It was the mid to late 1990’s, and I was camping in the mountains of Montana during the late spring/early summer. There were several of us camping that weekend, I forget how many, but it was enough to make for a good time. Night had settled in and it had been dark for quite some time. The campfire had gone out an hour before, and the campers were in a drunken stupor, snuggled into their respective sleeping arrangements. Most were in tents, but, I was sleeping in the back of my suburban where I had removed the third row of seats and placed a twin bed just for these occasions.
I can remember it was cold that night, and being awoken by the sound of my door opening up. Shortly afterward, a giggling, half-drunk female coworker was crawling over me. She straddled my waist and knelt on all fours with her long hair making a tent around me as she looked into my face. “It’s cold out there, can I snuggle in here with you?” she somehow managed to slur out (or at least that’s what I could make out).
“Sure,” was all I said, turning onto my side, as she snuggled underneath my blanket and pressed herself against my body.
“Mmmm…you’re warm…” she cooed, running her cold hand across my shirtless chest. “How can you stand to be shirtless?”
“I don’t wear much when I sleep,” I admitted, not bothering to mention that I was only wearing shorts under the blanket too. “Otherwise, I get too hot.”
“Oh,” was the only reply I received, followed by the sound of her heavy breathing as she fell asleep (or most likely passed out).
A few hours later, I was woken up again when she began to stir. Her hand once more running up and down my chest, feeling my chest hair beneath her fingers. Rolling onto my back, I looked over into her face, and saw a slight look of embarrassment/bewilderment in her gaze.
“How did I get in here?” she asked, rubbing her eyes with her free hand. “Did we….?”
“No, we didn’t,” I laughed in response. “You let yourself in here about an hour after the fire died down, asking to snuggle up because you were cold.”
“Oh…ok,” she replied, then a flow of words flew out of her mouth so fast I almost couldn’t keep up. “Here I thought we had sex, or something…not that I would’ve minded that…what I mean is…I would hate to not have remembered…oh, God, this is embarrassing. I’m just going to shut up now.”
“It’s fine,” I said, laughing lightly as she snuggled in again and placed her head in the crook of my shoulder.
For the first time that night, I actually noticed her soft curves pressed into my side. The fact that she was braless had escaped my notice earlier, but with the way she was pressed into my side, it was now clearly evident. Between that and her fingers once more running through my chest hair, I couldn’t help but become aroused. Especially when her fingers began tracing along the waistband of my shorts.
“You might want to stop that,” I said jokingly. “Unless you want me to get the wrong idea…”
My words were cut off when she slipped her whole hand beneath my waistband, cupping my semi-erect cock and balls. No more words were spoken, or needed to be said. In a flash, the blanket was gone and had slid down my body. Her hands grappled at my shorts and pulled them off, freeing my now fully erect manhood into the chilly night air.
Instinctively, my hands found her hair, pushing it back out of her face and then wrapping it in my fist. Even in the dim light of the moon, I wanted to watch her while she was down there. To see as much of her as I could. Especially when she grabbed my shaft and began tracing the crown along the side of her face. I could almost swear that she was purring while running her cheek up and down my length.
I felt her lips part as they slid over my bulbous crown accepting me into her warm mouth. Her tongue flickered quickly along the head, then tickled the underside of my shaft as she took me deeper. Finally coming to rest when my cockhead slid down her throat and her nose pressed into my lower abdomen. Any further, and she would have likely swallowed my balls too.
She worked me over like a pro. Using everything she had to please me, all the while moaning louder when my grip on her hair grew even tighter, guiding her up and down my slick shaft. The heat of her mouth, coupled with the cool night air on my wet flesh…it was a divine sensation. But, I knew another sensation that would be even more divine.
Maintaining my grip on her hair, I guided her off my manhood and up next to me. Only then did I release my grip on her hair, as she frantically pulled off her sweat pants and shirt, before lying back on the mattress.
I took my time admiring her nakedness in the dim light. She was a “little bigger” (her words, not mine), curvy woman, with full breasts that were easily 42DD (if not larger). Her areola’s were huge, a darker shade of beige against her otherwise, pale flesh. I also found, (to my pleasant surprise), that she was not only braless, but panty-less too. She had a neatly trimmed tuft of triangular dark hair between her legs, and even in the darkness, I could see the glistening wet folds between her curvy thighs.
Positioning myself between her spread legs, I lowered my body onto hers, pressing my shaft against her moist folds…teasing her with the underside of my thick shaft. I wanted her badly, but my attention at that moment was focused on the hard nubs jutting from the tops of her rounded breasts. Her nipples were breathtakingly hard and begging for attention, which is just what I was giving them too.
Keeping my body pressed against hers, I propped myself up on my elbows and gripped her big, full breasts with my hands. The soft, heavy flesh felt wonderful in my palms and fingers as I covered them with my kisses. I’ll admit it, I loved the sound of her moans and squeals when I flicked her hard nipples with my tongue, or when I pinched them between my fingers and pulled them out straight. But, nothing delighted me more than the sound she made when I kissed along the underside of her breasts.
“I want you in me, please,” she moaned and begged. “Tell me you have a condom in here somewhere!”
“Of course,” I replied, straining to retrieve my bag, only to feel her soft hand between my legs pulling my shaft downward to slide into her wet embrace.
“Screw it,” she said, in a breathy voice as I slipped deeply into her and instinctively began thrusting. “I want… to feel all of you… just… don’t… cum in me.”
Shifting my body slightly, I pushed her knees back, spreading her even wider for me. Not bothering to take it slow, just giving in to the raw intensity of the moment. My hips were a piston as I found my rhythm, thrusting my thick shaft repeatedly into her. It was a blur of hard, fast, deep thrusts punctuated by the sound of bodies slapping together. Her moans and obscenities now stifled by the discarded blanket that she chose to bite into.
I didn’t think she would ever orgasm, but when she did, I knew it. She was a squirter, gushing over my shaft and balls, covering my thighs and the bed below us. It was almost too much for me, feeling her gripping tightly with her walls as her juices covered the both of us. All of it combined made the already churning need to cum start to rush up my shaft in anticipation.
“I want that, it’s mine,” she said breathlessly when I pulled out of her.
Releasing her legs, I scrambled to straddle her chest. Leaning forward, I caught myself with my hands on the seats behind her head, and thrust my shaft (still slick with her juices) into her waiting mouth. I had barely made it, just sliding between her lips, when I began to cum. Exploding into her mouth with thick ropes, as she swallowed, while I shuddered and moaned uncontrollably.
Afterwards, I collapsed on the damp bed next to her, and once more she was in the crook of my arm. Shortly afterward, we both fell asleep, only waking up later to pull our clothes back on before the sun came up. Not that it mattered, the rocking suburban was evidence enough of what had gone on that night, and apparently the springs were squeaking loud enough to wake even the drunkest of the group.
© AC Elliott, 30-Apr-18