter and cuddled up to her. To my surprise, she grabbed my one hand and held it softly, as her ass wiggled into me. She felt so good, molded into my body like this. "Is this how a couple really acts like?" I thought. I fell asleep a few moments later.

At some point in the night, I awoke, and felt that we had not moved. Her ass was still nestled against my thigh and groin, but my cock was hard. My hand was still with her's, yet it was also pressed against her one boob. God I loved her boob's. Seeing I didn't have my watch nearby, all I knew that is was oh dark thirty out, and went back to sleep.

When I awoke, the sun was up. The tent felt warm inside now, but Carrie was gone. "Uh oh", I thought. My mind was reeling now. I figured she got freaked out over last night. "Well, this could be an awkward hike back down to the cabin." I got up and put on my watch, which said it was almost 8am. "Damn. I never sleep like this." I got out a pair of sweats, and a sweat top, since it was probably still chilly out. Took my kit and exited the tent. Carrie was nowhere around the area. I headed to the john, since I had to pee real bad. After relieving myself. I washed my face, then brushed my teeth, and exited the bathroom.

I finally looked up towards the summit, and saw Carrie sitting on the outcrop of rocks we first kissed on. I hesitated at first, going up there, but being a true Marine, we never run from anything. Once I made the trek up the hill, she saw me. She too, had sweats on, which were navy blue, with Navy written on front of the top and pants.

"About time Gyrene. Plan on sleeping your life away?" All I could do is just chuckle, then looked out over the valley below. It had a nice haze, or fog enveloping the ground below, or at least it gave that appearance.

"Sorry. I didn't hear reveille this morning." as I smiled at her. "Well, watch it next time bucko, or if we were on a ship, you'd be up for Captain's Mast" she said then laughed.

Well, at least she was in good spirits and not freaked out. "What time did you rise today? I'm kind of surprised I didn't hear you leave." I said.

"About an hour ago. I had to pee and got up very quietly. I tried not to disturb you. Guess I was good. By the way, you do snore, but softly. Not like my dad, who could wake the friggin dead at times."

I just chuckled. I didn't know if she did too, except for the time I awoke a few hours ago, and then, she was just softly breathing. One thing I did know, after looking at her now, with no makeup on, she is one woman I could see myself waking too on a daily basis. She just has a natural beauty to her. Right now I was getting lost in her eyes. I really wanted to pick her and take her back to the tent and make love again, but that was something I wouldn't permit myself to do, until I knew exactly how she felt.

She then stood up and started walking back to the campsite. I caught up to her and was walking next to her. "What's for breakfast" she asked. I just shook my head. She was acting like nothing took place last night.   “okay.” I thought. "So nothing happened last night. It was a dream. Either that, or she thought it was a huge mistake and ignoring it, would make it go away." I continued in my thoughts.

"You have your choice, Fruit and nut power bar, or peanut butter and chocolate chip power bar." I said,

"Hmm. nothing else on the menu then? Guess I'll do the peanut butter and chocolate bar. Hope the service is better than the menu."

I took out a couple of bars and handed her one, plus a bottle of water. Right now, I had no idea what is going through her head. And I am too damn afraid to ask. Maybe this was a get back on me, for how I have treated others in the past. Like sex was no big deal. No emotions or feelings involved.

We talked little, as I tore down camp and packed everything away. Once we geared up, we started our trek back down the mountain. It should take a lot less time to reach the cabin, since it was all downhill. I did ask how her ankle was and she said it felt good. Almost back to normal.

When we came upon that lookout, that overlooked all the streams in the valley, she yelled out, "Selfie Time.” There was a mist still hanging over some of the streams, but this time, no moose were there. She took a few of her, alone, then asked me to join her. Just before she said 3, on the count of 3, I Ieaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She didn't say a word, but just put her phone away, and said "Let's go. I could use a nice hot shower."

We were about a half mile from the cabin, when she finally slowed up and walked next to me. I mean I really didn't mind the view I had of her ass swaying in those sweat pants, but this felt better. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight.

"Thank you for a wonderful time. I just loved it up there." and then smiled at me. I smiled back to her, "It was a pleasure, and I too, had a wonderful time up there, especially sharing it with you."

She picked up the pace, like she had to pee or something, and before too long, we were on the back porch of the cabin. I opened the door and she ran to the bathroom. While she did whatever she was doing in there, I started unpacking my backpack. I put the tent over in a corner, and took out my clothes and all the other crap I was carrying. I felt like I just crossed a 100 miles, even though it was just a couple.

About 10 minutes later, she came out with a robe on. It was one of my aunt's. All pink and fluffy, like an aunt would wear. She basically marched right up to me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me deeply. We stood and kissed for a few minutes, until she broke free and told me, "Come. Shower with me."

"Whoa" I said. "What?" she asked. "What do you mean What. This whole morning you acted like nothing took place last night. I don't know about you, but that was pretty god damn special to me, then not to even acknowledge it."

She looked down at the floor, like a child getting ready to be scolded, then looked back up at me. "You don't think I found that special last night? Christ Mark. I was made love too last night. I wasn't fucked. I have never orgasmed from intercourse, and you had me twice like that. It was wonderful and amazing and I loved it. It's all I thought of since I went to sleep and all day now. When you didn't press the issue at first, I thought you didn't want anything to do with me, but then I realized you were giving me space, to let me think this out. When you kissed me on the cheek for that selfie, I just knew in my heart, you want more than a roll in the sack."

"I don't want a roll in the sack either. I did make love to you last night. I've never actually done that before, and it felt fantastic to me. I'm falling for you big time, and if that scares you, then walk away now. By the way, you are the first woman since the ex-girlfriend, that I didn't wear a condom."

She looked me in the eye then, which looked like they were smoldering now, "Good. Let's go shower, then go to bed and make love again. Then spend the rest of the day in bed making love. But, you need to know, I too have primal urges, so a good fucking thrown in would be nice too"

I chuckled then watched as she turned and walked back towards the hall leading to the bathroom. As she did, she let the robe slip off of her, exposing her naked body to me. "Holy shit", I thought. "What a sexy body." After picking my jaw off the ground, I stripped right there in like 10 seconds and caught up with her in the bathroom. She was leaning over turning the water on and getting it warm for us. I couldn't help but check her out, bent over like that, exposing her sex to me. My cock must have noticed too, because it was growing to its full potential now.

Carrie turned around and gasped. "Oh My. You are even more impressive now that I see you. God. You are one sexy man."

I just blushed a little. She was equally as impressive. One thing I did notice is that when she tans, she wears a thong style bikini. Her but cheeks had just a thin line above her crack and then around her waist. It barely covered her cunt and she only had a landing strip of hair above her clit. Her tits were lighter in color too. To me, she was an angel sent from heaven. "My lord Carrie, you are breathtaking to me. I have never been with such a beautiful woman before."

"Come on Gyrene. We have a bed awaiting us."

We did wash each other, and it was quite sensual. We paid particular attention to our private parts, in between kissing a great deal. Once done, we helped each other dry off, then damn near raced to bed.

Once in bed, I pulled her on top of me and kissed her deeply. As we kissed her body kept moving back and forth across my cock, soaking it with her love juices. Somehow, she reached down and guided my aching member into her love hole.

"Umm, I love how you fit me so right. I want to stay here all day like this." she cooed out

"Fine with me. I love you just like this. You are so beautiful."

She sat up, letting me take in her beauty even more, then smiled down at me, "You know. I do love oral too. Both giving and receiving. Something to look forward too later."

"Good to know. I love giving, and really don't care if I receive. But will never turn it down. But, one thing I really adore on you, besides your ass, is your beautiful tits. They turn me on big time."

"God. I loved how you sucked them last night. I've always been self-conscience of them, but you, you made me feel like a woman with huge one's."

I sat up and took one in my mouth, and that was all she wrote. She came like a minute later. Then came again after only a few minutes of faster penetration. She was on fire.

We made love one more time that afternoon, then took a nap. After our nap, we did leave the cabin for a good dinner. Neither of us felt like cooking. After dinner, we went walking around Lake Placid again. This time holding hands, and kissing like two teenagers out on a date.

As we walked along we talked about our next adventure. Which mountain we were going to try next. I really didn't care if we went at all. I'd be happy to spend the next 10 days, holed up in the cabin making love to her and shut out the rest of the world. Then she shocked me when she said,

"You know, you made me wet the first time, when I caught you looking at my ass, as we climbed the mountain. Don't know why, but you did. For some reason, I felt super sexy then. Then after you kissed me on the rock, I had a small orgasm, but nothing compared to later that night or today."

"I was hoping you didn't notice." I said with a laugh. "Oh, I noticed Bucko. I also caught your remarks too about the beautiful sights, when the whole time your eyes were on my ass. I notice everything JH. I just choose not to say anything. But, it did make me feel good."

"Shit", is all I could say. She laughed, which I find intoxicating to hear. We then headed back to the cabin. We both changed into comfy clothes. Me in shorts, no boxers this time, and she in her one flannel again. I hope one day I can ripped that off of her and make passionate love to her.

We both drank a beer and watched a little TV. Her mom called about 30 minutes into our relaxation, and she excused herself to go talk with her. I can just imagine what she is telling her. "Christ. I hope she leaves out a few parts. Last thing I need is her dad on my ass." is all I could think.

Just then my phone beeped with a message. It was the picture of us kissing on the rock, Her dad sent it. Then another text right after.

"You piss ant fucking Jarhead. I said take care of her, not put your stinking lips on her."

I was going to reply back that it wasn't my fault, but got another text.

"Relax Mark. You just be good to my baby girl. She needs a good man in her life, and I can't think of a better one than you, son."

"I will be, and thank you." is all I wrote back to him.

Carrie came out smiling at me. "Daddy gave you some shit huh?" I chuckled, "Yeah, then turned nice on me."

"You're lucky, he really likes you. Just like his daughter. Tell you what. I'm ready for bed, but tonight, come share it with me."

I got up and she led me to bed. Once in the bedroom, we stripped down and crawled in bed. I was already hard, just looking at her. She smiled as she lay down and slightly spread her legs. I grabbed her hurt leg, and gently brought up by my face, and kissed her ankle gently.

She looked at me with a weird look on her face, "Foot Fetish?"

"No. Actually this is the one part of you I totally love all ready. Because of this ankle, it brought us together. Had you not been a klutz, we may never have met. And now I working hard on falling in love with the rest of you."

She smiled then softly said, "Well hurry up and fall quicker, so you can catch up with me Mark. I am in love with you.

It was around 7:30 am now. I was on my side, hand propping up my head, as I watched her sleep. She is so beautiful to look at. I could see me waking every morning to her. We kind of professed a love for each other last night, but that actual phrase has yet to be spoken. It will come, I know it will, at least, from me, sometime soon. It scares me too. I have never given myself like that to anyone. Right now though, she has my heart like no other.

As I lay there watching her, my mind replayed the previous evening's love making. It was slow, it was extremely passionate. It was though our bodies melted into each other the whole time. There was little foreplay. Some mindless groping of our groin area, but we were both primed and ready for intercourse. Again she orgasmed while we did it, twice, as a matter of fact. Once when she was on the bottom, and then again when she took control and being on top. And again, my mouth was drawn to her amazing tits. Large A cup, or small B cup tits, with long nipples. I love a woman with small tits. Her whole tit fits inside my mouth and I love sucking them hard as I pull away from them. She too, loves this, I have noticed and makes her orgasm.

A strand of her hair lay across her angelic face, and I reached over and gently brushed it back. When I did this, she stirred, and her eyes opened. A soft smile crept across her face, then looked at me and said

“Good Morning Sweetie.” I leaned in and kissed her forehead and said good morning to her too. “How did you sleep?” she grinned and said, “Very well thank you. How long have you been staring at me?”

“Oh, about 15 minutes or so. I have to admit, you are a very beautiful woman when asleep.” I said in a low voice, as my hand lightly caressed her face.

“Oh stop. I look a fright right now. I’ve seen myself when I first get up. I’m surprised you haven’t run and hide yet.” she shot back.

“Honestly. You are quite attractive in the morning. But if you want me to run and hide, I will.” I laughed as I said it. Carrie poked me in the shoulder, but also laughed with me, as I feigned being hurt and rolled to my back. She then slid over to me and nestled her head on my chest, as her hand rubbed my belly and chest. My arm slid to her back and gently rubbed.

“Oh God” she said. “I could get used to this Mark. You make me feel so safe, and dare I say it, so loved right now. I could stay here in your arms all day.”

“Mark?”,

“Yes Carolyn. “

“What’s your middle name?”

“Now that’s a strange question. Anthony”

“No way. Like as in Mark Anthony the Roman Ruler?” I laughed and said “Yeah. Guess my parents wanted a future ruler of the world. What’s yours?”

“Ann.. Carolyn Ann Reynolds.” she said. I chuckled then and told, her “You and my only cousin share a name”

I then asked, “Where do you live at exactly?” She chuckled then spoke, “I don’t know if I want you knowing that. You may be a stalker, or something like that.” then giggled

“Actually, I live on Crawford off of Meadowbrook. Close enough to the campus, yet far enough to give Jenny space. She stays on campus, but usually comes home on weekends, unless she has a date or something else to do.”

“Oh wow, Ann lives on Houston, which I believe is a few streets from you. I’m about ten minutes from you guys.”

She laughed and said, “Oh great, you are going to stalk me now. Guess I better get my 9 millimeter ready.”

I lightly spanked her on her bare ass. “Owe” she said, then said, ”You can stalk me anytime you want. But just so you are totally aware of this, I am a packaged deal. Jenny is part of me and my life. Granted she college age now, and hardly there, but still, is part of me. To accept me, is to accept her, and that is non-negotiable.”

I kissed the top of her head, “I wouldn’t want it any other way Carrie. How would you feel about dating, once we leave this place and get back to normal lives? And I mean exclusively too.”

She looked up at me, her eyes were misty. Then crawled up on top of me, and slid my already hardened member inside her. “You scare me sometime Jarhead. I keep thinking you could be some Neanderthal, but in actuality, you are a very smart man, who seems very loving. So yes. I want us to date exclusively. I have totally committed to you in my mind and I expect the same from you.”

She leaned down and kissed me. Although we both had morning breath, neither of us cared right now. She started to grind on me, but I stopped her. It surprised her and asked, “Is something wrong Baby? Did I do something?”

“No Babe. I just have to pee and it hurts my bladder when you move like that. I really want to make love to you again. Hell, I never want to stop making love to you, but I really need to go.”

She started laughing hard, and kept on laughing for a good minute. “Finished?”

“Yeah. But that has to be a first. I’m here, with you so deep inside me, and you have to pee. You got to admit, that is funny.”

She then got off of me. I looked at her and asked, “Why don’t we get some breakfast, then figure out our day. Trust me though, we will include love making into it.”

I got up and went and relieved myself, then brushed my teeth. When I came out, Carrie had that robe on and went to the bathroom as well. I went and put on shorts and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

As we ate, we decided that we would take in the sights of Lake Placid. Visit the Olympic Village and stuff. Be real tourist this time. I told her of a winery near us, we could do this weekend, if she so desired. She agreed to that, as long as I gave her some time in that morning to go shopping for herself. We also made plans to hike up Mt. Colvin on Friday. Then we’d see which other mountain peak we would climb early next week.

During our day, we started touring the Olympic Village. We did the normal of visiting the Ice Rink, where Team USA beat the Russians in the semi-finals of the 1980 Olympics. As we visited the ice skating rink, Carrie said she always wanted to learn how to skate like the ice skaters did, but never had the chance. Not many ice rinks in all the different bases she used to live on.

We then went up to the ski area and rode up on the ski lifts. The views are actually breathtaking from up there as well. Wherever we went, if her arm wasn’t hooked into mine, we were holding hands, like two young lovers.

That evening, we decided to eat at this one Italian place. The food was outstanding. The place was crowded too. A lot of young couples, and some, not so young. One woman Carrie had pointed out to me. She was dressed in this very short mini dress. I never paid her any attention. Which is why Carrie had to point her out.

“I could never wear anything like that. Besides my ass getting cold, I’m not into showing off my wares like that. Girls these days. You should see how they dress around campus. Some should just come out naked with a big sign saying, Here I am, let’s have sex.”

I had to laugh at that. She was right though. Girls these days, don’t cover up to much. Leave nothing to the imagination. Had she not pointed her out, I would have never noticed. My eyes were locked on Carrie though whole time. I think she did it to see my reaction, but who knows. One thing I have learned about women. They do things with a purpose for almost everything.

Later that evening, after taking home a bottle of wine, and then sitting on the couch drinking a glass, she thanked me. “For what?”

“When you didn’t sit there with your tongue hanging out over that woman in the mini.” she remarked

“Why would I. I have no interest in her, or any other woman, as a matter of fact. I have eyes for only one.”

“Well. The dumbass Ex was always looking at other women. He thought he was sly, but many times I caught him doing that. He made me feel small, when he did things like that. I’m sorry too. I should have never thought that you would do that. You have more class in your pinky, than he ever had in his whole body.”

I guess I could see her point. She was totally hurt by her ex, and not just the fucking around he was doing. But I do hate when people compare someone from their past, to someone they are with now. But I thought better to tell her. If it persisted, I may have too, or this relationship could be grounded before it even really gets out to sea.

“I am truly sorry Mark. This was totally unfair of me to compare you to him. I will never do it again. You are 100 times the man he will ever be. I am so so sorry.” she said, then started crying.

I pulled her into my arms and told her to please stop. No need to cry about it. You did not hurt me. But I also told her she is the only woman I need and the only woman I want to be with, both emotionally and physically, and the only woman I will ever undress with my eyes.

She sniffled, then smiled. “Take me to bed and make love to me.”

That time, she was a little more boisterous in bed. Moaning loudly, and even yelled out she was cumming. I’ll admit, hearing a woman like that is a turn on. I yelled out too, when I finally came. We only did it once this evening though.

The next day, we went canoeing on Lake Placid. What a great time we had too. Once we were in the water, I let her do the paddling. She turned back around and said to me, “What gives?”

“Hey, you are the Squid, this is your bailiwick. I’m just a landlubber” She then proceeded to take the paddle and splash me. I got the hint and helped out after that. I had to be a smartass. It can’t be all lovey dovvy between us.

We did see two moose as well, as we paddled around out there. They were on the outer shore line, but not on Moose Island, where I figured the moose would be. It was a fun day for us. But both of us were pretty tired when the afternoon rolled into the evening. We cheated when it came to dinner. We got a pizza to go, and went back to the cabin.

After eating, we both crashed on the couch, trying to watch a movie. I know it was past midnight when I awoke. I woke her then and guided us to bed. We didn’t even strip down. I left my shorts on, and she left her flannel on.

The next morning, I was up early. Not sure why either. I figured I should do some workout though. I had not done anything since last Friday, before I got up here. An hour later, Carrie joined me for coffee in the kitchen. We then got dressed and headed to Mt Colvin.

Let me tell you, what a beautiful area. So many waterfalls and streams. This place is like heaven on earth. Carrie’s phone got used a great deal in taking pictures. Of course, we had to do those selfie's. I do wish it was summer now. I’d love to take her behind this one waterfall, get naked and make love to her there, and I told her so. She smiled and agreed. Maybe next year she said. That put my mind at ease. This was not just a week or ten day adventure to her. She is committed.

This time though, when we came down off of our hike, we drove into this one town and stopped to eat at this quaint little restaurant. Food was so good there. She was asking me about my sister and the kids. I told her how I know the kids, but don’t really. Now that they are teenagers, in fact Kyle is almost 16 and Katie turns 14 a week from tomorrow. I informed her that I have to go there next Sunday for a family party for Katie. I asked if she would come.

“Are you sure your sister would be  okay with this?” “You’re kidding right? A chance for her to meet the woman that captured my heart. Shit lady. I probably won’t even get a chance to talk. She’ll be so busy talking to you and getting to know you.” Carrie laughed,   “okay. I’ll go..”

The next morning we both woke up around 7. Carrie was in a frisky mood, but I begged off, stating I had a headache. I know what you are thinking, guys could care less about a headache if sex is involved. But I wasn’t lying. I did have a slight one. I sometimes get them when it is going to rain. She was very understanding and rubbed my temples for a few minutes.

The real reason was, is because I wanted to save myself for this evening. I was going to try and make this a very romantic night. Cook for her. Light candles in the bathroom and run her a bath, complete with a glass of wine, then leave her be while she soaked. Have candles lit in the living area and find a radio station that played soft music, and slow dancing with her. Keeping my fingers crossed there. I want her to see that I am not a Neanderthal and can be romantic. Then seduce her and do everything to her that I have wanted to do with her, mainly set her on fire with my oral skills. We have yet to do that, and it is something I have wanted to do.

I already knew she was going to go shopping this morning, so I figured I would too, once she left. I planned on Filet Mignon, along with shrimp, a salad, and something I noticed at their grocery store, twice baked potatoes in their deli counter.

After dressing and a small breakfast, she set out for town. She said she should be back by noon, and then, if I still wanted to, head off to that winery. Which was also part of the plan. I didn’t need to get her drunk, that’s for sure and was going to make sure she didn’t.

I waited a good 30 minutes before I left for my adventure. My first stop was Target. Thank god for Target. I found candles. Like two dozen worth of these cute little type. Then two bigger ones and holders for them, for the dinner table. Now understand, I have no idea what I am doing, since I have never done stuff like this before. I just remember my sister always saying that if you ever find that special girl, you need to romance her, not just take her to bed and have your way.

I was walking past the men’s grooming supplies and I thought back to something I saw with my brother in law once. We were changing to go swimming, when they rented a cabin by this lake. When he stripped down, and he was totally shaved. I looked at him and asked, “Really?” He chuckled and said “Oh Yeah. Your sister hates hair down there and getting into her mouth.”

I had to laugh, but later asked Ann about that and she confirmed it, “Hell yeah I make him shave. He wants a blow job, he can at least be hairless. Hell I shave mine too. You ever get a girlfriend, she’ll love you for it.” My sister is never one for holding back what she thinks.

I picked up an electric razor. I’m still old school using blades and shaving cream. This razor has a trimmer too. Then I went to the clothing section and found robes. I fumbled around a bit until I found a burgundy one for her, and then one for me, same color, over in the men’s section. Both were floor length. Can’t wait to see her in that, then slowly remove it from her.

After I left there, I noticed a shop that catered to women with bath and body stuff. Now understand, I am like a fish out of water here. Luckily, there was a kindly lady who helped me pick out, bubble bath and bath oil. It was lavender scented, which I knew she must have liked because she had a body and hand cream with that scent.

Next stop was the grocer, where I picked out two very nice filets, a pound of cooked shrimp, a bag of pre-made salads, and two twice baked potatoes. I was pretty proud of myself. My ultimate plan was to finally tell her I love her and want no one else in my life. I just hoped she still felt the same. We had not spoken those words since that night we got back from camping. I hope it wasn’t just the heat of the moment to her. If it was, then oh well, I’ll just look like a fool, lick my wounds and move on.

I got back by 10:30 or so. She wasn’t home, so I put away the food and then hid everything else I bought, sans the razor. That was next on my list of things to do. That took a while, and quite honestly, looked kind of weird seeing it bald down there, but also felt good actually. After showering, I changed into a pair of Dockers I brought. Not even sure why I had them with me. I had on a nice button down shirt too. I then settled in and started reading some hunting magazine my uncle had lying about.

About 12:30, Carrie came through the door. I stood up and looked at her. My jaw must have hit the floor. There stood a completely different woman, that left earlier. She had cut her hair. It was much shorted now, off of her shoulder and sculpted, with blond highlights throughout it. She look amazing.

“Pick your jaw up Jarhead. I just got my hair done is all.” she said, then chuckled.

“Oh My Carrie. You look absolutely amazing like this. I didn’t think you could be more beautiful than what you are, but you topped it now.”

“Oh stop” she said. “I just thought it was time for a change. I have a new man in my life, and he deserves something better than that old hairdo I had, since I left in the Navy. You really like huh?”

I smiled at her, crossed the distance between us, and wrapped her into my arms and kissed her tenderly. “Yes. You look fantastic, and honestly, quite sexy” She then kissed me back, and very passionately. My manhood began to rise and she took notice.

“Umm. I think something else likes it too. Why don’t we go to bed and let me take care of that for you.” she whispered in my ear then.

