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   Story: Camping   
      
       BY Lazarus Long   
      
      
      
       Geoff backed the trailer into the spot carefully.  It was only their   
   second trip and he was struggling with the motions necessary to get the   
   camper in place.  His wife and kids watched closely as the camper came to a   
   halt.   
      
      
      
       "Good" his wife, Jill, announced.   
      
      
      
       Geoff turned off the Jeep and set the brake.  His mind raced with the   
   procedures to set up the pop-up tent and prepare the campsite.  They were   
   off to a later start, he had worked while Jill and the kids went to the   
   mountains and staked out a spot.   
      
      
      
       Jill and Geoff worked silently as a well oiled team while the kids   
   scouted out the territory.  It really was a pretty spot, right next to a   
   stream in the middle of a forest about 7500 feet in elevation.  The smell   
   of pine filled the air as the sounds of birds and the stream started to   
   unwind the tensions he felt between them.   
      
      
      
       Jill was ticked that he worked so late that there was barely enough time   
   to set up before bed time.  He had gone to work at 4AM to be able to keep   
   the day full enough to leave early.  Somehow that did not work.  The code   
   he had been writing crashed the server and it took everyone several hours   
   to find the problem.  It all seemed back on track but he had his pager just   
   in case.  He also snuck his laptop in with the gear, maybe he could finish   
   up just that one little piece.   
      
      
      
       He snapped out of his revery as he realized that Jill was already   
   unloading the Jeep and setting up camp.  He hurried to catch up and they   
   worked together in silence.  Soon the camp was set up and it was time for   
   supper.   
      
      
      
       They ate and busied themselves with cleanup and preparations for bedtime   
   in relative silence.  It was a nice and relaxing time and soon the tensions   
   dissipated as they continued to ease into their surroundings.   
      
      
      
       It was a beautiful evening with a bright full moon.  They told stories   
   by the campfire and sipped gin and tonics.  It seemed son incongruous that   
   only a few hours earlier Geoff had been moving at a million miles an hour   
   doing three things at once to set up the client web site for preview on   
   Monday.  And now this, soft breezes fanned the fire, birds chirped, the   
   kids laughed and his wife snuggled closer to keep warm.  All was well, the   
   world was spinning on greased grooves.   
      
      
      
       He looked around and marveled that they were in this beautiful place and   
   no other campers were in site.  He saw a brief movement out of the corner   
   of his eye and turned to see what it was.  He could not make out anything   
   in the growing shadows but his dog was looking in the same place as he was,   
   so it had to be something.  He waited.  Nothing appeared, "must have been a   
   bird or a squirrel", he thought as he settled back down onto the log.   
      
      
      
       As if by some unspoken agreement, they began to prepare for bed.  The   
   kids played with marshmallows and throwing sticks on the fire while Jill   
   and Geoff cleaned up and got everything ready.  Soon they were settling   
   into their respective beds.  Jill went about her usual chores and checked   
   the kids etc.  before getting undressed for bed.   
      
      
      
       Finally, the lights were out and they snuggled together in the sleeping   
   bag like spoons.  Geoff began his ritual, slowly rubbing Jill's shoulders   
   down her back squeezing her wonderful ass and rubbing her thighs.  Then   
   back up his hands went.  Each pass he got more excited, his erection began   
   to press into her butt and he felt her relax.   
      
      
      
       He stroked her back and thighs spending more time on her but and thighs   
   and less time on her shoulders.  She seemed willing, "maybe tonight?", he   
   thought.  He slowly pulled on the back of her panties.   
      
      
      
       "Honey, not tonight, the kids will hear" she whispered.   
      
      
      
       "We can be quiet and careful" he whispered back.   
      
      
      
       "No", she said and that was that.   
      
      
      
       She moved a little away from him but he knew from experience that it   
   might as well have been a mile.  The fun was over.  Unfortunately, he was   
   passed the point of return.  His cock throbbed in anticipation and already   
   dripped pre-cum.  He would have to take care of it or there would be no   
   sleep tonight.   
      
      
      
       He waited until her breathing deepened then slipped out of the bed.  He   
   put on his sandals and went outside of the camper dressed only in his   
   shorts and sandals.  It was night but the full moon made it as bright as   
   day.  Suddenly he was no longer tired but still very aroused.  He decided   
   to go for a quick walk and beat it in the wide open air.  He rummaged   
   through the camping supplies until he found the oil for the eggs, "That'll   
   do" he thought as a brief flash of how that oil was used before kids crept   
   into his mind.   
      
      
      
       He had poured too much and she was covered and glistening in the   
   moonlight as he rubbed her back and legs.  Straddling her he slowly entered   
   her as he rubbed her shoulders, she sighed and lifted to accommodate him.   
   Soon they were engaged in the act.  She grabbed the pillow as he braced his   
   hands on either side of her.  Each thrust bottoming out as she rose her oil   
   covered ass to meet him.  She shuddered and gasped as she was gripped in   
   orgasm.  Her spasms were too much and he came to filling her with his cum   
   as spasms forced him to lay lightly on top of her barely supporting his   
   weight.   
      
      
      
       He stirred from his revelry, now he was even more turned on.   
   Remembering life before children was always like that.  Now he was lucky to   
   get a hand job twice a month.  Oh well, he thought.  He still had Rosie.   
      
      
      
       He saw the trail to the stream and walked down it in the moonlight   
   carrying his bottle of cooking oil and humming the Jackson Browne tune   
   "Rosie".  The stream was running swiftly over the rocks, the smell was so   
   fresh he felt invigorated.  He looked around for a place to sit and to see   
   if there was anyone in site.  He saw a fallen tree with about three feet of   
   sod beside the river.   
      
      
      
       "Perfect" he said to himself and went over to it.  He pulled his shorts   
   off and stood there for a moment in sandals and nothing else.  He looked   
   around once more but no one was within miles.  He could see the trail to   
   the campground and would know if someone came by.   
      
      
      
       He sat down on the grass and leaned against the tree.  His cock still   
   rock hard throbbed in the open air.  He reached for the bottle of oil and   
   saw hiking boots with red laces.  In an instant his eyes ran up, wool   
   socks, long muscled but definitely female legs, canvas shorts with rolled   
   up hems, bare midriff, thin black t-shirt covering huge breasts, thin neck   
   oval face, beautiful lips smiling, dark hair.  His heart leapt in   
   surprise/fear/embarrassment.   
      
      
      
       "Whatcha doin?" she asked with a grin.   
      
      
      
       He said the first thing that came to his mind.  "Fishing" he replied as   
      
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