The Adventures of Karen: The Camping Trip - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Karen: The Camping Trip

As much as Karen loves the outdoors, I was surprised to find out that she had never gone tent camping before. She seemed quite excited when I proposed the idea, so I went ahead and collected a tent, two sleeping bags, a Coleman Stove, and enough food and drink to feed us well for the weekend. So, off we went, to a remote part of the northeast Kingdom of Vermont, not far from the Canadian border. I smiled as she said how much she was looking forward to “communicating with nature “as her hand squeezed my semi-rigid cock as we drove deeper into the woods. We saw more and more natural beauty and less and less civilization. It was late afternoon when we reached our destination. We set up camp along a small stream, the nearest town several miles away. Summer in Vermont, even this far north can be very warm, so, when she suggested we take a quick dip in the river, I readily agreed, anxious to see her nakedness. Knowing how chilly spring water can be I was prepared for the shock of cold water on my skin, and ran in, splashing. “Come on in! It feels great!” Eager to please, she ran after me, diving in and coming up next to me, shoulder deep in the clear blue waters of this bucolic mountain paradise. “Fuck! This water is freezing!” she said as she pressed her cold hardened nipples against my chest and ground her pelvis against my cold shriveled cock. “You’re going to need to do a whole hell of a lot to warm me up, you sneaky son-of-a-bitch!” she added with a smile as she laid a kiss ...

... on me as she clung to me. I picked her up and carried her back to the campsite, grabbing a towel to dry us off. Carefully toweling off her breasts, I kissed each before moving the towel down toward her hips, repeating the process, and getting to taste my red haired companion. “So, how am I doing?” I asked, as I sat on my haunches feathering her clit, as I dried her long freckled legs. “It’s a good start, Grey, but you have a lot more to do before I forgive you for that,” she said as she pointed to the river. “How about, I cook us up some dinner before we get into some serious sack time?” I asked as I stood up. “Oh, so you think you can buy me off with dinner and fuck me? What kind of girl do you think I am?” she said faking indignation, followed by a sly smile. “Playing hard to get are we?” I replied, adding, “can I up the ante with a bottle of wine?” As she gathered her clothes and got re-dressed, she said, “It depends on how good the wine is, and on whatever else I can drink.” She was staring directly at my hardening manhood, with that ‘come and fuck me’ look in her eyes. With the steak, grilled veggies, and a bottle of Cab Franc consumed we decided to retire to our sleeping bags. She suggested that we sleep out under the stars, so I dragged them from the tent and set them up close to the fire. We lay there, side by side, naked, her head on my chest, my hand cupping her breast and hers cupping my balls. She said, “I think I need something more to drink.” “I have another ...