“I had fun last night, did you, sweetie?” I asked, watching as the young couple folded their tent, sipping on my first coffee. I was tired, but thinking that camping wasn’t so bad sometimes.
“I did! God, what a hoot! I’m hurting this morning, though. I haven’t had that much in a while, but I guess it happens when you keep up with the young! What time did you come to bed?” Hub asked as he drew his first sip from the mug I’d set in front of him.
“Oh, not long after you, I guess. I cleaned up, showered, then remembered to put the fire out, did that, and came to bed,” and did I ever put the fire out.
Never a fan of camping, I didn’t complain because the kids liked it, and it was something different. Buying the RV wasn’t my idea but, it made nature a little more bearable, as it did for visiting relatives. We didn’t use it often now, but rolled it out a couple of times a summer for a break.
Long weekends in state parks always brought a mixed bag of campers, and sometimes we got on with our neighbors, and other times we ignored them. Easy either way, hub always followed my lead. So when the handsome young man from the campsite next door asked to borrow an extension cord, we obliged.
“You can use it as long as you like, but nothing in life is free,” I teased.
“Isn’t kindness its own reward?” He coolly replied.
“If kindness is a bottle of wine, then it certainly is,” I smiled cheerfully, “I’m Teresa, and I find red goes best with camping.”
“Fred, please to meet you,” he said. “I’ll ask my girlfriend to bring some back with her.”
Fred let his eyes pass over my chest, and I, never missing a chance to show myself off, inhaled for him.
“Is there anything else, Fred?” Taking slightly too long of a pause.
“I’ll let you know, Teresa, I’ll let you know…” Fred’s voice trailed off as he gave me a coy smile before turning back to his campsite.
Although hard to be more obvious, men often missed the pitch, so it pleased me to see Fred return the ball.
A twinge of hope passed over me. Camping had never been horrible when I put in the effort.
We spent the day taking in the shorter trails, buying gifts at the park store, and napping. For me, the one thing the RV meant was glorious afternoon naps that I rarely took at home. Drifting to sleep, I dreamed of Fred in bed and of separating him from his girlfriend to find out.
Sitting around the fire that evening was always my favorite camping thing. I didn’t hate everything about camping, just most of it, and of those, the RV shower usually washed most away.
Sitting by the fire, I watched Fred and his girlfriend pull in. The car had been gone most of the day, so I wondered if he’d remembered my wine. Hub and I had our drinks and laughed at those stories we never tired of telling one another.
“Well, hello Fred! Is that a bottle in your hand, or are you just happy to see me?” I asked, never one to miss an opportunity to tell an awkward joke or mix a metaphor, no matter the circumstances. I used them to charm my victims into a false sense of my true nature. People are easier to manipulate when they underestimate you.
“It is a bottle, and I am happy to see you,” he smiled, with a hint of that knowing air I’d perceived earlier, “and so is Jane, my girlfriend.”
Jane was a dirty blond with welcoming brown eyes. Her generous curves framed her bigger chest, just as her navel ring accented her cute little tummy. Understanding why Fred dove into my cleavage with his eyes earlier, I found myself doing the same as I greeted her.
“Hello Jane, I’m Teresa, and my husband Mark,” gesturing towards him, seated as he was in his chair. It took him too long to stand up, so we’d dispensed with that courtesy. If it wasn’t apparent why, strangers soon figured it out.
“And thank you both for this!” Then, taking the bottle, still in its bag from Fred, I pulled it out to inspect the label.
“Lovely! I’ve never heard of it, but it’s the right color!” I gushed, “do you know why red pairs best with camping, Fred?”
“I, um, no, I have no idea actually, but I find it’s better to do than think when confused by clear direction.” Oh, good for you, sweetie, good for you! I was impressed.
“Because it doesn’t need to chill. So please join us, and by please, I mean no is not an acceptable answer. Fred, the chairs for you and Jane are behind the RV. Jane, would you mind giving me a hand?”
Ten minutes later, we were sitting with plates from the charcuterie board I’d made earlier in the day, in the event the seed I’d planted in Fred’s mind sprouted. And wine, of course, but not theirs, as it needed to breathe its first air in years, for 20 more minutes.
It was to be the second bottle shared between Jane and me as Mark insisted Fred enjoy my ‘famous’ whiskey sours from then on. Despite the thirty-year gap, we got on, and Fred was kind enough to help Mark into the RV when he called it quits.
Mark could take care of himself once in there, so I didn’t follow. Minutes later, the bedroom light was out, and so was Mark. He’d pushed himself beyond his bedtime, and drink knocked him out, even though my mix was weaker than it used to be.
“You’re not going to bed too soon, I hope,” Jane asked as she ran her finger down my forearm. The more she drank, the more she touched me when she spoke, and while none of us were drunk, I’m sure she was feeling good.
