The following is based on a true experience while camping with my boyfriend and his best friend. Written in literature form and additional embellishments for self publication. All is original content. A long read but worth it. Enjoy!
At the age of 19, my boyfriend William and I would often go camping in the North Georgia mountains. We enjoyed nature. The fact that we had to rough it was a challenge. But we gladly took it on. We would sometimes go alone. Other times we’d enjoy a weekend with friends. Our location of choice was Sarah’s Creek, nestled deep in the North Georgia Mountains. The Chattahoochee National Forest. It offered beautiful views. And we had privacy. Eight miles up the mountain, it was our secluded spot. We would only see the occasional game warden, patrolling the area. Our site was away from the main dirt road and located directly by a creek that flowed with ice cold water.
One weekend in August, we were to go alone for a three-day get away. The day of our departure, my boyfriend’s best friend Scott asked to join us. We welcomed him to come along. Scott was significantly older than me. Eleven years my senior to be exact. He was an attractive man and he had the ability to make anyone laugh at a moment’s notice. For this alone, I was always drawn to him. I enjoyed his company.
It was not a secret that he had a crush on me. He had often flirted with me when William wasn’t around. But he never overstepped the boundaries, to make a move on his best friend’s girl. I enjoyed his attention and found no shame in flirting with him as well. His hair was dark, wavy, and framed his face perfectly. It always seemed to be a mess, but never unkempt. It gave him a boyish look. His eyes were dark brown, just like my own. They almost appeared to be black. He was always clean shaven. He had an athletic build and was just a little under 6 foot tall.
The evening we arrived, we set up camp and enjoyed a nice steak dinner. As the evening grew dark, we sat around the fire sharing stories of past times; laughing at jokes, and sipping on wine before we retreated to our sleeping bags.
The following day, I awoke to the smell of bacon. It was already daylight and I was the last to rise. I dressed and exited our tent. Both William and Scott were cooking a ton of food consisting of eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, grits, and toast. I rarely ate an extensive breakfast and was impressed at all the work they had put into our meal. It was well needed, as we had planned a hike deep into the woods for the late morning. I sat next to the firepit, which was now a pile of ash with charred pieces of unburnt wood.
William poured me a cup of coffee and brought it over to me. He greeted me with a quick kiss on my lips and whispered, “Good morning Beautiful.” I smiled and told him how much I appreciated the gesture and for also allowing me to sleep in. William was a good boyfriend. We’d been together for two years. We had the occasional disagreements as any normal couple experienced. But overall, we got along great.
I had always had a fascination for older men. He was attractive and had the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen. It didn’t take long for me to fall for him. We met at a friend’s birthday party and had hit it off immediately. We had everything in common. The first time we had sex, I was blown away at how experienced he was. He was the first man to make me cum orally. He basked in going down on me. He loved to comment on how fresh I tasted and how wet I would get. His dick was a little over average in length and thick and veiny. He relished in my blow jobs, which allowed him to fill my belly with his seed. I never turned down an opportunity to fuck him. He was by far the best lover I’d ever had. I was undoubtedly hooked.
After eating breakfast and cleaning up, we began our excursion for the day. About 100 yards along the creek was a small waterfall, about three feet in height. It poured directly into a hole about 5 feet wide with enough depth to completely submerge yourself. It was perfectly shaped and seemed to be intentionally made as a bathing hole through the works of Mother Nature herself. This was discovered on our first camping trip there and was immediately designated as our bathing station. The waterfall was perfect to dip your head under. The water was ice cold. Regardless, it was always refreshing on the hottest Summer days.
The August day was already considerably hot. Georgia can produce some of the hottest days that time of year. The humidity didn’t make things any more comfortable. We moved forward, taking breaks along the way. We had travelled over two miles, our destination unplanned and unknown.
With the temperature reaching the mid nineties by noon, we decided to return. Once we arrived at camp, we removed our backpacks. I promptly drank one of the bottled waters from the cooler. I sat in my chair and was grateful to relax. Eager to dip into the cold water of the creek to cool off, I asked William if he would care to join me. “I’ll wait. I’m looking forward to a short nap,” he replied. I kissed him on the forehead and told him I would return shortly. I decided I would take the opportunity to bathe since I was going in the water anyway. I collected fresh clothes and gathered my bath caddy.
