I spent the weekend with the fam up in the mountains at my Dad's new place. Since the last time I visited,
back in June, he did a LOT more work. It's almost downright civilized up there... somewhat. The porch I helped build now has a roof. Actually, that's pretty much all of the changes. But it makes it so much more comfortable having a level spot to sit in the shade.
We got to the camp around 10pm-ish Friday night. It was the first time Mrs and C had seen the new place. It took about an hour to get things situated... turn on the power... find the keys.. find the lights... take out all the crap inside that really belongs outside, but you don't want to get stolen while you're gone... pull out C's bed... you get the idea. Once we finally got settled, I cracked open a beer and sat on the porch watching the stars. 10 minutes later Mrs finally got C to sleep. She joined me on the porch. "I thought you would already be naked... isn't that what you want? To run around naked in the country?". Really it's kind of an inside joke... or rather outside... you know what I mean. But we were in the country... I did have a beer or 2... it was relatively warm. With the gauntlet thrown, or at least that's how I saw it, I peeled off my clothes and sat back down in my chair with the boys hanging in the breeze.
Now, I've been naked in the coutry before. I was even naked in this very spot... one trip when I got there a day before my Dad. But usually it was just to step outside to use nature's facilities in the middle of the night. Not to blatantly become a nudist. It was pretty arousing. Quickly, a picture formed in my head of Mrs, equally nude, bent over the porch railing, my cock sliding home. I felt her hand rest on my thigh. I was about to suggest she peel her clothes off as well when her hand slid along my thigh to my cock. Again, before I could make a suggestion, she bent over taking my cock in her mouth. Claiming she was cold, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the camper where we "broke in" the bed.
Saturday we spent the day doing woodsy, country, mountain things. Hiking... playing with all of my Dad's big boy toys.. read tractors and other heavy equipment. I had an "oh-shit" moment when I thought the wheel was coming off the tractor. But I was mistaken. C wanted to "real camp"... i.e. sleep in a tent instead of in the camper. So we set up the tent under some trees a few yards from the camper. I fully expected her to chicken out. Much to my surprise, when it got dark, she grabbed her little flashlight and marched to the tent.
That evening I still had visions of Mrs bending over the railing... Unfortunately, she climbed in the tent with C. The next thing I knew, sounds similar to a bear were coming from the direction of the tent (that would be Mrs snoring). I decided to go ahead and join them. Three little pluffsters all tucked in a tent.
Sunday was overcast. The skys threatened to open up off and on all day. Finally, late in the afternoon the sun popped out. We opted for activities of the more redneck variety. Namely blowing shit up with many MANY guns.
As Mrs and I are too creaky to sleep on the hard ground by choice, we chose not to sleep in the tent again even though C got a tremendous kick out of it. We did the whole campfire marshmellow roasting thing. Finally, C passed out for the night. The skies had cleared revealing a perfect starscape. Deep black sky punctuated by millions of pinpoints. Much moreso than we ever see in our town. Mrs asked me to go grab a sleeping bag so we could lay under the stars. She had printed a star chart and wanted to see what she could identify. I waltzed off into the woods to where we had set up our tent the night before. The fire had died down to just a flicker of flame not much bigger than a candle throwing dancing shadows on the scene where I left Mrs. As I approached with an armful of sleeping bag, wine, and cups, I noticed Mrs doing a funky little dance. It wasn't until I was within a few feet I realized the funky dance was Mrs peeling her pants off of each leg. I layed the sleeping bag out and quickly peeled my own clothes off. Almost as soon as I hit the ground Mrs grabbed my cock. I had every intention of laying back and spending a lot of time enjoying the night air, the freedom of being completely naked and doing "naughty" things right out in the open, essentially in the middle of a field. Mrs had other ideas. She quickly climbed on top of me and began riding my cock like she had just discovered her clit for the first time. She came quickly and loudly. I tried to roll her over to slow things down a bit, but she wouldn't have it. She continued to ride my cock as wave after wave of orgasms rolled over her. Finally, she relented. I flipped her on her back slowing the pace down to my speed. I could see her nipples standing out prominently in the moonlight, her skin covered in goose bumps as the temperature dropped and the breeze quickened. I expected to be able to slow down and make it last for quite some time. Instead, she grabbed my ass grinding my cock deep in her pussy and came again. Seeing her cum over and over hand me on the verge myself. Finally, I couldn't hold back. Mrs threw her arms around me pulling me as deep as possibly as I shot my load.
I don't know how long after we lay watching the stars. Finally, the wine bottle empty, we decided to pack it in.
I don't know if it was the wine, or if the cool air and sex masked it, but the bugs had a field day with us. The next morning Mrs and I discovered the telltale bumps... oh and the itching. Mrs had whelps all across her stomach and pubic regions. I even had a damned mosquito bite on my cock! The little bastards! Eh well.. the price you pay and all.
I have been having some very unusual conversations with Sandy all day today. She is visiting her love interest in Alabama, but yet she has been calling me... hmmm... It's a discussion for another post though.
