Camping With Kathy
written by:
Reltney McFee

CAMPING WITH KATHY

We were camping together, early in our relationship. She had never camped before, and I, well, I camped a lot. Several reasons: it was cheap, it was flexible, and I enjoyed being outdoors.

She, on the other hand, found every single thing new, and exciting. From hiking in to the campsite (and she was petite enough, that a large bookbag was about an appropriate load), to selecting a tentsite, to setting up the tent, and opening the sleeping bags to let the insulation loft back up, it all was fun and exciting. I was starting to see why, so long ago, I started to love to camp.

Once we had eaten, we went for a walk. This state park had trails along a lovely river, and the vistas were entirely unlike what Kathy and I were accustomed to in Detroit. We held hands, and paused occasionally, oohing and aahing over the pretty autumn leaves reflected in the water's surface.

As twilight developed, we returned to our tent, and crawled in. We slept in sweats, to ward off the chill Michigan camping in the fall could bring. Snuggled together, she whispered how much fun she was having, and how much she wanted to try this again, in the spring.

We kissed goodnight, and I caressed her firm form affectionately. She wriggled like a puppy, and ran her hand down my shirtfront, and back up, beneath my sweatshirt, and against my skin. The coolness of her hand made me gasp, and she giggled.

"Poor boy, I guess I'll have to warm you up!", as she batted her brown eyes at me in the lantern light. Matching deeds to words, she reversed course, and slid her cool hand beneath my sweatpants, and traced the outline of my hardening tool. "Oohh! Somebody is happy to see me!", she whispered, "I guess I'll just have to get better acquainted!"

She slid my pants and shorts down (with my eager assistance!) and laid her head on my stomach, stroking my length. "He looks lonely, I'll give him a little kiss, so he doesn't feel left out."

She pursed her dark lips, and smooched my glans. Evidently, she thought enough of that maneuver, that she slid her lips over my endowment, laving her tongue back and forth as she tested my length and savored my rigidity. I moaned my approval of the warm whirlpool of her mouth.

She pulled off me with a "Pop!", and brought her caramel face to mine. "If you cannot appreciate my efforts with proper dignity, I'll simply stop right now! I will not have you making animal noises, like some beast, while I'm showing you my skills. I'm a learned and professional woman, you will show some respect!" Her grin belied the schoolmarm tone, but I wasn't taking any chances.

"Yes, Ma'am! Quiet appreciation, that's what I'm about!"

She murmured something that sounded like "That's what I thought!", but I couldn't be sure, as her descent to the base of my prod pushed everything besides that heat from my consciousness. I rested my hands in her curly black hair, and ran one hand down her neck, to stroke her upper back as she licked and suckled my organ. Reaching one hand to my scrotum, she teased and stroked my balls, and timed her movements to her oral caress.

She drew off me, and daintily wiped her mouth with her shirt tail. I reached for the garment, and raised it. She reached for the tent ceiling, and I tossed it into the corner. The lantern softly illuminated her firm bosom, her aureolae contrasting darkly with her chocolate breasts. I pulled her closer, as such a treat demanded a taste test. I explored one nipple, and it tautened under my attention, evoking a stifled whimper of delight.

I switched sides, replacing my mouth on the first breast with my fingers. I twisted her teat, and stroked her supple curving firmness, as my tongue laved it's companion. She approved, her hands cupping my head, directing my attention where she desired it to go.

Soon, she pushed me away. Her eyes burned with desire, and she drew my face to hers, my pale nose almost touching her brown one. "You have me so hot, I am about to boil away! If you don't fuck me, right now, silly white boy, you will regret it! If you live long enough to!"

I laid her down, and slid her pants down her firm legs. Pausing only to add my sweat shirt to the growing collection of clothing in the corner of the tent, I laid upon her. She sighed, and wrapped her legs around me. "You are just about exactly where I want you! Only one little thing needs to be adjusted!", she explained, as she reached between us and slotted my throbbing love lance at the oily entrance to her grotto.

I slid into her steaming depths slowly, in one deliberate movement. She wrapped her arms about my neck, as well, and breathed into my ear, "THAT'S what I'm looking for!". I paused, to savor her pussy muscles rippling over my steely invader. She did not want a quiet coupling. She began to rock her pelvis, advancing and retreating my man club from her depths. I got the message, and began to match her movements with my own.

"No, I want you to fuck me. I want my cave man to take me, to fuck the shit out of me, to dominate me. Do it! Fuck me harder!"

I unwrapped her hands from my neck, and, snaking my hands beneath her shoulders, held her wrists. Immobilized in this manner, I could drive into her quim, and not propel her inchwise across the floor of the tent. She hummed her approval, and started to quietly grunt with each stroke. It was as if we were coupling in her mother's house, and she did not want to let her mom hear me pleasure her. Additionally, it seemed as if it were difficult for her to stifle her delight.

Her developing enthusiasm for our coitus triggered my own, and soon she began to squeal and pant her climax. I was not far behind her, as once she began to settle down, I poured myself into her depths, releasing a full serving of cock chowder upon her eager ovaries.

Once we uncoupled, stopped perspiring, and had snuggled together again beneath the sleeping bags, she whispered, "I hope the folks in the next campsite don't awaken too early! I'm gonna want more of that! See you in the morning!"