camping

“Good morning,” he said seductively. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time!”

“What did you do?” I asked, a little panicky.

“Just what you wanted me to do,” he answered defensively, still holding me close so I could feel his hardness between my butt cheeks.

“I shouldn’t have let you do that,” I muttered. “I thought you were my husband.”

“I think you rather enjoyed that,” he challenged. “And I think I’m going to do it again!”

“Oh no you’re not,” I said, and struggled as his fingers began circling my clit again. At that point, I realized that he had not penetrated me at all, and I was a little embarrassed as he slipped the tip of his finger inside of me and I moaned appreciatively, my body betraying my real feelings.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered into my ear, then nibbled gently. At that point, he had me a hundred percent. My ears are so sensitive and his breath and teeth on them threw me over the edge.

I rolled over and squirmed my body against his, frantically touching his penis through his boxer shorts and making out like I was a teenager again myself. I didn’t think about the fact that I could be his mother, or that my husband was a mile below us in the canyon. All I could think about was unleashing his member and finally seeing it completely uncovered.