Long Weekend in the Mountains [M/F] [M-to-F Oral, Outdoors]

hello! mr. background story here. skip to the first bold words if you want to start where it gets sexy.

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some provincial campgrounds in british columbia are open year round, left to visitors to maintain and keep clean. at a certain point in the year, usually early spring, full services are resumed. garbage collection, firewood service… and nightly fees.

so early in our relationship my ex and i occasionally camped in the off-season, willing to brave the near freezing temperatures in our rugged full-fly tent so long as we had our sub-zero sleeping bags and one another. we didn’t have a lot of money at this time since she was in school and my job paid me hourly and poorly. at least once or twice a year we’d decide, on a thursday, to make a long weekend trip to a campground a few hours outside of civilization depending on how the weather looked. no reservations, no fees, no people. just her and i listening to music, reading, hiking, canoeing, drinking and fucking. even now i don’t think i could come up with more perfect weekend if i tried.

this particular time, as we sometimes did, we had invited all of our friends to show up for a day trip if they felt like it. we’d give them the location and just head out of cell service range. we wouldn’t wait for a response so we were never waiting around for anybody to show up. sometimes they would, sometimes they wouldn’t. it was always a welcome surprise to see a familiar car pull up and friends start to pile out with bundles of firewood and coolers full of food and drink.

when we arrived on friday in the afternoon the campground was completely empty aside from us. some kids (i say kids, but we were 23) had left a bunch of garbage in some nearby double sites, so we spent an hour picking up cans and all manner of plastic shit before we went for a walk around the edge of the lake. this campground bordered on a gorgeous lake with huge stone banks that heated up in the sun and were relatively flat, so you could lay out for hours and jump in and out to cool off or warm up.

although bears and mountain lions were uncommon we were usually on our toes. we’d talk loudly making sure to make any animals aware of our presence, sometimes we’d bring a portable music player, sometimes we’d sing our favorite 80’s pop songs at full volume. basically we had an entire provincial park to ourselves and it was rare to feel anything other than completely alone, just the two of us. since it was unseasonably warm and we had hiked a fair number of hills, cleaned up some trash and set up camp we were both a bit sweaty. neither of us had brought our bathing suits with us on the walk because we didn’t expect to want to swim today. to be fair i never really wanted to swim, but she always did.

and i always liked to watch her.

so i suggested we go for a swim knowing she would protest. she didn’t have her suit, to which i said i was aware. she didn’t have a towel or an extra pair of socks to wear in her running shoes, to which i told her i’d carry her back soaking wet. she looked around for people even though there were none. she was clearly nervous to strip down to her underwear let alone get completely undressed. she was wearing fairly short shorts and a tank top, her perfect thighs showing a short “tan gradient” where she went from fairly dark to stark white. i looked forward to later in the summer when she had that bikini line tan on her ass, but for now i just smiled and started to strip down to my boxers.

i walked down to the water and she followed me to the edge. this lake was fed from a mountain you could see in the distance. it was still snow-capped and it would be for the next few months. it was quick moving so it was always clean but always cold. i knew it would be but the second i stepped in my dick leapt into my abdominal cavity. i steeled myself and waded in carefully, the underwater rocks slippery with some type of algae. i looked back, treading water and grinning at her, careful not to let on how cold it was. she had her arms crossed and her head tilted to the side, but smiling all the same. i knew the look meant that if i asked her to come in she would come in.

“cold, isn’t it?” she laughed.

i shook my head no and dove under. the water here was extremely clear and i could see a whole bunch of little fish scatter away from me, as if they all had next-generation fish AI. when i popped back up to the surface her shoes and socks were off and she had her fingers on the button of her shorts. i swam further out and when i looked back she was in her bra and panties, a matching grey set which for camping surprised me a little. she didn’t care much for appearances underneath her clothes but luckily for her it looked a lot like a bikini. she could at least maintain a little of her modesty.

she stepped in and immediately back out with an adorable yelp. i just maintained eye contact with her as she complained and waited patiently. this worked as it always did, and soon she was paddling up to me, a cute little chatter of her teeth becoming obvious as she got closer. i wrapped my arms around her and we kissed for a while. there wasn’t a lot of swimming to be done at this time of year as it was just too cold. unless we were full-on distance swimming she’d be hypothermic in no time. so i teased her a bit until i wrapped her arms around my neck and swam her to shore.

