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Fucking at the Campsite

Ren had been in the car for about five hours. She only had two more to go. Her favorite campground was just far enough away that an early departure, combined with a Friday off work, could make for a nifty little three-day getaway if she planned things properly. And this one was well overdue. Product management could only be exciting for so long at a time, and Ren found that her interest stayed piqued when she made sure to get out of the city at least once or twice a month. During the dry months, the little campground to which she presently propelled herself had become a favorite haunt; she’d even connected with a few of the other “regulars” there, sharing beers and campfires and the occasional s’more, just about any time the opportunity presented itself. This weekend, though, Ren was looking forward to a serious bit of solitude. Her office had been especially stressful, the arrival of three new recruits and the beginning of a hefty new project all coming together in absolute and perfect harmony, to gift her with a formidable headache she was pretty sure she could still feel chipping away at the base of her skull as she drove. There was no doubt in Ren’s mind that a direct dose of sustained sunshine and fresh air would do the trick, wiping just about every trace of city life from her periphery for at least the time being.

Work wasn’t all bad, though. Occasionally it even offered up its own little pleasures. As the white lines disappeared under Ren’s car, endless and uninterrupted blue sky stretched out above her, her mind wandered to that one night, three or four weeks previous. It had actually been more like an early day, the offending parties having cut out of the office for a bit of after-hours fun well before the sun went down. A group of four investors had come to town that week, looking to figure out whether or not they wanted to get in bed with Ren’s little boutique tech company…but it was Ryan, in particular, who caught her eye. 

Given her position as Development Lead, it wasn’t hard for the two of them to figure out a way to sneak out of the office extra early for a couple of drinks, under the very realistic guise of talking very seriously about the company’s very serious future. Maybe they both expected to wind up in the hotel down the street. Maybe neither of them did. Either way, that’s where they wound up. And it only took about two drinks for them to get there. The small talk was minimal, at best. Ren could remember feeling as though they both had a full set of ulterior motives just waiting in the backs of their throats, each of them taut with anticipation and ready to use their tongue to fish the other’s out. Neither were very interested in either the drinks in front of them, nor the business they were supposedly there to talk about. Next thing she knew, Ren and he were practically kicking the door to a hotel room in, her body shoved up against the wall and pressed between it and him before she even heard it fully click closed. Not that it mattered. 

Mouths were busy exploring, Ren could feel a tongue dancing around the borders of her ear, and her hand passed itself over the burgeoning hardness under his tailored slacks. Goosebumps rose up on her neck as he worked his tongue around her ear and she could feel him growing swollen under her hand as she worked his cock — eventually she could fully discern the contour of his head, and his rigidity made her wet, her body practically begging, at this point, to feel his inside it. Their mouths connected as his hands unbuttoned her blouse, hastily. His pants now fully undone, she stroked him enthusiastically as he sucked hard on her nipples. “Bite them,” she hissed. He obliged, and Ren gasped in response, her body tightening around his, grip around his thick shaft tightening even more. She could feel his fingers exploring her — she was already wet enough to welcome them readily, his fingers teasing the lips of her pussy, drawing circles around her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore. 

With a final shudder, she yanked his pants down even further, before turning him around and marching him over to the bed, where she practically flung him down on his back in front of her. Leaning down, she took his cock into her mouth, letting her tongue flit over each ridge and contour, tracing down his shaft, exploring every inch of him while he groaned and clenched in response to her touch. She could feel him getting ready to come, his body tightening reflexively, his hand gripping a fistful of her hair even tighter than before. So she stopped. Climbing up onto his body, she hiked up her skirt and looked deep into his eyes as she slid him up and deep inside herself. Fingers delicately gripping the base of his shaft, she held his gaze while she guided him into her, feeling the width of his cock spread her open inside, feeling the pleasure of his being spread out inside of her, melting outwards like butter dropped into a hot skillet.  Her hips rocking, she could feel all of him— their connection was an extreme one. He filled her completely, her lips wrapped tight around his girth. She could feel every texture of his skin, every inch of him pulsing intently as she slid herself up and down on him, her wetness dripping down his thick cock as she fucked him until she lost track of how many times she came. It was a lot. 

By the time she got to the campground, Ren was only mildly irritated by how wet her little driving daydream had made her. A momentary inconvenience, compared to the three days of rest and relaxation that positively stretched themselves out in front of her, ready to be had in whatever way she felt inclined to have them. Her old, familiar campsite greeted her like a waiting lover, and it was with an almost sensual vigor that she drove her stakes down into its soft soil. Before long, her tent had been erected, her presence made known. A book and a beer were the very first orders of business. She had only been there for about 35 minutes when a car pulled up and into the spot a few spaces down from hers. Her book was a good one, but it was hard not to be at least a little bit distracted by the relatively fit-looking gentleman who began unloading his stuff not long after the car arrived. She could see his setup from her space; he was alone, just like she was. Single tent. A hammock. Enough firewood for four, maybe five days, she guessed. 

