Camping with Coworkers

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.

Oh, well…
© AC Elliott, 30-Apr-18


Essence #83

I saw the beast today.
His dark eyes showing signs of age,
exhausted, weary and tired,
yet, still burning bright, engaged
in the never-ending hunt.

I saw the beast today.
His beard showing signs of gray,
and his face, cracked and worn.
His youthfulness has gone away,
replaced by wisdom and age.

I saw the beast today.
He was staring back at me, my reflection
gazing from within the mirror,
a catalyst for introspection…
the lion is starting to show his age.
© AC Elliott, 30-Apr-18

She’s in His Head

She’s in his head,
he can see her clearly,
bound on a bed,
hands and feet secured
spread eagle, exposed,
willingly vulnerable.

Her chest rising and falling
in husky breaths,
and eyes alight with fire.
He can feel her needs,
desires and passion,
radiating from her.

He studies her closely,
longing to map her
with his fingers, mouth,
and cock, memorizing,
learning the intricacies
of what makes her…her.

She’s in his head,
and he can clearly see her
fully exposed, vulnerable,
waiting and ready
to give herself to him
and he likes her being there.
© AC Elliott, 27-Apr-18

A Neighborly Feast

Knock, knock, knock..

It was late 1999, and my oldest son was off visiting his mother for the weekend, leaving me with the house all to myself. I wasn’t expecting anyone, especially at that time of night. The fact that the snow was piled 3-foot high, and continuing to fall, made me more than a little curious as to who it might be. Even back then, I preferred to run around in nothing but my boxers, so I only opened the door a crack to see who was on the other side.

“Hey,” came the soft, feminine voice of my neighbor. “We were having a party tonight and made extra food. Sara and I thought you might like some. Can I come in?”

“Sure,” I said, opening the door to let her in. Between the two of them, I don’t think I ever had to worry about going hungry. In fact, I am convinced it had become their life mission to take care of the poor bachelor/single father that ran in their circle. Like I couldn’t cook for myself? But, I wasn’t going to complain. “Where’s Sara?”

“Still at the house,” she said, knocking the snow off her boots as she stepped into the house. “Ummm…did you happen to know you are…well…almost naked?”

I just looked at her and waved her into the house.

“Well, that was a stupid question, wasn’t it?” she asked with a smirk, placing the still hot food on the coffee table.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” I replied with a wink, and pointed toward the couch. “Have a seat.”

“I can only stay for a minute, or two,” she said, falling into the deep recesses of my cushiony couch and patting the seat next to her.

Once again, it had started off innocent enough. We were making small talk about why I decided not to show up to her get-together that night. Honestly, though, it was hard to concentrate properly with her sliding her hand slowly up my inner thigh. In fact, by the time her fingers had slipped beneath the leg of my boxers, I was pretty much incoherent to any talking she wanted to do.

“Yeah,” she said, as her fingers began lightly tracing my balls. “I’m not supposed to be doing this…”

I cut her off with a laugh, knowing she had previously done far more with others that weren’t her husband.

“I’m serious,” she said, wrapping her fingers around my quickly hardening shaft. “The girls and I made a pact that none of us would have sex with you. You’re such a good friend to all of us, we didn’t want to ruin that.”

“Interesting…” is all I could say, while lifting my hips, allowing her to pull my boxers down to my knees.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled, running both hands over my cock and balls, then slowly tracing my crown with her fingertips while shifting on the couch. “This is going to be the last time…”

“You talk too much,” I said, cutting her off as I gripped her ponytail like I had that day at her house. Guiding her downward, I felt her tongue snake out and lick my bulbous crown like I was her favorite lollipop. Pact or not, I wasn’t going to be left hanging for a second time.

Holding her hair in my grip, I turned her head slightly to watch her tongue tracing along the prominent ridge of my crown. Then she motioned to move, and releasing her hair from my grasp, I allowed her to slide off the couch. He deft hands slid up my calves, over my knees and up my thighs. Her fingers looped into the waistband of my boxers as she quickly pulled them the rest of the way off.

Parting my legs wide, she sidled up in between them and gripped my rigid, pulsating shaft in her soft hand. She just knelt there, stroking me slowly, her tongue once more tracing the ridge of my crown before repeatedly swiping over the tip. Then, I watched as she flattened her tongue and licked along my thick shaft. Reveling in how her skillful tongue traced the vein running underneath from the base to the crown.

Truthfully, it took all my self-control to keep from thrusting up into her waiting mouth when her lips circled my crown. I wanted nothing more than to do just that. So much so, that I was noticeably trembling with need when I gripped her hair once more in my fist and guided her mouth down my length.

She tried her best to take me all the way down her throat that night, but it just wasn’t going to happen. Several times, I felt my crown slipping as deeply as she could take me, before having to pull her head back again when her eyes began to water from choking. Just the same, she put every ounce of effort into her oral ministrations, working me with her mouth, hands and tongue.

Before long, I felt that uncontrollable urge building up inside. My balls were becoming heavy with need as my shaft began throbbing, pulsating between her lips. The pre-cum she had already been lapping up, was flowing even more, causing her to moan around my shaft. That was all it took. I was primed, ready, and in seconds…I exploded with large, forceful bursts. My seed rushed into her waiting mouth while she attempted to swallow every drop.

“Damn,” was all she could say as she milked the remaining drops from my shaft.

Shortly afterwards, she cleaned herself up and straightened her hair. Reminding me, “this didn’t happen” as she slipped out into the cold night air. Like I was going to tell anyone? What, and ruin a good thing? Not happening.
© AC Elliott, 26-Apr-18