i climbed out of the water with her in piggyback mode, sure to reach back and grab as much of her big beautiful ass as i could. i walked past our clothes and she protested a little, but instead of letting her down i walked back to our campsite this way and held on tight. both of us in our underwear. i knew she liked the naughty side of her sexual personality a little bit, but was also slightly ashamed of it. she needed her hand held sometimes just to show her it was alright to enjoy being ‘naughty.’ not that this was. this was just two people walking back to camp in an empty campsite.

when we got back i stood her on the picnic table in the site. the ground was rocky and she didn’t want to step down. i went to grab her a towel but before i handed it to her i realized she was somewhat at my mercy. she couldn’t get to the tent without walking across a lot of sharp stones. i teased her a bit by getting close to handing it to her and then walking past, or putting it on a camping chair nearby just out of her reach. she laughed every time i feigned ignorance of how badly she wanted the towel and how cold she was.

**“i gave you a ride back from the lake and you’ve refused to pay me for the service,” i said sternly.**

she asked what i wanted which was obvious to both of us. nobody around but just us two, the waning sunlight poking through the huge cedar trees and dappling all over her dripping wet skin. all i wanted, i told her, was to see all of her at once. she protested with a smile but relented rather quickly. she removed her bra first and her nipples were beet red, fully erect and covered in goosebumps. i wanted so badly to warm them up with my mouth but she wasn’t done yet so i waited. she slid her underwear down and revealed her always fully shaven V. she had incredible proportions for my tastes. it was an amazing hourglass, a bit thicker at the hips where it ought to be. i’m pretty sure i could get a semi from her shadow.

“towel please?”

i waited a few seconds and then handed it to her. she wrapped it around her and she stood on the bench shivering. i walked over and lay my head between her breasts and wrapped my arms around her ass. we stood for a moment discussing what we’d do for dinner and i told her i’d make her a fire first to warm up. she brightened up quickly so i bent her over my shoulder and carried her to the tent to get dressed. i slipped on a pair of shorts and built a small fire while i waited for her.

a few minutes later i called for her and she said she wasn’t coming out in a playful, petulant voice. she usually did this when she wanted something from me or had changed her mind and wanted me to be ok with it. i asked her why and she told me the sleeping bag was really warm so she wanted to stay in there. i joked about dragging her out and she kept up the charade, so i toweled myself off as well and went into the tent, grumbling about how she was so difficult.

when i got inside and unzipped the sleeping bag, she laughed and rolled away from me, exposing her bare back and ass. she hadn’t gotten dressed. i scolded her about how she was supposed to get her clothes on as i removed what little i was wearing. she loved being the little spoon so slipped in behind her, very aware that my previously retracted dick had returned to neutral position. and i was definitely on my way to full operation mode.

the jokes subsided as i wrapped myself around her and zipped the sleeping bag up behind me. truth be told i was pretty cold as well, but i was much warmer than her. i rubbed her arms and wrapped my legs around hers trying to get some heat back into her. the process, of course, left my cock in the crack of her ass. either she noticed and wanted to encourage me or wanted to make a little more friction for warmth so she started grinding back into me, which was about all the encouragement i needed to make sure this went all the way.

i lifted her arm up and kissed from her back, across her armpit where she giggled and to her mouth. so, we were spooning but she was twisted around at the torso. i massaged her tits
under the guise of warming up as we made out. she was very good which i appreciated as kissing is a big part of foreplay for me. i slipped my hand into her wet hair right at the back of her head and pulled her towards me, lightly massaging her scalp. this wasn’t really an erotic thing on her own but i knew she liked it, and she moaned lightly.

i felt her feet between my legs were especially cold. her feet were usually cold and always appreciated me warming them up. so partly as a joke i started to slide down the air mattress behind her, my big spoon sliding away from her little spoon. she laughed as i kissed down her spine to the point where my face was right at her tailbone and my hands could reach her feet. i massaged them and occasionally slipped my cock into the mix. it was warm so it was only fair. i started to kiss her ass, which i have to repeat was quite large. it was basically my favorite place to play, and although anal penetration was rarely allowed (all the lube, preparation, alcohol and desire hadn’t worked well yet) i spent a lot of time there orally.