I put my hand under her chin and then kissed her lips lightly and said, “In due time Sexy. No offense, but I don’t want a quickie from you. I want you all night tonight. Let’s grab our things and head to the winery.”

She had this twinkle in her eye, but then made a pouty face and said, “Oh alright. But be forewarned now, I will be waiting for this tonight, ALL Night long”, then kissed me and broke away, giggling as she moved. My mind was running rampant now. I knew from this point on, she would accept what I was going to say tonight. Unless, unless I am missing signals here.

We spent a very relaxing afternoon at the winery. We got to tour how it is made, plus sampled a few different types, until we found two that we really liked. Neither of us are wine snobs, like so many that were here. We just knew what we liked.

They had brochures of all the wineries in New York state too. There was one that caught our eye, that was down by the Finger Lakes section, which is south of Rochester. Besides the winery itself, it had a bed and breakfast that looked quite cozy.

“Now that would be a great weekend sometime. Relax and forget all of your troubles.” she said.

“It does look nice. Have anyone in mind who you would like to accompany you?” I asked, with a sheepish grin.

“Oh. I may have a person in mind, that I think I could share that with.” she said, then giggled and kissed me on the cheek.

I don’t know where the time went, but it was already after five, and I was getting antsy, to start heading back to the cabin. We decided to buy these two types of wine we really liked. One was a red, and the other white. Neither too dry or too sweet. She laughed when I bought six of each type. I said we each can have three bottles of each for our houses. She liked that idea, and then said if need be, can be a quick gift for someone at Christmas.

Of course my mind is thinking, “Wow. She is thinking of Christmas with me. God I hope I don’t blow this with her.”

Once we got back to the cabin, it was already close to 7pm. I went out and fired up the grill, then went in and prepared the salad. She wanted to help, but I said, no, this is my night for you. So she just sat down and pulled out her book and red while I prepared it all.

When I set the table, she smiled when she saw the candles in the candle holders. “Wow Jarhead, you are just full of surprises aren’t you.”

We then sat down and had a fabulous dinner. She loved the cooked shrimp for the appetizer, and then cooed about the filet mignon. “You know Sweetie. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are trying to seduce me tonight. But Marines aren’t like that.” then giggled. I let the comment go.

After we finished, I started cleaning up. She was gung ho on helping me, but I told her wait, and then left the room. I went into the bedroom, retrieved the bath oils and bubble bath, and also the candles. I figured twelve would do. I had to save some for the living room. I started the bath water. Poured in the recommended amount of oil and soap. While the bath filled, I lit the candles. Next I went and got her robe and then came into the kitchen area.

She had already started do the dishes when I tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and said, “Christ, where did you go? I thought you got lost, or something.”

“Nope. Just preparing something special for you. Here, take this and retire to the Bath, where the water is warm and inviting, just for you.”

She took the robe and headed off. But was back like ten seconds later. She came up and kissed me hard and had a tear in her eye. “You amaze me Mark. I love all of this. No man has ever done this for me.” she said as she composed herself. Then she held out a white, silk pair of boxers. “While I bathe, please put these on for me. Oh, and I see you have a matching robe. I’ll meet you out here soon.” then kissed me and left.

I lit the candles and turned on the radio. Luckily, there was a soft rock station playing some really good slow stuff. About 20 minutes later, she arrived into the living room. I got up and met her in the middle and took her into my arms. I breathed in her aroma. God she smell delightful. She kissed me tenderly, then asked, “How?” I asked “How what?” “How did you know that was my favorite oils and such?”

“I noticed your body lotion and figured you must like that. I do notice stuff you know. Even though I’m a Marine.”

“Well. Just for that, you are no longer a Jarhead. You did good Mr. Roberts.”

We then started swaying to the music. Now I’m no dancer, but just us holding each other moving about like I knew what I was doing, was great with me. She must have thought so too, for she moved with me. Her head on my shoulder,. Her hand around my back, while mine went around her tiny waist. She then backed away from me and grabbed the sash holding my robe together, and lightly pulled it and revealed my almost naked body, except for the white silky boxers. Her hands moved to my shoulders and gently pushed the robe off of me. Her hands then slid down my chest and rubbed gently all over.

“God baby. You look so sexy right now.” she whispered to me.

I now did the same to her, opening her robe and pushing it off of her. For her, she was in this silk White gown, that reached her feet. You talk about what an angel looks like, this was it. It hugged every curve too. Her tit, though small, pushed out like she was a D cup. It had a somewhat plunging neckline, that showed the top of her perky tits.

“My Lord Carrie, you look stunning. I mean no woman looks as beautiful as you do.”

My cock was sticking out, and I didn’t care. I wanted this woman in the worst way now. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. It started softly, but grew into a passionate. Our hands explored everywhere it could reach on our backsides. I love the feeling of the material as I gently grabbed both ass cheeks. She was moaning the whole time as I did this.

“Mark?” she cooed out. “Take me to bed and make slow, passionate love to me.”

I turned slightly and scooped her up. She giggled when I did this, but wrapped her arms around my neck and showered me with kisses all over my face. Once in the bedroom, I set her down. She then sat on the edge of the bed. I noticed she had candles lit all over the place. God, she looked so sexy.

She reached out to the waistband of my boxers and pulled me close. Then slowly started pushing them down, until my hardened member sprung free of its confinement. They fell to the floor and the stepped out of them.

She gasped when she saw me now, naked. “Oh My God Honey. You are full of surprises. God you look sexy like this.” she said softly. Then leaned in and licked the head of my cock. It was already saturated with pre-cum. Her tongue danced all over the head, then down the shaft. She licked back up to the head and looked up at me, staring into my eyes, when her mouth slowly took my hardness in. “Oh God” I moaned out.

She lifted her head and said, “I have been dying to do that to you Baby. I love doing this, so you know.” She then went back to giving me a slice of heaven. Her mouth was like velvet, as she took most of me in. She was slow and deliberate with her actions. She would speed up some, then slow down. She was driving me crazy. She continued until I told her she really needed to stop or I was going to explode.

She lifted her head again, “Awe Baby. I really want that. I need to taste your love. Promise me you’ll let me finish you later.” “I promise” I said.

She then stood up, and I kissed her, then with my hands on her shoulders, I pushed the thin straps holding her gown up, off of her shoulders. She pulled her arms out from the straps and the gown slid to the floor, revealing her nakedness to me. As I took her in, I saw now that she had shaved her landing strip too.

“I’d say we are both full of surprises tonight. God you look incredible and very sexy”

“I don’t why I even did it, except I wanted to give you a look you haven’t seen. No man has seen this look. I’m glad you like it.” she said.. “Like it? No Sweetheart, I love it.”

She then got on the bed and lay back, crooking her finger for me to join her. I couldn’t help but stare though. No woman I know, ever looked this beautiful to me.

I gently lifted her injured ankle again and kissed it. “I love this ankle more than you’ll ever know.”

Then kissed her other one, telling her I love this ankle as well. I kissed both calves, then both knees, telling her I loved these as well. Then I kissed her thighs, and moved to the inner thighs, again telling her I loved them. Then I found heaven. Her musk scent, and her body oil, from her bath, was intoxicating. I kissed her cunt, which sent a tremor through her body.

I took my time here. I wanted this to be the best she ever experienced. I’ve always enjoyed tasting a woman. Making her orgasm with my tongue. Almost every woman I have been with enjoy my ministrations, except for one. A friend of my sisters, that I actually went out with. She did not enjoy having this done, yet performed oral on me. Kind of weird, I know.

Carrie’s labia was glistening with her secretions and I found it very delightful to taste. I kissed all around her swollen lips, then licked down some to her perineum. This whole time she was moaning and mewing. Her hands were on my head a few times, or she was grabbing the pillow.

I came back up and licked her lips lightly. Stopping just before her engorged clit. I was surprised how big it was. I wanted to suck it right into my hungry mouth, but I needed her to enjoy this a great deal, before she had an orgasm. My tongue started splitting her lips now, as I went back down towards the perineum.

“Oh Mark. Oh God, you feel so good.” she moaned out.

Now I parted her lips and let my tongue explore her inner wall. She was secreting quite a bit of tasty juice to my tongue now. Her hips started rocking, helping my tongue go deeper inside her. I knew she wanted to cum, but I wanted this to be the best she ever had. From the sounds of how her ex was, he never paid all that much attention to her in this department. When I thought she was getting close, I backed away and just lightly kissed her vaginal lips. This caused her to tell me,

“Oh Please. Don’t stop Baby, Don’t stop. I’m so close”

As she would come back down a little, I would then resume my licking, all the while, avoiding the prize she was offering me, her clit. Then she surprised me by bringing her legs and knees up. Her hands grabbing behind her knees, showing me her cunt and her ass.

I stuck my tongue as deep as it would go in her. Her moans got louder. Her body moved more. I snaked my tongue down through her open lips and down over the perineum, to her waiting ass hole. I did not know if she would enjoy this, but only one way to find out.

I started kissing it, then licking it. As I did this, she started thrashing around. “Yes. Lick it” she said. So I continued to lick her puckered hole. I know the anus is very sensitive, but many women do not like playing there, but apparently, my lady does enjoy it.

Her one hand then pushed my head harder into what I was doing. I could feel my tongue open her hole some. So I stiffened my tongue and tried screwing her hole.

“Oh God Baby. I am so close.” is all she could say. Then she made a high pitched sound, as I continued loving her hole. I knew now she enjoys this and would definitely explore here again. But now was time to make her cum.

My tongue made its way back up to her swollen slit and dove in. I started licking hard now. Starting at the bottom and licking, full tongue, up to her clit, then flick it over the sensitive nub.

Not wanting to prolong this any longer, I took her clit into my mouth and gently sucked it. I let a finger explore inside her moist walls until it found her spot. Once found, I rubbed it and sucked her clit. This was more than she could take now. Her legs came together around my head, her back arched off the bed and she started to orgasm.

“Oh My God Baby”

Her juices started flowing from her. It was almost like she squirted. I was lapping it all up, drinking her nectar she was offering. She must have orgasmed a good minute, and I licked every drop offered to me, until she pushed my head away. “Stop baby, Stop for now” she yelled out.

I quit and lifted my head. Her hand that pushed me away was on her mound now, and her other hand was on one tit, like she was squeezing that and her nipple as I ate her. I kissed her hand then, and moved up to her belly, and kissed all around, telling her I loved her sexy midriff. Then I moved to her tits. To me a small tit is so sexy. I don’t really care for big ones. I know, most of guys love big one’s but not me. Small tits are so sensitive to the touch, when a woman is aroused.

“I think you already know I love these tits Babe. They are perfect in my eyes. I could stay her all night and feast on them.” All she did was “Uh” over and over. I sucked one in, until it was all in my mouth, then sucked harder as I pulled away. When I got to her nipple. I gently bit on it. The whole time she mewed loudly. Her hands were rubbing my back as I did this. I did the same to the other then. Giving equal time to both.

I then licked up her neck, and around one ear, which I now found as an erogenous zone for her. She cooed and moaned as I lightly licked. Then I kissed her cheek. I was positioned so that our loins were touching. I could feel the heat of her sex, against my swollen member. The head was at the entrance, and if I wanted too, I could easily enter her.

Then I kissed her eyes. “I love your eyes. They are the window to your heart and soul. I easily get lost looking into them” As I did this, her eyes closed. Then I kissed down her nose, to her lips. I lightly kissed them.

I looked down at her. Her eyes were wide open now and I told her, “Carolyn Ann. I am so in love with you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. If you would have asked me if I believed in love at first sight, I would have thought you were crazy. But you, you made me a believer. I love you more than life itself.”

Tears were running down her cheeks, as she smiled up at me. “I love you too Mark, and have since that kiss on the mountain. I have never been this love with anyone, and I mean anyone. Make love to me Mark. I’m yours now.”

She pushed her pelvis up and I entered her. As I went as deep as I could, her legs came around my waist and locked behind me. Her arms went around my neck then and we kissed passionately. Her kiss was so hot. Her tongue explored every millimeter of my mouth. We were both in sync as we slowly made love. For ten minutes we did this. Both of telling each other we love each other.

“Oh Mark. Oh Mark I’m cumming”

That set me off then, as I shot deep inside her, spraying her womb with my love juice. I don’t think I have ever came that much in my life. I was totally surprised I lasted this long. As I started to orgasm, all I could say was ‘Oh”

Her legs and arms were tight around me now, as we both orgasmed together. I knew now what love is. It’s two people giving completely to one another, making sure each was loved and satisfied. As we came down from our orgasms, we lay in each other’s arms. Both panting heavily.

After a few minutes, I slid down her body and found her beautiful sex, which was now leaking our love. I stuck my tongue in and started licking it up. “Oh God. What are you doing Honey?”

I looked up at her, and smiled, “Cleaning you up. I don’t want you leaving this bed right now. I am hardly done with you.”

“Umm. You are full of surprises, aren’t you”

After a few minutes of licking our combined love juice, I slid up her body again, making sure my full weight was not on her. We kiss again. Better yet, she attacked my mouth. Driving her tongue in as far as it would go, then out and licked around my lips and face.

We broke after a few minutes of making out. I then rolled off of her and lay on my back. She rolled to her side and propped her head up into her hand.

To be continued, by T. Foxal.

by T. Foxal. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

I'm Mark. 39 years old, single, a computer geek who is lucky enough that I can work from home, and make my own hours. I wasn't always like this. When I was 18, I had a choice, jail or join the service. I just made some bad decisions back then, doing drugs and getting in fights. So I opted for the Marines. I spent 15 years with them, and advanced to Master Sergeant, which is the fourth highest position an NCO can go. Served 3 tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, which are true shit holes. Great thing about the service, besides 3 square meals a day and a place to sleep, you can be taught almost any useful job in the world, which is where I learned computer programing.

The skies were quite cloudy when I pulled into the Ranger Station. I got out of my truck and headed to the stations door, and when I opened it, a woman was coming out at the same time and we bumped into each other. We both apologized, then laughed, and then she continued on to her vehicle.

After letting a ranger know where I was going and for how long, I exited the station and headed back to my truck. That's when I noticed her again. She was 5 '7, maybe 130 lbs., caramel colored skin, hair just past her shoulders, when she let it down. From the side, she did not look like she had very big boobs, they were smallish medium, just the way I actually like them. She was wearing camo style shorts, and a tan polo shirt. Boy, she had nice legs, long and muscular, very toned. If I had to guess her age, early 30's. Whoever was getting lucky with that, was one lucky son of a bitch. One thing I did notice, she was wearing white running shoes, and not hiking boots. Judging from the backpack she was attempting to put on, she was going hiking and camping out. Running shoes are not the smartest thing to wear hiking. No ankle support what so ever.

As I drove off, I stole another look at her, as I drove by. Great looking ass. Bigger than a model would have, but smaller than many of the women I have seen in my lifetime. I exited the parking lot and started heading up Whiteface Mountain. My uncle's cabin is up about 4 miles from this point, on a long and windy road. If I had to guess, it would be about a third of the way up the mountain, and only because of the road, which I believed was cut out by a snake.

Once I arrived, I unloaded everything into the cabin. Found the circuit breaker and turned them on, especially the hot water tank. Too many cold showers in my life, so no need to suffer this time now. One thing I did notice too, the temp was cooler up this high. It was around 70 down by the station, but I bet it dropped a good 10 degrees.

Next, I unload my coolers, which had meats and eggs, butter, and all of the necessities needed to eat well. I had enough for 2 weeks, if not more. Also brought along two 12 packs of beer as well, and water. Man I love roughing it.

After stowing away my gear and food, I checked the place out. Nice queen size bed, in the bedroom. They even had TV, which I could care less about. May to use for the weather is all I can see a use for it. I'm not one to sit and watch TV much, except for football and maybe playoff baseball.

I then went and checked the area out. The back porch had a gas grill on it, plus what looked like a cord of wood. I figured if I used any, I could go into town and buy some to replenish, unless Unc had a chain saw, then I would do my own. I then went for a small hike just around the area.

I did not want to venture to far today. It was already after 4pm, and the skies were really getting dark, so some rain, if not storms, were moving in soon. About a 1/4 mile into the woods, was a hiking trail, well used too. I wondered if that lady was on this trail, if she even made up this far yet. If she did, she better start preparing her campsite for the weather that was due in soon. I kept hiking for another 30 minutes before heading back to the cabin. I figured a good early start in the morning, may get me to the top by the afternoon, early evening.

I was now back from my little hike and relaxing, but also getting hungry. I settled on frying up some home fries and grill up some Polish kielbasa. I cooked up the potatoes first, and then set the pan in the oven and set it to warm. Then took the meat out to the porch and fired up the grill.

It was a little after 6 now and the wind had really picked up and the skies hung low, full of rain that to start shortly. As I waited for the grill to heat up some, I thought I heard someone cry out. At first I thought it could be just the wind, but then I heard it again.

I stepped off the porch and headed towards the trail, behind the cabin. As I got on the trail, I heard the cry again, but this time could make out the word Help. I yelled out for the person to keep yelling, so I could judge where it was actually coming from.

Whoever it was, must have heard me because the Helps were coming more quickly. I was at least a good half mile now from the cabin when I came upon a woman, lying on the ground, holding her foot. It was the lady I saw down by the ranger station when I first arrived.

When she saw me coming she said, "Oh Thank God. I wasn't sure anyone could hear me."

"What happened?" I asked. "Oh stupid me wasn't watching where I stepped and then all of a sudden, I'm on the ground from twisting my ankle." she explained, then went on,

"I tried walking on it, but damn, it hurts. I don't think it is broken." I kneeled in front of her and took off her shoe, then her wool sock, and could see the ankle was swollen and just starting to turn a little purplish. I'm no doctor, nor was I corpsman in the service, but I have had my share, and have seen many a sprained ankle, and this sure did look like one.

After looking at it, I looked up at her face and could see the pain written all over her gorgeous face. I then gently removed her backpack, which had to weigh a good 25 to 30 pounds. "Christ, what the hell is she carrying in this.", I thought. Then I put the backpack on over my shoulders. Just then, the rain started. "Great, just what I needed", I thought.

"Oh damn. This isn't good. What are we going to do now?" she asked.

"First off, grab my arm and let's get you up, then we'll hike back down to my cabin, which I think is about a 1/2 mile from here." I said. "By the way, my name is Mark" She retorted back to me "Carolyn, or Carrie to my friends, which you are fast becoming."

With my help, she stood up, using her good leg. Now I am not a tall man, 5' 10 175 lbs., and still in great shape, since I work out 4 times a week. I then asked her to put her right arm around my neck and I would hold her waist, and we would try and keep all the weight off of the foot.

We did quite well actually, and she didn't complain one time. Only twice did we have to stop and rest a minute. That didn't matter, we were both soaked to our skin by now, and it was quite chilly out. What should have taken maybe 5 minutes to walk, turned into almost 25 minutes, by the time we got back to the porch of the cabin. At one point, I felt I should have just carried her fireman's style, just to speed this up.

We then entered the cabin. Luckily it was still pretty warm in there, but I knew that wouldn't last long. I guided her over to a leather chair and had her sit. Then went and got some towels to at least dry off some of the rain.

I then went into the bathroom and saw that my uncle had 2 inch wide medical tape and some gauze. I went into my pack and pulled out some Aleve. I came back out, got some water and then handed her the medicine. Then I knelt down and removed her shoe again, sans the sock, since we didn't put that back on. I carefully dried her foot and ankle, and then wrapped gauze around it, then taped it up.

After I finished, I could see she was shaking from being cold now. Both of us were soaked to the skin. I went into my uncles dresser and looked around. My aunt had a set sweats in there. I hope they fit her. My aunt is only 5'4, but is big chested, so the top should be fine. I also pulled out some socks for her as well. I then looked in the closet, and in the back, found a pair of crutches. Uncle's family comes up here a lot to ski, so crutches would be a wise investment, especially for my one cousin Carol, she is a klutz.

I came back into the living room and looked down at her. " How does that feel now Carrie"

"Still hurts, but not like it was, and thank you." she said. I extended a hand to her and told her to grab it, then pulled her up. "I got you some clothes to change into, and these crutches. The shower is down the hall. A good hot shower should help you warm up a bit . Also, take this baggie and wrap it around your foot and ankle and tape off the top, to keep it dry."

"Oh My God, you are so nice. I am so sorry for being a pain in your ass, but thank you so much."

She trudged down the hall to the bath. I couldn't help but look at her great legs and chubby ass as she went. I did notice she wore no wedding, or engagement ring, so that was a good thing. Just before she opened the bathroom door, I told her I was going to finish making dinner. She just grinned, but said nothing. Before I did that though, I pulled out some sweats. Both the top and the bottoms had the Marine logo on it. Those sweats last forever.

I had to reheat the fried potatoes and then went and relit the grill. The kielbasa was done in about 10 minutes. So when I came back in, she was still not out of the shower. "Women", I thought. They take so friggin long to get clean. Although I did have some thoughts about how she looked in the shower.

I had just finished setting the table, when she arrived back out in the living room. The sweat top was definitely too big for her, yet looked cute. The sweat pants were a little snug and stopped short about two inches from the top of her feet. She was like staring at me, but didn't speak.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. "No, not a thing, except for those Jarhead sweats you have on."

"What? You don't like Marines?" She laughed and said, "They are okay, but to a Navy gal, they don't get my motor running"

"Oh shit. I helped a god damn Squid? Christ sakes", then laughed, and so did she. "Come on, let's eat"

I asked her what she would like to drink, which was limited to beer or water. She chose a water, as I did too, and sat down to our little feast.

She was quiet at first, so I broke the silence and asked her "So Miss Carrie, and I presume Miss, what has you up here by yourself?"

She chuckled then spoke " I love hiking and always wanted to come explore these mountains. And Yes, I am a miss. Divorced actually, 5 years now. I have a 20 year daughter too, who attends Syracuse University.

“Good God” I interjected; “How the hell did you ly you way into the navy as a 10 year old? You can’t be past your early thirties!”

I spent 14 years in the Navy. I was also a Navy brat too. My dad and mom live in Pensacola, after he retired from the Navy as a Master Chief. I left the Navy 7 years ago, but that's another story."

She took a drink of water, then continued. " I live right outside of Syracuse now, mostly to be close to my daughter. We adopted her when she was 3 years old. I couldn't have kids, and she was orphaned when her parents were killed in an auto accident in Norfolk. What about you Mr. Mark?"

I smiled at her and looked her right in the eye, which were hazel in color. "Let's see, I spent 20 good years in the Navy, and then retired from it. I did pick up a good vocation, programming computers, so that's what I do now. Mostly free-lance myself out. I make a good wage doing it. My uncle owns this cabin and I needed a vacation, so I too, wanted to explore here. I took the next two weeks off and hope to finish up on Mt. Marcy. I grew up just east of Syracuse and moved back there. Both of my parents are deceased now, and I have one sister, who is two years older than me"

She then asked, "What did you end up at?"

"An E8, Master Sergeant,” I answered. “and you?"

She chuckled and said, "E8 as well, Senior Chief. How many deployments?"

"3 tours in the sandpit, then countless boat rides. Served on the George Washington and the Lincoln, and ended my career at Quantico."

"Oh shit. My dad served on the Lincoln too, John Reynolds. Master Chief of the Boat."

I laughed and said, "I know your old man. I served with him on the Lincoln for 6 months. At the time I was a E6 (Staff Sergeant), but I got to know him well. I even got to meet your mom too, when we got done at Norfolk. Beautiful lady and not being forward, I can see where you get your looks. Your old man had a way with the crew. They all respected him and did anything he told them to do. I can still remember his one saying, "Son. Don't fail me, or I will open a can of whoop ass on you.” Usually scared the shit out of some teenage kid"

She laughed and said, "Yeah, he did have their respect, but at home he was a teddy bear, at least to me and mom. I remember in high school, any boy I would date, he would just stare at them, which usually scared the shit out of them"

We laughed and told stories about our time in the service. Then I did the dishes up while I had her go relax on the couch. When I finished, I asked if she would like a beer now, which she gladly accepted. Before I came out with the beers, I wrote down my name, address and phone number, and handed it to her.

"What's this for?" I told her, "Look. You were injured and I would like you to call your family and tell them and that you will be staying here tonight. Plus give you peace of mind that you are not bunking with some crazy guy in the woods. So let them know that info, and all should be good."

