Happy Campers

by Vanessa Hart

He reached beneath her sweatshirt to knead her tits. Her nipples instantly pebbled against his thumbs. "What about splinters?"

  "Uh, we can, uh... Oh, God, I can't think when you do that."

  "You mean, this?" Pushing up her sweatshirt, he covered one nipple with his mouth. "Or this?"

  She panted, her warm breath tickling his scalp. "Yes."

  He raised his head. "I'll stop."

  "No." The smile was in her voice. He could almost see the dimple. "We can make bedding with our clothes."

  "Good idea."

  Quickly, they stripped out of their garments. Spreading them across the wooden dock, they lay down side by side. The cool night air chilled his flesh, but only at first. Soon he forgot the temperature, the mosquitoes, and everything but the sweet, hot woman at his side.

  In the darkness, they made slow, languorous love. He caressed her, fondled her, slid his fingers into her hot, slick pussy while his thumb massaged her clit. She stroked the length of the thickened flesh of his cock, rubbed his balls, and licked at his nipples, as he licked at hers. She drove him wild, mindless, reckless. He nearly forgot the damn condom, so hot and ready was he to bury himself in her. He fished the packet from his pocket at the last possible moment, nearly filling the damn thing before he got it on.

  Leslie spread her legs for him, reached out to him, pulling him down on top of her. He pushed inside her, going deep. "Oh, yes," she murmured against his ear.

  He covered her mouth with his, driving his tongue in imitation of his penis, in and out, deeper and deeper, harder, faster.

  She met him thrust for thrust, matching his rhythm, bucking harder as she neared her climax. He came just as she screamed into the night, her sounds of pleasure mixing with his and reverberating over the lake.

  They collapsed in a tight embrace and lay spent, recuperating their energy in a companionable silence.

  "I sure hope the park manager doesn't come down here to investigate my screams," Leslie whispered.

  "Hank? Naw, he's asleep by now."

  "You don't think that woke him up?" She shifted to rest on her elbow. "Just in case, let's dress."

  "Okay." He helped her re-claim her sweats, then scrambled back into his own clothes. "I think the risk of discovery, though, adds excitement, don't you?"

  She picked up the flashlight and turned it on. "I don't need any more excitement when I'm around you, Gray Webster."

  He grabbed her arm and pulled her against him. "That's the nicest thing anybody's said to me in a long time."

  Then he kissed her, a deep, probing kiss that promised more was in store when they returned to the motorhome.

  A lot more.

  Chapter Eleven

  It hurt her to walk. It hurt her to sit. And still Leslie wanted Gray again. They'd returned to Rob's camper so she could change into dry clothes. Gray lit the burner and heated water for hot tea while she slipped out of her clothes. He'd seen her naked, up close and personal, so she opted to change in front of him instead of that tiny closet that doubled as a bathroom. The only light was the low voltage lamp over the range.

  The dry clothes didn't make it on her before Gray moved behind her, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. "Seeing your gorgeous body makes me hard all over again."

  Heady with her feminine power, she smiled. "What are you going to do about it?"

  "Unfortunately, the condoms are next door, so I guess I'll wait."

  Leslie was sore and tender, but she longed to make love to Gray in a way she never had before, with any man, in a way she'd never wanted to before. "Take off your clothes."

  "I don't think..."

  "I don't want you to think. Just let me have my way with you this time."

  He turned her around to face him. "I need to protect you, Leslie."

  "Trust me." Her gaze held his. "Please."

  Without breaking eye contact, he unsnapped his jeans, slid his zipper open, then slipped the jeans to his ankles. Stepping out of the jeans, he kicked them under the dinette. His briefs followed his shirt and socks.

  He stood before her, his penis jutting out hard and shiny and pink. She stared at the sheer beauty of his anatomy, recalling the immense pleasure his hands and mouth had brought her. And this magnificent tool. Her clit tingled and throbbed in response.

  She fell back onto the sofa. She scooted to the edge and reached her arms out to him. His eyes widened, his eyebrows lifted. "Come here."

