Running into a College [F]ling while Ca[m]ping [cheating]

*We are in section L152, so practically neighbors!*

I hastily text her before stashing my phone. The surprise encounter still fresh in my mind. Still marveling at how small the world can be some times. One minute you are finishing setting up camp with your wife, and the next you are running into an old college fling. Almost groaning out at the memory of how she teased me with memories of our college adventures, or just how good her ass looked as she walked back to her friends and camp site.

Leaving me to compose myself before returning to mine… “Did you grab the buns and snacks from the pantry?” My wife’s voice calls out from the back of the car. Did I? Fuck. No I didn’t. It was still sitting on the shelf where I put it after we got back from the grocery store.

“No, that is safe and sound at home. Did we forget anything else?” I call out as I walk towards the car. Glancing over our bags and equipment spread from the car to our tent.

“I guess the booze too.” I can hear the disappointment in my wife’s voice. Realizing that all of our careful planning really was thrown to the wind with a late and hasty departure for our first long weekend of the summer. Leaving us with the choice of driving into town together for supplies, or one of us staying back to finish setting up camp before it gets too dark.

The faint vibration from the phone in my pocket quickly prompted me to suggest the latter. Promising to have everything set up and the fire going by the time she returned. An easy decision given how much convincing it took to go tent camping instead of to the cabin this summer. I wait until half of the gear is stored in the tent before giving into the temptation of checking my phone:

*Too bad you can’t join me on the trail behind our camp sites right now*

I can feel that longing. That urge building at the possibility.

I tease back: *I might have to check it out before my wife returns from town with dinner*

Placing another bag in the tent before I pull out the site map again. Taking a better look at the surrounding camp sites, and trails. Knowing things are escalating too quickly when my phone vibrates again

*Maybe I should keep you company until she returns*

Escalating indeed. I can feel my body reacting to the possibility, the promise. But the remaining daylight and proximity of the other camp sites dictates my response: *Or just meet me on the trail be L144, just to catch up.*

“It is just a tease,” I start to convince myself. “Two old friends reconnecting. It wasn’t all sexual in college and we can be adults,” I rationalize. Tossing a water and blanket into my backpack. Zipping up the tent with the rest of our gear out of site, and heading off in the direction of the meeting point. If nothing else, it will give me a better lay of the land and the chance to scavenge for kindling.

Walking past other camp sites, as I make my way to the trail. Recognizing some of the trail markers and railings along the wood line to entice campers to go exploring. It wasn’t until I started on the trail that I saw that she already was waiting. Looking better in her shorts and tank top than I remember from our surprise encounter.

“Hello again,” I smile. Not even thinking. Just slipping into old habits as I pull her close, hugging her right on the trail. Giving into the intoxication of the moment. Feeling her arms wrapped around me, her soft body pressed against mine. Lost in just how close her face is to mine for a moment before breaking free to focus on being a good friend and faithful husband.

“So, have you check out this trail yet?” I shift the focus away from the clear tension. Parting from the embrace, fingers trailing along the small of her back as we both turn to follow the trail away from the other camp sites. Walking side by side, a little too close. Forgetting the years that stood between our last encounter. Finding conversation to flow as easily as it always had while we let the trail wind us deeper into the woods. Catching up on our lives, careers, and relationships, the highlights since our times in college.

Letting relationships slowly digress into our sex lives. So lost in the conversation I don’t catch on to why she stopped suddenly. “So, does your wife appreciate how well you eat her out as much as I did in college?”

I stumble for a moment, not certain if the smile on her face is because of my shocked expression at her boldness, the fondness of the memories, or a blend of the two. My response coming out faster than it should have given the privacy of our conversation. “Of course, you know I can’t say no to eating a girl out.”

A coy smile and raised eyebrow were quickly followed up by her sly invitation, “Oh, you still can’t say no?”

Turning off the trail, I watch her slowly ascend a small hill. Almost certain her hips are swaying far more than they should. Her long bare legs looking perfect and sexy. Savoring the tease, the temptation as she stopped half way hidden by a tree at the crest of the hill. Following her fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts. Watching them slowly slide down her smooth ass, revealing a tiny black thong underneath, before stepping out of sight of the trail.

That contrast of her pale skin against her blank thong the only thing on my mind before I realize I am at the top of the hill. Finding her sitting on a fallen log. Hiking shoes pulled together. “This isn’t the first time you are going to say no, are you?” she teases, slowly opening her legs.

No. No it was not. My mind was made up before I even closed the distance between us. Sliding the backpack from my shoulders. Letting it fall to the ground before I pull out a towel. Tossing it over the log next to her. Watching her body slowly shift over. Enjoying the soft femininity of her movements. Already feeling my urge, my need growing.

A small part of me screaming to stop before it crosses a line, to return to the campsite before my wife returns. But her look. Glancing up at me in anticipation or feeling my tongue on her dripping pussy once again silences every voice in my head but the one that mattered. Reaching down, letting my fingers run through her hair before closing my hand into a fits. Lightly but firmly pulling her hair, making her look up at me as I lean down. Kissing her lips.