She chuckled then said, "Well, for one. all of you jarheads are crazy, so I am not too sure how safe I am with you, but so far, you haven't shown any craziness. But I will call my daughter and let her know."

She then called her daughter and explained the situation to her. They chatted for about 10 minutes or so. Her daughter must have asked her if I was cute, because she softly spoke, "yeah. pretty cute" After that she hung up her phone and sat back on the couch.

"I want to thank you again for saving me from a very bad situation. I know I have to be a pain in the ass to you, and you weren't planning on someone screwing up your vacation like this." Carrie said.

"Number one, you are not a pain in the ass at all, and two, you haven't screwed anything up. I rather enjoy your company, if I am being honest here. Granted, I came up here alone, but now I have made a friend, or at least, an acquaintance, and if I may add a very beautiful one at that..

Carrie blushed, "Thank you. I mean for a Gyrene, you are pretty nice, and a bonus, you can cook too. How come some pretty woman hasn't snatched you up?"

I just chuckled at that, "Well, you know how it is in the service. Always deployed to some ungodly place, or never being able to put roots down in one place. That's not fair to anyone. Plus, there has been no one who really rocked my world. The closest I came was living with this one girl for like 6 months, but she opted out after seeing me off to Iraq, and just couldn't handle the unknown. When I got back 8 months later, she was long gone. Never heard a word from her either, except for the letter she left behind. So from that point on, I just dated here and there, nothing steady. And now, I haven't really looked. You say you are divorced, what happened there, if you don't mind telling."

She smiled, and when she did, her whole face smiled. Her almond shaped eyes were to die for. A man could get lost in those eyes. I know I was. I also wondered if she had a special man in her life. If so, he was a complete idiot for letting her go on this by herself. Not to keep her safe, or anything like that, but just to be with her.

"We met at Pensacola when I was just 2 years into my first term. He was a Seal. So of course he hung the moon and stars. But growing up Navy, I knew what this entailed. We had a great marriage, at least I thought we did. Only when he got deployed, did I get scared. You know how it is with them, they are not going to some amusement park. When he got transferred to a base, I got one too, since I worked in procurement and distribution, it was no big deal."

She took a swig of her beer and breathed out, then continued. "We tried having kids, but I came to find out that my tubes were closed and I couldn't have any. So we started looking at adoption and then about a year later we were informed about Jenny. Her parents killed in an auto accident and she had no living relatives. We took her in as a foster child and then about a year after, we adopted her. Things were going good for us. We both got transferred to Norfolk, and luckily, Dad was stationed there too, but as usual, out on a boat. Then Jack started to change. He became withdrawn and started drinking more."

I put my hand on her shoulder and told her she didn't have to continue. I knew this story well, which was one of the reasons I never settled down. Seen to many start drinking, and relived the action in their heads, and shut out their loved ones.

"No. I'm good. Any ways, about 9 years ago, he went on deployment and was gone a month. Who knows where, but called the night before and said he'd be home around 1700 hours. I was excited, yet nervous too. So, and I can't believe I am telling you this, (chuckled), but I left work early that next day. I wanted to make it special for him. Jenny was going to stay with my mom. So I left around 2 and went home. When I got there, his car was already in the drive. We lived off base then. So I rushed from the car and went inside. I didn't see or hear him, so I thought he was upstairs. Oh God... (chuckling again), I stripped down and figured I would surprise him being nude. I walked silently up the stairs and saw the bedroom door closed. Then I heard muffled sounds, so I opened the door, and there he was, on the bed. But he wasn't alone. Our neighbor Joann, who lives two doors down, was there too. She was on top of him fucking him."

"Oh shit Carrie, I am so sorry" This must have been bad for her, because tears were streaming down her face now. I didn't know what to do actually. I am not good with women crying, and since I hardly knew her, I knew not to reach out and try and hold her.

She fought through it and smiled a little, "It's  okay, it really is. Joann was a divorcee and always flirted with the husbands around her. Lord knows how many time she and Jack fucked before I caught them. I shouted at them, which startled them both and I told her to get her skanky ass out of my bed. Then I told Jack to pack his things and get out. He did too, never saying a word to me as he did. About a month later, he was transferred to San Diego. I know in my heart, my dad had something to do with that. He had many big wig contacts. It took 2 years for the divorce to be finalized because he was never in the area. I had just ended my time in the service and wanted to get away from there. Dad and mom had already moved down to Florida, so I had really no one, so why stay. The next 5 years, I lived down near my parents, so I could give Jenny a new start, like me. Then she said in her senior year she got accepted to Syracuse. I was working for a big fabric company, in logistics and put in for a transfer, since they had a big distribution center up here. Another good thing is, my mom's mother still lives in Syracuse, and I have lots of cousins I never knew I had until now."

"Wow", is all I could say at first. "Now you see why I never married? Could have easily happened to me, but I come home and find her sleeping with some asshole." Then I chuckled, which turned into a laugh. "What's so funny?"

"When I was aboard the Lincoln, I was hitting on this young petty officer. Your dad took notice and pulled me aside. "Son. One thing you never do is shit where you eat. So keep your cock in your pants and stay away from them broads. Remember, you knock one up and they'll throw you in Leavenworth for destroying government property." I took him to heart too, that, and the fact your old man scared the shit out of me."

She sat there and laughed and laughed, "Yep, that's my dad. Gruff and to the point. He must have liked you, otherwise he'd let you screw up on your own and not say anything to you."

It was now going on 10 pm, and she was getting real tired. I went into the bedroom and found a sheet and a blanket, and took one of the pillows off the bed. I came back out and threw them in a chair. I reached my hand out to her, so I could help her stand.

  “okay Squid lady, you take the bunk in the bedroom and I'll be out here." She shook her head, "No way Mark. I'll sleep out here."

"Please just take the bed. You'll be much more comfortable in there, than on this couch. I'll be fine. In the morning we'll have breakfast and see how your ankle is. Maybe you should take a couple more Aleve too."

"See. I told Ya. I am a pain in the ass." and huffed, as she got her crutch and started moving towards the bedroom. I just stared at her ass as she hobbled away from me. "God damn, what an ass", I thought to myself.

After she went to the bathroom, I heard the bedroom door shut. I got my area ready for sleep. As I lay there, I could just think how sexy she had to have looked coming into the bedroom naked, ready to fuck her husband silly too. My cock started growing then, just thinking how hot I bet she looks naked. But, there was no way I was going to pound one off now, with her just down the hall.

I awoke the next morning around 6 am, which is about normal for me now. It used to be 4:30am, when I was in the service. But I don't run and do workouts like that anymore. I still work out, but nothing crazy like that. After relieving myself, and getting rid of the piss hard, I went out to the kitchen and opened the back door. It was quite chilly out and still raining. Now that could put a damper on the day. I thought I should check the weather a little later, once Carrie got up.

I was on my second cup of coffee, and had bacon in the oven when I heard the bedroom door squeak open. Then a few minutes later, the toilet flushed. So I got up and started the stove to cook some eggs. As I was preparing to cook, Carrie came into the kitchen. I turned when she said good morning, and was awe struck. All she was wearing was a red, plaid flannel shirt that came about mid-thigh on her. Of course my depraved mind wondered how sexy she looked without it, but I'll take this any day.

One thing my mind did wonder about, was if she was wearing anything under it. When I went to pee last night before bed, she had draped her shirt, shorts and a black pair of thongs over the top of the shower curtain bar. Oh well, one thing to ponder over and never find out.

"Morning Squid. How did you sleep and how is the ankle?"

"I slept really well, actually. It throbbed at first, but this morning it feels so much better. Not even using the crutch. That bed is so comfy. Thank you again for letting me use it. And, thank you again for everything you have done for me. Even if you are a bonehead Jarhead."

"Ouch. That hurts. And here, I thought you liked me", then chuckled. "Sit. Let me get you some coffee and the eggs will be done in a minute or so."

We sat and ate, with little talk between us. Once we were finished, she made a remark about the weather looking quite shitty out. I agreed with her on that and told her I checked the weather channel, and it said it was going to rain all day today and finally move out this evening, then the next few days it would be clear and cool, up in the mountains.

"Well, I have another favor I am going to ask of you. Could you possibly drive me down to my car? Then I am going to rent a room for tonight and see how my ankle feels tomorrow. If all is well, I'll try and tackle this mountain again." she said.

I looked up at her and smiled, "I was thinking." She laughed, "Now that will be a first. A Marine that thinks. No. Go on"

I grinned at her, "I see you have your dad's wit too.... I was thinking, why don't we do this together. I mean, we get along well, and it would probably be more fun doing it together, than alone. Your virtue would be safe with me. And, not sure if you know this, but there are quite a few animals out there that don't really care for humans. Having a buddy around would make it safer."

She sat and pondered for a moment, then after a bit, finally spoke. "You know, that isn't a bad idea really. But understand, I am not going to cook everything and do the cleaning, we share duties. As for my virtue, I think I am pretty safe with you. Plus, I have been around 41 years and done quite well, taking care of my own virtue. Plus, if I know Jenny, she was on the phone with dad and mom last night telling them everything that went on here. And daddy would hunt you down, if you hurt his little girl." then laughed at her remark.

I started laughing, and shook my head. "What?" she asked. I calmed a bit and said, "Well, I should never try and do that age guessing game at carnivals. I'd lose big time." She grinned and asked what I thought she was. "When I saw you at the ranger station, I put you in your early 30's, not 40. Just a tad off I'd say."

She laughed and said, "Yeah, just a little bit off, but thank you. I might like you more now."

I told her the rest of my thoughts. After cleaning up and showering, we could go into Lake Placid. I need to get more tape and gauze, for her ankle. Some more food. And, she needed to buy some hiking boots, so her feet and ankles had better support. Depending on the time, maybe grab dinner down there too. Then pick up your car and drive it up here and we'll make this our base of operation. She laughed at the last statement and I asked what was so funny.

"Oh nothing, except, you can take the Jarhead out of the Marines, but you will never take the Marine out of the Jarhead, that's for sure. Base of operations? sheesh.", then laughed again.

I started doing the dishes, and she joined me. Drying as I washed. I told her she didn't have to, but she said to shut up. I was beginning to like her more and more. I like a woman with spunk, and speaks her mind. Granted, I like a woman who is also feminine too, which I believe she is. There is 3 things I find so sexy in a woman. Her eyes. They hold the keys to her being. Next is her attitude. If she doesn't wilt when faced with conflict and then the sexiest is her ass and legs. If she has that, she is the total package to me. I just never found one yet. But now, I think I may have found one. Only time will tell.

We decided to take off around noon, and about 20 minutes before we left, my phone chimed. It was a text coming through. Only a handful of people knew I was going up here, and any of the companies I was working with knew I was on vacation and wouldn't be available.

I was sitting in the leather chair when I opened the text. It stated, "You fucking Devil Dog. Thank You for taking care of my baby girl. Just remember who her old man is and not take any liberties that I would not approve of." I sat there and started laughing. Carrie came out of the bathroom and asked what was so funny. So I showed her the text. She too started laughing.

"See. I told you Jenny would call them. She even gave them your number. Too funny."

I texted him back. "You fucking OLD sea dog. Shock was an understatement when I found out who her old man was. Small world. We are going to tackle these mountains together. She'll be in good hands Sir." and I hit send.

A minute later, the phone rang. Carrie laughed, then I answer it. "Sir? you fucking idiot. You save that for those weenie ass officers, who still need their mommy's to wipe their asses."

"Aye Aye, Master Chief."

"Mark. Not sure how you two stumbled onto each other, but actually I am glad. She's a tough girl, but knowing you are there makes my stomach calm a bit. I wasn't too keen on her doing this alone as it was. I know those woods. Lots of animals up there that don't take to humans, especially the cougars and bears. So please be careful."

"We will Chief. No harm will come to either of us. Your daughter will be in good hands."

"Now why'd you have to say that shithead. Remember what I told you back when you were eyeing up that young PO. It definitely goes for now (laughing). Seriously Mark. I know she is. Just keep my baby girl safe. And for now on, call me John. We served our time."

  “okay John. I will. I'll let you speak to Carrie." and handed the phone to her. They chatted for a few minutes. I caught her rolling her eyes a few times, but she was also glad her dad had called.

I wish I had a dad that care, like he did. Mine was a cruel SOB. I am not sure why my mom ever stayed with him. Hell, when he died, I did not even make an attempt to go home for the funeral. My sister did, but only because she wanted to be there for mom. I did go home for mom's, when she died a few years later.

Carrie said her goodbye's, then handed the phone back to me. She just shook her head and then laughed. She kept on laughing then too. I was perplexed, as to what she found so funny.

She calmed a bit, then said, "God Mark. When you answered the phone and heard his voice, you went parade dress attention. I bet you didn't even know you were doing it. It was so cute. But you know what, now that I really think of it, you are a lot like him in so many ways"

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked. "Hell no. Just funny though. He never liked Jack. Jack would never look him in the eye, and that bothered dad. Can't trust a man who won't look you in the eye, he used to say. Guess he was right. He must like you some, or he wouldn't have called you like that."

Carrie was dressed in tight jeans and a sweat shirt, This sweat shirt hugged her body nicely, and judging from the two peaks I saw, she wasn't wearing a bra either. Her ass was like a dream to me. Nice and full, and the way the seam disappeared into her as, just made me think of badly I would love to be those pants right now.

We got the Lake Placid and found a sporting goods store. Inside, she tried on a few pairs of boot, until she found one she said really fit her nicely. Even the swollen ankle fit into it, which kind of surprised me. She also bought some socks. A couple of thin one's to use on her bad foot and some thicker woolen type socks. Of course they matched.

Carrie also bought a new rain slicker, with hood, and I figured, what the hell, and bought one too. Mine was old and ragged looking. After our purchases, she sat down in a chair at the front of the store and put on her new socks and boots. She said she wanted to start breaking them in. Of course I asked how they felt around her injured ankle, and she said great, but who knows for sure.

The rest of the afternoon, we did the basic sightseeing around town. Every once in a while, we found a place to sit, that was out of the weather, so she could rest her ankle. She said it felt fine, but never complained when I suggested a rest.

By 5pm, we were both pretty hungry, so we started looking for a place to eat. We found this quaint little restaurant that served American flavor. I opted for a steak, and she did too. The girl could eat, but lord knows where it goes on her. We had a really good time while eating. We found out stuff about our early lives. Of course, hers was moving from base to base, and mine was not really giving a crap about school and getting into stupid trouble. She also found out how I detested my father when I was a teen.

For me, this felt like a date. I usually am tongue tied during these events. But with her, I felt really at ease and conversations moved smoothly, like we have known each other our whole lives. One thing I did notice, that anytime her parents were mentions, she had this twinkle in her eye. She adored them, which was hard for me to understand. My parents weren't all that interested in what I did, and I pretty much gave up trying to get them to show me any affection or love when I hit 14, it just wasn't going to happen. To my mom, my sister was an angel, and I was the devil. For Carrie, she was their parents whole world, especially her dad.

She had me in tears with some of the dumb things her dad used to do with her. Playing dress up and Barbies and such. If you knew her dad the way I know him, you would never think in a million years he would do things like this. For some reason, the more she talked, the more I was beginning to really like her, and I mean like in how a man wants to be with a woman. To share things with, and be with.

We left the restaurant about an hour and a half later. The rain had stopped, so we decided to just walk around a little more. As we walked, she took my hand in hers, like two teens would do. Now I am not the type that shows public displays of affection. I never did that, only because I really never saw it from my parents when I was growing up. But, her hand in mine felt so good to me. Then she just leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

I looked at her with a questioning look. "Thank you again. My vacation could have been ruined, or even worse, still stuck up on that mountain side."

"Actually" I said, "Maybe it is fate, we found each other. But I will say this. I really like being with you" She just looked at me and smiled, and gave my hand a little squeeze in acknowledgement.

"Mark? Weird question." she paused, then asked, "What's your perfect woman to be with?"

"Oh God" I said, "Actually, I don't want a perfect woman. I want one that when we are together, we can laugh, or cry, without feeling it's not right to do. I'd want one who is independent, and doesn't need me to keep her happy, but also, wants me in her life because I do make her happy, and she makes me happy too. She should be one with a strong mind and not afraid to speak her mind, or argue. But if we do argue, it is about something important in our lives, and not something petty, like I see so many do nowadays. When I commit to someone like that, I want that same commitment in return. It's either all or nothing, because I only want to do this once in my life, and as you can see, I have never found her, nor have I really looked all that hard either. And lastly, when we are apart, she is the only person I am thinking of, and wishing I was with her, even if it is occupying the same room with her...... What's your perfect man you want to be with ?"

She laughed, then got a very serious look on her face. "To be honest, I am not sure anymore. I thought when I met, and then married Jack, he was the perfect man. Rugged, good looking, and always attentive, when he wasn't deployed. But as time wore on, he quit being attentive and acted like I was there to serve him. I felt as though I was raising two kids at times. I guess I want what you want, but in a man. I want it an equal partnership, and I base that on dad and mom, because they have that and always have, and it is what I grew up with. I want him on my mind 24 / 7 when we are apart, and when we are together, there is no one else alive that makes us happy, well except Jenny. I want to be able to look across the room at him and just make love with our eyes. I know, sounds corny, but that's what I want. As for love making, that's exactly what I want, love making. Pleasuring my man like no other woman can, and he pleasure me in the same way. To that end, it is a two way street. If you give 100%, expect to receive 100%. back. The last couple of years of marriage, now that I think back on it, it was mostly I gave, he took, and could care less about my needs at all, and I doubt highly he was even thinking of me then."

With that, I just looked at her and said, "Well, sounds like we have some things in common again. As silly as this sounds, but this feels like a date we are on. But you know, it feels good. I'll be honest Carrie. I have never been in love before. I am not sure what that feels like. But I won't lie either, never have since being in the service, and I never will either, I like being with you."

"Good to know Jarhead. I like being with you too. But, does my race bother you at all?"

"You're kidding right? I think you are one beautiful woman. And if I may be so bold, a very sexy one too. Granted, you have a better tan than me, but that's only because of my Irish blood. We don't tan well. All kidding aside, why would you ever think that it would bother me?"

"Oh Mark. I didn't mean it in a bad way but, when I was growing up, kids weren't so nice about, from both races. About 4 years ago, I was dating a guy and he met my parents. Even though mom comes from a mix race parents, she is darker than me, and when he saw that, he sort of just couldn't handle that. Since then, I haven't dated at all."

I chuckled, then said, "Good thing I already know your parents and I like them. I definitely respect them even more. Back when they got together, and hell, even your grandparents, that was a lot harder to live with. People are so judgmental and mean. But No, your race means nothing to me. To me Squid, you are one Hot looking woman."

"Keep talking like that Jarhead, and I just may let you stick around me another day or two."

After driving back up to the cabin, our talk turned to our hike in the morning. We decided to look over the maps and see how we would tackle it and what to bring. I asked her if she minded sharing a tent with me. I told her it was a 4 man tent, and would lighten the load of the pack. She even agreed to that. My backpack was almost as big as the one I had in the service, which is called a rucksack. I will be able to get the tent and my sleeping bag in it, along with a small shovel and then a lighter, and food. If I pack right, I can get her sleeping bag into it and give her the lighter things like a coffee pot and water, and her carry the food. Just take enough for the day, and no more. Plenty of food bars and the such and canned stew. After eating M R Ees most of my life, canned stew is gourmet eating.

Once we got back to the cabin, we laid out the map and plotted our course. Once that was done, I went and showered, then packed my pack. Carrie was showering then. I changed into just running shorts and a t-shirt. When Carrie finished, she came out wearing just a flannel shirt again. Last time she had it on, she had it buttoned all the way to the top, except for the last button. This time, the top 3 buttons were left undone. "Damn. She does look sexy like that." I thought.

We packed up her backpack, with food and such, and even a change of clothes for the both of us. I recommended sweats for at night, since it will be chilly up there, but she also pack a flannel, which she said she prefers sleeping in. One thing I did pack in my pack, was my 9millimeter Glock. I have a permit for it, and I did inform the rangers that I was carrying it up there. Way too many wild animals that could prey on us. But, I did not tell Carrie this. Not sure how she would react. Hopefully, we'll never have to use it. One thing I did pack, was a roll of toilet paper. Carrie laughed at that one. But once you are in the field, like I have been on patrol, it's a comfort of home you want more than anything, and it beats leaves.

After packing, we retired to the living room, where Carrie turned on the TV. Checking the weather first, then some sappy movie she liked. I got us some beers, to which she toasted, "To a great adventure tomorrow.", as we clinked bottles together. I then pulled out the ace bandage we bought earlier that day.

As she sat on the couch, she placed her bad leg over her good one and let me take off the tape, It ankle was a bit swollen, but not like it was yesterday. It was very hard to keep my concentration on her foot, because of her sexy legs right there. "God, I wish we were lovers. I would love nothing more than to kiss my way to heaven right now." is all I could think about. But I pushed those thoughts aside, knowing my chances of that were quite slim, for now.

Once I had her all wrapped up, I suggested she use the thinner of the socks tomorrow. She said her ankle feels really good wrapped like this. She then patted the couch seat next to her, for me to join her. She was sitting next to me with her legs folded under her. As we watched the movie, not much was said. We just enjoyed each other's company. I wondered if this how couples spent evenings together. I had never been in one before, and still am not in one, but this is close, I guess.

I have never let a woman get that close, even the one I lived with. To her, I was a place to live and a fuck. And I viewed her pretty much the same way. We never got mushy or even showed PDA. We just existed together and pretty much fucked. Of course, back then, I was in my 20's and sex was all I had in mind. Not once was, I love you, ever spoken between us.... When the movie ended, Carrie stretched and said she was tired and needed some sleep.

"So Jarhead, you take the bunk tonight and I'll use the couch."

"No. You take the bed. Please. I am fine out here. This couch is pretty comfortable actually." though I was lying through my teeth. The couch sucked. But I was raised with some manners, mostly obtained in the Marines.

"God. You Gyrene's are so bull headed. Next time, I take the couch."

I don't know what possessed me, but I leaned over to kiss her on the cheek, and as I got close, she turn her face to me and it landed on her lips. It was a quick one, intended for her cheek.

I stammered then saying, "Sorry. That was meant for your cheek. And thank you for a great day. I really like being with you"

She giggled, then grabbed my face with both of her hands and kissed me on the lips.

"I prefer the lips to a cheek, any day of the week Grunt." then stood and walked towards the bedroom. I couldn't help but watch her fine looking legs and ass, as she disappeared down the hall, saying good night to me, softly.

I was up at 6am. I got coffee going and changed into jeans and a polo shirt. About an hour later, I heard the toilet flush, so I started breakfast, It was best to eat a big breakfast, since lunch would consist of power bars and water.

Carrie came out in the same flannel that she had on the night before. "God this woman makes me crazy for her. " I thought. One thing I have noticed, she is not big with wearing make-up. She doesn't need too. She's one of those women who could easily go without it. I bet she is smoking hot when she is made up.

After eating, I did the dishes up, and she went and changed. The weather called for a daytime temp of 70 and tonight in the 50's. But on the mountain top, it would be in the 40's.

Carrie came back to the living room, dressed and ready to go. She had on a pair of khaki shorts, that hugged her frame nicely and a light green shirt, and judging from the way the nipples were poking through, no bra. This could be a long hike today. I must keep my mind out of the proverbial gutter.

I asked how her ankle felt, and she said fine, just a little bit of stiffness. I told her we would rest as many times as she thought it was needed. It should take about 4 or 5 hours to get to the top. After putting on our gear, which included now, a thermal mat to put under the sleeping bags my uncle had, we left, making sure the cabin was secure.

The trail we chose was not all that hard, compared to some of the places I had to climb in Afghanistan. Carrie was keeping up too without a problem, If her ankle hurt, she surely didn't say. Most times I would let her lead, and got to watch not only the scenery, but also her lovely ass and legs. Now that was picture perfect. Her body could put 20 something year olds to shame.

We stopped for lunch about a mile and a half from the top. There was a clearing that overlooked a valley below, and the sight was breathtaking to say the least. Carrie was all giddy about this and took out her phone and started taking pictures, commenting how beautiful it was. I too, took a few photo's with my phone as well.

After a brief rest period, we continued our trek up the mountain. The higher we climb, you could feel the air getting cooler, but not cold. That would come later this evening, but we were prepared for that.

