My First Time

The Flu: A Pandemic Escape on a Sex Farm Lusty young immigrants escape global plague on a Wisconsin farm. By MVP6. &nbsp;Listen to the&nbsp;&#9658;&nbsp;Podcast at&nbsp;Steamy Stories. Ustin and Manon met while on holiday in Prague and fell in love at first sight. Ustin was Russian and Manon was French. He loved Manon's impulsive ways and she loved his strong resilience. They were the poster-couple for young beauty, love, and little more than dreams. Other than the language of love the only words they shared in common were a smattering of Portuguese. Nevertheless, theirs was a whirlwind romance ending in engagement after two short weeks. They were back in Shuvalovka by the end of the next week, getting married the very next morning. That was the day a letter arrived from Manon's uncle in America whom she had only met once as a small girl. Neither of them could read English and when they had it interpreted they learned that he had passed away and left them a small dairy farm in Wisconsin, a plane ticket, and a French/English phrase book. Ustin sold his '64 Zaporozhet, emptied his bank account, and liquidated all his assets, which were not worth much since the collapse of the Russian stock market. Together they had enough to buy another plane ticket and embarked that same morning. Manon was seated in first class while Ustin was relegated to third class, but they were overjoyed at least to be on the same plane. If they had known about the mile high club there is no doubt that they would have consummated their, as yet, unconsummated marriage. Alas they were just thrilled to be starting a new life together. Their plan being to first establish financial security, and only then to have children. When they arrived in Milwaukee Ustin was worried that they wouldn't have enough money left to take a cab to their new farm - let alone buy anything to eat, and he did his best to communicate that to Manon. She had no cares about food, being so engrossed in her new role as blushing bride. But she was very worried, for no good reason, that if Ustin did not take her virginity officially as a married couple that they would be deported. She had spent the whole flight looking through her phrasebook trying to find the right words for &quot;deflowering.&quot; By the time she told Ustin what she wanted and he tried to look it up using his recently purchased English/Russian phrasebook, what he understood was that she wanted him to weed her cat. He just smiled weakly and drew her close in a warm embrace, but since she was pointing frantically to her pussy, he imagined that 'weeding the cat' meant she wanted him to bury his face in her pubes as soon as possible. He had no objection to throwing her back on their new honeymoon bed the first instant they arrived in Cambridge, WI to then 'graze the watercress,' which would have been the french way to say it if any of the risque words at all had been in his phrasebook, or if either of them owned a Russian/French phrasebook. Full of excitement and fear they held hands, as only new lovebirds would, and never let go until he carried her across the threshold. True to his understanding of her expectations Ustin promptly carried Manon to the bed, threw up her dress, and lapped studiously at her moist nether lips until she, taking a fistful of hair in each hand, pulled him up. She could taste her own pussy on his lips and it turned her on, though Ustin would not know that for quite a while, and at the moment, he was put off because she was rummaging around in her purse - trying to retrieve some condoms. Their first time as newlyweds in their new home was amazing as they explored each other's bodies and each other's desires. Perhaps it was even better as they could barely talk and they needed to rely on moans and smiles that much more to know what the other liked. Next they explored the farm and discovered that they had inherited a dairyless dairy farm. If they could have read English they would have found the letter from the animal control officer at the police department telling dead Uncle Charles that all the animals had been impounded because they were being neglected and that they would be returned after a hefty fine was paid. Still, they were the proud owners of a farmhouse, a barn, a shed and a few miscellaneous buildings on about ten acres of beautiful midwest rolling fields, and they fucked in each building as well as in the middle of the fields the first week. That first year was a year of unbridled sex which at least once included a zuchinni from the garden that Manon had planted so they could set up a farmers market and earn some money to buy cows. No one ever came to their market as they were a bit out of the way, but Manon did manage to can about two hundred pounds of vegetables and store the jars in the tornado shelter. One day they were passing the empty mink cages which came with the farm and Ustin was grinning stupidly and gesturing rudely that they should make like the minks and screw wildly. Always ready, Manon grinned, and that was all it took. They shed their shirts rapidly, then impulsively Manon decided it would be fun to climb the ladder up to the loft. Shaking her skirt she beckoned, &quot;Attrapez-moi.&quot; Then wiggling her butt enticingly she flashed her cunt to her dear husband and he scrambled up as fast as he could, sticking his nose amid her aromatic cleft from underneath her on the ladder every time he caught up. Playing the game she would let him lick her puss for a few minutes each time before scrambling further up the rackety ladder. They were a very orally inclined couple, which worked in their favor whenever they were far from the bedroom, where they kept their limited, and expensive, supply of condoms. Rolling in the proverbial hay, soon enough they were pleasuring each other simultaneously. For the first time ever she saw another person's back door. Glimpsing his tight bung briefly she wasn't grossed out, rather, she was worried that he would see hers and that he would be grossed out. Likewise, Ustin did see hers but his only thought was, &quot;It's surprising that it's not a turn off.