A Break in the Monotony - Sex Stories

A Break in the Monotony

... orange leaves from the local sawtooth oaks and red tupelos. The river nearby provided a lovely soundtrack and the small mountain of rocks at the middle of the site would be a perfect start for building a campfire.

We were all starving, so we quickly put up our respective tents, unrolled our sleeping bags and got started on dinner: grilled chicken and asparagus, topped off with baked beans. It wasn't luxurious but having just burned more calories in a few hours than I had all week, I would have enjoyed anything.

So far, the day could not have gone any better. Cynthia was as cool as I remembered and both Landon and I finally started to unwind from the stress of our city lives. I pulled out a little weed and Landon the 12-pack of beer he brought, and we sat back, told stories and let the night take us. By 11 or so we were all gassed and headed to our tents for what we all hoped would be a deep, long sleep.

Trying to be gentlemen, we put Cynthia's tent between ours, thinking that any animal intruders would have to go through us before getting to her. I could hear her zipping up her tent from the inside, spend a few minutes getting situated and then slide into her sleeping bag and pull up the zipper. After that, all was mostly quiet. The wind ran through the treetops and the nocturnal animals came to life.

Just when sleep was finally in my grasp, I heard what sounded like a phone buzzing. But it wasn't intermittent, as would be expected. It was consistent and ...

... constant. For the first 60 or so seconds I listened; I figured the noise would just fade away, but it stayed. Finally, the softest, most subtle of moans, floated to my ears. It was Cynthia. She was using a vibrator and, from the sound of it, was about to climax. We had at least 4 pieces of fabric between us (our sleeping bags and each of our tents) but I could sense her every movement. I could smell her pussy, a sweet musk that I'd bottle up and keep if I had the chance, and my imagination ran with the gentle caresses she must have been giving her breast with her free hand. I was terrified to breathe for fear of either alerting her that I was awake or making any noise that would drown out her moans and labored breathing. Over the next 15 minutes, I held my dick in my hands, wanting to stroke it, feeling it grow as her pleasure increased. I counted at least 5 separate build ups, climaxes and quiet come downs - each unique and all entrancing. I was wide awake and hard as a rock. If there was ever a time I needed to relieve the tension weighing down my balls, it was now. But, in this instance, silence seemed paramount.

When the buzzing finally stopped, the sounds of nature returned. Obviously they were there the entire time but during my period of hyper focus everything else was drowned out. If only I could have that same level of focus in every other aspect of my life. With the biggest smile on my face and my extreme exhaustion taking over, I dozed off to sleep, excited to see this ...