I’d planned to get her drunk then pounce on Fred, but something in her eyes and Fred’s lingering glances over the fire told me to bide my time. Intrigued, I asked, “why? Did you have something in mind?”
“I did! You’ve been so generous, so I was wondering if you’d like to come for a nightcap,” she brazenly asked.
“I’d be delighted!” Looking towards their desolate three-person pup-tent, these kids don’t waste time beating around the bush, do they? I thought, dampening.
“Give me a minute to freshen up!” I couldn’t believe how easy this was, but I wasn’t complaining. I’d played far more complicated games with lower odds, so it was nice to have one fall into my lap. I’d clean the mess up later, I told myself as I stripped.
I brushed my teeth, wiped down with a damp cloth, reapplied my deodorant, and stepped through a cloud of my favorite lilac Chanel No 5. Pulling my long nightie on, I slipped into my sandals and out the front door, though my excessive caution was unnecessary.
Climbing into their tent was the biggest challenge I’d faced all night. Tents weren’t my thing, but one endures, I suppose. My heart was racing because while I’d done stuff with women, I’d never gone all the way or had a threesome with one. Then, of course, Jane being so damned luscious helped.
They were settled in as I zipped the flap behind me and turned to them. In the low light, I saw they were naked and waiting for me. I stripped off my nightie and joined them on their foam mattress and nest of sleeping bags.
“Hello, again!” Greeting them sweetly, crawling in to join them. They responded by exploring my body with their hands and lips. Heat pooled in my pussy as they kissed and tugged at me before each taking a breast to fondle for themselves. I could get used to this, I thought.
Jane moved down my form and positioned herself between my legs. Her kisses, as fleeting as they were, had been thrilling. And I wanted more, so opened myself for her. Diving in, she scooched down, propped my legs with her shoulders, and devoured me.
Fred, ever the gentleman, offered his cock, which I sucked into my mouth.
Before I could bring him to completion, though knowing he was close after a few minutes, he and Jane switched. Fred expertly darted his tongue in and out of my slick pussy, and though his technique differed from Jane’s, I welcomed it, nonetheless.
Jane moved to my head and proffered her dripping wet pussy to me. I was hesitant, but looking into Jane’s eyes, her gentle smile compelled me to return the favor. She knelt over me, faced the rear of the tent, and stroked my hair gently while encouraging me to proceed.
I moved closer and tentatively licked her trimmed outer lips as I raised my head. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but Jane was delicious! Still hesitant and unsure if I was hitting her buttons, I mimicked Fred’s tongue, and that seemed to please her. I darted in and out of her pussy, lapping up her juices as I went, and giving my tongue a workout.
Fred’s movements got more frantic, and glancing down, I saw him jerking his cock as he ate me. Refocusing on Jane, her luscious folds, and the juices they produced were like ambrosia to my sex-starved soul.
Fred stopped licking me, but I was oblivious, lost in Jane. Then he was beside me, fishing something out of a hanging pocket near my head — a condom. The onset of menopause had made me less concerned, but the young never failed to surprise me with their diligence.
In an instant, I felt Fred’s cockhead press into me. Fucking me from the kneeling position, he was groaning in less than a minute before coming deep inside me. I find it thrilling to have a man cum in me, as if it somehow validates my sexuality.
Pulling out, he encouraged Jane to finish me. Climbing off, she turned and slid down my body then placed her pussy over my face so we could taste each other. While eating a pussy was exciting, I found it easier when my womanhood was getting attention.
Getting more enthusiastic as Jane worked me over with her expert tongue, she went back and forth between eating me and cleaning Fred’s now semi-erect cock, glistening with his cum.
Fred watched us fuck as one heaving beast, as Jane and I went to town on each other. My orgasm neared as Jane’s labia tightened around my tongue, forcing me to dive in with more vigor. My fingers dug into her thighs, and my mouth consumed her pussy as her little cries of pleasure grew louder, thought muffled by my pussy as they were.
Going first, she then brought me off soon after and we continued our rolling orgasms unison. She impressed me with her skill, as few men had made me orgasm with their mouths alone.
Fred, now in the corner watching, encouraged us sweetly until we couldn’t go on. When our breaths returned to normal, Jane crawled off, and I lifted my head, resting it on my hand as her sexy form slinked away in the darkness.
“If there actually is a nightcap, I wouldn’t refuse one,” I kidded them.
“Of course!” Fred fished a beer out of the electric cooler laughing. Twisting the top and handing the cold bottle to me, he said, “it’s the least I could do, considering it was your extension cord that kept them frosty.”
“Cheers!” I held it out to him as Jane snuggled into my breast, and took in my Chanel. “It looks like I’ll need to stay hydrated for just a little longer tonight.”
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