The Camping Trip Part 3 of 3

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Part 3

The next morning, Dave was punctual and picked me up at about 10:00 am. He was dressed quite casually; a long sleeved cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below the elbow and a pair of loose khaki cargo shorts. As we turned towards his jeep, I took a quick look at his ass. I really love a nice ass on a man and Dave’s didn’t disappoint me.

We drove out of the campground and turned onto a winding, paved road that led deeper into the mountains. The noise of the motor wind prevented any meaningful conversation, but we exchanged pleased looks as I caught him looking at my legs and feet clad only in the briefest sandals. I had sat up by lantern light and painted my toenails the brightest red color that Jeni and I had. Dave had obviously noticed and was ogling my legs and feet.

We stopped at a stop sign and he leaned over towards me. “I wanted to stop by my place and pick up a picnic lunch I prepared”, he said. “Do you mind a little detour?” I assured him that it was all right, and he put the jeep in gear and made a left turn onto a gravel road that led steeply up into the mountains.

Dave was busy driving and shifting gears and I could see his muscles working as he drove, flexing as he operated the clutch and gear shift. I began to fantasize about him picking me up with those strong muscles and carrying me to his bed.

I shook my head to clear the vision, and began to watch the scenery. In a few moments, we stopped in front of a beautiful log cabin nestled among the trees. “It’s not much”, he said, “but it’s home.”

“I think it’s beautiful”, I said as we climbed the steps of the cabin onto the wide porch furnished with several rocking chairs. “I didn’t know I liked rustic, but I like this.”

Dave opened the carved hardwood front door, and the illusion of a rustic cabin was shattered. The hardwood floors were scattered with Berber rugs. Sturdy furniture of heavy oak and pine tastefully accented the room, facing a large stone chimney. A simple staircase led to the upper floor where I assumed the bedroom was. Everything appeared clean and modern.

“The basket is in the kitchen, but I need to get wine out of the cellar”, he said. “Feel free to look around while I get it ready to go.” He exited out a side door in the kitchen and I began to walk slowly around the room, examining this and that. I wondered what his bedroom was like, so I quietly climbed the stairs and opened the only door.

His room was furnished in the same heavy oak and pine style as the rest of the house, with the same Berber rugs on the floor. The dresser and end table complimented the centerpiece of the room: a large four-poster bed. The bed was covered in a simple, handmade quilt, and as I reached out to touch it, I realized that it concealed a feather mattress. I sighed audibly as I thought what it must be like to make love on such softness.

“Do you like it”, he said from the doorway. I almost jumped out of my skin as he chuckled. “Don’t be afraid little girl, I won’t bite; unless you want me to.”

I turned towards him, and he swept me into his arms, his lips seeking mine. Our mouths opened together and soon our tongues tangled. I allowed my hands to roam to his ass and cupping them, squeezed his firm cheeks with my hands. His hands mirrored mine, and soon we were pulling each other tightly, our hips locked, grinding together.

Releasing me briefly, he turned and sat on the edge of the bed. I leaned forward to renew our kiss, and he placed his hands on my ass again, drawing me up onto his lap, my legs astride his. I could feel his cock hard inside his shorts and I slid my pussy across it as I climbed into his lap, crossing my legs behind him and pulling my crotch tight against him.

He reached out and gently touched my face pulling me deeper into the kiss: his tongue sliding in and out of my mouth, teasing my lips, causing shivers to run down my spine. I entwined my hands in his hair and he reached behind me and moved his hands up under the tail of my shirt, his hands rough on the softness of my back, rising upwards until he reached my bra. With a deftness that I had never seen in a man before, he quickly had my bra unfastened. I moaned as his hands followed my now loosened bra around to the undersides of my breasts.

He cupped my tits with his rough hands and began to rub his thumbs across my nipples. I removed my mouth from his at the intensity of his touch and threw my head backwards. A low guttural moan came from my throat and I realized that I’d never made this noise before. I felt his warm lips kissing my neck and face and I dissolved into a writhing, gasping thing.

Turning, he laid me gently on the bed and I sank into its soft feathery embrace. Slowly, almost reverently, he began to remove my clothing. As each piece revealed a new area of bare skin, Dave kissed and nuzzled me until my skin was afire with tingling.

By the time he removed my bra, my nipples were already rock hard, begging to be sucked. Dave wasted no time in answering their call. His mouth encircled a nipple and his bushy mustache tickled the swell of my breast. I was living the fantasy I had when I first saw him. He continued teasing my nipples; first circling the areola with his tongue then sucking the hard little buds into his mouth, switching back and forth between them until my tits were soft, topped by a tight pebble of a pink nipple.

Still sucking on one tit, his hand began to slowly make its way down my belly, gliding softly across my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. He reached the top of my shorts and soon had the button undone. He began working them off my hips and sliding then down my legs. I obliged him by kicking off my sandals and, placing my feet on the bed, raised my hips. Soon, my shorts were gone and I lay there wearing only a pair of very wet panties.