I left William alone in our tent, removed my hiking boots and slipped on my flip flops. Scott was sitting on a cooler enjoying a cold beer. He was wearing a red ball cap, that sat low above his dark eyes. I smiled inside at how cute he looked in it. His wavy curls extending out. I gave him a quick goodbye and informed him that I would be back soon to fix a nice lunch. He joked, “Be careful and give out a loud scream if any bears find you. I’ll be sure to run the other direction” as he cracked a mischievous smile. I laughed and promptly told him, “I won’t scream, but I’ll be sure to point him this way.”
I followed the path that led to the bathing hole. I was only somewhat nervous anytime I travelled alone on the mountain trails. And to be honest, the mention of bears made my mind wander. We had at least on one occasion had a bear visit our campsite. It was in the early hours of the morning. One of the most frightful encounters of my life. Luckily, the bear was more interested in the leftover ribs we had left out by accident. He retreated after his small snack and I had the worst sleep of my life. I take that back. There was no sleep after that. It was a weekend never to be forgotten.
But little did I know, the current weekend was also never to be forgotten. I continued along the trail, and briefly heard the faint cracks of small tree branches. This usually meant wildlife was in the area. I looked around cautiously. Soon I was assured there were no threatening animals lurking in the distance. But the sound continued. The sound was coming from behind me. I stopped and turned. Eventually, I caught a glimpse of red through the bushes in the turn of the path. I briefly thought to myself and realized the red belonged to the cap that Scott was wearing. But it was motionless and low.
It dawned on me that he was following me and was now crouching behind a bush in the hopes of not being seen. It seemed I had a peeping Tom on my hands. I had no doubt of his intentions. He was after all, fully aware that I was going to be bathing. And if his intentions were to protect me from any misfortunate events, surely he would’ve let me know. Regardless, I was stunned. But I was intrigued as well. Something stirred in me at the thought of him wanting to watch me. I never really viewed myself as an exhibitionist but was excited to experience it.
I returned to walking the distance to the waterfall, my thoughts consumed with anticipation in giving Scott the pleasure of watching me during a private moment. I walked along the shallow water of the creek, stopping a short distance from the waterfall. A large flat boulder laid against the brink of the creek. It always served as a table to lay out my clothes and my bathing supplies. I placed everything on it and turned to face the path. I saw nothing. Not even a glimpse of red. I had to wonder if I had scared him into returning to the campsite. I decided he couldn’t have and proceeded to undress.
I removed my tank top and shorts to reveal my bikini underneath. It is how I had always bathed when we were there. I was thick and curvy. I had always been told by lovers that I am voluptuous. My bikini top barely held my double D sized breasts. It was by far the greatest feature of my body. They were squeezed together to form cleavage, and somewhat bulging over the edge of fabric. Most bikini tops were too small for me. I always had to go a size up. I playfully tinkered with the elastic of my bottoms to properly align them. With my back turned to the path, looking down and over my shoulder, I ran my fingers underneath the elastic of the rear. Pulling them out slightly to slap back against my plump ass. I was hoping Scott was in the thick of the woods somewhere. I was not doing all of this out of habit. I wanted to give him a show he’d never forget. I felt free. Lively. Sexy. In all honesty, I was turning myself on. I could already feel the wetness teeming in the crotch of my bikini bottom.
I picked up my shower gel and waded through the water, toward the waterfall. I gingerly stepped down into the water hole. It was cold. But I embraced it on that hot day. The depth of it enveloped me up to my waist. I turned my back to the waterfall and leaned my head back to wet my long hair. The icy temperatures of the water produced goosebumps all over my skin. I felt my nipples harden and swell beneath the thin fabric of my swimsuit. They continued to harden, almost painfully. I didn’t resist touching them. It were as if I had discovered them for the first time.
I rubbed them with both hands, the water serving as a natural lubricant. My hardened breaths escaped my mouth, agape and pouty. I pulled the inside of the fabric to the sides to allow my tits to fall with a strong bounce. I took the shower gel and begin to lather both tits, focusing on my nipples. I pinched them and pulled on them. It put me into a state of irrefutable desire. I laid my head back and released a heavy sigh, circling my breasts harder and faster, squeezing them together.