  Two steps within the confines of the mini-motorhome brought him to her. He stood, waiting, staring into her eyes. "If you keep looking at me that way, I really will come here. And now."

  She licked her lips, slowly, deliberately. His hands fisted at his sides. Leaning forward, she licked the smooth tip of his penis, her tongue swirling around the opening. With a groan, Gray dug his hands into her hair, as if to hang on for dear life.

  She licked and sucked, until his fluid beaded at the tip. She lapped it up, relishing the salty male taste of his semen. Oh, yes. She wanted him, all of him. Her hands caressed his scrotum, massaging the pebbled flesh of his balls. He groaned again.

  His hands tightened against her scalp when she opened fully and took all of him in her mouth. Mindful of her teeth, careful not to gag herself, she guided him in and out, in and out, her lips grazing the ribbed hardness of his engorged flesh. In and out, in and out, she stepped up the pace.

  "Sweet Jesus, Leslie, I'm going to come."

  Exactly what she wanted him to do.

  Come, Gray. Come now, fill my mouth.

  She maintained her tempo, in and out, pumping, then milking as he spurted and spilled over her tongue and into her mouth. She swallowed, then milked him dry, drinking her fill of him.

  He collapsed against her and they fell together over the sofa, naked limbs entangled. "God, sweetheart, I wasn't expecting ... you didn't have to..."

  "I wanted to pleasure you, Gray, as you have repeatedly pleasured me."

  "You're unbelievable."

  "Unprecedented?"

  "Absolutely."

  She laughed. "Well, for what it's worth, you're my first blow job."

  "It was a first for me, too. But I can't imagine a better one."

  Myra had never offered to suck him off? What a fool. But another thought nagged her. She'd never given Josh a real, all-the-way-swallowing blow job, either.

  She'd never wanted to. How curious.

  Gray gathered her into his arms and kissed her. "You're a special woman, Leslie."

  "Aw, gee, you don't have to say that to get my clothes off. Wait. They're already off."

  He buried his face in her breasts and suckled a nipple. "Yes, how convenient."

  Intense desire shot through her, clear to her toes. He added his thumb to his sensual assault on her nipples. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the fog of arousal. Had he taken it as a challenge when she'd told him he could make her come just by fondling her breasts?

  The shrill whistle of the tea kettle broke the spell.

  * * * *

  Gray sat beside Leslie on the sofa. Sipping tea, they were still naked. Self-consciousness had melted away into an easy companionship. His body still hummed from fellatio. Generous, tender, and passionate in sex, Leslie had surpassed his wildest fantasies. Better even than his strange dream, where Myra turned into Leslie. No woman had ever satisfied and excited him as she had. And he wanted more.

  How many more times and ways could he have her tonight? By the time they'd finished the hot tea, he was half-way to another erection. He had more staying power now. He intended to slow down their love-making, to give Leslie the best sex of her life.

  Taking their empty mugs, he slid them on the dinette table. Then, without a word, he stretched out on the sofa, urging her body beside his.

  "What time is it?" she asked.

  He turned to check the time. "If you set the correct time on the microwave oven, it's nearly midnight."

  "So we have plenty of time."

  "Plenty of time. Yes. What do you hav
e in mind, woman?"

  "Getting dressed and moving back to your place, since that's where the condoms are."

  "Damn. I forgot." He pulled himself away from her sexy body and reached for his pile of clothes. "Let's go."

  After Leslie dressed in clean sweats and underwear, removed her contacts, then locked the door to Rob's camper, she followed Gray back through the path to site twelve. Rain peppered them as they raced through the vines and bushes. As soon as they climbed inside his motorhome, Gray dimmed the lights and locked the door. When he turned to reach for Leslie, she was already naked.

  His breath hitched. "Wait for me, babe."

  "My clothes got wet. I'm hanging them up to dry on these cabinet knobs."

  "Good idea." Good excuse. He followed suit and hung up his clothes in the shower. He detoured by the bedroom to grab another condom, then returned to the front of the coach.

  Leslie had removed her glasses. She spread his beach towel over the sofa, then sat down. "Why am I all of a sudden nervous?"

  "Maybe because I've threatened to have my way with you."

