My on again, off again girlfriend and I shared mutual stomping grounds in a state park not far from her old college and where I worked at for two seasons. We have been together there twice now, but this trip was more chill by design and allowed for more conversations. It was also a weird combination of feelings with her knowing areas better than me and I knowing other areas better than her, but all of it being the same area. If that makes sense.
The first night I took her to an old restaurant. I did work for that owner on and off, so they hooked us up for dinner and joined us. Right as the owner sat down she says, “Yeah, I’ve been here?”
With a hushed shocked tone I reply, “With another man!?” When the stupid jokes ended we ordered and enjoyed our meal. My owner friend eventually asked her specifically when was her last time there. He asked probably to be noisy and probably to brag about all the improvements he has made since then. She put on that coy face that always implies that she was a naughty girl. Her reply had well chosen words. The owner of the place picked up on this and started talking about Lynn. I rolled my eyes all, ‘come the fuck on man.’ I looked to my girl and in that second she knew I had fucked this girl. After another couple of hours of drinks on the patio we were on our way back to the cabin.
Out the door she gets all passive aggressive jealous and asks about Lynn. I say, “Natural blonde, lite pink nipples and with a landstrip. Who’s the other guy that dragged you up here?”
After, her face went from a ‘fuck you’ to a passive ‘never you mind’ she said, “Just a guy.”
“Seriously? You got nothing better than that? That’s lame.”
She didn’t argue about it. It was likely a guy from college, but all the stories I heard were of casual hookups and one nighters. Someone along the way must have been treating her to a nice weekend, or it was an unknown. I was in a devil may give a flying fuck kinda mood, so I let it go.
Early the next day we hit the water. Lots of swimming and all kind of random conversations. The second half of the day was in an area she knew somewhat well, it also has a famous flat rock we took a break at. What makes it famous? Well, because Lynn suggest we go there for some ‘night fishing,’ so when my girl mentioned swimming there regularly years back things clicked in my brain. I looked at her and asked, “How many times did you fuck here?”
“Twice.”
“Same guy?”
“Two different guys.”
“Boyfriends?
“No. Things happened.”
I didn’t ask more, because she was still giving me vague answers that were pissing me off, so I dropped it again rather than ruining the mood. It was likely skinny dipping with friends and I know one time she did hook up that way. I did say though, “Well, looks like I need to fuck here too. Can’t be out done.”
“Well, we can’t now with people nearby.”
“Kay. Next time I’m here. I’ll make it happen.”
She stared at me, catching me not saying ‘we’, but rather ‘I’. It was more of a tease than anything on my part, but I wouldn’t be against it if the stares alined in my favor to fuck on this rock of destiny, or whatever name it no doubt has. We swam for a bit and she made the usual fun out of me when I whipped out my snorkel. I did my diving while she was basking in the sun. I was enjoying myself, but I was feeling irritated with her cutting off sexy talk. Even flirting was feeling hard today. Regardless, I did look at that rock thinking of Lynn and my girl with their backs on it, legs up and cocks slamming inside them. Now Lynn never liked being on her back long, so my imagination of her switched to her fucking in the water. My girl would probably make the poor guys bust their knees against the rock as they worked to bust their nuts inside her.
Later that night we were at the fire at our cabin. We got clean and were getting pretty lit. Now, this is a little bit beside the point, but not to long ago I enacted a rule with regards to sex. No selfishness. If someone gets oral twice in a row or bottom twice (not doing the work) it’s their obligation to switch it up next time. Last two times I went down on her and she was on the bottom, so I was not initating with the sex tonight. We made out and rubbed on each other. Thankfully, we were surrounded by mountain laurels, so when she got turned on enough to do something about it I did not protest when she stripped down and pulled me out to meet her mouth. While we had a great day I did feel put off, so I ended up taking out my frustrations in bed. After a bit I ended up putting her on her stomach and was slamming into her from behind as hard as I could. I felt like I was properly venting. I pushed her head into the pillow and told her, “I fucked Lynn hard like this here. I also fucked a girl named Sarah not far from here. I was only her second.”
Laughing and in protest she says, “Than I fucked twice as many people in these woods than you,” but she also concided “but none fucked me this hard.”
A bit of the frustration came back, but I was also there. A minute later I rolled her over and came over her tits. I kept enough of an erection, so I entered her again and worked up to peak hardness. After some more good hard thrust she was about to come. As she did I smeared my seed across her breast and pushed her face down again with the same hand. After she came I licked her tit and asked, “Did any of those guys fuck you covered in cum?”
“None of *those* guys.” she laughed at me in play.
I flipped her over and smacked her ass several hard times and walked to the shower. She joined me and insisted that she would wash me as if in thank you and in sorry if I’m being a bitch. We woke up the next morning naked on the bed, sheets on the floor and the front door wide open. Whoops, that was my bad, never shut it. We continued on with our weekend, until we went our separate ways to see family on the last day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vlw5c9/at_our_old_stomping_grounds_mf