I was letting Carrie lead us this time, and I could not help but watch her body as she walked up the trail. She had asked the previous day, what my perfect woman would be. Well, if it was just the body, then hers would be it. Toned legs, and a great ass. Slim waist line, and a shocker to most, but small boobs. I have always preferred a woman with smaller chests. I just think they look incredibly sexy. So Carrie fit that build to a tee.

Would I like to be her lover? Hell yes. Who wouldn't want too. But, there was no way I would ever make the first move. Not only out of respect for her, but also for her dad, who I respected a great deal. If sex was in the cards for us, she would have to initiate it. But in reality, any time you have sex with a woman, it is always her call, unless you are a complete asshole.

As we continued our climb, a couple, not more than 25 I'd say, was descending from the top. They greeted us and told us what an awesome view we were to behold, once we made it to the top. We found out too, that they were on their honeymoon. They, like us, camped overnight up there and said it was the most romantic place on earth. They then departed after a short rest, and we wished them well on their journey down.

Finally, around 3 in the afternoon, we were at the top. The air was cool, but not too bad actually. With the sun beating down, I would venture to say it was in the 50's. I saw a clearing and put my rucksack down, and took Carrie's from her. She ran up another 1000 feet to the top and a clearing. One thing about up here, it is a tourist attraction and has manmade lookout observatories, which takes away from the place. We are going to camp right by a wooded area, away from the trails.

"Mark, Mark" she yelled. "Come up and see this."

I dropped what I was doing and trekked up to her and she grabbed my hand, pulling me along faster. She was so excited, almost like a kid on Christmas morning. Once up there, we could see all around, and off in the distance, loomed Mt. Marcy, the tallest of these over 40 high peak mountains that made up this range. It was a majestic sight to behold.

She skipped up and onto a rock formation to get a better view, and left me with another beautiful view, her. God she was intoxicating to look at.

"God. This is so awesome. What a beautiful site. Don't you think Mark?"

I chuckled to myself, then said, "Yes. It is a gorgeous sight to behold" Now I was staring at her body, and had no thoughts of the surrounding area then.

She turned her head, back towards me, and just smiled, and motioned me to join her. She was right, it was breathtaking to look out over the area. Ponds and streams below us. We could actually see a herd of Moose below, by one of the streams. We both took out our phones and took pictures. Carrie cursed herself for not bringing her digital camera. I don't own one, and thought may be when we got back down, we could go to a store and buy one.

I suggested she explore a bit while I set up camp. One great thing about this place, it had bathrooms. One for men, and one for women. I figured they were outhouses, but was wrong when I went to relieve myself. Actual running toilets and sinks. I knew some of the other areas we were not going to be that lucky.

About an hour later, she came strolling back to where I set up the tent. I had just finished laying out the pad, and placed the sleeping bags on top of it. I wasn't too sure how she would feel about being right next to me, but the pad was only so wide, like the width of a queen size bed.

She came inside and looked around. "That looks cozy", then smiled at me. That made me feel a little better. I surely did not want her to get the wrong ideas, like I wanted to do something with her, even though I really did.

I got us a fire going then and cooked up a scrumptious dinner of beef stew, and canned corn. We even had bread for dipping. We ate without complaint. In fact, it was quite good. Trust me, after eating M R Ees (meals ready to eat) in the service, your own boot would taste good.

After cleaning up, which included taking our bowls, and the pan to the bathroom and washing them in the sink, I came back and made sure the fire stayed nice. We again sat and talked about our adventure so far.

"Mark. This has been so amazing today. I cannot believe the sights I have seen so far. And being totally honest. I am so glad to be spending this time with you. God. I love it up here."

"I'm glad you feel that way. I am not sure I would find this as amazing as I do now, with you with me. What I am really looking forward too, is the night sky, with all the bright stars. It has to breath taking. Just like you."

I think the comment just flew over her head, because she made no remark at all about it. Then said, "I bet sunset is really cool looking up here. Especially when it starts dipping behind these mountain peaks all around us."

We finished cleaning up the area. No need for unwanted guest later. I suggested going back up to the top and watch the sunset. I was surprised because as we walked, she hardly limped at all. I figured with the rest we just had, her ankle would be screaming to her.

We reached the summit again and surprisingly, no one was there, except for us. We sat on this crop of rocks and just marveled at the sight. The majestic mountains all around us, and the sun slowly setting in the west. A big orange ball.

Carrie grabbed her phone again, turned it on and took a picture. Then she asked me to sit close to her and face away from the sun, so she could do a selfie of us, with the sun behind us. That took a good minute to set up, and get it just right in the picture.

As we were doing this, a lady ranger just happened to be walking up our way. She was checking the area out, making sure all was fine up here.

"Would you guys like me to take the picture of you two, with this gorgeous sunset?" she asked.

"Oh God, would you please?" Carrie answered back.

Carrie set the camera back to take normal pictures and handed it to her. The lady gladly took a couple for us, then asked, "How about you two love birds kiss while the sun is behind you. It's so romantic like that."

I looked at Carrie, and she at me. I raised my eyebrows like Groucho Marx used to do in his movies. That made Carrie giggle, but then she leaned in and softly kissed me on the lips. I so wanted to part her lips and taste her tongue, but why ruin a good moment. The only lasted a few seconds, when we heard the ranger say she got it. But during that time, Carrie's hand rested on my one thigh. The kiss alone brought a strange sensation to me. One I have never felt before. Maybe it was fear if her dad found out we kissed up here. "Christ", I thought to myself, "I'm acting like some dumb teenager.

When we broke away, she smiled a very bright smile. I smiled too, then thanked the ranger for helping us out. She did caution us on making sure we take care of the fire we had, and to make sure all food was secure, and away from our sleeping area.

Her hand was still on my leg as the ranger walked back down the hill, towards her car. I looked back at Carrie and she sort of had her head down, like she was embarrassed. I surely wasn't. The kiss brought me alive actually, and if her hand was any closer to my crotch, she may notice that something else enjoyed her lips.

"Sorry about that" she said. "What. I found the kiss very nice. You have soft lips. Very kissable lips in fact. If given the opportunity again, I would jump at the chance." I boldly stated.

We turned again and sat there and watched the sun start to sink behind the mountain tops. As it did, we just talked about our work lives, and things we did during the course of a normal day. Mine is pretty boring actually. I work a great deal. I don't go out much. I am not a bar type of person and have just a few select friends. It's been ages since I went out with a woman. Most that I do know are either married, or divorced with young kids. It's not that I don't like kids, I just don't relate well with them. The only two I get along with are my niece and nephew, but they are teens now and could care less about old Uncle Mark.

To be continued, by T. Foxal.

By HectorBidon. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

One of the big lessons I learned the summer I graduated from high school was that if something is worth doing, it's worth doing even if it was your mother's idea. The Park Department was putting on a series of new events for young adults, and my mother kept bugging me to go to one of them. "It will get you out of the house," she'd say. "You love the outdoors. It will give you a chance to meet people." By people she meant girls. Here I was, eighteen, and I still didn't have a girlfriend. She was afraid I'd be a bachelor all my life.

I think she was trying to correct her mistakes from the past 5 years. Until the past few months, she tried to keep me from anything that might conflict with her frigid attitudes on dating and sex. Now she was often suggesting that I ask out some girl who met her qualifications. What teenage guy wants to let their mom be their matchmaker!”

My dad left my mom when I was 13, and married a woman in another state. Mom never dated any men since then.  So mom tried to find good male role models for me. Scouting was okay, because my buddies were there. But other than the scouting idea, I resented her socialization initiatives. Dad rarely visited, once his new wife had a baby; nor did he arrange for me to come visit him.  But he paid for my prep school, and I got a car for my graduation/18th birthday present.

The fact is, I was dying to get out of the house. I did love the outdoors. I desperately wanted to meet girls. The only reason I was dragging my feet was because it was her idea. It began to dawn on me that this was not a very grown-up reason.

So I took a look at the schedule. One of the events was going to be an orienteering hike in Twisty Creek Park. It was a new county park and nature preserve & endowment that some rich widow gave to the county, upon her death. The terms required the county to provide educational experiences for reintroducing young people to nature, through hikes and other activities. The hikers would be divided up into teams, and each team would have to find their way around an eight-mile course using a map and a compass. It sounded like it might be fun. So I signed up online. They sent me a topographic map of the park and a list of directions that we'd have to follow to get around the course.

On the morning of the hike, I got to the park a few minutes late. There were half a dozen cars in the parking lot, but I didn't see any people. I got out to take a look around. Another car door opened, and a girl got out. She was wearing khaki shorts, a light blue polo shirt, and a brimmed hat.

"Are you here for the orienteering hike?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "Have they left already?"

"I don't think so.” She guessed. “I've been here for ten minutes, and you're the only other person I've seen." She had a pretty face with freckles and light brown hair. She looked both shapely and athletic. Her hair was flowing halfway to her waist.

"Do you think it got cancelled?"

"Usually they let you know." She said. “The weather is fine. Maybe someone had a personal health issue?”

"So what should we do?" I sought her advice.

"Keep waiting, I guess. See if anyone else shows up."

She got her backpack from her car, and we waited in the shade of some oak trees. We looked at our maps and oriented ourselves with respect to a few of the taller hills that could be seen from the parking lot. I was usually pretty shy around girls, but since we were both interested in figuring out the map, I was able to hold my own. I hadn’t done this kind of nature stuff since my scouting troop disbanded, two years ago, when the leaders either moved or had health complications.

Eventually, fifteen minutes had gone by, and no one else had arrived.

"Well, I guess we're it," she said. "What do you think? Shall we just go ahead and try to take the hike ourselves?"

It was an exciting prospect. She was friendly and very pretty; and we seemed to be getting along well. "I guess that's what we're here for."

So, with both our compasses out; we headed out down the trail. It was a fire access road, actually, wide enough for the two of us to walk along side by side. She introduced herself as Heidi. She was outgoing and friendly and easy to talk to. She'd just graduated from the public high school. I'd just graduated from the Catholic boys prep school. We were both going to the State University, the next year.

"I thought everybody from St Francis went to some big name college," she said.

"Some do, but not everybody can afford it," I explained.

"Wasn't it weird going to a high school with only boys?" Heidi asked, in a platonic tone.

"You get used to it, I guess."

"But you had girls in your grade school, didn't you? I don't see why they separate you in high school. I mean, the real world has boys and girls both. Shouldn't high school be the same way?"

"I guess they figure we'll catch up eventually. They probably want to save our eternal souls from sexual temptations." I said, the mocking tone of a fundamentalist preacher.

"But you guys did do things with Carlmont, didn't you?" That was the nearest Catholic girls high school. "Dances and things?"

"They had dances and things. I didn't usually go."

"How come?"

"Too shy, I guess."

"Oh come on. You don't seem that shy. Did you go to the prom?"

"Nah." I was surprised at how personal her questions became; and to be truthful, the thought of going to the prom had never even crossed my mind. But now I felt embarrassed that I hadn't at least considered it.

"Because you were shy?"

"I didn't really have anyone to ask."

"Couldn't you have asked one of the girls you went to grade school with?"

"I guess I haven't kept in very good touch with them. In Junior high I was terrified of girls. I certainly didn’t have any girls in my 13 year old social circle, let alone a female whose friendship had any lasting connection.”

"Well? See? II you want to have someone to ask to the prom, it's going to take a little effort on your part."

“Yeah, I got it.” I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable being in the spotlight.

"What about you?" I asked. "Did you go to the prom?"

Her reply surprised me. "Not really."

"Not really, or No?"

"Nobody asked me."

"Really? I mean, seriously. You're so pretty. You're so nice."

"Yeah, well, a lot of shy guys at my school too, I guess. I was a bit of a tom-boy, in my youth.  I have 3 older brothers, and no sisters.”

The first few legs of the orienteering route were pretty easy to figure out. They had us going along a ridge with nice views of the creek and the hills beyond. It was a pleasant day with big fluffy clouds in the sky. We didn't see another soul on the trail.

Then one leg took us down into a big open meadow. It started off along an unofficial path that wasn't too hard to follow. But when we got down to the meadow the trail became sketchier and sketchier. Finally it disappeared altogether, and we had to bushwhack through tall grass in the general direction of the creek. The ground was swampy in places, and swarming with mosquitos.

"I wish I'd worn long pants," Heidi grumbled. Eventually we came to firmer ground, and we struck the creek right at a stand of shady sycamores. It was a pretty site with a rough little beach of pebbles and coarse sand.

According to the directions, there should have been a bridge there, but there wasn't. We studied the map, and Heidi finally figured it out. We weren't where we thought we were.

"Here's the bridge," she said, pointing at the map. "If we were there, then Grizzly Peak would be west of this hill. But it's east. So we must be over here somewhere."

"Right," I said. "And look, the creek takes a big turn here. So maybe this is where we are." I indicated a point on the map only about two-thirds of the way toward the bridge. We decided that we must have taken the wrong side trail down into the meadow. It hadn't been a real trail at all, just an animal track. That's why it had petered out in the tall grass.

"So what do we do now?" Heidi asked.

One option would be to retrace our steps through the meadow, but neither of us much wanted to go back that way again. Or we could try to follow along the creek itself, but we had no idea how rough the terrain might be.

The third option would be to cross the creek where we were and then cut across country to intersect the trail again about a half a mile ahead. That way didn't look to be as overgrown as the meadow had been, and in fact it looked like it might be our best bet. The problem was the creek. It was pretty wide here, and no telling how deep. We decided to reconnoiter a bit to see if we could find an easier place to cross.

Heidi bent down to tighten her shoelace and let out a little shriek.

"A tick!" she cried. It was in the cuff of her sock. She brushed it off and stomped it with a vengeance. Our instructions had warned about the possibility of ticks. The ones in our area weren't thought to carry Lyme disease, but they could carry other diseases, and they were just all-around nasty creatures, burrowing into your skin and sucking your blood.

Heidi sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree. She took off her shoes and socks and found one more tick. I stepped out of my own shoes and found one of the little buggers myself. "We must have picked them up in the meadow," I said.

Heidi was checking the legs of her shorts. She spotted another one, right on her inner thigh. "God," she said, "I've got one on my leg, too."

I was wearing long pants. "They can't get inside your clothes, can they?"

Heidi was standing up again. "They can get anywhere! We probably need to check ourselves, all over." She sounded very serious. She began to unbutton her shorts, but she didn't want to pull them down in front of me. So she turned her back, and then looked over her shoulder to make sure I turned my back too.

Was she really going to take off her shorts right out there in the open? Well, it was the only way to know for sure. The spot where we were was pretty secluded. We'd turned our backs to give each other as much privacy as possible.

I started to wonder if I shouldn't check myself as well. I took off my tee shirt and felt around my chest and armpits. Could they really have gotten inside my pants? I unbuckled them and tried to look down inside. It felt kind of silly undressing in the out of doors, but I carefully stepped out of one leg and then the other. I took a quick glance around to make sure Heidi wasn't looking.

She still had her back to me. She'd taken off her shorts, and everything else! I could see her bare, split bottom. She was completely nude! That must have been what she meant by checking herself all over.

I was shocked that she'd taken her clothes off, and I was just as shocked that she'd thought it necessary to check herself all the way down to the skin. I turned quickly back away from her. I looked down inside the waistband of my underpants. It was a rat's nest of pubic hair down there. Could there be ticks? The only way to know for sure would be to take a closer look.

Keeping my back to Heidi, I slid my underpants down. And right there on the underside of my penis, right where it emerged from my balls, was the horrid little black watermelon seed of a tick. It had already started to latch on. My heart skipped a beat.

Heidi must have heard me gasp. "Don't try to pull it out!" she ordered. She was looking right at me. "You might break it, and then we won't be able to get the head out. Hold on. I've got some tweezers in my first-aid kit."

She crouched to open her backpack, split bottom and all. Then she stood back up with the tweezers. She had breasts real breasts and, down where her bikini bottom should have been, a fuzzy little patch of hair. I'd never seen a girl naked before. I'd never seen the way her breasts swell so naturally from her chest, the way they sway as she hastens toward you, the way they're capped so frankly by their pink little buds. Her boobs were each very wide and came together in a cleaved valley. They started high and sloped low, but without sagging at all. Every move she made had a resulting jiggle.

"Sit there," she commanded, indicating the tree trunk. Her face was full of concern, her voice charged with the authority of someone who has recently read the field manual. She knelt down in front of me. No girl had ever seen my penis before. But now I had no choice but to show it to her. I lifted it up and let her see even the underside.

She assessed the situation. "Keep the skin stretched tight," she told me. So I held my dick up with one hand and used the other to pull down the saggy skin of my balls. She held the tweezers parallel to the skin, right down touching it, to grab the tick as close in as she could get. She pulled slowly, tenting the skin at first and then plucking the tick right out. She inspected it closely. "I think we got it all," she said with freckled concentration, holding it up for me to see. She squashed it between the jaws of the tweezers, then dropped it on the ground and smeared it with a rock.

She looked back up at me, still crouched between my legs, deliberately ignoring the fact that we were both naked. "I should probably check to see if there are any others," she said, speaking still with the authority of the field manual. I could see that she was probably right. She could check me much more thoroughly than I could check myself. I let go of my dick and spread my legs farther apart.

She bent in close. She started with my pubic hair, using both her hands to curry through it. Just a minute ago we'd been hiking down the trail, chatting about high school, and now we were naked and she was fiddling around with my crotch. All I could see from my vantage were her brown tresses and her broad, bare back. But I could feel her careful probing. No one had ever touched me where she was touching me. I could feel myself starting to stiffen. There was nothing I could do to stop it. She finally had to move her head back to dodge being slapped in the cheek. I was too embarrassed to even apologize.

She kept working as if protruding dicks were nothing out of the ordinary for her. She had me spread my legs even wider so she could check where my balls tucked up against my thighs. She was still using her fingers to curry the hair, but very timidly, trying hard to avoid touching my scrotum. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed. Or so erect.

She scrunched way down, trying to see the underside of my balls. "Um, " she said.

It wasn't really possible for me to lean much farther back. "What if I turn around?" I suggested.

We stood up. I turned around and bent over the tree trunk, planting my hands on the ground on the other side. I don't know if asses blush, but it sure felt like mine was as red as a beet.

She gingerly swept her hand over my thigh, first the back, then the inside, right up to the seam. Then she cautiously parted my butt cheeks. Christ! She was looking at my asshole! Not even the guys in gym class had ever seen my asshole! Then she went even further down. I tried to think what was even down there. My butt crack must end somewhere. She was inspecting places so private I'd never even thought about them before.

Finally her probing stopped and her hands withdrew. "I don't see any more," she said. I stood back up. My dick was as rigid as a fire hydrant, and there wasn't anything I could do to hide it.

"So," she said, hesitantly. It was pretty clear now that the only way to know for sure whether she had ticks would be for me to check her. But she was too shy to ask. I tried to muster up some of her field-manual confidence. I gestured for her to sit down on the trunk.

I did my best to follow her example. I made myself focus on the individual sectors rather than the girl they made up. Her skin was so white and so bare that it was easy to see that there were no ticks on her chest, on her bosom, on her sides, on her stomach. I moved my focus down to her fuzzy triangle.

I knew absolutely nothing about girls down there. We'd had sex ed in school, of course, but there had only been diagrams, and pretty schematic ones at that. Besides, it had been way back in sophomore year, when sex had seemed about as relevant to my actual life as medieval history. So I was venturing into uncharted territory.

Her pubic hair was a lot coarser than I somehow thought a girl's would be, almost as coarse as mine. At the top of the patch, where it came near her faint tan line, the coverage was wispy and you could see through to the whitish skin underneath. Further down, especially along the midline, it was bushier and more concealing.

I went slowly, checking every square inch, using my fingers to gently curry the thicker spots, making sure that nothing escaped my notice. I began to see that the dimple along the midline was actually more of a gash. At first I was horrified that it was the lingering scar from some unspeakable injury. But then I began to realize that it must have something to do with her vagina, that it might even be her vagina itself. I blushed and hoped she didn't notice.

"You'll, have to check there too," she said in a brave voice, the voice she must have used in the doctor's office. She put her fingers on either side of the gash and spread it a little ways open for me. It was deeper than I had thought, and much more elaborate, with different overlapping folds of pinkish skin, like the petals of an exotic, fleshy flower.

"Is it Okay to touch you there?" I softly asked.

"You'll probably have to."

I took a deep breath and tried to pretend that I knew what I was doing. I used just the very tips of my fingers to gently peek down between the different petals. It was pretty clear now that these were her most private, private parts, nestled away here at the very heart of her lap. It would have been obscene for a tick to even presume to enter there. I was relieved I didn't find any.

When I was done she stood up, red faced, and forced herself to turn around and present her bottom. The first thing I saw, right toward the top of her crack, was a little black watermelon seed. She heard my gasp. "Another one? Did you see how I removed it?" she asked, nervously.

"I think so," I tried to reassure her. I spread her bottom with one hand and slid the tweezers along the crack. I didn't squeeze tightly enough the first time, and the tweezers slipped off. I tried again, squeezing more tightly, and this time I managed to pull it out. It looked like I'd gotten it all, but I took it around for her to double check. Then I pounded it with a rock like she'd done.

“Look really close, to make sure nothing is still attached to my skin.” She encouraged me.

I continued my examination, but there was no way I could avoid seeing what I was seeing. There was her asshole, cuter, more feminine than I might have expected. And below it, somewhat surprisingly, her gash again, upside down now I guess, rimmed by tightly curled stiff hairs, but not nearly as camouflaged in this position. In fact, it made more sense this way. I could see right where a penis would go.

I didn't find any more ticks. She stood up again, still red with embarrassment. But she held it in and issued one last field-manual directive. "We should probably check our clothes too." She happened to be standing right by to my clothing pile. "Shall I check yours? Can you check mine?"

I'd never paid much attention to clothes before, let alone girls' clothes. But now I had to carefully inspect every stitch, every seam. Her shorts, her shirt, her panties, her bra. Inside and out.

I was surprised by how plain and simple her panties were. I guess I'd always thought that girls' panties were silky and frilly, but these were just plain white cotton, not that different from my own. Skinnier though. It was hard to believe they would cover anything at all.

Her bra was simple too, soft and cottony, not at all like the severe harnesses I'd always pictured. Her bra and her panties were just underwear, I realized. The comfy clothes she wore closest to her body.

I emptied the pockets of her shorts. Car keys, wallet, pocket knife. I opened her wallet to make sure there were no ticks hiding inside. That's what the folds of her vagina were like the different little pockets of her wallet. I probed them gently. Fifteen dollars in cash, her driver's license, her health plan card.

Almost hidden in the innermost pocket was a photograph: a younger Heidi with her parents and 3 older brothers, outside on a sunny Spring day, laughing happily about some merriment taking place just off frame. Heidi was a bit ganglier, but just as earnest, just as pretty, just as full of confident expectation. It was in some ways the most intimate view of her I'd had yet. It made me feel as if I'd known her my whole life.

I ended up finding one tick in Heidi's shorts, and she found two in my pants leg. We smiled shyly and exchanged the items we were holding; my tee shirt for her bra. She didn't put it on, but she slowly brought her arm up to cover her chest. She slowly lowered her other arm to cover her patch of fuzz. She did it demurely, not as if she were trying to hide anything but just in a sort of muted acknowledgement that our excuse for being naked was drawing to a close.

I took it for granted that she must know the rules about boys and girls being naked together, better than I did. So I followed her lead and tried to nonchalantly clasp my hands together in front of my cock. It was a bit awkward, though, since I had to clasp them so far out in front. Heidi looked at the bra. She didn't seem at all enthusiastic about having to get dressed again.

But then I thought of something. "If we're going to ford the stream, shouldn't we wait to put our clothes, on until we get to the other side?"

She had to agree that it made sense. Otherwise our clothes would get all wet. But that meant that we would have to stay naked a while longer. Apparently the field manual wasn't altogether clear about mixed nudity in non-emergency situations. So we stood there, a bit awkwardly, covering ourselves with our hands, staring at the ground, not exactly sure what to do next.

We'd been thrown together as partners that morning; pretty much just by the luck of the draw. But now it felt like we knew each other more intimately than we knew anyone else on earth.

"I suppose you've seen a lot of guys naked," I said, trying to cut the awkwardness just a bit.

