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| My idea of camping attire. |
Over the last few years, our camp outs have become increasingly naughty sexual adventures in the great outdoors, and that’s just fine with me! My Hubby James (the Pervert!) has always been turned on by the idea of sex and pornography in the woods, and the outdoors in general (and anywhere else for that matter – LOL!), but it wasn’t something I ever found too thrilling because of the B-U-G-S.
Our horny outdoor forays typically involved just the two of us, but now, as Lusty Louisa, it is happily apparent that if I keep my eyes open, surprising opportunities for a little extra hanky-panky often present themselves.
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| Guess where Hubby James sat down after he shot this picture! |
On this year’s Labor Day camping trip in the Green Mountains of Vermont, I immediately zeroed in on a Park Ranger named Jeff. Upon check-in, I felt a definite connection with this young stud sitting in his uniform behind the bottom half of the stable door. His not-too-subtle glances at my boobs, which were almost falling out of my low cut top, gave me my opening. Catching him in the act, I winked suggestively, and gave my chest a little thrust in his direction. In a throaty voice I told him I looked forward to seeing him again. It was a salacious solicitation that would have sent any healthy post-puberty boy off into the woods, behind the shack, or wherever, to yank his wanger until his cake was frosted. I wondered if Ranger Jeff did something like that after we left. (If you jerk off to this blog, please write and tell me about it!)
It was late in the day when my Hubby James and I arrived to our beautiful campsite -- the most private one in the park. Our lean-to sat on a hill facing away from all the rest, and our libidos tingled thinking of the freedoms we would soon take advantage of. It was the Thursday before Labor Day weekend, and so warm and humid that we perspired from the effort of setting up… pretty unusual for that season, altitude, and time of day. Still, there were so few bugs that this bug-hating girl sang the evening’s praises, making James very happy as he swept the lean-to clean. In shorts and T-shirts we stapled sheets across the shelter’s open front to create a roomy private space inside.
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| Landing my pussy on the "dressing room" bed. |
James labored diligently to make the bed on the hard lean-to floor meet with my approval, covering thick foam pads with layers of cotton batting, and topping it all with sheets, pillows and blankets. Let me tell you, it was as comfy as my bed at home. Now this is the way to go camping!!!
As darkness fell, James found me inside our own candle-lit “hotel room in the woods” changing my pants. His tongue almost dragged on the floor as he crawled in on the carpet (yes, carpet!!!) and begged for a lick of my “Sweet Honey”. My exposed pussy-lips swelled with anticipation. “Well,” I thought, “he had worked so hard.” I leaned back on a pillow and spread my legs wide. At first he came sniffing like a dog, then buried his face in my Garden of Eden. He breathed in deeply and held my scent in his lungs as though would get him high. I guess it worked! My nectar of my forbidden fruit was already flowing and I climaxed almost as soon as he began lapping it up like a thirsty puppy. It was a great lead-in to supper!
After a well-earned dinner, it was still so warm that we strolled down to the lake shore for an evening swim. Being after 10:00pm, we tried to be really quiet as we wound our way past tents and campers, many with young children, and down to the water.
The lake appeared deserted, but we took a good look around just to make sure. Satisfied that we were alone, we disrobed and waded into the cool water. Venturing deeper, we were startled by an approaching silhouette that had apparently escaped our notice. Our cautious, softly spoken “hello” was greeted with a friendly “Hey guys!” It was Ranger Jeff in the flesh… and I mean just the flesh! Wow! Waste deep in the clear water, we greeted each other like old friends and marveled at the stars and Milky Way for a few minutes, until Jeff said that he needed to start his evening rounds.
My body felt on fire as we emerged from the lake into the open air together. I made no attempt to hide my lustful gaze on his body. It was perfect and I wanted it. I struggled to keep from reaching for his star-lit dong… it was right there, after all. All I had to do was reach over and grab it!
But Jeff was ready to leave, damn it! While drying off – and I think displaying himself to me -- he mentioned that Saturday was his night off and he wasn’t sure what he'd be doing. James chimed in like a good little hubby and invited Jeff to stop by our lean-to and enjoy the fire with us. What a sweetheart! With a curious “Hmmm,” Jeff said "Maybe" as he started away. That’s when I “tripped” in his direction. Ooops! How clumsy! He caught me, and his hands briefly – all too briefly -- brushed my body both “up there” and “down there.” Maybe I helped that a little; I'm not sure. But my instinctive moan signaled approval as I regained my balance. I shook my hair, threw my shoulders back, and stood straight. That may be when Jeff came to understand just how real our invitation was.
