Camping Exposure

"Jesus," I whispered to myself as I stood inside the door, my heart pounding in my chest. "I don't believe I just did that. What the hell was I thinking?"

I glanced out the window toward the road and saw the two ladies still standing there, one clearly arguing with the other. The one that had been scowling walked off, leaving the other standing there, looking at the trailer for several seconds before she too turned and walked up the road toward wherever their trailer was. I was still shaking my head at myself as I dried off with a towel in the bathroom and then flopped on the bed, naked, surprised at how hard my dick still was given how many times I'd come in the last two days.

I couldn't help but stroke myself slowly as I lay there, my eyes closed, remembering the looks on the two ladies' faces. My hand gently slid the length of my shaft, my palm rubbing lightly over my engorged head as I remembered the look on the first lady's face, clearly startled, turning quickly to a clearly disapproving scowl. The other, equally surprised, but instead, her surprise turning to a crooked little smile. That smiling face showed even more lustful desire as I stood there, wringing out the towel, her tongue licking her lips lightly as she stood and watched the water running over my rock-hard dick, which was pointed straight at her. I couldn't help but wonder what she'd have done if it wasn't for her disapproving friend. Walked over to me and shown me her tits? Maybe pulled her shorts down to show me her pussy?

I could imagine myself standing there, reaching between her legs and feeling the hot moisture between her lips as she reached for my dick and wrapped her hands around it. My mind pictured her standing there, nothing on but the poncho, her body completely nude under it. I could almost feel her hands stroking me as I let my fingers work between her lips, one finger pushing up into her and then slowly sliding the length of her slit to find her hard clit and tease it.

"Shit." I grunted as my cock erupted, shooting a squirt of cum all the way to my chin in a surprisingly quick climax I barely felt building. Three more times my body jerked and pumped cum onto my stomach before it was just a slow drool leaking onto my body as I lay panting in surprise. "Jesus, Allen! What are you thinking? You don't even know who that was and you're imagining playing with her?"

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It was surprisingly late when I finally woke up, having fallen asleep naked on my bed, the remnants of dried cum on my chest and stomach. I supposed the only reason I woke up was hunger. It was well past dinner time, almost eight o-clock. I washed the cum off my chest and pulled on a pair of running shorts. The pork chops were already sitting in the sink thawed, all they needed was to be grilled. I walked to the door to step out and start the grill and paused. All I had on was a pair of thin, and I do mean thin, nylon running shorts. No shirt, no underwear, nothing but a pair of running shorts that my wife would chastise the hell out of me wearing without something under them. Not that I wouldn't dress like that at home, partly intending to tease my wife into playing around, but she'd never let me wear something like it in public.

I chuckled to myself and walked out to light the grill. It didn't take long and I was back in the trailer getting my cooking stuff together. It was still raining lightly outside, but between the awning that covered a large portion of the length of the trailer, and the smaller overhanging door that was part of the outdoor kitchen built into the side of the trailer, I had plenty of room to work and stay dry. I heard the crunch of footsteps in the gravel behind me, clearly trying to step quietly, presumably to scare me. I continued to stand in front of the small gas grill, watching the pork chops sizzle in the flames, doing my best not to jump when a pair of hands slipped around my waist.

Two soft, delicate, feminine hands to be precise. Both of them slid slowly around until they both pressed against my stomach. The pair of hands moved as a body pressed against me. I could feel a pair of cloth-covered, very hard, nipples, press against my bare back as the hands moved, one up and one down. The right hand of the person behind me slipped up to my chest, gently stroking my right nipple, while the other slipped down, working into the elastic waistband of my shorts and down to my flacid cock.

"I'm surprised you just didn't push the shorts down altogether," I said softly without looking back. "But then if you did, since I'd be practically naked, I'd expect you to be the same way. That shirt would have to be gone." I expected Toto to respond in some way, but the way she did actually surprised me. The hands disappeared from around my body, and in a few moments I felt her tits press against me again, this time bare against my bare back. The hands then returned to my hips, finding the waistband of my shorts and pushing them slowly down. I felt the waistband push down my hips and over my butt cheeks before sliding on their own all the way to my ankles, leaving me damn near naked. The hands moved to my already hardening dick, both hands grasping it and starting to slowly stroke it.