She gave a little self-conscious laugh. "Hundreds," she said. Then she blushed. "Not really."

"How many really?"

"Counting today? One."

"But, you seemed to know your way around pretty well."

Her blush deepened. "I was just checking for ticks."

I had to believe she was telling the truth. I really had thought she'd known her way around. But I guess she'd just been faking it, the way I had.

"I kind of wished I had a topographic map," I said.

"I know." She scuffed the sand with her toe. "They should have a hike where we get to orienteer each other."

She was making a little joke, but it was a pretty risqué one. There was nothing to stop us from doing just what she was suggesting. My dick twitched, right there behind my hands.

"'Proceed south twenty finger paces,'" I quoted from the imaginary instruction list.

She caught on right away. "Find your way through the great mangrove forest."

"Identify these two breathtaking landmarks: the Grand Canyon del Norte, the Grand Canyon del Sur.'"

"Be aware that the elevations of certain features can change without warning."

I'd never joked around with a girl like this before. So raunchy, So mutually. So nakedly.

"Do you want to," my heart was pounding, "keep on exploring a bit?" I asked.

It took her a second to realize what it was I was actually suggesting. Her voice quivered between hesitation and excitement. "Okay."

I let my hands drift slowly back to my sides.

She let her hands drift slowly back too.

We looked at each other, not as first-aid givers, but as the boy and girl who'd met in the parking lot, who'd chatted along the trail. The boy who wished he'd had the opportunity to ask her to the prom. The girl who might very well have said yes.

She was beautiful: her shock of golden braided hair; her bashful, freckled smile; her skinny, girlish arms; her earnest, forthright breasts; her fashion-model waist with its fashion-model belly button; the breathtaking curve of her hips and thighs; her shy, fuzzy mangrove triangle. Friendly, pretty, outgoing, companionable, and, at the same time, naked, alluring, fully a woman.

She was taking a closer stock of me, as well. Shy, tall, slender, somewhat of a nerd, that couldn't be denied. But neither could the fact that just like she was fully a woman, I was fully a man.

Her gaze fixed on my erection. "It got so big," she said. "Can I, touch it?"

I stepped in, so I was within her reach. Touching is what orienteering is all about.

She touched it reverently, on the shaft and then on the head. "It's so hard, and so soft at the same time."

"I didn't mean to poke you with it," I blushed. "It kind of has a mind of its own."

She put her hand around it, just barely grazing its circumference. "Did you ever, put it in a girl's vagina?"

"No!" I said, kind of surprised at how shocked I sounded.

"I just didn't think it would be so big." She glided her hand softly up to the mushroom cap. "The sperm and the pee both come out from the same hole, right? How do you switch between one and the other?"

I'd never really thought about it. "It's just automatic, I guess. I just pee and pee comes out."

"And how do you make the sperm come out?"

"It just comes out on its own. Some forms of touching can eventually induce it. When it's ready to come it just comes."

She was still holding my dick in her hand. She looked up at me to make sure she understood what I was saying. Then she reached with her other hand to gently touch my balls. "And this is where the sperm comes from, right? Your testicles?"

"My balls, yeah. I'm pretty sure that's where it comes from." Even just an hour ago the subject of human reproduction would have been of only mild academic interest to me. But now I was finding it a very compelling topic.

She fondled my balls, pensively. "I’m really enthralled by your anatomy . It's so weird that this sack is just hanging here, on the outside."

"I know. Not like you. Everything of yours is so neatly tucked away."

"My boobies aren't exactly tucked away."

"Everything else, though." She let go of my dick and balls, and they were missing her touch.

"I guess," she said. "Although it doesn't feel that way when you're wearing a skirt. It's like, Hey, guys. Guess what I've got under here." She swished her hips in a provocative way. Then she covered herself with one hand and wagged the finger of the other. "'Oh, no no no! Mustn't peek.'"

I crouched down to take a peek anyway. She took a step backwards and sat on the trunk, keeping her legs demurely together, knees touching, very ladylike. She smiled in a coquettish way.

"Hey, girl. What have you got under there?" I put my hands on her knees and urged them open just a crack. She relented and I opened them wider. There was her bushy gash. There were her exotic pink petals.

"You're the first guy who's ever seen me down there,"

"I never thought it would be anything like this." I admitted.

"What did you think?" She wondered aloud.

"More like just a hole, like your," I tried to remember the proper term "your anus. I wondered how guys would be able to know for sure which was which."

"They figure it out, I guess." Then she reached down and touched herself toward the lower part of the gash. "This is where the hole part is, down here."

I could sort of see how it would work. "That's where a guy would,"

"Um-hmm."

I touched her there myself. Ever so gently, using my finger and thumb to gently separate her fleshy petals. It was indeed an entrance, a mysterious one, but at least now I knew where to look.

I traced my fingers gently around the full circuit of her petals. She fidgeted slightly. "I’m enthralled by your anatomy. Very much! And what's all this for?" I asked, hoping she wasn’t aware of my throbbing purple cock.

"Decoration," she said.

I looked up from my crouch. But my eyes only got as far as her breasts. They were hovering now right in front of my face. I'd always pictured a girl's breasts as hanging down under their own weight so that there would be something for the bra to lift up. But hers didn't hang at all. They arose so gently and so sweetly that you couldn't really say where they started.

"They're not as big as some girls'," she said.

"They're perfect. They're beautiful." Her nipples were perfect too, puffed little buds, like juice-plump raspberries. I had actually seen a breast before, when my aunt had nursed my little cousin. And Heidi's breasts reminded me of that.

"If somebody sucked them, would milk come out?"

She started to reply, but then, instead, she turned her torso and leaned toward me, just enough to present one of her breasts to me. I leaned closer and put my mouth to its soft roundness. I pursed my lips around the nipple. It was soft but rigid at the same time. The perfect size and texture for sucking, for licking. I remembered how intently my little cousin had sucked away. Heidi drew in her breath. Her hand gently reached around my head and held me there. Her breathing was obvious. But she quickly regained her self-awareness and didn’t allow herself to give in to these urges; yet.

I backed off, afraid I'd hurt her. Her eyes were closed. She opened them dreamily and then blushed when she saw me looking.

"I could feel it, all the way down to my toes," she said, shyly. Then she shyly offered me her other breast, closing her eyes again in anticipation. I put my mouth to it and found the nipple and kissed it and licked it and sucked it. No milk, but satisfying nonetheless. It continued a bit longer; then she removed her hand from behind my head.

I stood slowly up. She opened her eyes. She took my arms and drew me down beside her on the trunk. She bent over and put her mouth to my nipple. It had never even occurred to me that there was anything there worth sucking, but she found it, and licked it, and teased it with her teeth. It tickled in a way. And I felt the soft whispers of a tender feeling that I thought I remembered from long, long ago.

"You felt it too," she said, in a hushed, solemn tone.

I didn't deny it.

"It feels like, the start of something. But I think your body response was far more intense. It does feel like;"

The answer popped into my head. "The start of sex."

"Yeah," she realized, still solemn, still hushed.

We straightened ourselves up. We tried to resume our roles as hiking partners taking a little rest on a big old fallen log; along the trail. But it wasn't much use. We were naked. Our shoulders were touching. Our thighs were touching.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" she asked. "You can kiss me if you want. Her platonic tone now had a tinge of passion."

She pursed her lips into a soft bull's eye. I pursed mine too and touched them to hers. Was that a kiss?

We tried again. This time instead of just touching her lips I gently caressed them, the way I'd kissed her nipple. I tasted them with my tongue. I gently put my nearest arm behind her head, to hold her steady. Her lips were softer this time, more luscious. She began caressing my lips back. It was like we were a blind boy and a blind girl trying to see each other, using our lips. She moved her near arm up and ran her fingers along the back of my head, My other hand seemed to find it’s way to her chest, fondling each of her young tits.

She tasted me too. We let our tongues meet. Shyly at first, and then more brashly they touched and caressed and shared their secret wetness.

We pulled apart. Her expression was misty and out of focus, just the way I felt too. She trailed her other hand down my arm, over my knee. She slid off the trunk and crouched down on the ground.

"Come on," she whispered in a somewhat hungry tone.

She knelt down on the soft, sandy area. Then spread her shirt out, finally laying on her back, with her head on the shirt. She was facing me.She spread her legs and bent her knees up, just enough to make a cozy spot for me. Her pretty bare feet, her smooth white thighs funneled my attention right up to the fuzzy heart of her lap, right up to the rosy petals of her femininity.

I saw it all so clearly. This was an open invitation for sex. This was how sex would happen, even to someone like me. There would be a woman, a woman wanting me, and she would lie down, and just like that all the seeming impossibilities of meeting her in the first place, of overcoming our mutual bashfulness, of knowing the what, and the where, and the how, would be resolved in plausible, almost inevitable ways.

I knelt down into the space she'd made for me, between her knees. Her cunt was in full blossom, spread wide and glistening. I saw just where my penis would go. I leaned on both arms, each one planted in the sand, just under her armpits. Looking intently into her lusty eyes for a moment. She smiled warmly, then raised her eyebrows in a nonverbal pleading for me to fill her. I looked down to see my cock’s tip hovering just an inch above her sopping wet cunt. I lowered my body to her spread. My cock descended and touched her there with it, nestling its proud, flushed purple head right up against her mysterious opening. She kissed it with her rosy petals. I looked up into her eyes.. Her freckled face was wracked with the same conflicting emotions that I was feeling too. I lowered myself down over her, hoisting my hips just enough to bring my stiffness safely away from her opening, leaving it to fend for itself amidst the fuzz of her mangrove forest.

I settled down onto my elbows, embracing her naked torso, in its entirety. She put her arms around my neck. She clasped my outer thighs tightly with her inner thighs. I rubbed my chest against hers to better feel the nubbiness of her nipples. She pulled down more of my weight upon herself. I rocked my hips against hers to better feel her fuzziness. She rocked me back, kissing me with her lap as well as her lips.

The tender feeling washed over me again, more beckoning this time, more insistent. There was something timeless about it, something familiar, something, I suddenly realized what it was. Without warning, her legs raised up, and her calves wrapped around my upper thighs. My pelvis was slammed down as my cock impaled the depths of her virgin cunt. She suppressed a grunt as our pelvises rubbed together. My cock was tingling in her hot depths. Her arms wrapped around my back, pressing her tits to my chest. She tensed, her breathing was rapid. Her cunt throbbed, then her thighs spasmed a bit. Finally, she let out a deep sigh. Her legs relaxed. I lifted myself away, but before I could descend again, my proud, stiff penis, fed up with being so ignored, erupted there between us, spurting its gallons of sticky goo up between our bellies. I tried again to lift myself away from her arms’ tight embrace, but instead I shot another load. And then I shot another.

Heidi was breathing heavily. She hadn't relaxed her embrace, even now, goo coated as she was. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. This must have been her first sexual experience, and I'd made her waste it on me.

But she kissed my cheek, sweetly, affectionately, and pulled me closer. As if to say that ‘yes’, this was her first sexual experience, and she was giving herself to it fully, and so should I.

I was embarrassed that my jizz was smeared over her lower torso. But she reveled in the anointing. Her womanliness was now affirmed by the creamy evidence.

After about five minutes, we got up and bathed in the cold shallow stream. We gathered our stuff and waded over to the far side, then sat on another fallen tree trunk to allow ourselves to dry off in the sun, and enjoy our packed lunches. Heidi was intrigued to see that my penis had shrunk down again, and I felt pretty man-of-the-worldly, that it stayed that way even when she touched it. Finally we were dry enough that we got our clothes out of the backpacks.

And beyond that, we'd proven ourselves off trail as well. We'd whacked bush, we'd interpolated contour, we'd forded a stream, we'd performed mutual field tick-ectomy.

And beyond even that, Heidi pointed out that orienteering hikes are supposed to have checkpoints along the way where hikers get their instruction lists stamped to document their progress. She proposed that we ought to document our progress too. So, instead of putting on her panties, she handed them to me.

"You can hang them next to your Science Fair trophy," she teased. I stuffed them down into the very bottom of my backpack, just imagining what my nosey mother would say.

I hesitated to offer Heidi my old, raggedy underpants, but she didn't seem to mind. She held them up and grinned. "I think I'll start a scrapbook collection. You know; sorta like the one I did in 3rd grade, where I collected leaves of various types." She winked at me; “What other designs might I discover, given the opportunity?”
“Would you like me to start my own scrapbook too?” I asked.

“Oh, I see,” She acknowledged; “I wouldn’t want you showing your buddies my undies. That’s a gift I want only you to appreciate.”
“Thank you,” I said. “And believe me. I will never forget the gift we shared, today, Heidi. Never.”

We finally got around to putting our shirts on. It felt kind of unnatural, though, kind of sad, after being naked for so long. Heidi didn't bother to put her bra on. I don't think she was used to going without it. She kept twisting her shoulders and her chest subtly to feel the fabric rub against her nipples. And she kept giving herself, and me, little surreptitious glances to try to gauge how conspicuous she was. You could definitely see a little contouring in her polo shirt right at the peaks of her breasts. She didn't try to hide it.

We weren't in any hurry to finish dressing. We checked our shoes and socks again. And then we fiddled with our backpacks. And then Heidi noticed a pretty wildflower, a white one, and I picked it for her and put it in her hair. She danced a little grass-skirt-less, split-bottom hula, and I kissed her on the cheek, my dick bobbing around the whole time as free and easy as a rattlesnake on vacation. And then we consulted the map again to finalize our route.

We heard a fella in the distance, yelling to someone. That jolted us from our post-coital bliss, and we finished dressing ourselves in 30 seconds flat.

And only then, finally, reluctantly, wistfully, Heidi put on her shorts, and I put on my jeans, and we headed off across the rocky terrain.

Later that afternoon, back in the parking lot, Heidi and I were leaning back against the trunk of her car, savoring our accomplishment. We'd successfully completed the orienteering circuit, visiting every checkpoint, siting every bearing, reckoning every traverse. (Well, mostly. As far as we could tell.)

"I am a little nervous, I suppose," Heidi said; "Being away from home and all. And I'm sure that college will be a lot harder than high school.

"But I'm ready. Actually, I'm looking forward to being on my own. My mom and I, well, we've been having some issues lately. It will be good for both of us to have a little break. I need more independence and she needs to get used to that."

She was twisting her chest gently as we walked along. My balls were gently swinging along the seam of my pants.

“I love how you look in your polo shirt. It fits you nicely. Better than it did when the hike started,” I winked.

Heidi beamed. “Yeah, I feel daring. I feel like I’m doing what I want to, not what everyone wants me to conform to. Sometimes, in high school, I couldn't tell if I was really being myself, or if I was only being the person that everybody expected me to be. You know what I mean? You walk into a room and everybody there just assumes that they already know exactly what you're going to say, what you're going to do."

"Well," I said, "I didn't. You walked into this room today" I spread my arm to indicate the trail, the green hills, the fluffy clouds "and everybody here was enchanted to make your acquaintance."

She smiled, self-consciously, and took a graceful swishing step, the kind an actress might take during an ovation. Earnest, pretty, full of confident expectation. Then she said; “You were different. We met today with a blank slate. You didn’t try to conform me to what I used to be. I love how it turned out. Are you okay with how our adventure went?”

That's when I had my other great realization of the summer. Making space for a new kind of socializing. I wasn’t going to suppress natural desires, just because I wasn’t familiar with how I was supposed to act. Even if there hadn't been in my past, there were going to be in my future; things that I would really, really care about. And I didn't have to just sit in my room and wait for them to happen.

It was getting time to go. We were still leaning back against the trunk of her car. She still had the wildflower in her hair.

"Hey," I said.

She turned her head and arched her brow.

"Want to go catch a movie tonight?"

She considered for a moment. "What's playing?"

"I have no idea. But I’m hoping a certain pretty girl will be there."

She grinned. "Sure. I'd love to."

I grinned too. Like a third grader. Like a third grader with a popsicle. Like a third grader with a popsicle who's just won a sheaf of prize tickets at the party arcade.

"What?" she laughed.

I got up and stood in front of her, as close as I could get, straddling her shins, hands around her hips.

She arched her brow with an expectant smile.

"Hey," I said, softly.

She was listening.

"Have you ever kissed a guy with your clothes on?"

By HectorBidon for Literotica.

Based on a work By glory_first. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The weather had been glorious in Eastern Tennessee for the last couple of weeks, making a mid-week August visit to the lake earlier in the morning warmly enjoyable, especially in combination with the likelihood of no one else being around as we enjoyed ourselves naked in the water and on the shore. I’m a fire fighter, so I work in 72 hour shifts, followed by 72 hours off. My wife, Cammy and I are naturalists and members of the Miller’s Cove club, but she works a typical 9 to 5 job, so she can’t join us this week day.

Kathy, our bi-curious friend, & Diana, her new girlfriend were today’s threesome.  Yesterday we were preparing to leave the lake at the end of another wonderfully hot day. Kathy has been swimming here for two decades at this point, and I'm quite sure that the previous time we fucked was not the only time she had so enjoyed herself in this naturalists’ sanctuary. Especially as I had fingered her a couple times before and after that perfect July day in the middle of the lake, fucking in the water.

Agreeing to meet early the next morning, the traditional gin and tonic supplies were left to me to handle. The gin, glasses, non-melting ice cubes and cool packs stored in a subzero freezer overnight, with limes and a couple of plastic bottles of tonic water in the refrigerator.

The sign along the road read; ‘Miller’s Cove Pecan Orchard.’ But the drive through the mature trees leads to a gently sloping terrain, and a blueberry patch. The Miller family no longer lives on the orchard, but they formed a naturalists club 22 years ago. Arriving at almost the same time, we quickly unpacked, distributing the supplies to carry, and I put my helmet and jacket in the bike's bags. We walked about 50 yards along the sloping path, with Pecan trees to our left and blueberry bushes to our left & right. We continued into essential middle of the nudist area, this favored summer spot, a nice mix of sun and shade, with a fairly narrow but well maintained entrance to the water, with a broad sloping cove opening up to the rest of the lake. The spot could easily hold a few dozen people, with basic privacy.

The ground was untypically dry as we spread out our quilts, a welcome indication of the sort of summer day we had before us, full of warm sun and cool water. We undressed quickly, wearing minimal clothes as we were. Diana was wearing a clinging cotton top with thin straps, sunglasses, loose hair, a pair of jeans, cotton sneakers, with simple comfortable black cotton panties.

Kathy was wearing a fairly short skirt and a fairly thin, half unbuttoned top, without sleeves. We do have slightly different styles when undressing, as I generally take off my pants, then my shirt. In contrast, both Diane and Kathy generally take off their tops first, something I always appreciate, as a braless woman in jeans or skirt is extremely attractive. Watching an unembarrassed woman take off her top right next to me is delightful, as I find natural breasts udderly wonderful.

Having two topless friends next to me as we undressed, allowed me another opportunity to appreciate the differences between the two. Kathy's tits are heavy pendulous, and full, with large nipples extending up out from the apex of her ‘ski-jump’ terrain. Her nipples she loves having touched and nibbled, along with being squeezed, sucked hard, or rubbed and held as she is fucked ‘doggy-style.’ As she would gladly admit, or demonstrate, there is a fairly direct connection between her nipples and her erotic center, one she is quite proud of.

Kathy, in her later thirties, remains very proud of her breasts, which are often braless when she is being casual. Or shown off when she isn't being casual. Her creativity at showing them off is a well-developed art, something else she likes to be appreciated by others, at least in the proper contexts. It isn't quite about sex, as it is sexuality, and is something she knows will be different in the future, as she has more than occasionally remarked on, noting changes over the years.

Facing me, she unbuttoned and took off her thin shirt, then gave me a tiny grin, followed by turning a bit and grinning even more broadly to Diane, forming our semi-circle, facing the cove. So in a sense, we were all screening each other from any casual gawkers while being able to see how empty the lake shore in this stretch truly was.

I was already nude, and Diane had just about finished stepping out of her panties. Her hand was on my shoulder, head turned towards Kathy, who said; “Ben, remember last Friday?” then flounced her skirt quite teasingly. Her hands went to the top button, opening it, then she turned sideways to me, her gorgeous breasts hanging as she bent a bit more, and undid the next button. Her skirt was now loose enough for her to pull it up a bit up her torso, revealing pink and white panties around the bottom of her ass.

“No, those aren't,” I began.

She grinned, answering; “Yes they are!”

 I looked briefly at Diane, almost chuckling, and back at Kathy, stepping out of her skirt, then did a slow full turn, providing a complete view of her well-worn ‘Hello Kitty’ panties. The same panties she had mentioned owning, while eating dinner at our naturalist sanctuary house with my wife and me. Kathy and Diane had come over to do a bit of nude backyard grilling & hot tub relaxation. We got in a discussion talking about ‘Hello Kitty’ vibrators and how that brand had changed over the years.

Kathy has a firm insistence that toys have no place in sex, at least with her. Pretty much the same thing she had remarked a dozen years ago, after agreeing to test my wife’s vibrator for a night. When she handed it back to me, she said she came several times, but really, she wanted fucking or sucking when cumming. “Another person is what keeps sex from being masturbation.” Self-pleasure is something she considers inferior and vaguely shameful. Masturbation is a subject to be avoided, in her eyes; though in the years since, getting off chatting online is something she finds worth her time.

In the present, I couldn't help laughing as she shook her ass a couple of times while pulling her panties down. Then she reached out to use Diane as a support as she lifted each foot in turn to finish undressing. I quickly put suntan lotion on myself while the better tanned pair dealt with their raft, a fairly large, somewhat tilted platform with space for three people. I had brought my own raft, the same one I have used for years. One reason to have it is to ensure that certain smoking supplies remained safe while paddling out to the middle of the lake.

We reached the middle fairly quickly, the deep lake water was wonderfully warm on its surface, but quite cool just a few feet deeper. This was only my second time getting stoned with Diane, in a nature setting, again pretty much alone. The first time had been picking cherries in the town orchard, something she had never done before, though she grew up in this region. The cherries were delicious, the trees bursting with them, a truly extraordinary harvest after an exceptionally warm and dry spring.

Today at the lake, the conditions were enticing. Our nude bodies enjoyed the sun's warmth, rocking gently over the barely noticeable waves. I was lying on my raft sideways, which was lengthwise against the larger raft Kathy and Diane shared. Lazily kicking my feet in breaststroke fashion, the motion kept us moving slowly back to shore. And also kept a tantalizing flow of cool water streaming against my swelling cock, a normal side effect of smoking and swimming, particularly with a couple of naked women in front of me.

Diane, in her mid-twenties, is almost half my age. Kathy was at the other end of the white inflated raft platform. I would often lift my head to see our progress across the dancing jeweled water, also taking in the very nearby view of her petite body, quite different from Kathy's lushly tall form. Diane's breasts are quite small, though decidedly elevated & on the perky side, with fairly small nipples surrounding the well-rounded peaks of her breasts. Both Kathy and my wife Cammy, have more pendulous breasts. Kathy is almost as tall as me, while Diane is somewhat shorter than Cammy.

Unlike Kathy, whose body I am very familiar with, Diane's is still somewhat unknown. Her devotion to Kathy is apparent, shown by the physically quite obvious attachment to touching and caressing it. An attachment which became obvious again, as Kathy rolled over a bit, letting her left hand begin to trail over Diane's body. She grinned a bit, her body relaxing as her lover began to stroke it gently.

Neither of them are exactly exhibitionists, though neither is shy. We all definitely get turned on by getting stoned, and as Diane’s leg slid over began to rub along my back; it was pretty clear that Diane had decided to enjoy such an opportunity, nude and private in the middle of empty lake. Little was restraining the pair from their increasingly-affectionate intimate contact. I didn't really watch, though it was not exactly hidden that both of them were enjoying being next to each other, while also experiencing the dazzling sunlight on the water, from an endlessly blue sky.

The sun was hot against our well-tanned exposed skin. Kathy and I have known each other for more than 15 years, but this was a different element, if not exactly a surprise. Seeing her with a woman lover was different, especially in light of Diane's own undeniable sexiness. Kathy has never been shy about her ability to love a person without regard to gender, Diane being yet more ample proof of that reality.

