Getting Hot By The Ca[M]p[F]ire

A couple of weekends ago I headed deep into the mountains with a group of friends to camp in the wild.

The first morning I heard a rustling sound off in the distance, a familiar labored breathing. I looked over and saw rhythmic movements and the stretching of hips.

A hot 20-something hippie was doing yoga – alone with nature. She’s one of the few in the group that I didn’t really know … yet.

That afternoon several of us went off on side-by-sides to play in the mud. One of them got stuck so all the dudes used their muscles to work it out.

That means I was pretty damn dirty (and things were about to get dirtier). Back at camp, I stripped down and cleaned off under a shower bag. The river was too cold and let’s be real, nobody wants shrinkage around their friends.

As I was finishing up, I looked up and realized the hippie was casually looking my way, which earned her a wink and a shake of my dink.

Later that night I noticed she kept looking my way so chatted her up around the campfire. I was sitting on a fallen log, she was in a chair. As the night grew darker and fire dimmer, everyone else retired to their tents.

My admirer and I were all alone, sitting quietly across from each other. I motioned for her to come over, it was time to cum. 😉

We had to be quiet to not wake our friends just 10 feet away. She leaned in to kiss me as I caressed her inner thigh. She in turn reached for mine. Only she found something other than my thigh (and gasped when she did).

She spread open her legs to invite me in, so my fingers dove in and did what they do best. Meanwhile, her hand was quickly down my pants.

“I saw it earlier but it’s bigger up close,” she whispered. Now I happen to know her ex is pretty damn small, so this must have been a thrill for her. Not that I’m a dick expert, but there’s only so much growing a dude can do, right?

She was kinda awkward in handling my dick, like she didn’t know how to grasp all of it. After giving it her best try, it was obvious she was not familiar with that sort of hardware. And without lube or lotion, it was uncomfortable for me.

Eventually it got to the point that I had to take matters into my own hands. She sat back in awe as I worked both hands to finish the job.

Fun fact: a big load of cum is almost enough extinguish a dying campfire.

We put out the fire, kissed again and retired to our separate tents. The next morning after walking back from yoga, she sat by the campfire where I was helping cook breakfast.

“Pretty big log, huh?” I said with a wink.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nxgpvp/getting_hot_by_the_campfire