"Mmmmmm. That feels nice. You want me to return the favor honey?" I asked Toto, still not looking back at her, just enjoying her playing with me, even if it was still light enough out to be seen from the road. I guess our earlier sex session had loosened her up a little, because before that I would never have expected her to do anything like this. The only answer I got was a soft kiss on the back of my neck. I lifted my arms and turned in her arms, forcing her to let go of my dick as I turned, her hands moving to my bare butt as I rotated. My body pulled from her soft tits and I felt the shirt or whatever she was wearing slip down her body again.

"HOLY SHIT!" I gasped as I looked at the woman in front of me. I started to step back and felt my bare ass press to the table and feel the heat of the grill, making me jump forward instead so I didn't get my ass burned. The motion forced me against the woman in front of me, my dick pressed against her bare stomach as I struggled to catch my balance. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed us together as we both shifted our feet to rebalance ourselves. Only then did I ease my grip on her, even if she didn't ease hers on me. She stood in front of me in what looked like a nightshirt, which was still pulled up above one breast, pressed bare against my chest. My hands felt her bare lower back and the curve of her equally bare butt.

"I didn't mean to startle you," the woman from the road said. "I was headed to the showers and saw you out here, and well, I couldn't resist, not after that little show you put on."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled as her hands squeezed and kneaded my butt, clearly not at all interested in letting go. "That was kinda crude of me to do."

"Actually, I found it to be rather titillating," she said back. "Now, you were saying something about returning the favor?"

"I did?"

"Uh huh. While you were enjoying where my hands were. I wouldn't mind going back to that, my hands on you and your hands on something more sensitive than my butt." One of her hands left my rear end and slipped between us, finding my slightly softened dick and wrapping around it.

"I. Um. I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

"I'm sure you did. One of the girls from across the road, maybe? I saw you going out earlier, the busty one sitting topless? Not that I blame you; she is pretty good looking."

"Well, um, yeah," I answered, still holding her butt.

"I was walking up to the showers and saw you out here, in just those little shorts, and well, I just had to come take a look."

"Um. I see."

"My sister would die if she knew what I was doing right now, standing here, half naked, playing with your dick, which is very hard by the way. Is that by chance an indication that you're finding me at least somewhat attractive?"

"I. Um. You're not unattractive," I mumbled, not at all sure what to answer to a strange woman with my dick in her hand.

"So, you going to return the favor?" she prodded gently. "I mean, I'm standing here with nothing but this little nightshirt on. You could reach between my legs and there wouldn't be anything to stop you from touching my bare pussy."

"I suppose there wouldn't be," I said, not moving for several seconds until she squeezed my dick a little to encourage me. "That what you want? You want to be naughty?"

"I haven't ever been, and well, after what you did earlier," she whispered.

I moved my hands to her hips and pushed her back before lifting her nightshirt. She hesitated for several seconds and then lifted her hands, letting me pull it up so she was naked. I stepped out of my shorts and then stepped around her to get her little bag of shower stuff, which I assumed included soap. "If you want to be naughty, why don't we just take care of that shower right here."

"Here? Out in the open?"

"Well, if you don't want to-" I said, letting it hang open for a few moments.

"No, I want to, I think."

I turned around and turned off the grill before my pork chops got totally burned and then stepped to the outside shower controls to turn on the water. I adjusted the temperature, spraying my hand with the hose-nozzle-type sprayer and then held my hand out to her.

"You sure about this?"

"I've done it twice now. But, if you don't want to."

She looked down at my rock-hard dick and grinned. "No, I want to."

"So, what's your name?" I asked as I gently sprayed water all over her body.

"Rachel," she answered as I put the sprayer aside and reached for her shower bag that I had set on the table by the grill.

"And who was the disapproving friend earlier?"

"Joanne, my sister," she answered as I pulled out what looked like a travel-sized body wash.