A primal groan escaping them, as I suck on her bottom lip. Teeth teasing a soft bite as I kiss her harder. My free hand gently squeezing her neck. A soft, firm moment where I have her in my control. Kissing her just how we both need before letting all the years of pent up frustration out.

Releasing her neck. My fingers parting her thighs. Resting my forehead against hers as we look down at her parting legs. Watching my fingertips reaching forward to slowly press against the tight black fabric guarding her pussy.

“Is this what you need?” I ask. My voice low and commanding. My fingers tightening their grip again in her hair, making her slowly look up at me. While my fingers grind against her clit. Pulling the thong to the side.

“I know this is what you really need. I can feel how wet you are for me,” I tease before slowly letting a finger slide deep inside of her. Feeling the how wet, how hot her need is. Releasing her hair. Slowly pushing her back onto the log, pulling her thong farther to the side. Exposed and dripping. A familiar sight from our adventures in college.

One hand holding her thong to the side. The other slowly sliding up her body. The tip of my tongue teasing. Lightly trailing up her lips to her swollen clit. Slowly sucking her inside my mouth as I let out a long, deep groan. Savoring the taste as my tongue slowly grinds back and forth. Holding her legs open. Keeping her in place as I teased.

My tongue circling down until I am nearly slipping inside of her. Teasing back and forth as I let her moans wash over me. My other hand reaching up to squeeze her breast. The smell of her need flood my mind. Until all I can think about, all I can focus on is the urge for more. Every gasp and moan causing my tongue to tease her faster, and a little harder. Grinding back and forth against her, slipping inside only to return to her swollen clit. Building the tension and primal need to surrender to her orgasm until she was right on the brink.

Easing off. Keeping her there. Smirking at the frustrated glance she sent down to her thighs, realizing the torturous game I had her stuck in. Walking the fine line between pleasure and the bliss of orgasmic release. Keeping her in limbo. Pushing her right to the edge before backing off.

“Is there something you need?” I tease. Sucking on her dripping pussy again, giving her a different line of pleasure then the one before. Both hands sliding down to her hips. Holding her close as my tongue dances across her clit again. Holding her in place. Not letting her move closer or away from my teasing until I finally hear that she is broken.

“Please, just fuck me”

Building her orgasm one final time before I pull back completely. Leaving her on that desperate edge. Needing another moment before crashing over the edge.

“Bend over,” I command. Rolling the edge of the towel over itself to give some cushion as her forearms rest against the wood. Legs spread. Shorts discarded on the ground. Ass in the air as I pull her thong to the side over one sexy ass cheek. The feeling of my hard bare cock pressing against her wet lips, as the sound of my belt clinks to the ground.

Teasing her yet again with the temptation, the torture of having me right there.

“This is as far as we ever went in college. Just to this point of teasing.” Letting her need coat my married cock. Teasing her yet again with the temptation, the torture of having me right there. The point of no return for us, in more ways than one. My hand gripping her hip, as the other squeezed the base of my cock. Keeping control of the pressure against her. Keeping the teasing going for a moment longer, as we both appreciate the line about to be crossed.

“I am too horny to stop this time,” I groan before pushing the head inside of her. Slowly sinking into her. Inch by inch. Her loud moan only encouraging me to slide in deeper, until I have her filled completely. Savoring that brief moment, that full and complete connection. Slowly pulling back,

Enjoying just how wet my hardness is from her need. My fingers digging into her hips. Letting the tension that has been building from the moment our paths suddenly crossed again just take over the moment. Pushing back inside of her, hard and deep. In and out, the rhythmic sound of our bodies crashing into each other nearly drowned out by her moans as her orgasm finally crashed through her. Holding her back against me. Buried deep inside of her, savoring each primal squeeze of her orgasm.

Not letting her recover before I started slowly again. Letting tempo build. One hand on her hip, the other reaching down to her hair again. Squeezing and pulling firmly again. Arching her back slightly, as I thrust deep inside of her. Keeping her in place as my hand slid from her hip down to her thigh, raising one knee up onto the folded towel.

Pushing just a little deeper inside of her. Going faster. Harder. Forgetting that there was a camp ground just down the trail. That anyone could walk by, or that my phone might be ringing at that moment. Focused only on my need to finally fuck her full of my thick hot seed. In and out. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

Knowing it is too late to stop. Feeling my own orgasm growing. The need rising and desperate to escape. Slowing down to saver the feeling, how wet and tight she is wrapped around me. Letting go of her hair to place my hands on her hips. Seeing her gaze as she looks back to watch my own orgasm approach.

“I’m not pulling out. I need to cum inside of you.” I tell her. Pushing back inside of her hard. Filling her. Trying to get as deep inside of her as I can. Letting that raw orgasmic bliss just take complete control. Moaning out as my body tenses up. As I hold her hips tight back against my body. My orgasm thundering through me as I explode inside of her. Wave after wave of thick hot cum filling her. Until every last drop is inside of her.

Savoring the afterglow as we catch our breath before I finally pull out slowly. Cleaning up as reality starts to creep back into our minds. Realizing this brief nature walk went on for far too long, as I start to make my way down the hill towards the trail. Stopping to look back.

“I’ll text you later if I need some more company this camping trip.”

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