My husband, Darren, has always been the outdoors type, He thinks getting back to nature is the highlight of his entire summer. Actually, this isn't a summer-long affair. It's only before the Labor Day weekend that he has one last fling, and then he settles in, preparing for fall.
So we packed up the car with enough camping gear to make you think we were going away for six months. We always choose the same camping area. I guess if I was being completely truthful, I'd have to say I like going there. It's a peaceful place, and gives us a chance to sit quietly and just stare at trees and forest creatures.
When we arrived, we found the campground wasn't as crowded as it usually was.
Part of the reason revolved around the fact that we'd had a sudden cold
snap, which kept a lot of people from wanting to rough it. So Darren,
being the out doors man that he is, took a deep breath, and first thing
on the agenda was setting up the tent.
I let him do that. I would never tell him that the tent pegs look a bit
crooked. He thinks he's perfect. Once the tent was up, he started
looking around for other civilization.
About seventy-five feet from us, there was another man putting up a
tent, Darren took me by the hand, telling us we had to meet our
neighbors. "Hi, I'm Darren," my husband said. "And this is my wife."
The other man shook his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Jeff. My wife is over
there. She's Heidi." I hadn't seen her at first. She waved. She sat in
a chair reading an issue of Vogue.
Darren and Jeff started getting into macho talk about hunting. I walked
over to Heidi. "Hi, you look interested by all this." She smiled.
"Every year it's the same thing. Go to the woods one last time. All I
want to do is stay home, but he'd never hear of that." Heidi was an
attractive woman, the type of lady who'd look more comfortable at the
opera than in a forest.
I stood and talked to her for about half an hour while the men kept up
with their serious dissertation on the Joys of camping.
We went back to our campsite, but halfway through the afternoon, Jeff
approached my husband and asked if he'd like to go deep into the woods
on a nature hike. He agreed and asked me if I'd like to join.
"No darling, you go ahead," I said. "I'll sit and relax." In past years
the nature hikes took somewhere close to five hours. I watched them
leave, feeling a bit jealous.
I sat reading a paperback when Heidi approached me. "Well, it looks as
if history is once again repeating itself," she said with disdain in
her voice. "Leave the wife behind."
I could tell there was both anger and frustration in her voice. "Women
are the most neglected breed of people in the world. But us gals got to
stick together. Right?" Uttering those words, she hugged me around the
shoulders and pulled me closer to her I took it as an innocent gesture
more than anything else.
After I felt a couple of mosquitoes feasting on my blood, I suggested
that we both go into the tent to escape more bloodletting, Heidi
nodded, agreeing, happily following me inside the tent. I sat close to
her, and smelled the aroma of her perfume.
She kept edging closer to me I didn't feel uncomfortable until she,
told me how sexy I was and that I was much too beautiful to be cooped
up there in the woods.
"If our husbands neglect us, then we can't neglect one another," she
commented. Her fingers wandered to my legs. I was wearing shorts at the
time. She ran her fingers up as high as possible, then moved them
toward my crotch. I stiffened at first, but as she became bolder and
kissed me on the lips.
I accepted it, not pushing her away. I'd never been kissed by another
woman before, but I think my loneliness had a lot to do with things.
She kissed harder against my lips. I almost fainted into her arms. Her
lips were soft and sensual; She was a smooth operator, because at the
same time she started unbuckling my jeans, sliding them down past my
black panties.
Then she pulled my panties down, exposing my moist cunt lips. Not
knowing how long before our husbands would return, Heidi didn't waste
any time going down on me.
She lapped at my pink protrusions, making slick juice ooze from my
twat. The faster she licked, the hotter and hornier I felt. She planted
her lips onto my throbbing clitoris and hummed a little tune, drawing
me deeper into a sexual frenzy.
My cunt muscles tried to trap her tongue, but it was flicking too fast
to capture. She kept up with her rapid tongue thrusts, luring me from
one sexual plateau to the other. And when I came, I sent tons of gooey
crotch cum into her sucking mouth.
She gulped it down as quickly as my spasming snatch shot it out. I
wanted to go down on her, but she said to save,
it for the next day. I did because Jeff and Darren went out into the
woods again. It gave me lots of opportunity to go down on her, tasting
pussy for the first time!
Now I'm not so negative about camping. I never know if I'll meet
another bored wife who wants to do something kinky to help make the
hours pass more quickly.
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