Pushing one hand down my stomach, I slid my hand into my swimsuit. My fingers brushed past the small triangle of peach fuzz neatly groomed above my clit. I continued and slid between my slippery lips. I was soaking wet, my honey exuding from my pussy which was now clinching, begging to be penetrated. She was controlling my every move. I had even almost forgotten about my perverted friend watching me. I was entangled in the overpowering covets of carnal pleasure. But my actions were hidden beneath the water. I decided to exit and remove my top entirely. Also removing the bottoms of my bikini letting them drop to the sandy floor of the creek scattered with small pebbles. My tits jiggled, as I carefully tried to balance myself on the rocks beneath my bare feet.
I sat on the nearby boulder where my clothes were. It allowed me to sit, facing Scott’s direction. I was completely nude now. My body glossy from the water, my nipples still hard and protruding. I parted my legs and slid my fingers down, stopping at my clit. The thick, white cream of my pre-cum was covering my crevice. I pressed down hard on my clit and felt a small jolt shake through my loins. I was going to have to take it slow unless I wanted to cum immediately. But I was enjoying being the star of this show. There was no hastening now.
Lowering my head backwards, I softly moaned as I entered my fingers into the tight entrance of my glistening cunt. I bent my legs up to place my feet on the rock, slowly finger fucking myself. Passion soared through my entire being as I felt primal in the woods surrounding me. I pulled my fingers from myself and brought them to my lips. I glossed them over with the slick balm that came from my sensitive sheath. Puckering my lips around them, I sucked them clean. I relished my taste and was thirsty for more. Returning my fingers to my pussy, I stopped at my protruding knob and pressed lightly while encircling it; raising my hips while grinding myself into the humid air.
And then I saw it. A glimpse of red. But this time it was moving toward me. It was not hidden. Shocked at his fearless forthcoming I slowly stopped and placed my hips back onto the rock. He was in clear view now. His pants were removed. He still wore the soft t-shirt he had on before and was wearing grey boxer briefs. His shoes had been removed. I could clearly see the outline of his glorious cock. It was impressive. The bulge implied it was thick.
I was speechless but no part of me wanted to tell him to leave. I was desperately curious at what was to follow. His eyes were locked on mine. I received the impression he was not going to speak either. He briskly walked through the water and was almost immediately in front of me. He took his hat off and shook his head to allow his hair to naturally fall into place. He removed his t-shirt and tossed it on the rock I was sitting on. I won’t forget how he looked. He was most certainly handsome, sexy. He was tanned and the shadows of the trees dancing over his skin only added to his appeal. I realized how I had been lusting for him more than I had ever cared to admit. His briefs revealed a small wet spot of pre-cum at the top of them. “Is this what you want?” he asked as he tightly gripped and stroked his shaft through the cotton fabric. His confidence was alluring.
Somehow, with my mind racing, I managed to tell him yes. I was still trying to ingest it all. He pulled down the elastic waistband and his cock fell hard, bouncing until coming to a rest. It was pointing up and was as rigid as the boulder I was sitting on. He was thick, and a little over average, similar to William’s. But the head of it was massive, towering atop his shaft. I’d never seen a larger head on a cock before. I admired the beauty of his endowment. The thought of wrapping my wetness around it made the inside of my pussy contract, making room to grip him.
He stepped forward and grabbed the back of my head, tightly gripping locks of my wet hair. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to take him. I stopped shortly of reaching it and kissed the tip to dip my lips into his meatus. Licking my lips to taste his pre-cum I said, “Mmmm… *that’s* what I want.” Wrapping my lips around the head, he started pushing himself into me. As my lips slipped over the crown, he let out a small groan. I pulled back to the tip, my tongue sliding along his shaft, leaving traces of slick saliva. I began sucking harder as I approached. I reached one hand around, gripping his firm cheek. He continued forcing himself into me and I was able to take most of him. I could feel the large head squeezing itself into my throat.
“Fuck that feels good.” He said as he pushed harder and forced himself completely into me. My eyes watered. I was unable to breath and was about to gag when he pulled back and started to furiously face fuck me. I gripped my other hand around his sack, squeezing and massaging his balls. My moans were harder. I could feel my juices slowly glide down onto my asshole like hot honey. His speed quickened and I felt him get larger. My mouth was rapidly bobbing onto him, eager to taste every drop of his milky cum. He pulled himself out of me, took me by the arms and pulled me up. With his hand on the small of my back, he pulled me into him. My back was arched and he began sucking on my nipples. His other hand reached down and began to tease my clit. I was breathless, I had never wanted to be fucked so badly. Then taking me by the hips, he turned me away from him. I bent over propping myself onto the large rock.