  "I feel like a teenager on my first date." She hugged herself as if to hide her nakedness. "This is silly."

  "Tell me what you want, Leslie. It's your call. We can just go to bed and hold each other. I know you must be sore..."

  She gave him a half-grin. "You must be sore, too."

  "True. But not too sore."

  "Good, because I have to have you inside me one more time." She gazed up at him with those doe eyes, darkened with desire.

  He hardened in an instant. Of course, he'd been semi-aroused almost all night. "How do you want it?"

  She flicked out her tongue and ran it over her upper lip. "Surprise me."

  Ooh, boy.

  They turned out all the lights and cuddled on the sofa, listening to the rain tapping the motorhome roof. Even though Gray was rock-solid hard, he didn't rush Leslie. Shy, sore, or nervous, he wasn't about to push his luck. The night had been too perfect up until now to spoil. He'd let her set the pace.

  She slid onto his lap, straddling him, rubbing her sex against his. Teasing him. Then she threaded her fingers through his hair and brushed her lips across his.

  "Easy, babe."

  "Hard, Gray." She giggled at her joke. "I like that in a man."

  "I like that in you."

  "Then what are you waiting for?"

  He kissed her, long and deep. "You're sore. I don't want to hurt you."

  "I'm not really sore. Just tender. And so sensitive."

  "Yeah, me, too."

  "Let's try a different position, exercise a few different muscles."

  "I love an adventurous woman. Show me what you want."

  She slid off his lap, to the carpet, and leaned over the sofa on all fours. "Doggy style."

  "I thought women didn't like it doggy style." Myra certainly didn't. She said it was crude.

  "Maybe they don't know about the G spot."

  G spot? He thought that was a myth. That's what Myra had claimed. But Leslie wasn't Myra, not by a long shot. He stood, sheathed himself, then got on his knees behind Leslie. "Your wish is my command."

  He slipped his fingers through her curls until he found her moist heat. She welcomed his fingers, moaning her pleasure as he slid them in and out. He moved his hand to the front of her abdomen, then grazed her clitoris with his wet finger. His other hand moved to her tits, finding one stiffened nipple to stimulate.

  She wriggled, moaned, and spread her legs wider for him. "Please, now."

  Not wanting to hurt her tender flesh, he eased the tip of his shaft at her opening. Slowly, he slid inside. But Leslie had other plans. She backed against him, taking him hard and deep. God, she felt good. He loved the friction deep inside her, the way she took his full length. The way she rocked and stroked him. He returned his hand to her clit, rubbing gentle circles as he plunged inside her from behind, keeping pace with the movement of their joined bodies. They rocked together in long, hard, steady movements. Each stroke seemed deeper, tighter, stimulating his body until it ached for release.

  She threw back her head and cried out, then jerked against him as her orgasm swept through her. Wildly, she thrashed her body as wave after wave of spasms tightened against his embedded cock.

  Never had he known such freedom, such lack of inhibition in having sex. Then his thinking disintegrated as spirals of pleasure spread throughout his groin, seizing him with sensation after sensation, rocking him with his own explosive climax.

  "Oh, God, Gray," she said, panting. "I don't know about other women, but I love doggy style."

  "You do, eh?"

  "Oh, yes. Soon as you've, uh, recovered, could we do that again, please?"

  Chapter Twelve

  Gray opened one eye and stared at the digital clock. Six o'clock. The nude feminine body spooned against him stirred. His libido stirred. How could he possibly be aroused again? At this rate, he'd have to be treated at an emergency clinic for a raw, chafed penis.

  "Good morning." Leslie stretched, turning to face him.

  The faint fragrance of baby powder tickled his nostrils. Her firm nipples collided with his bare torso. A fresh wave of longing washed over him. Unprecedented, she'd said, which perfectly described their night of lovemaking. A dull shaft of daylight slipped beneath the window blind. Both his eyes open now, they brought into focus the empty foil packages, evidence of the evening's pleasures.

  He raised up on one elbow, leaning over her. She smiled, her eyes droopy from too little sleep and too much loving. With his finger, he circled her dimple, then replaced his finger with his tongue. "I love your dimple."