"So, Rachel, you married?" I asked as I squirted some on my hand.

"Not any more," she whispered as I placed both soapy hands on her soft tits, cupping each one and massaging them gently. I felt her hands find my dick and start to play with it while I rubbed my hands around her chest and began working downward. "Oh my," she whispered as I curled my fingers between her legs. "Ohhhhhh my." She moaned softly as I let my middle finger slip between the copious amount of inner labia that protruded from between her soft outer lips. I stroked my finger back and forth across her clit as I let my left hand move back to her breasts. We stood there, her hand stroking my dick, while I teased her clit and squeezed her rock-hard nipples. As she stroked me, I couldn't help but feel her pulling my dick toward her, toward the juncture of her legs as if she wanted me to put it between them but didn't want to actually ask me to. I was so damn turned on at that point that I definitely wasn't thinking as clearly as I should have. My raging hormones were doing the thinking for me.

"I think it's time to do your back," I said, abruptly pulling my hands from her. I grabbed the nozzle and rinsed the soap from her before turning her around to face away from me. "Here. Why don't you lean on this while I do your back?" I said quietly, coaxing her to bend partly over to rest her hands on the small table. I squirted some body wash on her back and then began to rub it around, lathering it up as my hands worked down her back and then down over her butt cheeks. I let one hand slip between her legs and stroke her pussy, running my fingers over and between her wet lips. While she was enjoying that, I squatted down a little bit and grasped my dick with my free hand. I stroked it a few times to coat it with soap, and the shuffled a half step closer to her.

I slipped my hand from between her legs and replaced it with the head of my dick, rubbing it back and forth between her lips. If she realized what I was doing and wanted to object, she could, but she either didn't realize or didn't want me to stop. I felt my head find the entrance to her depths and then straightened my legs, forcing my dick into her wet pussy.

"Ohmygodyes," she moaned as I slipped slowly deeper into her. "Oh god, you feel so fucking big."

"You like?"

"Oh god, yes," she answered as I pulled my dick out of her, letting my head slip all the way out of her. "Oh please, don't stop. Please." She moaned as I gently pushed my head into her again and then fed my length into her. I started to rock my hips, driving my dick in and out of her. I let my hands spread the soap around her back and then moved my hands to her hanging, swinging tits. I grasped both orbs and squeezed them as I started to drive harder into her. In and out I went as it got darker out, the sound of my body slapping her wet bare ass echoing off the side of the trailer. She grunted and began to moan, "Oh god I'm coming," over and over as I drove my dick in and out of her spasming pussy. I kept plunging into her over and over until she reached behind her and grasped my hip. "Stop. Don't pull out, just stop for a minute, please."

"Sure." I panted, stopping my stroking, surprised that I hadn't shot a load into her yet.

"I don't think I can take much more, but I don't want you to stop either."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Do you think you can wash my hair without pulling your cock out of me?"

"Never tried."

"Wanna?"

"Why not?" I agreed. She straightened up, keeping her butt pressed against me so I didn't fall out, as if that was going to happen, as hard as I was at that moment. She reached for the shower hose and then arched her back, pushing her ass at me as she tilted her head back. She carefully wet her head while I held her hips and slowly stroked in and out of her, drawing a moan from her as she set the hose down.

"God, you feel like a fucking log inside me. I hope your wife won't be too upset that I borrowed you this way."

"I don't think I plan on telling her," I mumbled guiltily as she squeezed something from a small bottle into her hand.

"You just keep doing that while I wash my hair," she whispered, rocking her hips slightly in time with my slow stokes.

"Uh-huh," I breathed, letting my hands slide back up from her hips to her tits. I cupped both full mounds and squeezed and played with them while I continued to stroke in and out of her sopping wet pussy. It took several minutes for her to wash her hair, and once she was done and rinsed, she pulled off my dick.

"Come with me."

"Where?" I asked as she pulled me off into the gloom. Because of the clouds darkness was closing in further, no moonlight or starlight seeping through. My eyes had adjusted pretty well to the gloom, allowing me to see her body well enough as she pulled me to the picknic table that was in the site and turned to sit on the end.