Kathy and I have talked about sex quite often on the phone. We were both enjoying ourselves when she first revealed her bisexuality. My wife had been upstairs reading in bed during the entire conversation about her favorite lady-loving experiences. When we said goodnight and hung up, my cock was rigid. It didn't take long to spread my wife's legs and drive deep into her cunt before starting to explain what was turning me on so much. 'Kathy is, uh, fucking, Kathy fucks, Kathy fucks' and I started cumming with one of the more intense orgasms of my life when I said 'Kathy fucks with other women,' thrusting my cock into my wife's wet cunt. The revealing words echoing in my mind as my cum pumped so fully into her sexy tightness, her hands at my ass pulling me as her bushy pubis ground against mine, forcing my cock to move at its base, surrounded in her wet perfection as I came talking about another woman.

Their raft gently rocked as they drifted further out into the middle. They rolled closer to each other, hugging, beginning to kiss. First almost teasingly, though the intensity quickly grew. Even with my cock tingling in audio temptation, I pretty much tried to leave them some space to themselves. The view of them entwined was quite enticing. The kissing deepened, as their hands found various places to play, between their pressed bodies and between their accessible legs.

After a passionate crescendo, they separating themselves a bit. We rejoined the two rafts & enjoyed some nice organic smoke. Its effects filled us with a familiar sense of horniness, especially with other naked people around. Kathy, Diane, & I are certifiable sluts when we get stoned. However, with the breeze picking up a bit, it was no longer possible for me to do more than keep us somewhat in place. Their raft presented a fairly large amount of surface area for the wind to act upon.

Mentioning this, I started kicking slowly to reduce the gentle drift, losing ground in the widely spaced rise and falls of moving air. Diane went over the side like a sexy otter, her small breasts enhancing the attraction of her body uncurling into the water. She frolicked in the cool wetness for a bit. Kathy watched from the edge, head on her crossed arms, while I split my attention between both of them. Diane moved closer, grabbed another section of the rope, and started to swim.

Kathy rolled over into the water and we settled into a swim rhythm, moving the raft briskly. Her full breasts poked above the water surface as she swam toward shore, sharing a certain familiarity as the raft began moving against the wind. My cock was still hard in the flowing water, turning to look at Diane's naked body in the green tinged water. Diane, her nipples more pointed now than when she first slipped into the water, was looking at Kathy's face. The weed’s fresh buzz elevated our serenity while affirming our horniness. Kathy is very easily aroused, her nipples in particular being a favored destination for foreplay.

As the breeze died, and we neared shore, Diane and I just floated, our legs drifting together in the water, extended against each's warm skin. It shared a mutual arousal of contact with a living naked person. And one of the most sensuous sensations I know, especially in deeper water, was just floating while buzzed.

After approaching the shore, Diane & Kathy scrambled back on the big raft, breasts glistening as their hands began to run over each other’s body, slippery as water spread over her oiled back, Diane rubbing her ass over Kathy's. I slowly pushed us towards the tiny cove, Diane's body was drying in the warm sunny air, though the source of our growing heat was not merely the weather.

Firmly nudging the raft into the shallow sandy waters, the two women went in front of me, stepping onto the two foot bank separating the water's edge from firm land. They settled on the spread quilt, waiting patiently for me to make some gin and tonics, a perfect drink in such conditions.

Preparing the gin and tonics is a fairly simple process. One removes the glasses quickly from the cooler, followed by ice cubes, then limes, and the ice cold gin, pouring the proper amount into the now well frosted glasses, promptly returning the gin to the cooler. The lime is excised with an X pattern, carefully squeezed into each glass. Followed by pouring in the tonic water, and stirring the mixture using the knife that had cut the lime.

When the air is already in the nineties around 10am, this is the perfect liquid accompaniment to handle the heat, though it does generate a bit of its own heat in other parts of the body, especially after a naked shared joint.

Kathy, particularly, loves drinking gin and tonics, especially when sex is in the air on a cloudless summer morning. She finished her first one quickly. Diane and I drank ours more slowly, savoring the mixture of flavors blending into a perfect liquid whole. Wet yet also crisp, a few degrees above freezing. After finishing her glass, Kathy began giggling about how we should go back out, especially since no one was around. It wasn't quite clear whether this was a specific or general request, not that Diane or I cared much, as we began to mutually explore the possibly delicate boundaries of Kathy's wide ranging sexual tastes.

I certainly had no interest in intruding in their blossoming relationship, though I also knew that Diane had been previously involved in a male/female/female threesome, according to Kathy.

Diane's relationship also involved sado and masochistic fetishes, at some level. It’s a general subject which does not interest me particularly. Well, except for tying up one’s lover, which is a standalone idea in my mind. I conceded that tying is a gateway to S & M, certainly drifting into that broad area of control and pleasure through power or helplessness.

Balancing her glass on the grass, Kathy told Diane to lay down, since another coating of suntan lotion was important to reduce the sun's less pleasant effects. I began to lotion myself at the same time, including discretely making sure my cock and ass were more than adequately covered in initially slippery protection. Sunburns are something that happen far too often to me, but at least related to these areas, my experience is still zero. Unlike my wife, Cammy, who spent a decade getting used to going topless. After sunburning her nipples the first time she exposed them, She obsesses about SPF issues.

After Kathy finished, I asked her to handle my back, something she did pretty sloppily. Obviously, her attention was drifting, though I didn't turn my head to see if Diane was the direct cause or not. Kathy is submissively oriented to men, but markedly dominating with women, having a slave to play with your naked body under the summer sun is likely something Kathy would appreciate, and Diane would likely do. But Kathy may be having some inner conflicts about how to act in a threesome with a man & woman.

Now well-lotioned, we stretched out, basting a bit, until another person entered our somewhat discrete space, a buxom middle-age woman. I knew her name was Meg. She’s a persona friend of the Miller family, and a charter member of the Cove Club. She often brings a raft, and enjoys spending time floating it, much like I do. As we all casually watched, Meg pulled off her loose cotton dress, unashamed about the fact she wasn't wearing any underwear, allowing her to be comfortably naked without complications.

This remains a noticeable trait, at least among the nudists at this lake, definitely including myself. No reason to wear more than the minimum, Kathy will also come to the cove wearing nothing but a dress, as has Diane and my wife. Such times remain a bit of a turn-on, even when sex is simply not plausible. The club has rules about sexual conduct when other uninvolved club members are present. Just knowing that a woman is intimately uncovered is nice. Most of the women I've known who do it, also enjoy its effect on their sense of sexuality, especially with light and swirling skirts.

Diane having finished her drink, my two companions were now beaded with sweat, a deliciously erotic sight. Standing, the contrast in sizes and shapes was delightful, as they shared a quick kiss before returning to the water. They went out until about hip deep. Meg, the now-naked older woman spread out her towel in a standard spot at a respectful distance from our party. Then added a bit more air pressure to her raft before heading out onto the glittering water, giving me more excuse to look out at the lake as Kathy and Diane began to turn each other on.

Kathy & Diane were hugging and kissing, first one then the other leaning back against holding arms, slowly moving into deeper water. What remained clear enough to see through, their motions had become more sinuous than active. Their movement was growing increasingly intense, especially when they began to rub chest to chest, Kathy's hand holding and spreading Diane's ass.

My cock stirred as it became obvious the two ladies were feeling each other up outdoors, enjoying a perfect summer day in nature, indulging themselves at a primal level. It’s a level Kathy and I both shared in the past, but that the younger Diane seemed to be enjoying for the first time, in a swirl of gin, weed, nudity, and lust. Diane was doing most of the moving as they kissed. The was reason becoming clear when Kathy shifted her position a bit.

Diane was rubbing her cunt against Kathy's upper thigh; gasping a bit when Kathy's teeth began to nibble at her earlobe. A long sigh arose when Kathy's spread hand slid over her ass, and into her crack. By this point, it was Kathy determining the rhythm, making Diane willingly helpless in her arms, adding her own slinky motion side to side.

Meg, the older buxom woman, returned to shore, paddling lazily, trying to be somewhat discrete as she looked at them while going past. As she stepped on the shore, her raft next to theirs, Kathy and Diane slowly grew apart, and I sat up, getting ready to make our second round of gin and tonics in the rising heat of the day, the sun rose higher in the sky.

As the buxom neighbor approached her towel, I asked; “Meg, would you want a gin and tonic?” She smiled a bit, said; “Sure, Ben.” Over the years, I have learned how her breasts bounce when she walks, how her nipples look when stimulated, and wondered at how her nipples remain so pink. She is easily 1 to 20 years older than me, but her essential blondeness seems real, even if her cunt is always shaved smooth. She carries extra pounds, but mostly on her tits and ass.

My two companions followed her in, grabbing towels to dry off, their skin glistening in the sun, both of them aroused, but patient. We all chatted a bit, my attention was split between three lovely naked women.

Having only three glasses, it made sense to offer the new visitor mine, after making Kathy and Diane their glasses first. I added extra gin, lime, and water to Kathy's, filling her glass essentially to its rim before she bent down to sip a bit. My hand moved to offer the glass to her spreading lips. Her breasts swayed a bit, and I could see how Diane was looking at them too. Kathy lifted herself a bit on her legs, providing a perfect view of her spread labia. Kathy is blessed with large and proud plump labia, the largest I have ever seen and touched, personally.

Making Diane's drink went quickly. I handed it to her, sitting next to the now essentially squatting Kathy. Diane’s own legs were spread, crossing her feet in front of her, giving me an unavoidable opportunity to look at her turned-on swollen cunt, the outer lips a bit dark, the inner lips darker, a bit crinkled. Kathy noticed me looking, but only grinned a bit as she sipped from her frosty glass, then sensuously kissed Diane.

Returning my attention to making the next gin and tonic, I smiled at the neighbor woman as I determinedly did not look at the pair near me. The sounds of kissing provided an idea of what they looked like. However, Meg’s attention seemed focused on the kissing couple. I saw a certain look of lust begin to appear on her face. It wasn't surprising in itself, as I was also starting to get a bit hard. But it was the first time I had saw a woman getting turned on watching two other naked women playing with each other. Admittedly, this was also my first time, and I was fairly certain my face looked much the same as her’s did.

I shifted a bit, moving forward, offering Meg the drink with my left hand as Kathy murmured that maybe it was time to get lotioned before returning to the water. Diane went prone & stretched out, and Kathy quickly covered her back and shoulders. Her hands straying down to her small breasts, making Diane get up on her knees a bit as Kathy's hands slid over her nipples. Kathy then did her own face and arms before laying down, letting Diane spread suntan lotion over her back and ass, hands sliding over Kathy's spread thighs.

Diane also did her own face and arms, as Kathy sat up, positioning herself in front of Diane. The pair began to take care of their fronts and legs, while I took a sip of Kathy's almost finished gin and tonic, Diane's having been emptied fairly quickly. The older woman noticed this, remarking that I was welcome to share hers, along with a compliment of how perfectly it tasted on such an August day.

Diane and Kathy rose, giggling a bit as they returned to the water. Their hands strayed over each other's oiled ass cheeks. After taking a couple of steps into the water, they turned to each other, clasped hands, and began kissing.

Offered the two thirds empty glass, I remarked that it would be simple to refresh it, if she wished to drink some more. Her head still turned towards the water, she distractedly said 'sure' again, prompting me to focus my attention on making another fresh drink, knowing that any later ones would not be as nearly chilled. The brisk chill is a major part of the pleasure of a good gin and tonic in the intense heat.

Between pouring, slicing, and squeezing, I glanced at her. Meg was sitting with her legs at an angle to the shoreline, sweating a bit in the sun. A another female scent was beginning to perfume the air, one that drew my attention to her. My cock began to swell against my thigh. I shifted a bit before handing Meg the well-beaded glass, making her shift in turn, getting a bit closer.

Being done with drink making for now, I offered to lotion her back, something we have done occasionally for each other over the years. She is almost always by herself at the lake, and like me when alone, rarely talks much to anyone else. Spreading the white lotion over her shoulders, she asked about the pair in the water, who I know noticed had moved out further, pressing tightly, breasts rubbing, Diane's hand clearly between Kathy's legs.

“Well, they're friends,” I managed to say before she laughed a bit.

 Meg replied, “Yeah, that’s pretty obvious.”

Kathy has been a regular bather here for 20 years. Meg helped the Millers build the social club, and comes every summer, even though she doesn’t know most of the newer ‘kids’. I was trying to explain Kathy's and Diane's relationship, when in fact a major part of it was currently completely public in front of us.

It seemed a bit amusing. Especially since Diane was obviously being finger-fucked by Kathy. Kathy's hand was moving at the center of Diane's spread legs. I heard “Could you, could you lotion me, everywhere?” Meg was pulling my attention back. Our glass was empty, the shoreline still empty except for us two. We were obviously getting turned on watching two women have sex in the water in front of us.

She turned a bit closer, while also spreading her legs in the direction of the water and resting back on her elbows. I knelt with my feet out past her hips, my legs bent, & squeezed some lotion onto my hands. I began working over her shoulders, sliding down her sides, moving between the already oiled and still to be oiled skin. I only slowly moving inwards towards her grand tetons. After her nipples became turgid in my distributing fingers, I started rubbing her stomach. She began to coo very quietly, slumping further back a bit, head lolling, giving a wonderful view of her breasts.

My hands moved down along her thighs, her knees slowly began bending. Her crotch slowly opened up, the closer my hands approached her pubic region. Soon, her warm skin began lightly touching my legs, her legs spreading as my oiled fingers began sliding downward over her smooth shaved pubic mound, and separating around her cunt lips. Looking out at the water, I saw the two naked women kissing passionately, arms reaching down in the water, hands clasping asses tightly, oblivious to everything except their own pleasure.

My cock was hard, and Meg’s deep breathing amplified as her back fully relaxed down on the quilt. The sounds of her awakening sexuality was incredible, well matching the feeling coming from my finger as it began to slide into her wet cunt. She hissed 'oh, fuck yes' as my other hand reached up to her near tit, pulling her nipple and rolling it in my fingers. My hands were sliding over both her upper & lower hardened spires. This was hardly the first nor fifteenth time I had finger-fucked a woman at the cove, but it was certainly the first time I had ever done it with others around.

Even if one of the others was the first woman I had finger-fucked here in the summer sun, beside my own wife.  I gave up all further pretense of distributing SPF lotions, and sat cross-legged, with hands on two of Meg’s very hard nubs. Our eyes were on the water nymphs.

Kathy is someone who definitely favors having her cunt filled, unlike most women in my experience, who much prefer having their clit played with. Meg had a big nubby clit. It now poked out beyond her hood. I was rubbing Meg’s big clit with my thumb as she fantasized of the naked lovers in front of us. Meg was beginning to moan in a way that never fails to make me hot. Her sexy words mixed themselves into the groans from the distant waters. Meg mumbled words like 'sexy' and 'women' and 'hot fucking.'

I was now deeply horny from what I was watching, and what I was feeling. Clearly I was experiencing a whole new level of titillation. 'Kathy, loves, women,' I panted to my buxom fellow nudist. Now I was even more amazed at how horny saying that made me. As Meg lifted herself on her hands and knees, her hand began holding my rigid and wanting shaft. I reclined as Meg straddled over my hips and pressing me down on my back. She then slid my cockhead back and forth against her wet cunt lips. As my cock slit began to move over her clit, words kept tumbling out of my mouth, “and, and Diana, loves fucking, fucking Kathy.”

My hands were now holding both her descending plump breasts, sliding over her erect long nipples, different both from Kathy's large and darkly brown areolae, and Diane's stiffened reddish points at the tips of her perky breasts.

Meg’s breasts were roughly the size of my wife's, though with pinkish nipples, something I had always before thought a sign of youth. She leaned her chest down against my hands, obviously enjoying the increased pressure over their surface, saying; “squeeze harder, squeeze, my hot, my tits,” as her hand positioned my cock at the entrance to her lovely sopping wet cunt. I truly enjoy such vulgar and passionate conversation. It’s a sign of minds participating as best they can in such a purely physical environment, naked and horny in nature, indulging in simple animal pleasure.

Birth control was not a concern, as she was easily older than me by perhaps 20 years. The feel of her cunt was overwhelmingly tempting as it began to slide down slowly. The reality that maybe four decades separated the youngest from the oldest here, was a real turn-on. I have never fucked a woman older than myself. I was being ridden cowgirl by a woman in her fifties. She was sensual as any woman I’ve ever been with. While her skin wasn’t as toned as Kathy’s, Meg was every bit as sensual, confident, and assertive.

She began to let her weight settle, her body pressed down against mine, her nipples rubbing against my moderately hairy chest. “Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah,” I grunted into her ear as my hands began to squeeze harder on her ass cheeks. Her nipples pressed against my chest hair, making her sigh as her labia reached the hairy base of my cock. She lifted herself and squatted again on the balls of her feet. I felt her left hand slide down to fondle my balls. Then I felt her finger loop around my shaft as she kept slowly rising, trailing upwards along my now wonderfully slick length.

Kathy and Diane were still entwined, a vision of female sexual satisfaction, though it seemed as if was now Diane who was getting her cunt played with, her lips were slack against Kathy's probing mouth. I felt a shuddering wave against my partly engulfed cockhead, and knew that Meg’s hand had found her clit.

“Yeah, oh yeah, play, Meg, play with, fuck me with your cunt,” streamed from my lips, intermingling with her own spoken thoughts.

Meg was breathing heavily, murmuring as she descended again; “Deeper, fuck me, oh gawd, you cunt lover, fuck deeper, fill me, hot fucking, Ben.”

She moved both hands back down, the wetness surrounding my rod perfect, feeling her canal tighten rhythmically. Knowing that she was cumming again, I knew that it couldn't last long.

Meg’s body tremored as she blurted; “Fuck yeah, cum, cum, you cock, yeah, cum  in my cunt, sexy fuck, fuck my cunt.”

The words had their desired effect on both of us, her cunt grinding against the base of my cock, squeezing as the approaching cum swelled my shaft to pump into her hot cunt.

Diane's yips merged perfectly with our own grunting and gasping as we came, compressed against each other. It was cock and cunt on public display, her tits now tight in my hands, flooded with a sensation of pure animal lust, as I was watching & hearing water nymphs get off, in the distance.

As the intensity ebbed, she began to kneel a bit. My still hard cock enjoying an opportunity to keep feeling the hot cum-filled cunt around it. When she slid back down, I moved my hands to her hips, then along her inner thighs, feeling her cunt clasp and relax. The sounds from the water had changed, drawing our attention to look again. My sex partner couldn’t resist her own tawdry curiosity any longer.  Meg rose and stepped across my torso twice, to reverse her body’s direction to ‘reverse cowgirl’. Then Meg descended again to mount my turgid cock; so she could also enjoy the aquatic sex show, herself.

Diane’s mouth was at Kathy's neck, and there was little question from how she was standing that Diane was finger fucking her at the same time. And no question that Kathy was watching us, still fucking; with mindless concentration. We saw Kathy begin to orgasm, her expression so hot, moans suppressed, just like the other times she had gotten off here.

I could feel Meg’s enthusiastic hand begin to play with her clit again. The new position gave her better access to her genitals, and more. The familiar shudders resumed quickly, followed by my own delight in feeling Meg cum again. Our mixed juices were now earnestly running down my balls as her other hand began to play with my sack. When her well-lubricated finger began touching my ass teasingly, she said something that sounded like; “Cum again, Ben,” making me moan. “Oh fuck yeah, yeah, like that' as her middle finger slid through my anal ring, then tickling my prostate from within me. The new sensation caught me by surprise. Meg’s prostate massage opened my load like a flood. The entire canal of Meg’s cunt was full of my spunk. My cock tingled as I grabbed two handfuls of Meg’s full asscheeks, clenching hard as I came, swelling deep inside her.

As our water nymphs finished their frolicking episode, Meg and I came out to cool off and refresh ourselves in the waters.  Meg was glowing with the contentment of a young bride in her honeymoon bliss. I had been schooled by a sage, a sex goddess. But she kept thanking me and reveling in my own sexual finesse. I asked if this was her first foray into public sex at the cove?

She laughed in a hardy billowing outburst for about a minute or more. Then she looked me in the eyes and said she couldn’t divulge her partners, as it violates her personal ethics; but added, “Perhaps you’d do well to assume everything you can sexually imagine, has occurred in this cove. And I have first-hand knowledge.”
Then her continence quickly changed and her eyes watered.

“Meg,” I said, “are you okay? Why do you look sad?”

“My husband passed away three years ago.” She finally answered.

 The two ladies had been coming over to join our conversation and heard Meg talk of her husband.

Meg went on; “He’s the reason I found the freedom of nudity. He helped me explore all of my sexuality. Although we fully enjoyed public nudity, we remained fully monogamous to the day he passed on.” She sniffled a bit then went on. ”When I lost him, I lost a lot of myself, for too long. Last year I started coming back, but I kept to myself, as you probably were quite aware of. Bud was my only love and my only sex partner, until today. You helped me overcome a huge challenge, today. You made it both fun, and fulfilling. I can now see myself as a sexual being, once again. Even with my many years and many wrinkles. Thank you, Ben. Thank you.”

Kathy and Diane said nothing, but looked at me with intense admiration. Diane particularly gave me that horny look in her eyes which I interpreted as; ‘Boy, you deserve a good deepthroat, even if it has to come from a lesbian like me!’

Meg turned to the ladies and said; “Girls, Your presence here also helped awaken my desires. Your courage coaxed me awake. As I watched you two find your sexual release, I hungered for my own, even more. By leaving Ben alone with me, and Ben being his gentle and generous self; I came out of my own closet, today. I am a sexual being, and I need to start living again.”

By glory_first for Literotica.

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In the last few years, I have started to do short solo backpacking trips around Vancouver. There are so many great spots in the local mountains to hike and camp and recharge.

I had always wanted to hike to Rampart Ponds - it's a new backcountry campsite a couple of days walk from the nearest trailhead. Finally in September, I got a nice window of warm fall weather and packed up and headed out to the park. The first day is pretty easy with a short hike into the Elfin Lakes campsites. I got there early in the heat of mid-day and even had time for a very cold dip in one of the Elfin lakes. 

I lazed away the afternoon in the sun reading my book and taking in the views. I had an early dinner and with the short days of September, I was in my sleeping bag by 8 pm. A few hours later, I was awoken by lots of noise and commotion from a late arriving group. It sounded like they were having trouble setting up their tent in the dark - there was much muttering in German but also some laughing.

The next morning I was up early for the walk up to Rampart Ponds. I only met the late arrivals for a few minutes before I headed up the trail. They were 2 young very gorgeous German girls backpacking around Canada for the summer. When I talked with them, I found out that they too were headed to Rampart Ponds today. I set off alone. I made good progress hiking and it looked like I would get to the Ponds just in the early afternoon. I decided to have a long lunch and a bit of a siesta in the warm fall sun lying on a warm flat rock outcrop. I was awoken by the sound of the two girls approaching and talking. As they rounded the corner, I said "hello" and unfortunately startled them a bit.

They took their packs off and sat on the rock outcrop with me. They got out their lunches and started eating. They confessed they had been on high alert and were very worried about Canadian bears after hearing one too many bear stories. I tried to reassure them that with some smarts about how you hike and set camp you can make it so bears aren't much of a problem - they were not buying this, they still looked concerned.

After a while, I shouldered my pack and set off down the trail calling back, "I will see you at the campsite". It was turning into a hot afternoon as I huffed my way up the final hill to the Ponds. I was setting up my tent, when the girls came around the corner. They asked if they could set their tent up near mine to feel safer. I told them I was fine with that.

In a very unembarrassed European way, they dropped their packs, peeled off their clothes and headed straight into the cold alpine lake. It was amazing to see these two very lilith blonde girls with stunning bodies and beautiful pert breasts heading into the lake. Probably to not offend my North American sensibilities they left their bra and panties on. There was much screaming and quick splashing before they quickly re-emerged from the ice cold lake. Their bra and panties were now soaked and transparently stuck to their beautiful lilith bodies. The water must have been very cold as their nipples stuck proudly out through their bras. They sat in their bra and panties in the sun drying off for the next few hours.

We cooked dinner together a long ways away from our tents and then we all put our food and cooking gear in the bear lockers. With the short September day's, I headed to my tent soon after the sun went down and the temperature started to drop. I heard the girls head to bed a few minutes later.