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| Getting a little behind setting up the table. |
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| What I did when Hubby James said "Cheese!" |
The next couple of days were filled with lustful activities. Friday, during the day, Hubby took pictures of me in sexy outfits and in various stages of undress... until we had to stop and “use the lean-to.” What might be called “groinal groans”soon filled the air... or perhaps they were more like “genitalia grunts.” I don’t know. Anyway, here are a few more of those pictures of me behaving badly for the camera.
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| Proof there were no mosquitoes! |
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| Okay, my tits are out. Now what? |
That night, after supper and in front of the fire, I decided to make one of James’s fantasies cum true. Upon informing him of my intentions, he pulled out his “petrified log,” turned toward me, and -- with a big smile -- began stroking it. “I love being able to do this in front of you” he declared. His wish? To see his cum all over my face and boobs by the light of the fire. It turned me on too, and I started playing with myself. When his pants fell to the ground, my tits came out.
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| I kept a mouthful to savor. |
He lifted onto his toes to shoot his wad across my waiting face and open lips. He produced a surprising amount of cum, especially after fucking me earlier in he day, but I guess doing it in the outdoors keeps him good and horny. His creamy goo was scrumptious. As I licked my chops, I let some dribble off my cheek and down to my breast. A bit of that ran to my right nipple. We were giddy with delight watching his fresh cum dangle in the fire’s light. Oh, what a night.
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| No, there wasn't any poison ivy! |
Saturday, after a good night’s sleep and tasty breakfast, we made plans to try a video shoot in the nearby woods. James brought his equipment (camera equipment…lol) to an area behind our campsite and put down a white sheet on the forest floor for my use. I felt so naughty stepping out of the lean-to in my white see-through robe. Down the path I walked toward James in full daylight, knowing that someone might see. In my black bra, high white boots, and black pantyhose -- with a nice open crotch so my pussy could feel the fresh forest breeze pass through – it occurred to me that this was not your typical outdoors attire – lol!!! But I was high the sexual adrenalin pumping through my veins, so after posing for the lens, I made my way to the white sheet, sat down, leaned back, and masturbated to the stimulation of such utter exposure in the open woods. What a rush!
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| Pure as the driven snow! |
After the shoot, my mind turned to Jeff. Had he already spied on us? I hoped so. Would he stop by? Well, it didn’t take long to find out. He arrived shortly after supper with a bottle of wine in hand. The three of us -- Jeff on my right and James on my left -- sat at the fire sipping our drinks of choice and laughing at his stories of managing a family campground. But James gets impatient, so he made the first advances, running his hand over my thigh and crotch. Jeff read the signal, and my new Mr. Ranger Man followed quickly with his first tentative move. With his hand on my knee, I leaned over and gave him an appreciative peck on the cheek. Now, with four hands wandering my body, I guided Jeff’s under my shirt to caress the fullness of my boobies so warmed by the fire.
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| Is this how you stop the train? |
Remembering his quick brush of my titties down by the water, I urged him to "take it slow this time!!!" He laughed, and I could see that he was really enjoying this, so I arched my back to unzip my pants, and pulled his strong Ranger Hand down to feel my own blazing furnace. No verbal invitation was needed for me to reach for his crotch and feel his hardness. “I wish I had done this two days ago,” I grunted. James drew a deep breath, pulled his hands away, beamed at me, and gave me
the nod. What a considerate guy! Turning to Jeff, I asked if he would like to see how nicely we had set up the inside of the lean-to. He hesitated at my blatant come-on, but gained his composure and got up to follow me, or maybe my hot boobies, through the curtains.
Inside, he pulled me against his buff body so I could feel his throbbing cock. My mouth watered with the thought of taking him. A quick rub of his crotch-bulge and a kiss later, I directed his hand to one of my bodacious ta-tas and demanded he “feel me up!” He stood back and looked at me with one hell of a devilish grin, then purposefully, almost in slow motion, lifted his other hand under my shirt to my other boob. My nipples swelled like giant goose bumps -- my body’s signal to do what I so love to do… pull my tits out into the open for him to see and play with. Go right ahead, Big Boy!
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| Ooops! |
I always love that moment! I pushed my erect nipples his way, and he responded by landing his lips, shiny with my saliva, on one, and sucked just enough for the tip to slide to his tongue inside. He switched to the other nipple, and then -- somewhat maniacally -- back again. And again. Grabbing his belt buckle, I tore open his pants and got my first well-lit look at his “Ranger Rick Dick". With a firm, full-handed grip, I wrapped my palm and fingers around his naked shaft right in the middle and yanked it my way. The glint at the tip of his erection drew me down for a taste of his precum. I love the stuff almost as much as cum itself!