obviously oral was more rare when we were camping but it was our first day and we had taken a swim. neither of us had used the toilets up here. and i may have slipped a hand into her panties while we were treading water.

i kissed closer to her crack and she willingly lifted a cheek. again, this was a big ass. it took some work to get anywhere. i loved every single inch of it. ass worship would be the simple term, but it was more than that. it was a lifestyle. whenever she’d change, i’d sneak a peek. whenever we were standing in line, i’d have a hand on it. when we would shower together, i’d volunteer to clean up my station. she was always clean.

today she smelled like lakewater and it was heavenly. i kissed all around her asshole as i warmed up her feet before i threw her leg over my shoulder. i pulled the sleeping bag up and handed her the edge. i was in complete darkness now as i laid between her legs but i’d been here a lot before and knew my way around without the use of sight. i rubbed my hands all over her still cold body very slowly and felt the goosebumps all over. she shivered as my warm breath washed across her. i started slow and low, licking around her opening and lightly entering with my tongue, making sure not to touch her clit. i could feel her sliding towards me expecting me to go at my usual pace, which is usually too excited to go slow.

but this was camping and we had all night to do whatever we wanted so i took my time. usually when i was giving oral she would be very passive and experiential. it was a slow build to an orgasm for her this way but it usually resulted in some pretty significant shaking and breathing. i loved to watch her chest rise and fall as she came, gripping the bedsheets or the pillows under her head. but this time she reached under the sleeping bag and for her clit, but i stopped her hand. i held it for a few minutes as i continued to flirt with her hood, never spending enough time there. she broke her hand free and grabbed my hair at some point and just forced me to where i needed to be.

i still held back from full engagement though. i wanted to see how frustrated and ready to fuck she could be. i was rock hard and ready but i loved her when she told me what she wanted. i kept up the ruse for a few minutes before she told me she wanted to cum. i knew it would be a quick one.

it was now that we heard an unfamiliar sound for the day. distinct engine noise. not a boat either. a car. and it was getting closer. she flipped the sleeping bag down and looked me in the eye. her pale skin had a bit more of a red pigment now, she had certainly warmed up in the last 10 minutes. her face was perfect with no make-up. her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly open.

now or never.

i went hard on the clit. i went into sex toy mode. smooth, even, long, repeated quick strokes from bottom to top. she tried to squirm away a little in protest but i held the top of her thighs down. i knew what worked quickest for her and i knew she would cum within 30 seconds if she let herself. but i couldn’t tell her that. if i let up on the technique i knew she would get a bit further away from orgasm, and if i allowed for conversation i was sure she would choose to continue this later.

the car was close now.

i continued and she came on cue.

the engine cut.

her head rolled to the side and her back arched.

the doors opened.

she tightened her legs around my head and covered my ears.

i could hear the doors slamming closed but that was about it.

i looked up at her and she had her index finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet.

“you guys here? yahwehyo? yahwehyette? … guess they’re at the lake.”

footsteps crunched in the rocks and pine needles right alongside our tent within only a few feet of us at our most vulnerable. the shadow of a good friend slid right across her gorgeous body which, to me, is one of the hottest memories i have. the concern on her face, the excitement in her eyes and her flushed red cheeks, all visible looking up her little belly and between her cute C cup tits. the footsteps receded towards the lake and the campsite was quiet once again.

she was completely still even when i knew our friends were gone, so i made the first move to roll away. she waited even longer to hear if anyone reacted to the noise of my movement before quickly getting dressed. she giggled nervously and told me to say that we’d been out on a hike and just came back to see the car in our site, once our friends returned. she pulled a new pair of dry panties over her gorgeous ass.

“we’ll finish this later,” i told her.

our friends didn’t spend the night.

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hope this is interesting to some! i know it’s not really standard fare being just oral but it’s one of a few vivid memories that i have from my younger days. alcohol has taken many of those away… there is a pretty exciting “sequel” to this day that i could write, but i’m not 100% *certain* that the night i’m thinking of happened on the same day. in my mind they’re the same day but this was like 8 years ago so i might have combined those memories. anyway, if you want to read it let me know. thanks for checking this out. :)

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