I was awoken sometime later by someone frantically pulling at my tent door. It was the girls, they were frantic as a bear had come into camp and the bear found a forgotten chocolate bar in the top of one of their packs. The trouble was the pack was in their tent with them at the time. Luckily they exited the tent on one side (the door side) as the bear entered through the other side (not the door side). I guessed the bear was probably long gone with its booty by now. I got up, grabbed my air horn and bear spray, and my headlamp. The first thing I noticed was the girls were just in their panties. They looked a bit embarrassed and told me they normally sleep in the nude but out here slept in their panties. I refocused on the task at hand, first determining that the bear wasn't in camp anymore and then began to survey the damage to their stuff. The bear had totally wrecked their tent - slashing one whole side of their tent and then chewed and slobbered on their clothes and packs, chewed on one of their sleeping bags, and chewed a hole in one of their sleeping pads.

I suggested the best we could probably was squeeze into my tent till the morning. They grabbed their remaining sleeping bag and working sleeping pad and came over to my tent. My tent is affectionately called a coffin tent. It is very small and very light and with some effort you can normally cram two people in the tent. Three was going to be interesting.

We arranged the remaining sleeping pads and opened up both sleeping bags to put over us. The best arrangement we could come up with to fit was tightly spooning each other. They were still pretty shaken and wanted to be either side of me. We tried to settle in but there was constant movement trying to find somewhere to put your arms and hands.

The girls said something to each other in German.

Petra was behind me. I could feel her pert little breasts and nipples drilling into my back. With nowhere else to put my hand, I reached over and put my hand on Ingrid's bare stomach.

There was another exchange in German.

Ingrid grabbed my hand and moved it up to her breasts and pushed her beautiful ass back against my now growing hard-on. Petra could see Ingrid grind her ass against my crotch and reached over and started to massage my stiffening cock through my pants. I was so enjoying all of this, massaging Ingrid's breasts and playing with her nipples while Petra rubbed my cock.This went on for a few wonderful minutes with me massaging Ingrid's breast and Petra massaging my cock through my pants.

Finally, Ingrid rolled to face me and asked me to kiss her. We started kissing softly but quickly were kissing each other more deeply. Petra pushed her hand down the front of my pants and grabbed onto my cock and started to jerk on it. Then Petra asked for a kiss, so I rolled towards her and I got to see those beautiful pert breasts for the first time, what a sight - tiny milky white breasts with small dark areolas around beautiful erect eraser-like nipples. We kissed deeply and I began to stroke her breasts and play with her nipples. Ingrid was squirming behind me and somehow had gotten her panties off. She pulled at my pants and got them down to my knees and pulled me onto my back and immediately engulfed my cock with her mouth. Petra broke away from our kiss and moved down and joined Ingrid's sucking my cock - it was magical.

Ingrid then climbed up and put her leg over my head and lowered her beautiful - oh so wet - cleanly shaven pussy right onto my face. I nibbled her pussy lips and got to work on her clit. She was quickly grinding away on my face. Petra was still sucking my cock and playing with my balls. Petra stopped and like a good contortionist got her panties off and climbed onto me and lowered her hot pussy onto my waiting throbbing cock. Ingrid was grinding away on my face and very willing tongue while Petra was picking up speed and pounding up and down on my cock. Ingrid started to really squirm and then shuddered into an orgasm, once she recovered a bit she asked Petra if she could fuck me.

With lots of awkward moving around in the cramped space of the tent. Finally, I got Ingrid on all fours and entered her from behind. Doggy is my favorite position. There is something so animalistic about it. It even got better when Petra crawled underneath and started licking my balls as I pounded in and out of Ingrid.

They had another exchange in German.

They asked me to lay on my back and both of them started to suck my cock alternating whose mouth it was in and who was licking my balls. I wasn't going to last long. I announced I was going to cum and they both leaned in and thick ropes of cum erupted across Petra's face and onto her out-stretched tongue and into her waiting mouth. She leaned over and Ingrid licked the cum from her face and then they shared a long deep cum filled kiss - so hot. The three of us felt very spent and quickly got more comfortable and fell asleep.

In the morning, once the sun had warmed up the tent we all emerged and cooked breakfast. Later, I came up from washing the dishes in the lake and Ingrid and Petra were again chattering away in German and looking over and smiling at me. They then came over and both began kissing me and started pulling at the drawstring of my pants. Once my pants were around my ankles, Petra kept kissing me and Ingrid dropped to her knees and gave me a long slow sloppy blowjob. After a few minutes of Ingrid's wonderful oral pleasure, I came on Ingrid's face and tongue and into her waiting mouth. Then she leaned up and gave Petra a long beautiful cum filled kiss.

They then packed up their remaining gear as they wanted to leave soon so they could get back to the trailhead in one day. A short while later, they shouldered their packs, gave me a quick kiss goodbye, and were gone.

I was going to spend another, probably less memorable, night before hiking out.

This is why I think backpacking is awesome.

By VancouverFun for Literotica

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The guy who had something extra, gives it to her.

By Baztrachian

My name is Dennis. Growing up on our ranch in Western Australia, I

Soon folks thought I had some OCD about germs. Yes, as hard as it was

As I transitioned from middle school to high school, the female

Granted, I took off the gloves like when I was out with my Boy Scout

Avoiding girls as a practice, made some people think I was gay; so it

But more to the point here, is I wasn't gay. I really did want a girlfriend.

In my speech class I met a cute girl named Melody. She was perky, a

Taking a chance, I started to hang out more with Melody and her group

A month later, a few of us were in her off-campus apartment after

I paused, then decided to risk it and just explain to her about the

"Dennis, do you think it would be okay for me to touch your hands without the gloves? Do you trust me?"

It had been a few years since the last time I'd deliberately touched a

"Alright, but don't say I didn't tell you what might happen." With that I removed my gloves.

"Your hands look so soft! I've never seen a guy with hands as soft as

"Oh, my God; that's amazing!" she finally said. Then her face turned a little red.

"What's it like?" I asked her. Hate to admit but I was really curious about it.

"It's like riding a roller coaster and getting that feeling you get

Then she got up and strided over to her bathroom. I got up and

She sat back down at the table & looked at me in wonder as the

Her hands impulsively went to mine again, and she touched me before I

(Yeah, virgin Dennis was stupid enough not to realize that she was sexually aroused.)

"Oh, my. I think we need to explore this a little more..." she said

"Mel, I think I'm gonna to the library, and maybe let you get yourself together, okay?"

I stood up and left her on her couch. She looked a little confused so I left, to let her recover in private.

It was maybe twenty minutes later when she texted me, asking me to

When she opened the door for me, I caught my breath. The object of my

She managed to compose herself & politely invite me in, and had me sit on her couch.

"I think we need to talk." she said, as she sat down next to me and let her soft boob lean against my horny arm.

"Okay,” I said. “About what?"

Then she looked me in the eyes and boldly said; "I think you need to

What was remarkable was my virgin cock getting its first female

"Mel, this is probably going to be a very bad idea. Are you sure you want to do this, because I know I do."

She bit her lip and in a very exaggerated nod, said; “God, yes.”

Leading me to her bedroom, she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off

Mel pulled her t-shirt over her head, and there she was. In all her

"Mel, I have to tell you something..."

She looked a little surprised and she smiled. "Okay, the hand thing

"I'm a virgin."

She giggled and smiled as she held her hands against her chest, "So

She yanked my arm and tugged me to the bedroom. Then she pulled back

My cock jutted out from my body like a diving board. I briefly had an

I went to get on the bed and had one knee on the blankets when she held up her hand.

"Gloves. Off. Now."

I drew in a breath for the moment of truth and took off my gloves.

"Touch me." she said.

"Where?"

She smiled. "Any damn where you want. But do it now."

I slowly moved my hand to her breast and then gently palmed it. Her

The glassy look in her eyes returned, but she held it together

It wasn't maybe even two or three minutes when she rolled onto her

"Here." she said, as she reached between us and firmly grabbed my rod

I hesitated and looked into her eyes.

"Please." she lusted.

I slipped into her glorious heaven. It was snug and tight and

And then she rocked her hips up and swallowed my full length. It was

"Oh, Jesus...fuck..." she uttered as I started to fuck her. Her eyes

The college health class came back to me at that moment. I briefly

“Look at me, Dennis,” she said. As I looked at her, she started

When I was done, Mel lay there senseless. She was still twitching and

I got up and turned around to look at the lovely woman who gave

I grabbed my clothes and took a quick rinse in her shower, then got

When she came out of the bedroom she had this silly smile on her

"Lover, that was absolutely fucking ah, mazing!"

"You're okay?" Really I was concerned for her. I loved her after all.

She sat down on the couch next to me and kissed me. "I'm fine. I had no idea that was what sex was supposed to be like. Fuck."

Her hand went to my chest.

"Dennis, you're like the best psych drug ever invented!"

"You've done drugs?" I asked.

"Only when I had my wisdom teeth pulled. And this was way the fuck

She went on and on about the experience, and as she did it was pretty

I lasted a little longer before I felt the unstoppable urge to cum in her. This time she gave a little cry and then fell limp.

It took me a little time to calm down and when I did, I picked up Mel

She called me late the next morning, explaining how she'd slept in

Naturally I spent my time in class thinking about Mel. By the time I

When she opened her door for me she radiated sexiness. Her movements

I knew that most of this was from my condition, the potent effect of

We made it through dinner and then we managed to talk for a short

Twenty minutes later she passed out after I'd filled her cunt again.

As she lay there sleeping it off I realized that when she got a dose

When she woke up, she wanted to go again and so did my cock.

In due time, she quit school because she didn't care about it

My father spoke first; “Son, this is a huge relief. My health issues

We got married the following month in Mel’s home town. Then my

As the baby grew Mel became very calm and tranquil. She definitely

I understood it, when the baby was born; and Mel would get a sedated,

My boy was going to be a chip off the old block! I nicknamed him ‘Chip’.

By Baztrachian for Literotica

Teens meet in Melbourne for their parents’ wedding, then get left together in locked-down Australia.

By Baztrachian

When my father told me that he was getting married again I accepted

It was just after Thanksgiving in 2019 when they decided on getting

Taylor was pretty happy about the plan to take a trip to Australia

Over the ensuing months I got to know Taylor fairly well and we ended

The news of COVID started up in January but most everyone I knew

The wedding took place the weekend after Taylor's graduation. The

The rental house was pretty amazing. It was in the town of Port

You know how when you go on vacation you allow yourself to detach

We only got an idea that things were getting serious when my father

Where we'd only be waiting a couple days for the flight my father

The airport situation was a little crazy so we ended up saying our

That afternoon we went to a local store to get a few things and

"What're you doing?" asked Taylor as I put down our handbasket and

"I'm just being cautious is all. Look at these people, they're all

Taylor was a little irritated as I started picking up sundries,

On the way back to our apartment I slipped into a liquor store and

The news that evening confirmed my fears. Melbourne was going into

That led to calling my father back at home in the US. He handled the

The next day was the start of the lockdown and it was immediately

It was really shocking to see the city become a big prison. You just

Although we were supposedly allowed to go out to exercise I convinced

When we'd arranged for the apartment I was sleeping on the couch and

We passed our time talking a lot. I got to hear about her high school

We even made it six days before I opened a case of beer.

Despite the cold weather we made a point of sitting out on the

An odd thing took place during our confinement as we tacitly agreed

I don't recall precisely which day it was but a day came along where

I'd be lying if I didn't admit to giving her body serious

July 31st was a Friday, and that particular day stood out to me.

It was cold and cloudy outside and the apartment had a bit of a chill to it so Taylor's explanation made sense.

"It's too fucking cold to sleep on the couch," she slurred, "hope you don't mind but I'm in here tonight."

It was the first time I'd heard her swear. Myself, I didn't mind the

In the morning I woke to feeling Taylor's warm ass pressing against

She gently moved against me as I withdrew my cock. I swore she was wanting me, but I had to tell my ego to calm down.

I got up from the warm bed and headed out to the kitchen to make some

The day that followed was more or less normal. I was quietly relieved

Around noon there was a knock on the door from one of our neighbors. I

That night Taylor and myself sat down watching Sky News mostly

Needless to say by bedtime we were both toasted and the two drinks

When she joined me in bed she had me spoon up behind her and then she

Sometime during the night I woke to feeling Taylor's ass pushing back

She pulled away just enough to get her hand between us. She went

Her hand exited the space between us and I felt her ass push up

She moved again and this time lifted a leg to allow my cock to fit

"Taylor?" I asked.

"Yeah?" she huskily replied.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She didn't hesitate. "No."

She pressed her ass at me and I couldn't help myself but to thrust.

"Uh, ah!" she exclaimed as I started to drive myself into her. I felt her body twitch as I tried to get deeper.

"Oh, God." she uttered as she moved her hips allowing me to plunge all the way inside of her.

Between the effects of the alcohol and my need I wasn't the least bit

I started fucking her hard and my hands wrapped around her. I mashed

She put a hand on my hip to try to push me back a little and all I did was fuck harder.

Taylor cried out as I drove deep and started spewing my load into

She was silent in the aftermath of our coupling. When my cock finally

As I started to feel the embrace of sleep I swore I could hear her quietly sobbing.

It was a bit before sunrise when I awoke. The memory of the evening

I brushed her hair with my hand and then caressed her cheek.

"Taylor? You awake?" I asked. Her snoozing continued informing me she

Taking her hip with my hand I gently pulled her against me. As her

I stopped for a moment and then started gently moving again as I

As gently as I could I changed my angle and pushed. Her cunt opened

Somewhere along the line Taylor stirred. She reached between us to

Soon enough I felt her hips moving in response to mine and then I felt her tense.

"Fuck..." she whispered as she came. I felt her cunt clench around my

We had a moment where I just held her but then she was up and off to

"Good morning." I said, wondering what her response would be.

She smiled at me. "It is."

Naturally we had to talk about our new relationship. And that's what

Lunch was a simple affair of bread and cheese. While we ate I asked

"I guess I never would have known you if our parents didn't get

I smiled at her. "You're not so hard to look at yourself."

When I asked her about the possibility of pregnancy she just shrugged.

"I can go to the store if you want me to." I offered.

"What if I didn't want you to?" she asked.

"You mean you don't want to have sex anymore? I can understand that."

She shook her head, "No, what if I just want us to keep doing this; whatever it is. Would you be okay with that?"

I looked in her pale green eyes and realized that I was looking at the woman I'd marry.

"Of course I would."

And that, my friends, was the closest we ever came to a marriage

I guess my biggest surprise in all of this was when we got home and

By Baztrachian for Literotica

By VancouverFun. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Every February, I attend a teachers conference in San Diego. It is always nice to escape the grey rainy days in the Northwest and refresh with a little California sun and blue skies.

I have been attending this particular conference for many years, so I have lots of fun catching up with friends and going out for lots of fun group dinners. The conference is small with only 150 people, so you get to meet a lot of them across the three days of the conference.

I had seen Liz over the years at the conference, but never talked to her. I learned in a session last year that she teaches Kinesiology at a college in Wisconsin. This makes sense since she looks extremely fit. She is 5'6" and has a beautiful curvy body with a large set of breasts that always look like they are trying to bust out of anything she is wearing. I would find out later those DD breasts are even more beautiful up close.

I had noticed her a lot over the years and tried to not stare too much, but it was hard to take my eyes off her and her smoking hot body. She always attended the conference with her friend Suzy in tow and that meant I never really got the chance to talk to her till this year.

This year, I added one day to my conference stay to relax and get some sun around the pool. The conference hotel is in Mission Valley just outside San Diego and is in a beautiful setting.

The conference wound down mid-day on Friday and most people either flew home that afternoon or the next morning.

Poolside Possibilities.

By Saturday morning, the hotel was pretty deserted. I got my book and sunscreen and headed down to the pool after breakfast. It was a beautiful Southern California day - temperatures were in the low 80’s with a bright blue sky, and not a cloud anywhere to be seen - unlike back home. No one else was by the pool. I found a lounge chair, sun screened up, and dozed in the sun only to be awoken by a woman’s voice asking me if she could use the lounge chair next to mine.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked.

“Sure, be my guest,” I replied groggily.

When I finally got myself woken up and recognized it was Liz.

“Oh, hi, you were at the conference weren’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, my name is Liz” she replied.

“Hi, I’m Jim”

“I knew your name because you gave the opening plenary talk last year,” Liz added smiling.

We both talked about how quiet the hotel was and how we both thought it was a great plan to spend one extra day by the pool in the sun before going back home to our respective winters. We chatted about winters at home and our summer passions. It turned out that we both loved the outdoors. Liz told me stories of spending her summers canoe tripping in Northern Michigan and I told her about my summer trips backpacking in the mountains of western Canada.

She announced she was going to work on her tan a bit and removed her wrap to reveal a very skimpy white bikini. I said earlier that her breasts always looked like they were trying to bust out of whatever she was wearing - this bikini had impossibly tiny white triangles of fabric that barely covered her areolas and the strings holding everything in place looked like they were straining from the load. I tried not to stare, but it was really hard not to. She smiled when she caught me a few times staring for a bit too long, and said,

“I usually don’t wear a bikini this skimpy in public, but thought no one else would be out here at the pool so early,” I smiled and thought, lucky me.

She turned onto her back revealing a thong bikini that disappeared between her beautiful butt cheeks. She handed me a bottle of sunscreen.

“Do you mind putting some on me? I don’t want to burn”

I tried my best to not to jump to my feet.

I got up and went over to her chair and started to put sunscreen on her shoulders and arms, moving down across her back. Then I started to put sunscreen on her legs, working up from her ankle towards her wonderful looking butt cheeks. As I got higher, I wasn’t sure what to do and stopped short at the top of her legs and asked if she wanted more on.

“You missed my ass, I especially don’t want to burn there”

With this permission, I squirted some sunscreen and my hands and gently rubbed her cheeks all over. Eventually I was more concentrating on how great her ass felt then putting sunscreen on.

“That feels really good, make sure you get everywhere”

I redoubled my efforts and was now really grabbing and massaging her ass. She arched her hips a bit and was pushing her ass towards my hands and began to squirm a bit.

She announced “that feels so great, but I am overheating a bit, and am going to take a quick dip in the pool”

I put the sunscreen down and sat back down in my chair. I wasn’t going swimming with my stiff cock now making a tent out of my surf shorts. I thought I would just sit there awhile with a towel hiding my erection.

She got up and slid into the pool and swam a few laps then propped herself up on the edge and asked if I wanted to join her.

“Maybe later” I replied.

I did want to join her, but my erection was now in full force - I wasn’t getting out of this chair anytime soon, since a few other people were now lying around the pool.

She swam a few more laps. She swam to the edge and pushed herself up onto the deck. What a sight, her tiny white bikini was almost transparent when wet. Her areolas and nipples stood out proudly and you could clearly see her pussy lips through her now transparent thong. She walked over and sat back down and toweled off and put her wrap back on.

“You look like you workout,” she asked me - a bit like a question.

“Yes, at home I work out at the gym at least a couple of times week,” I replied.

“I am going to the gym later, do you want to join me?” she said smiling.

“Sure, when do you want to meet?” I asked.

“How about we meet in the gym at 2?” she replied.

“I will see you then,” I said, trying not to smile too much.

She got her stuff and disappeared into the hotel.

Getting Worked Up

Promptly at 2 I headed down to the gym. She was already there working on one of the weight machines. The place felt deserted except for us.

“Hi Liz, I see you started without me,” I said, smiling and pretending to put on a bit of a pouty face.

“Very funny, I just started, this is my first set,” she replied smiling.

We both dropped into our routines and worked our way around the weight room.

After 45 minutes she announced it was time to stretch and got a mat and began to stretch. What a sight. She had a tight pair black yoga pants on that showed off her wonderful ass and let you almost see the shape of her pussy lips. The outfit was completed with a tight jog bra that showed lots of cleavage.

I got myself a mat and sat down beside her and began to stretch myself. After a few minutes she asked if I could help her stretch.

“I would love to,” probably sounding a bit too eager.

We arranged our mats side by side and she got us facing each other, with our legs wide open, feet touching, and holding each other’s hands. She would gently pull me forward, then I would gently pull her forward.

Every time she pulled me forward, I would get closer to those beautiful pussy lips pressing through her tights. I would swear I could almost smell that wonderful musk of an aroused woman. Every time I pulled her forward, I would take a nice long look down her top at those wonderful breasts. We did this for a couple of minutes until she let out a little shriek then clutched her left thigh.

“Ouch, my thigh is cramping!” she said.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked quickly.

She motioned to massage her left inner thigh. I got on my knees and started to massage her thigh.

“Oh, that’s better, please keep doing that, it’s still very close to cramping again” she pleaded.

I massaged her thigh and was slowly working up her inner thigh. At first, I stopped at the top of her thigh just short of touching her pussy. But she kept asking for higher and higher please. I tentatively stroked the crease at the top of her inner thigh where it meets her pussy.

“Please keep going,” she said.

With that permission, I gently let the back of my hand rub up and down her pussy a few times as I massaged her upper thigh and then I stopped and waited.

“Your hand on my pussy feels great, please don’t stop now’” she pleaded

With that permission,, I started to gently rub up and down her lycra covered pussy with my fingers. She started to squirm a bit and began pushing her pussy against my fingers. I could even feel her clit through her tights. I started stroking circles around her clit and then began to softly wiggle her clit back and forth with my finger. She was getting so aroused and grabbed my hand and started to grind it on her pussy. Her pace picked up and she eventually arched her back and shuddered into a very intense orgasm. She had her eyes closed and was jaggedly breathing as she recovered from her orgasm. I leaned in and nuzzled my face against her lycra covered pussy and gave it a kiss.

She finally opened her eyes and said “thanks, I needed that”.

Then she pushed her hand inside her tights and pushed a finger into herself. She pulled her finger out and reached out and proceeded to push her very wet finger into my mouth. I greedily sucked on her finger and could taste her wonderful pussy juice.

She started to get up and leaned in for a slow kiss and said “why don’t you come back to my room for a shower”.

Hitting The Showers

We left the weight room and headed to the elevator.

As we approached the elevator Liz told me, “My room is on the third floor”. My head was spinning with all the possibilities of what was about to happen. But, I wasn’t lost in thought for long.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Liz pounced, pushing me roughly against the wall and giving me a deep passionate kiss. As the kisses grew more intense she started rubbing my cock through my shorts. With a ding, the elevator doors opened and we broke our embrace and I stumbled along following her to her room.

She paused at the door and turned and gave me a gentle kiss and announced,

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you give that plenary last year”.

She got the door open and we were quickly in her room deeply kissing and pawing at each other. Bathing suits were quickly gone and she grabbed onto my cock as we kissed. I started to play with her beautiful breasts.

She broke the embrace and suggested we continue in the shower. She led me into the bathroom by hanging onto my now raging hard-on. We got in the shower and continued to kiss and soap up each other. She reached down and soaped up my cock which was standing straight out at this point.

“My cock might need lots of soap and washing,” I announced hopefully.

She took my words to heart and began to frantically soap up and stroke my cock. After a couple of minutes she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. The warm water from the shower, her warm mouth around my cock - I was in heaven. She began to furiously suck my cock, bobbing her head up and down, and periodically taking me deep into her mouth. I pleaded for her to stop or I would cum right there.

With that she stood back up and we kissed again and I began soaping up her beautiful breasts.

“I better make sure these are really clean,” I happily announced. I spent lots of time and attention on stroking her breasts and playing with her nipples.

After a few minutes, she started to grind her pussy against my thigh. Which I took as a sign that her pussy wanted some attention. I soaped up my hand and traced the edges of her pussy lips a few times before sliding one finger into her. She immediately grabbed my hand and held on tight, keeping my finger inside her. I could feel the swell of her G spot inside her pussy and began to gently stroke it as it began to swell up even more.

She was starting to grind on my hand and asked,

“Can you fuck me now, please, I need to feel you inside me”.

She turned around, braced herself against the shower wall and pressed her ass against my crotch as I guided my very hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. I paused once I was inside her and then I started to slowly move in and out of her. Our pace picked up and got more frantic. I reached around and began to gently massage her clit as we pounded away. Me pushing deep into her as she pushed back to meet my thrusts. We pounded and thrusted for a few minutes then she stiffened up and really pushed back on me as she cried out as a shuddering, shaking orgasm overcame her. I held her tight as we savoured the moment.

Hit The Sack

She turned and gave me a kiss and said,

“Let’s get dried off and into bed”.