Our moans grew less restrained, and I got turned on even more by the thought Hubby James hearing all this from right outside. I just knew he’d be playing with his own "happy dick" by now. He’s a true Horny Pervert, and I am so glad to oblige him. Ranger Jeff and I fell to the makeshift bed where he pulled my pants down around my knees and off over my feet. My panties stayed on, and I insisted he take a whiff of my obvious wet-spot before allowing him remove them. The memory gets a little fuzzy from here on, but I can report that we kissed, licked, sucked and fucked with glee. As he shoved his hard-on deep inside me, I could feel every square inch of slippery contact between his choo-choo train and my love tunnel as it ventured in, then backed out. Then in and out again. I went down on him several different times without letting him cum, but finally told him "Give it to me, I want it!" His hot load poured through my open lips, and there it was: a mouthful delicious Ranger Cum. Whatever he'd been eating made for great tasting semen. A little dribbled out to my chin for him to see, and his expression told me he enjoyed that. Guys love to see their cum on a woman’s face and lips, and baby, do I love to show them!
Jeff’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head as I smeared his hot load over my lips with my tongue, telling him how good it tasted! This was all he needed to start fucking me again, and to go down on me orally for my final climax. He then went back in for his. Jeff’s groans got loud, and I think he almost yelled “I’m cumming!” as he emptied the last of his reserves into my cum-chamber. There was a big wet spot on the blue comforter, and we were briefly entertained watching more of the saliva/cum mixture ooze from my engorged pussy-lips onto the fabric... right on Hubby James' side of the bed.
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| Lusty Louisa plays with fire. |
That’s when I noticed a pair of eyes peering in through the open corner of the curtains. I smiled and my Hubby’s eyes smiled right back. What a great way to climax! Wanting to give James more of a good show, I reached down with my three middle fingers to scoop up some of the sticky stew covering my cunt, stared into Jeff’s eyes, slowly carried the delightful mess over my open lips, and let the yummy stuff trickle a drop at a time onto my quivering tongue. With two guys watching, I milked the act for all it was worth. I wanted to make them squirm with excitement. Jeff rose to his knees in front of me, unaware of the third set of eyes “in the room” and I leaned forward to give our Friendly Park Service Employee an equally friendly and thorough cleaning.
His member was flaccid now, but he seemed lost in the sensation as I rolled his Mr. Softie around inside my still hungry mouth. James had snuck back to his seat in front of the fire when we heard him say “Hey, what are you guys doing in there?!!!” We all laughed at the open joke. What a great feeling this sexy openness is. Everyone should try it!
Ranger Jeff struggled back into his clothes, but I just wrapped myself in a robe to go sit with him and Hubby James for a while. We hung out with easy smiles and a lot of silent touching in the fire’s glow. Jeff called it a night, and left with the promise that we should get together again if he was here the next time we came up. I agreed, and would have loved to read his thoughts as he walked off into the dark.
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| Feeling the heat. |
But I didn’t muse for long. As soon as Mr. Park Service and his fire-poker were gone, I caught that familiar sparkle in my hubby’s eyes by the deep red light of the campfire, and knew what he wanted:
Sloppy Seconds! He’s such a Goddam Pervert! Well, I had what he wanted, and my libido was still cranking, so we tongue-fucked and stumbled back into the lean-to. He said he could smell the cum on my breath and stuck his tongue down my throat. Our tongues “wrestled” inside my hot, wet mouth as I positioned myself to give him access to my bloated, well-used pussy. Going down on me, his tongue and my clitoris folded together like old lovers as he expertly caressed my ripened hot spot. Coming back up to “tongue fuck” his Hot Wife some more, his hard dick slid effortlessly into my cunt-hole, now distended, slippery and wet with fluids from all three of us. I just love the feeling of a well-trafficked pussy.
“Wow, another rock-solid erection” I thought to myself. But he pulled right back out, brought his throbbing proboscis up to my mouth where I joyfully slurped and lapped up leftover juices from Jeff, and everyone else. In my cunt, in my mouth -- back and forth James went until I felt him shoot onto my tongue. He tried, but failed to stifle a thunderous “yarghhhh!!!” It was late, so at least a few of our camping neighbors must have heard, and wondered about that. I just love when they have to wonder!
With that, we ate a midnight supper, sat with some more wine in front of the freshly stoked fire, and wound down another heck of a nice day (and night!!!) in the woods.
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| "Cum on back" and see me again soon! |
Touch Yourself for Me,
Lusty Louisa