She lay back and lifted her legs. "I always wanted to try this, but my husband never had the courage to do it. I'm guessing you do." In answer, I grasped my hard-on and aimed it at her pussy. She lifted and spread her legs for me, letting me step between them and push my engorged head and shaft deep into her. "Ohhhhh yes. That's it. Make me come again if you can. I really want to come around a dick again." I pressed my thumb against her clit and began to rub it in circles as I stroked in and out of her. In only a few moments she was holding onto the table, with her legs resting on my shoulders, trying to lift her butt off the table toward me with each stroke. In and out I plunged, the rain falling on both of us, but neither of us caring.

"Ohhhhh fuck. Here it comes again. Keep going. It's coming. Ohhhhh yes. OHHHHHH YES YES YES!" she cried loudly as her pussy squeezed tightly around me. Her body trembled and shook as she panted for breath and climaxed around my fat shaft. The sudden change in pressure was just enough and my body raced to it's final act in only a few dozen more strokes. "FUCK YES!" she cried into the night as she felt my dick pumping cum into her depths. "OHhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck." She breathed as I stood there between her legs, my body jerking and spasming as I filled her with cum, or at least my dick tried to, as if there was any left to pump.

"RACHEL! IS THAT YOU?!" I heard from the road, recognizing the voice as Rachel's disapproving sister.

"Oh fuck. Here it comes." Rachel groaned. "What a way to ruin a perfectly good fuck."

"Rachel! How could you? Don't you have any self respect? Having sex with a strange man, and doing it in public? What's gotten into you? And you!" she said as she continued to walk toward us from the road. "I'm sure the rangers will be happy to throw your perverted ass out! Having sex in public! How disgusting."

"Oh for the love of god, Joanne," Rachel said as she pushed me out of her and back so she could get to her feet. "You'll do nothing of the kind. I came over here and seduced him. So you can just shut the hell up for a change."

"You? You seduced him? Come on. I'm supposed to believe that?"

"You better, because I did. I walked right up behind him and wrapped my arms around him and stuffed my hand down his shorts. So yeah, this is my doing. Now, I've had a nice outside shower with Allen, I've had two very nice orgasms, and I've felt a man come in me for the first time in years. Now I think I'll get my clothes and head back to the camper. If you know what's good for you, you'll ask him to help you shower too. If you're lucky he might even fuck you if you ask nice. Lord knows Larry isn't about to."

Rachel walked to where her nightgown lay on the gravel and picked it up. She hung it over her arm and then continued to where her poncho lay on the ground. She slipped her poncho on, walked to the grill table to grab her stuff and turned to look at us. She flipped the poncho apart, letting it hang over her shoulder so I could see her naked body as she stepped back toward us. She stepped right up to me, pressing her bare tits to my chest once again, leaning in to kiss my cheek. Without another word she headed off toward her camper up the road, the poncho still over her shoulder so she was basically walking naked.

"What the hell has gotten into my sister, I don't know. I can tell you this: she's not going to be coming back for any repeat performances."

"That's up to her," I said with a shrug. "But like she said, I didn't start this, she did."

"You could have stopped it."

"Could have. Chose not to. She seemed pretty determined."

"It's a damn good thing we're leaving tomorrow!"

I didn't say that I agreed, though I damn well did. My wife was due back in the next night and sis here looked like she could cause me all kinds of trouble. I walked over and rinsed myself off and then pulled my mostly cold dinner off the grill and headed inside.

I sat and ate, wondering what the hell had gotten into me. I'd never cheated on my wife, not that I hadn't thought about it a few times, but I'd never actually done it, now I'd done it with two women in the same day. I really didn't know what to think, or how I was going to deal with telling my wife. Was I even going to tell her? Could I keep something like this secret from her? I flopped into bed, still naked, wondering what the hell had gotten into me. Worse, the week was far from over. If I'd done this in only a couple days, what would I find myself doing the rest of the week? No, this felt like it could only end badly for me if my wife ever found out about it. We didn't have secrets from each other, but maybe, just maybe, this I would have to keep secret.