I parted my legs and felt anxious as I offered myself to him. He separated my lower ass cheeks. Pressing firmly on my clit with his tongue, crawling the length of my pussy lips. Stopping to rim my asshole for some time as his thumbs toyed inside my velvet walls. Returning his lips to my hardened knob, he sucked and flickered his tongue against it. My entire body shuddered. I slowly began to thrust my cunt into him. My pelvis rocking in a slow, circular motion. My legs spread further, at the thought of how I could somehow offer more of myself to him. He mumbled at how sweet I tasted. In a loud whisper I told him, “I need you to fuck me. Please, I can’t contain it anymore.” “Not until you cum,” he commanded. I continued to grind my pelvis into him as he teased my clit unmercifully, sucking on it then stopping to extend his tongue into my cunt. I shrilled when pushed the tip of his thumbs inside my asshole.
My body felt on fire as anticipation soared through me into whirlpools of delirium. I couldn’t get enough. I felt my pussy tighten and start to pulsate. The walls of my cunt shook me into spasms of a quivering decadence. Euphoria spilled into the hemispheres of my mind. I had never cum so hard before. My loud moans, gasps and screams were certainly heard deep into the woods surrounding us. I didn’t care. My body was being controlled by raw passion and nothing could stop me. I wanted to belong to him.
Just as quickly as I came, he started pushing himself into me; the head squeezing between my inner lips. A sound I’ve never heard escaped my lips. He moaned deeply as he gripped my hips and began to pump deeper into my plentiful pussy. I began to curl and roll my pelvis on the salacious cock inside of me. He suddenly stopped and stood motionless as I grinded all of him into me. I watched from below as the cum slid out of me, dripping below into the flow of the creek water. “You’re fucking insatiable.” He uttered as he continued to watch me passionately roll up and down onto the thickness of his shaft. I grunted and moaned as if I was taken over by a wild animal. He grabbed my long hair and began to rapidly dig deep and hard into me, my tits bouncing above the rock. I began to feel my body succumb to him again, as his divine rod tapped deeper into my inner flesh. Our bodies united into an animalistic dance of currents of pleasure. I could feel the intense heat of his fiery fury coursing through my veins. My submission spilling over like the waterfall before us.
He grunted loudly and began to fill me with hot, creamy ropes of cum. He continued cumming as my wet walls shook hard, writhing upon the veiny skin of his dick. The intensity of it forced him to slap my ass hard, then squeezing it tightly. I wailed profoundly. I don’t remember any pain. Exasperated, our bodies began to relax. He pulled himself from me. I turned around to sit and saw his dick glistening with our combined cum. I pulled him to me and began to lick off the remains of our lustful affair. I looked up at him and smiled with appreciation. He ran his fingers through my hair and said, “That’s my girl.”
He kissed me on the top of my head, dressed and left to retrieve his jeans. I returned to my bath and washed off. My body was shaken. My mind was consumed with instant replays revolving through it like a preview of a sultry porn flick. I felt so awakened and alive. I slowly got dressed, gathered my things and walked back to the camp site. My boyfriend was awake and chopping wood for our campfire. I looked at him and felt so dirty. But I smiled at the thought of what I had just experienced. I could no longer say that my boyfriend had made me cum harder than anyone before. My pussy still felt tingly and I felt it clinch again at the thought of Scott fucking me.
About 30 minutes later, he returned. And from a different direction. I was grateful, as I didn’t want anything to look suspicious. He said a quick hello to us and let us know that he was going into his tent to take a nap. Later that night, William asked me to enter Scott’s tent and turn off his radio. It was distracting, and he couldn’t fall asleep. I agreed to do so and entered his tent. After I turned the radio off, I leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips and whispered “Goodnight.” He awakened and pulled me back to him, kissing me deeply. I realized at that moment that it was the first kiss we shared. We said goodnight and I quickly returned to my tent.
The rest of the weekend wasn’t as tense as I had expected. Everything went back to the way it was. On occasion, he and I would glance at each other. He would wink and I would reciprocate with a wink and a reassuring smile. I had to wonder if we would ever get together again.
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Exasperated?