The campground had a reputation for being a pretty friendly place: Anybody who had ever been there before knew that fraternization was pretty common between campers; little shindies were known to break out on occasion, but never so loud as to be disrespectful to those who didn’t care to join, or the families with kids. Still, the campground had a distinct reputation for being a communally friendly place, and it was under this guise that Curious Ren decided she’d snatch up her beer and head over to investigate her new camp-mate.  

By the time she got over there, he was actually nose-deep in a book of his own. He set it down before she could effectively backpedal, not wanting to interrupt his reading. She gave a bashful little wave, “Hey there! Didn’t mean to interrupt or anything, just wanted to say hey and welcome.” He didn’t seem to mind, and actually held her gaze for a few beats longer than she knew what to do with, before he started speaking. “Don’t sweat it, even a little bit. I’m Gavin. How’s it going?” He had stood up and dusted himself off as he said this, sticking a hand out to shake. Ren didn’t really notice, at first. She was too busy staring up at all six-foot-four of him. Before she could catch herself: “Jesus fucking Christ.” She clapped a hand to her mouth almost immediately, eyes wide and at least a little bit embarrassed. Gavin just laughed. “Relax, I’m pretty used to it by now.” Ren took a breath. “Sorry, I mean. It’s just. You’re a gigantic human being. You know that, right?” He was still laughing as he nodded.  Anyway, I’m Ren. I just wanted to say hey; I’m in six, over there. I’ll be here for a couple of days, so say hey if you need anything or want a beer or whatever!” “Ah, that’s great! Ren. Ok, cool. Yeah, I’ll come and say hey at some point, absolutely!” And then Ren went back to her tent.

Ren’s entire body was practically covered in sweat, and she didn’t know if it were possible for her to be happier, there in that moment. The sun smiled down on her on a medium setting and she felt as alive as she had ever felt, one hour into her afternoon hike and only just getting started. She had wound up knocking back a beer with Gavin the night before, finding his company enjoyable. He also worked in tech (a common enough occurrence, given the region), so they had plenty of talked about. He even had a few professional contacts in common…enough for her to suspect there was a solid enough chance that he actually might have known the guy from her driving daydream the day before. Either way, they got along well, joking like old pals for forty-five minutes or so until he politely excused himself and thanked her for the beer. He had promised to bring one over for her the next night, and she found herself looking forward to seeing him again. All six foot four of him, she figured. She actually thought about whether or not she had ever fucked anybody quite so tall, and the answer wound up coming down firmly on the side of “No.”  Well, she thought to herself, every day is a new day to try new things, right? She wondered how something like that might come to pass. He was attractive enough for it to be clear to her that he almost certainly had no problems getting laid, but something about him made him feel maybe a little too buttoned-up to make a pass at his weekend camping-trip neighbor. She considered that a bit of provocation would perhaps be necessary. Not that she’d mind. She got the distinct impression that his would be some particularly interesting buttons to unbutton. 

Ambling along, Ren noticed that she was right by one of her favorite little hidden gems: A shady spot, slightly off the trail and past the tree-line just a bit. It was tough to see from the hiking trail, and Ren only knew about it because she had been there once or twice before, ducking off the trail to smoke a joint with some fellow campers during one of her more enjoyable weekend trips. Spreading out a small blanket from her pack, Ren made herself comfortable, relaxing in the shade and letting the cool air play across her body. Feeling a little daring, she slipped off her sports bra, letting the breeze lick her nipples. She closed her eyes and could almost feel Gavin’s tongue running along the sides of her breasts. She imagined bringing him here mid-hike, taking him by the hair and pushing his head down between her legs. 

Her hand slipped into her jogging pants, spreading her lips gently and making contact with her clit while, in her head, Gavin’s tongue did the same. She teased herself, feeling her wetness grow, and teasing some out of her before drawing a tight figure-eight around her clit. Her body shuddered and her other hand grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple hard. She gritted her teeth and strained not to make any noise as she imagined Gavin sucking hard on her clit, fingering her deep as he did so. Her back arched and she could see the sky poking at her, blue through the trees high above. She came. Every muscle in her body came along with her. She was pretty sure the birds in the trees came, too. Such was the power of her orgasm. 

She could still smell her cum, faint on her fingers a few minutes later, as she made her way down the trail. Every inch of her body still tingled, sensitive and raw against the air, the dust, every single thing that made contact with it while she walked through the world. Eventually, she rounded a corner and nearly walked directly into Gavin, who stood mid-trail with his hand shielding his eyes, staring at something far off in the distance. “Well holy shit!” He seemed unsurprised, yet still somehow very happy to see her. “Holy shit indeed, it’s you. All…” “Six-four,” he said, helping her out. “All six-four of you!” After a moment, “Jesus. Six-four ??” “I know, right? Personally, I was good about two inches ago.” “Yeah, well. I’m sure you’ve put those extra two to good use. How’s your hike?” “It’s relaxing! Leisurely. How about yours?” She matched his pace as they made their way down the trail. “Oh, it’s excellent. Have you been here before? I come here pretty frequently, don’t think I’ve seen you yet.” “First time!” he said. “Got the rec from someone at work, figured I’d enjoy the long weekend.” “I’d say you made the right choice. Finish the hike together? Or are you getting your solitude on.” He motioned out in front of him, as if to say, “After you,” and they continued on together, laughing and bullshitting away the next several hours, taking detours and stopping to explore here and there. 