Once in the bed, she flopped onto her back, spread her legs, reached down and spread the beautiful lips of her glistening pussy, and looked me straight in the eyes and said,

“I want you to taste me”.

I dove right in. Kissing and nibbling on her outer lips and then using my whole tongue to lick slowly up and down her pussy. She was sounding very happy and eventually grabbed my head and held it firmly to her pussy. I switched to using just the tip of my tongue to circle her clit and every once and a while would pause and pull away so she could just feel my hot breath on her pussy, this would never go on for long as she would again grab my head and push my willing tongue against her clit.

“You are such a tease, it is driving me crazy,” she said.

As I licked her clit, I gently inserted one finger and began to massage her G spot. I could easily feel how swollen it was. With my tongue and finger working her over, she began to squirm and writhe around. Her breath quickened and became more jagged. Eventually she closed her eyes and drew in a big breath and grabbed my head pressing in even more firmly against her pussy. She began to shake with her legs firmly clamped around my head and rolled side to side as the orgasm overtook her, all the while she hung onto my head and firmly pushed it between her legs. Then she went totally still, her pussy convulsed and gripped my finger tightly, and she began squirting covering my face and shoulders with her wonderful pussy juices. The bed was soaked.

She eventually opened her eyes as she caught her breath - smiled and said,

“Wow, I haven’t had an orgasm that good in quite a while”.

She rose up and kissed and licked my face, still wet from all that squirting.

“I think it is time for me to return the favor,” she announced.

With that pushed me onto my back and began kissing down my chest; and more. Much more.

A Year Later

I was very pleased to see Liz’s name on the attendees list for this year’s teaching conference.

I spotted her on the first day as everyone was headed to lunch. I waved and she came straight over and gave me a nice big hug and introduced me to her friend Suzy. The three of us had lunch together making small talk but Liz and I steered clear of any mention of our great encounter last year the day after the conference. It turned out neither Liz and I were staying for that extra day this year. You always wonder a year later if hooking up again is a possibility. People’s lives change and sometimes the moment is gone. Especially with Suzy around I assumed that Liz and I would have to lay low for this year.

At the end of the day, there was a small crowd waiting at the elevators to go back up to the rooms before dinner. Liz and Suzy were at the back of the group when I walked up.

Liz asked, “Do you want to come by our room for a drink before dinner?”

“Sure - what time are you thinking?” I replied.

“Can you come by at 5:30? Then we will have lots of time to catch up before dinner”

“OK - see you then,” I replied.

I went back to my room and had a quick shower and headed down to their room. I knocked on their cracked open door and waited but no one answered. I knocked again a little harder and heard a voice say,

“Come on in.”

Threesome Treat

I opened the door and was very surprised to see Liz busy between Suzy legs eating her out on the bed. Suzy was busy squirming and moaning as Liz’s talented tongue played with her pussy.

What a sight - Liz in just her panties and Suzy totally naked. Suzy is a beautiful redhead with white porcelain-like skin. She was tall with a massive set of boobs that almost makes her look top heavy. Liz’s amazing DD breasts that were hanging free and swaying as she licked Suzy’s pussy.

Liz turned her head towards me and smiled and said “I was hoping you could join us, isn’t that right Suzy”

Suzy murmured “yes” with her eyes closed, obviously enjoying what Liz was doing to her.

I quickly shed my clothes and joined Liz between Suzy legs and began kissing Suzy’s inner thighs as Liz continued to eat her out. I kissed my way up Suzy’s inner thighs and Liz turned her head then gave me a deep long kiss then motioned for me to continue to lick Suzy’s pussy. Suzy’s pussy was - oh so wet. Liz and I alternated who was licking Suzy’s pussy for a few minutes, then Liz moved up and began kissing Suzy’s breasts and swirling her tongue around her nipples. Suzy was moaning quite loudly by now and grabbing at my head as she neared an orgasm. I really wanted to kiss Suzy at this point and replaced my tongue with my hand and moved up and joined Liz kissing Suzy’s breasts and then I moved up some more and gave Suzy a first kiss. Our lips barely touched as I gave her a slow gentle kiss. We looked at each other and I said smiling,

“Hi Suzy, I’m Jim”.

Then we dove into deeper, more passionate kisses. Her tongue was swirling around in my mouth when I felt Liz’s hand close around my cock.

“I think we should say hello to Jim properly, don’t you think so Suzy?,” Liz announced.

Suzy was a bit lost in her arousal, but managed a nod yes.

With that they pushed me onto my back and both alternated kissing me deeply. It was quite the feeling with their four hands stroking me all over - my arms, my chest, my legs and especially my cock. They alternated who was kissing me and then both started to kiss down my chest. They both paused to give some attention to my nipples. Eventually they continued down across my stomach and eventually started licking up and down both sides of my now very hard cock. I was squirming a bit from all the attention, and it only got worse when Suzy wrapped her beautiful red lips around my cock. She took me deeply into her mouth, almost swallowing the whole length of my cock. What a feeling. After a few minutes of Suzy bobbing up and down on my cock with her mouth, it was Liz’s turn. Suzy let my cock pop out of her mouth then grabbed my cock and pointed towards Liz’s open mouth. Liz slowly took my cock deep into her mouth. Suzy grabbed the back of Liz’s head and began to roughly push her head up and down on my cock - a little deeper each time - eventually Liz had the whole length of my cock in her mouth and I just couldn’t take that anymore. I erupted filling Liz’s mouth with cum. The whole time I was cumming she was looking up at me and smiling. She let my cock pop out of her mouth and wiped her lips and said,

“I guess we should get dressed and go down for dinner’”. We got untangled and slowly got dressed before heading down to dinner. That night back in my room my head was swirling with all the wonderful images and feelings from our afternoon encounter.

Morning Booty Call

The next morning, I was heading down to breakfast when I got a text from Suzy.

“Time for a good fuck before breakfast, Liz has me all warmed up and I need that cock of yours deep inside me,” Suzy texted.

I was already on the elevator, so quickly added a stop at their floor. When I got to the room Liz wasn’t anywhere to be seen but Suzy was naked lying on the bed slowly rubbing her pussy.

“Get over here and get that cock inside me, now’” Suzy ordered.

I happily compiled. Quickly shedding my clothes and jumping into bed. I slid my cock easily into her very wet pussy - Liz must have done a good job warming Suzy up. We thrusted and kissed and eventually I laid down on her chest so she could more easily grind on me while we fucked. The grinding was really working for Suzy. She got more and more aroused and kept telling me how good my cock felt inside her. Suzy had picked up the pace and was furiously grinding on me every time I slammed my cock all the way into her pussy. She started to shake and tremble and finally with a little gasp - orgasmed. We laid together for a couple of minutes then got dressed and went to the conference breakfast.

Later in the day I saw Liz.

“Maybe you can come by tonight and show me what you did to make Suzy so happy today,” Liz said with a mischievous smile on her face. I was on cloud nine imagining fucking Liz again. Things like this don’t happen to me - being the fuck toy for two very beautiful women is awesome!

After the day’s sessions I headed back to my room and waited for Liz’s text. I waited all night, but nothing came.

The next morning I got an apologetic text that she and Suzy had gone out to dinner and drank a bit too much and immediately fell fast asleep when they got back to the room. The text ended with “I will make it up to you”. I liked the sound of that. I spent a distracted day in sessions wondering how she was going to “make it up to me”.

At the end of the day, my phone vibrated as the text finally arrived “come by my room at 5, Liz”.

I got to their room and both Suzy and Liz were there. Suzy said she was a little sore from last night and this morning and that she was just going to watch me fuck Liz.

She did. We did.

Finale’

It was the last day of the conference. I had gotten quite used to responding to texts for quick booty calls.

In the last session, I worked with a beautiful young redhead named Cora. She was new to teaching and had lots of questions, since I had been teaching for many years. She couldn’t have been more than 100 pounds and was maybe 5’ tall. She had this tiny perfect body with lots of curves, dazzling red hair, and mesmerizing hazel eyes. We were talking as we walked up to the elevator bank only to find Liz and Suzy waiting there. Suzy asked if I could come up to their room in an hour for a little going away celebration.

They looked over at Cora and Suzy said,

“Why don’t you join us?”

“Why don’t you come 15 minutes early and we will explain our plans?

Cora looked a bit puzzled but replied “sure, see you then”.

Cora did arrive 15 minutes before me. She was not sure of what to expect. When Suzy and Liz first described their plans - Cora was a bit taken aback and said,

“I don’t do stuff like this”.

But as they explained how hot the fucking sessions had been all week, she began warming up to the idea. It became very real for Cora when Suzy and Liz shed their clothes and laid on the bed in their bra and panties and said,

“Come join us on the bed, so we can surprise Jim together”.

Cora shyly shed her clothes to reveal a beautiful light green bra and matching panties. Suzy motioned her to join them on the bed. They had a few minutes till I was to arrive, so Liz leaned over and began kissing Cora. Light tentative kisses at first, but quickly progressing to deep passionate kisses. All the while Suzy was busy stroking Cora’s lilith body and eventually concentrating on rubbing her pussy through her panties.

A few minutes later, they heard me knocking at their cracked open door and someone called out,

Triple Playing

“Come on in”.

I went in and what a sight - the three of them were lying on the bed in just their bra and panties. Liz smiled and then patted the mattress beside her saying,

“Come join us”.

I quickly shed my clothes and got on the bed. Hands were all over me as I moved back and forth kissing everyone. Cora was shy and tentative at first but was quickly kissing me with almost a horny desperation. Cora then reached down and grabbed my cock and began to furiously pull on it. Suzy reached for my cock only to find Cora’s hand already there. She then set her sights on playing with my balls while stroking my chest. This was amazing. I moved down and started to kiss Cora’s small beautiful round breasts and lick her puffy little nipples. Liz quickly moved up and in no time had her tongue buried deeply in Cora’s mouth.

I moved down between Cora’s legs. She had a beautiful tuft of carefully trimmed red hair right above her pussy. I started kissing and licking her outer labia and in no time it was engorged and beautifully swollen. Cora had the most delicate looking pussy lips. I switched to lightly running my tongue up and down her tasty little pussy lips. What a sight looking up to see Suzy sucking on her right breast and Liz kissing her deeply while massaging her right breast. Cora had her eyes closed and was lost in the sensations of all this attention. I reached over and started playing with Liz’s pussy with my hand. She started to push her pussy back into my hand and I finally moved over and slowly licked up from the bottom to the top of her pussy. She liked that. She suggested we try a bit of 69. Liz moved down and threw her leg over my head and pressed her pussy against my mouth, just as I felt her mouth engulf my cock.

Suzy saw what we were doing and asked Cora if she was interested in some 69 of their own. Cora said she had never been with a woman but was so turned on at this point that she said she wanted to try. They got in position and Suzy started immediately lapping away at Cora’s delicate pussy as Cora slowly and tentatively tried licking Suzy’s pussy. Cora quickly got into it and started furiously licking Suzy’s glistening pussy.

“Am I doing this right,” Cora asked questioningly.

“That feels amazing, don’t stop what you are doing,” Suzy replied.

Lots of moans, and murmurs, and juicy licking sounds filled the room.

Suzy announced that she thought Cora was more then ready for some good old fucking. Liz and I broke apart and Suzy stopped going down on Cora. Cora got up on her hands and knees and pointed her beautiful ass towards me. I crawled over and got behind her. Suzy grabbed my cock and guided it into Cora’s very wet pussy. Cora let out a nice appreciative murmur as I sank deep into her. I slowly moved in and out of her with Liz now stroking the sides of my cock as it came out of Cora.

“It’s so hot watching you fuck Cora,” Suzy exclaimed.

Suzy sank back to the corner of the bed and started to furiously rub her pussy as Cora and I continued to fuck. Not to be left out, Liz got in front of Cora and gently pushed Cora’s head down into her wet pussy. Cora started to lick Liz’s pussy and let my thrusts move her tongue up and down her oh so wet pussy lips. Suzy was moaning behind me and sounded like she was getting close, Cora’s tongue was sending Liz over the edge, and I was happily pounding into Cora.

First we heard Suzy cry out in the midst of an orgasm, then Liz started to shake and shudder into an orgasm, and I couldn’t take it anymore and exploded inside Cora.

We fell away into a very satisfied pile of people with legs and arms everywhere. We all laid together for a few minutes and then Suzy announced she was hungry and wanted to go to dinner. We all got dressed and headed downstairs for dinner. After dinner, we all paused at the elevators and said our goodbyes till next year.

I said smiling, “I hope the three of you come to this conference next year and we can do this again”.

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One of my hubby’s closest buddies had flown in from Phoenix to spend

It was Friday night, and the three of us were enjoying a casual

I had consumed just enough wine to make me a little goofy, so I

The following day, hubby and Jay were up and out of the house early,

It seemed as though we were going to spend our Saturday night, as we

At about 10pm, having already consumed quite a few glasses of wine,

Jay explained that he and hubby had purchased a gift card with which I

Hubby chimed in and said that he and Jay had hidden the marbles in

Before I could ask what the catch was, Jay, an impish grin on his

I continued sipping my wine as I considered the offer made by these

After donning a t-shirt, gym shorts, and a pair of four-inch

Our first destination was a Bartley Ranch Park on the south outskirts

Looking across the park, I could see the river running along the

Finding and retrieving the marble was no problem at all, but I

About halfway across the grass, the sound of a few catcalls made me

Hubby next wheeled the car into a parking spot on the side of a gas

Looking around and seeing nobody near us, I slipped out of the car

As I had rounded the corner of the building, I saw there was a guy

Once settled back in the car, Jay popped open a bottle of champagne

On the way, hubby reached over and began rubbing my pussy through my

While momentarily stopped at an intersection, Jay reached over the

Our third destination was at Keystone Square shopping mall. Hubby

Exiting the car, I made my way across the asphalt lot and 5

Crossing back over the drive-thru lanes, wearing only panties and

Both the guys were laughing and cheering as we drove off. Once again,

Working our way to the north side of the city, hubby eventually

Jay tapped on my shoulder and handed me the last card. The card

I tried to consider my options at this point, pondering whether or

Swallowing the remnants of my champagne, I resolved to get the last

I reached over and grabbed hubby’s crotch, gave it a squeeze, and

My gait was swift, and the night air had cooled, causing my nipples

Now it was time for the return trip. As you might imagine, there was

The night air tingled as it slid past my exposed pussy lips. My thick

The taxi sped along towards me at a normal speed; until the driver

I had been focusing on the taxi cab, which seemed to take several

The couple turned out to be two college-aged kids. When they saw me,

The couple seemed duly impressed, so off I walked, leaving the couple

By the time I reached the car, a bus could have driven by and I

Instead, we took off southward and went downtown to the Reno Arch.

Hubby and Jay continued to play with me, keeping me insanely horny until we got home. What happened after that is another story.

It suffices to say that, in addition to experiencing one of the most

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Josh had met a girl while at work one week, and the two hit it off

The movie had ended and Olivia and son, Josh, were passed out on the

It wasn't but a minute later when he felt his well-endowed penis

His drunken stupor had instantly vanished now, another possible side

When Rachel showed up she didn't seem too concerned for his plight

Brian had so many questions; who was this mystery doctor and how did

"Rachel, what are you doing?" He asked. He walked over and picked up

"I'm not doing anything!" She claimed. She could tell that he didn't believe her one bit.

"Bullshit, you could at least try to come up with something better than that!" He said.

Rachel pointed her finger up toward the ceiling and looked around,

He shook his initial horny thoughts when he saw what Rachel was

"Shit, she's still big," Rachel whispered to herself. Brian snapped back to reality.

"What do you mean by that? What did you do?" He asked, rather loudly.

"Shush, keep it down, I'll tell you, but only if you keep it secret."

"So what? Did you grind them up and make boob growing sunscreen and

"You're close, I already knew that grinding the pills and mixing them

"Then how did your neighbor get porn star sized tits then?" Brian asked.

Rachel let out a big sigh and leaned forward to reach for one of her

Brian pointed to the bottles and asked; "What is that?"

"This is the formula for the enhancement pills." She answered. "In

"And the doctor just let you have them?" He asked.

Rachel's eyes looked down at Brian's feet, avoiding the question. "Not exactly," she whispered.

"Rachel, tell me. What did you do?" Brian pressed the question

Brian was almost beside himself. He simply had a difficult time believing what he heard.

"So you went back to Tina's house with this mysterious doctor after

"I house sit for her sometimes. I have a key." Rachel explained.

This did nothing to calm down Brian. He should have known that Rachel

"You need to do something about this Rachel! You need to go tell

"Just give it some time. Maybe they will shrink back down." Rachel suggested.

"If you don't do something soon, I will. I don't know what, but I

"I fucked up," she said quietly.

Vivian sat on the couch with her robe wide open. She originally

Derek unlatched and brought his face up to hers. Vivian pulled him

"Dang, where is she?" Rachel asked herself. Vivian had not come back

"Rachel, I need you to run to the store for me!" Her mom shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

Rachel swore as she pushed her chair back and went downstairs. Her

Down in the basement Brian paced frantically. He was still shocked

His mind was made up, Brian dashed upstairs. Rounding the corner he

"Uh. Alright." Was all she could say before he was gone.

Derek loudly moaned as he ran his hands through Vivian's hair. He sat

Her efforts to back down his impending orgasm were in vain however.

Vivian felt that she could blush when he said that, if it weren't for

Vivian began to vigorously play with Derek's softening cock. Using a

Brian stood outside Vivian's front door. He was nervous, what was he

"Someone's at the door." Derek said. Vivian didn't slow down, she was on a mission.

Brian waited. And waited. A few minutes passed and he went to knock

With the house now empty Olvia figured it was the perfect time to

Olivia's heart sank. She had seen news reports about the pill

"Breast enhancement pills?" she questioned. "Fast acting and

"So what you're telling me is that Rachel, and that sunscreen

Brian just shrugged. "I don't know, but this isn't the first time she has done something similar."

"What do you mean?" Derek asked.

"I um, well." Brian stumbled on his words and motioned toward his

"Oh my god!" She said as she began to realize how large Brian was.

"Holy shit dude! You're fucking huge!" Derek said. Vivian was feeling

Vivian looked at Brian. "Did Rachel say what else she mixed in my sunscreen?"

"No, I didn't think to ask her." He answered.

Vivian then looked at Derek. "I have an idea. Go get the bottle,

"Alright, let's get some sunscreen on you." she said. Vivian took the bottle and squeezed a small dollop into her palm.

"Wait, what if it makes my cock bigger? No offense but I don't want

"I'll use a tiny amount, just to see." Vivian answered. She then

She wasn't sure if this was a good idea but it sounded hot in her

Vivian's libido seemed to enhance as well. She could literally feel

She led the two guys to her bedroom and threw her pillows off her bed

"Oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" She cried in pure passionate bliss.

Derek's cock slid easily into her wet cunt and they soon got into a

The three lovers fucked like animals with Derek filling Vivian's cunt

The room reeked of sex as they came down from their post orgasmic highs.

"What do we do now?" Asked Derek.

Vivian turned and said. "You better get home before your parents get

"What about you?" Brian asked.

"We need to have a talk with Rachel, and her mom. I can't go around

Olivia locked her bedroom door behind her and dropped the basket to

Olivia had speculated on how Rachel managed to boost her derriere,

Olivia spun in the mirror once more, today was supposed to be a half

Her heart was a flutter of activity as she sat and waited. And

A faint whimper and moan escaped her lips as she felt the tingling

Olivia wasn't able to think straight, she didn't care how her

She held her knees tightly together and bounced up and down as if she

Olivia almost didn't make it. She hastily threw all the other items

"Oh my god! She cried as the phallic vegetable penetrated her wet

"Oh my god! Olivia?" Said a very shocked Vivian with an equally shocked Brian.

It was late in the afternoon by the time Rachel returned home. She

"Hello?" She asked to a seemingly empty house. "Can anyone help me

"Rachel!" Brian said from the doorway of the hall bathroom. He was

"I just got home, mom made me go to the store. Could you help me

Brian crossed his arms and stood there.

"I know I fucked up! I promise I will figure something out, just give me some time. Please?" Rachel pleaded with him.

"Fine, but don't come to me for help." He said. Brian then quickly dressed and then went downstairs.

The two barely spoke a word as they set about their task. Olivia was

"Thank you for going to the store for me. I know it's not your favorite thing to do." She said to Rachel.

"You're welcome mom." Rachel replied. She gave her mom a quick hug from behind and began to help her unload the bags.

"How about I order us a pizza tonight?" Olivia asked.

Rachel went back upstairs and took up her post in the window. She sat

"What would you like to drink?" Asked Olivia from the kitchen.

"Just a soda please." Rachel said.

Rachel noticed that Brian was looking down at his empty plate and she began to feel someone stand behind her.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

Rachel's blood ran cold and all the color drained from her face as

To be continued,

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“Lawn’s all done, Ms. J,” Derek said as he walked from the shed to

“Sure thing Miss; I mean Vivian,” replied Derek. Vivian watched

Vivian and Derek had been outside in the backyard for over an hour by

Vivian was in her mid-forties and the very definition of Milf.

The sun was really cooking now, it was late afternoon and Vivian was

“Damn, it’s empty. I better hurry and find another one.” Vivian

This mix up was fortunate for her now. She went back outside, Derek

“Mrs. J, are you alright?” He asked.

Her trance was momentarily broken. She looked up now realizing he was

“Just wonderful my dear. I’m glad you came over because I wanted to

Derek had fantasized about this very scenario multiple times but was

Her legs now protected from the sun, Derek moved north. Using a

“Then we better not waste it.” Vivian cooed. Derek got the hint and

Derek reached out with both hands now and gathered some sunscreen and

All bets were off now. Derek now leaned in and he and Vivian began

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“My tits, they feel,” Vivian trailed off as her body was racked with a

Vivian’s breasts started growing larger. Her previously grapefruit

Vivian let go of the chair and carefully cupped the undersides of her

“Fuck! They’re so; big.” she moaned while giving her tits a good

Vivian licked her lips at the sight of his toned, naked body out on

“Oh god just fuck me you fucking stud!” She cried. Derek grabbed onto

“Mrs. J I’m close! I don’t think I can last much longer!” He gasped.

“Just a little longer baby, I’m almost there!” It was about thirty

“Ah! Ah! Yes, yes yes!” She screamed as her body was rocked with the

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back any longer.” He panted. Vivian reached up and caressed his cheek.

“It’s alright baby, but mommas not done yet.” She then squeezed her

Derek smiled and said, “I think I do.” He reached over and picked up

“I don’t know where this stuff came from, but I think we need more” She said.

Rachel’s Perch

Looking out the window onto the scene below, Rachel watched as Derek

She paused for a moment. “The male subject is also experiencing

“What are you doing?” Rachel fell backwards out of her chair, her

Rachel lie on her back, a look of surprise still on her face and her hand still down her pants.

“I can explain.”

Vivian’s Morning Shower

Vivian sat on the floor of her spacious shower. Hot water striking

“No, I shouldn’t worry about that now.” She said, Vivian carefully

Vivian’s knees nearly buckled as soon her nipple entered her mouth.

“This can’t be real, I must be dreaming.” She thought. She drank her

Morning Realities

Vivian awoke late the next morning, she was groggy and stiff. The

Vivian’s eyes bugged out when they set upon her giant tits as they

She brewed some coffee and sat at the kitchen bar. She parted the top

“Ok, this is obviously very real and not going away. Something

A slight breeze brought a sudden chill up and under her robe and she

It was a red button up blouse with white floral patterns. She had

She cautiously made her way downstairs with the intent of researching

Knock knock knock!

Whoever it was would not give up. Vivian slowly walked to the door

Brian & Rachel, and the backstory on enhancement treatments.

Life for Brian would never be the same after that fateful night with

So Brian and Rachel were well acquainted. She was very attractive,

The already ample ass of Rachel seemed to be much bigger than the

He had known Tina through Rachel for a couple years as well. At least

Another unbelievable person was the guy they fucked in their shows,

Their popularity camgirl website grew in the expansion fetish

Rachel produced some normal looking pills for him to take. Tina’s

She wasn’t lying and a minute later Brian’s average penis had grown

Now the bottle of pills taunted him, watching the web show with

Unbeknownst to Brian, his daily use of the pills had their toll as

Everything was going well for Brian once he learned how to

To be continued…

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