His mouth began to trace the trail that his fingers had blazed, and soon he reached my navel. Using his tongue, he explored its depths; teasing the rim with quick, gentle flicks. Fire ran through my belly to my crotch, as if a direct line existed to my clit. A moan escaped from my lips and I could feel his mouth form a smile against my belly. He continued lower.

He placed his thumbs under the band of my panties and they had soon joined my shorts, shirt, and bra on the floor. He repositioned himself so that his shoulders were between my knees and paused. “Beautiful”, I heard him say in almost a whisper, and I stole a glance at his face. His eyes roamed my body, drinking me in, as if trying to memorize me in a glance. His eyes rested on my pussy, where only a thin covering of auburn hair protected me from his gaze.

Slowly, he lowered his head and began softly kissing my inner thighs and lower belly, circling, drawing closer to my pussy. I could feel my clit begin to throb and the moisture drip from my lips. I wanted to feel his hard tongue on me, to lick me like I was his only source of nourishment, to drink at my well.

Reaching out, I placed my hands on his head, intertwining my fingers in his hair. Pulling gently, I directed his head where I wanted it, and I felt his lips press against mine, a kiss as intimate as any we had shared before.

His mouth opened against my slit, and I felt his tongue slide into my hole, lapping at the juices flowing from me, drawing them into his mouth. I could hear his lips smacking as he ate me. The insides of my pussy were throbbing as his tongue pierced me again and again. Removing his mouth from my hole, he licked upwards until he found my clit, circled it with the tip, and started down again. He continued to lick up and down, like a child licks an ice cream cone, always circling, never touching my clit. Each time he reached the top of my slit, I thrust my hips upward, trying to mash my nub in his mouth, but his tongue danced away.

I lost track of time as my mind and body completely focused on his tongue and the pleasure it was giving me. At the top of a lick, he curled his tongue around my erect clit and sucked it between his lips.

My orgasm hit me like a truck. My body began to shake uncontrollably: my head thrashing about and my arms and legs acting with a mind of their own. He sucked harder on my clit and flicked his tongue lightly across it. After that, I have only vague memories of what happened for the next few minutes. I was so completely engulfed by pleasure, that I have no conscious memory of anything but my pussy throbbing and sucking and the electric pleasure that was coursing through my body.

As I finally returned to reality, I realized that Dave had shed his shorts and shirt and was kneeling between my legs; his hard cock pointing at my pussy like a missile ready to launch. His cock was long. Not scary long, but long; well over seven inches, and fat. Engorged with blood, it had turned an angry red, demanding attention.

He placed the tip against my hole, which was slick and wet with a combination of my juices and his saliva. Slowly, he slid the head into me. I thought I would immediately have another orgasm as his length filled me. He continued his slow progress until I felt his balls come to rest against my ass. I felt full. Fuller than I had felt with any man before and the walls of my pussy were squeezing against his cock of their own accord. I could feel the fat tip of his cock pressing against that special spot deep in my pussy.

He rested there for a moment and bent forward to kiss me, sticking his tongue deep in my mouth. I could taste my own juices on his lips and sucked hungrily on his tongue; my mouth and pussy filled completely with this man. Withdrawing his mouth from mine, he bent and caught a nipple between his teeth, biting gently. My pussy throbbed against his meat again and he began to slowly slide out of me.

My cunt sucked at his cock hungrily, trying to keep him deep inside, but he withdrew all but the tip before pushing in again. Soon his thrusts quickened and he was battering my pussy with his rod, pounding my G-spot at the bottom of every stroke. I was about to come again and I knew it.

“Come with me”, I said. “Spurt your cum inside me. Fuck me!” I had never spoken like this to a lover before, but with this man, it seemed natural.

As if on cue, I felt his cock grow even larger and begin to pulse inside me. I could feel his semen begin to flood my clutching pussy with a spreading heat that triggered my own orgasm.

Again, I lost my grip on reality, focused only on the throbbing piece of hot meat that was spearing me. I came harder and longer than before, if that is possible. When I regained my senses, I realized that I was crying. Tears were running down my face, pooling in my ears.

I looked at him and his face changed from one of orgasmic ecstasy to one of concern. “Are you OK”, he asked. “My God”, I sobbed. “My God!” He stroked my face with his hand, trying to wipe away the tears, and kissed me softly on the lips.

I could feel his cock softening inside me and he tried to draw away. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him against me, unwilling to be separated from him.

It took me a few moments to fully regain my composure. I held tightly to him and whispered in his ear. “I Love You”.

He kissed the side of my neck. “And I have loved you since I first saw you”, he said.

I’ve become a real mountain girl since then, and I’ve put my own feminine stamp on Dave’s cabin. Each day I wait impatiently for him every day to come home and relive our first time together. We plan to marry in the fall and we are already talking about having babies. I feel complete.

We still see Jim and Jeni. She pays regular visits to Jim and we hope that someday they will be as happy as we are.

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