The sun had long since set by the time they got back, most of the campground having retired. It was an unusually quiet night, given the typical amicability of the campground denizens. But it was also pretty late, Gavin and Ren having stayed out on the trail way later than they had intended. They made their way through the campground in silence, having jawed away for enough hours that they were by now simply content to enjoy each other’s company and walk along together, living in the quiet. “Do you hear that?” Gavin whispered, barely loud enough for Ren to hear. He had stopped walking. “What? Hear what. I don’t hear anything?” Ren was still speaking at full volume, and Gavin grabbed her forearm, hissing at her to be quiet. He held a finger to his lips. His grip on Ren’s forearm was a little too tight. She liked it. Without saying anything, he took his rigid forefinger from his lips and pointed up the road in front of him. His eyebrows made a “hear that?” motion. She looked down the road and strained, listening hard against the crickets. Then she heard it. She looked back at him, eyes wide and amused. He nodded, grinning. They moved quietly up the road, getting closer to the sound. Eventually, it was pretty hard to miss, Ren and Gavin walked directly past a tent that was home to the sounds of heavy breathing, rustling sleeping backs, and the occasional moan. At least two people were fucking up a storm, not fifteen feet from where Gavin and Ren walked. She was glad it was too dark to see her face flush, and she fought the urge to reach out and take Gavin’s hand. He looked at her, his eyes wide and expectant, laughing. Something about her expression made him stop. 

They looked at each other, the full moon above them and the sounds of two people passionately fucking behind them, and they kissed. Long and full, and on the lips, they kissed. Ren ran her tongue along his teeth and her fingers through his hair before pulling away and leading him by the hand back to her tent. When they got there, though, Gavin kissed her again. Into her ear, he whispered, “Tomorrow. The big rock. The one we passed before the sun went down today. Three o’clock. I want you there.” And he walked away.

At two-thirty the next day, Ren was sweaty and hiking up the trail, making her way to the aforementioned big rock. She knew exactly the one he meant. They had stopped to explore it the day before, leaving the established hiking trail and wandering farther into the woods than either of them had ever wandered before. Eventually, they came to a massive rock, set high against the trees and overlooking a fairly steep bluff that led into a picturesque canyon below. It was completely secluded, well off the trail, and straight-up postcard material. Ren couldn’t wait to fuck in it. Apparently, neither could Gavin. He was practically fully-torqued by the time he got there. Not that it mattered; Ren was, too. 

She had arrived first, setting up her blanket near the big rock, and taking the liberty of getting rid of her sports bra, again. She greeted him wet and ready, and had her hand in his shorts almost before their tongues were in each other’s mouths. She could feel, immediately, that he was slightly enormous. She gasped, and looked at him. “Fuck me. Now.” She said. “Now?” He was little confused. “Don’t you…” She silenced him: “Now. Immediately.” Pants off, and she was down on the blanket, pulling him down with her and yanking his shorts off in the process. She opened her legs wide, grinding her wetness onto him, feeling the sinews of his body pressed against hers. She welcomed him, could feel him between her legs. 

As they kissed each other hard, she reached down and took him in her hands. His cock was only partially hard, but it was enough. She pushed him into herself, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she did so. He was almost too big. She worked him in, persistently. As she began to accommodate him, spreading wider to let him in, she could feel him getting harder and harder inside of her. Each thrust pushed more of him into her, and she could feel him thickening, widening, spreading her out as she did so. Wetness poured out of her. “Fuck me, Gavin,” she commanded him.  She could feel his cock swell inside her in response, as he hoisted himself up on both hands and stared down into her eyes. She held his hips and rocked her hips up against his, fucking him back and feeling his cock grow even harder inside her flooded pussy. She was practically dripping now, eyes rolled back in her head, muscles tight with the pleasure of his incredibly full she felt with his cock inside her. She came on him, then. Every single inch of her clenched down hard, her pussy squeezing his cock, milking it and pulling every ounce of pleasure out of it and into her body. Their hips moved in a hypnotic rhythm, lips interlocked, her nipples brushing repeatedly against the chiseled skin of his rippled abdomen. She practically flooded the canyon below them with her cum, pleasure spilling out of her and over him again and again until they fell asleep in each other’s arms. This, of course, lasted for about an hour or two, after which point they would wake up and fuck each other to sleep once more. When they finally finished and started the long walk back to their campground, it was the next morning.