  I love you.

  He dared not speak the words, not yet. But he knew without a doubt he was in love with her. His powerful feelings could mean nothing less. He also knew she wasn't ready to believe him. He'd have to be patient.

  "You're a man of good taste. And a man who tastes good."

  Her words rocked him, resurrecting memories of her mouth covering his throbbing flesh. He hardened just thinking about it. "Geez, woman, I want you again." He covered her mouth with his.

  She pushed him to his back, then straddled him. "You better not be out of condoms." In answer, he handed her the box. She rummaged through the carton, pulled out a foil packet and smiled. "Ta da."

  "Put it on me."

  "With pleasure." She tore open the packet. "You may want to pick up more today."

  He laughed. "I'll take care of it." God, it felt so good, so right to laugh with Leslie, to wake up with her in his bed. To make love with her.

  To love her.

  He braced himself as she fondled him intimately, then rolled the condom over his sensitive skin. Her smile faded, her eyes closed as she lowered herself onto him inch by delicious inch. What a way to start the day.

  Instead of taking longer to build their passion to the point of no return, stimulation came quickly to his sensitive, tender body. Leslie rode him, rocking against him until she cried out her release and collapsed against his chest. Her climax triggered his own. He bucked against her, bursting into another explosion of mindless ecstasy.

  Later, after they'd taken turns showering in the tiny bathroom, Gray served coffee and cinnamon rolls at the dinette. One look at Leslie, damp and smiling from her shower, had him aching for her all over again. Tonight. They had the rest of the week. The rest of their lives. Forever, if he had his way.

  "Kat's not back yet." She peered through his window at campsite thirteen. "I guess it's too early."

  "You can see her from here when Rob drives up."

  She sipped her coffee. "When are you leaving?"

  "After breakfast." He shrugged. "I dread talking with Myra, but want to get it over with. Then I'll be able to relax for the rest of my vacation." With you.

  "Good luck, Gray. I know this is hard for you."

  His one-track mind took over. "No, baby. It's hard for you."

  She laughed at his expression. "How flattering
!"

  "The truth is, I can't seem to get enough of you."

  "Me, too." She finished her coffee and roll, then stood. "Thanks for breakfast. I'd better get out of your way so you can unhook."

  "I know. I'll miss you today." He pulled her into his arms for a quick kiss, knowing better than to make it a real one. He'd never leave if he kissed her the way he longed to.

  "I'll miss you, too. But you can't very well take me with you." Flashing him her dimpled smile, she gathered her toothbrush and eyeglasses. "Don't forget to go shopping."

  "Right." He winked, remembering the condoms. "I do have a few things to pick up."

  He also needed to grab clean sheets and towels. The bed smelled of sex and baby powder and insect repellent. And sex. Lots of sex.

  Unprecedented sex.

  Gray grinned like the goofy guy on the cover of Mad Magazine.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The sun had chosen the same week as Leslie to take a vacation. She'd planned to sit outside with her freshly-brewed coffee and wait for Kat. Mother Nature had other ideas, as in an all day drizzle.

  Rob dropped off Kat on his way to work. She rushed into the motorhome, slammed the door, then raised two plastic bags. "Food!"

  Leslie took the bags. "Great. I hope it's healthy stuff for you and the baby."

  Kat shrugged out of her slicker, then hung it in the shower. "Look and see."

  Leslie unpacked a bunch of bananas, a package of apples, a six-pack of yogurt, baked wheat crackers, a quart of skim milk, a package of ready-to-eat salad and two cans of tuna packed in water. "I'm impressed. So you're giving up junk food?"

  Kat harrumphed. "For the next eight months. Then all bets are off."

  "How's the nausea? Can I brew you some mint tea?"

  "Oh, Les, mint tea would be super. I'm a bit queasy."

  "Relax. I'll handle the groceries." Leslie lit the burner under the tea kettle, then stowed the groceries.

  Meanwhile, Kat kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the sofa. "Where's Gray? His motorhome's gone."

  "He's on his way to tell Myra to cancel the wedding."