&quot; They still finished each other off taking the time to burrow into each other's privates at length. Unfortunately, it was later when they jumped down from the loft naked, that they both sprained an ankle and found themselves housebound for a couple of weeks. It was also one of the best things that could have happened to them. Not only did they recline in each other's arms all day and make love often, but they couldn't make any trips into town which had, unknown to them, quickly taken a dangerous turn. A flu pandemic had begun that day they kissed each others' sex parts in the loft and it was spreading rapidly to anyone who was unlucky enough to interact with just about anyone. By day two, 20% of the nation had what was not an ordinary flu and some with weakened systems were already developing pneumonia or dying from other complications. By day five, and unknown to the young lovers, the TV they rarely watched, was advising all citizens to stay home and warning that the health department would be out culling chickens who were the source of the flu. The frisky couple never even knew that the army-green jeeps and an old commandeered truck, arrived to kill and pick up chickens. You see, at the time Manon was bent over an odd apparatus in the water-shed with Ustin's tongue delicately circling and stabbing at her cute pink asshole. Anilingus was minutes new to both of them since they had just discovered it. They didn't even know what it was called in any language let alone with any shared words. Only two hours before They had been wandering the North pasture when it started to drizzle and they happened upon the stone structure built over a stream. Inside they found an odd mechanism and with some experimentation figured out that it's purpose was to divert the stream so it flowed either East or West. That's not really relevant to the story. What was pivotal was that, while turning a large wheel made from a barrel, Manon had fallen prone across the device and screamed out as she slipped. Ustin, with his developing English, misunderstood her emerging English. Thinking she had blurted out something meaning, &quot;Tongue my ass&quot; as she threw herself over the barrel, he decided it was a brilliant suggestion and put himself to the delightful task immediately. Meanwhile, finding herself in danger of being rolled over to the other side she shrieked joyfully when he grabbed her by the hips. She was totally shocked, but pleasantly surprised, when with a pucker he kissed her sensitive sphincter. She didn't know enough about sex to think it either mundane or bizzare. After the first swipe at her delicate brownie he asked, &quot;Da?&quot; She spoke that much Russian, and he knew enough French to throw himself into the act when she replied, &quot;Oui! Oui!&quot; Together the lovers learned that they really craved the act, so he spent a considerable amount of time just licking her gratified asshole. Ustin was thinking, &quot;Amazing how every part of my girl is so sexy, from her smile to her toes, she's the best. It's strange how even her shitter turns me on. A woman's pussy is an obvious and natural object to worship with its enticing odor and soft lips. But for as much as I love to nibble and bite, pulling on her labia, it's just as great to get my lips on her arse.&quot; &quot;Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine that I would lick a girl's butt, but Manon is so special and her crinkled ring just draws me in.&quot; He took a deep inhalation, &quot;Marvelous! Even her ass smells good. Earthy and musty but fresh. I want more.&quot; He decided to run his tongue around it in circles, feeling the tiny donut shape. &quot;It's incredible how this majestic feast normally has such a base function. I can't get over the rubbery firm texture - so different from her kiska.&quot; He wondered if he could get his tongue inside like he did when he ate her quim. Backing off a few inches he used his fingers to massage her perineum and anus. Then getting one thumb on either side he stretched it out barely able to see inside. &quot;OK let's see if I can get my tip in there. If it's ever gonna taste bad, now will be the time.&quot; Talking out loud he spoke to himself in Russian, &quot;Are you ready Ustin?&quot; Listening to him talk to himself back there, Manon had her own conversation going even if it consisted almost entirely of mewling moans and delighted sighs. In perfect Portuguese she whimpered the most appropriate phrase she could think of that he would know, &quot;Do you like your dinner?&quot; Ustin laughed out loud, breaking the mood of raw sexuality briefly. Then also in Portuguese he answered, &quot;You are a most hospitable host.&quot; Then returned to his quest to meld his mouth with her rectum. He formed his tongue into a point then poked. Manon squealed, lifting her bum. He barely got any in her but wanting to have a penetrative experience he rubbed two lanky fingers along her newly stubbled puss, In broken English he asked, &quot;You want me finger to your mog?&quot; She had no idea what he meant but she was willing to surrender herself to whatever he desired. To express her openness she relied again on a Portuguese phrase, &quot;My house is your house.&quot; Wetting two of his fingers, with the unpracticed thrust of one fairly new to sex, he jammed them fully up her fanny. She jumped in surprise, partly due to the sudden vaginal intrusion but mostly because she was expecting him to slide a single finger up what she would have called her trou du cul. He continued to lap at her starfish fucking her gash with his fingers. He became engrossed in the crude pastime letting his lust carry him away. When her body went tense he worried that he was hurting her in his wild sexual frenzy, then realized she was having an orgasm from the combined anilingus and fingerbanging. Overjoyed to have found a new way to bring her off he fell back on his haunches, satisfied. Coming down from her high, Manon wanted to do something for him now. Turning around she fell to the floor with her back to the wheel. She beckoned for Ustin to stand before her, pulling him by the cock. Manon was hardly more experienced than Ustin in the ways of sex. Her one previous boyfriend had wanted to face-fuck her which she had not allowed. But now she wanted to give all of herself, in every way, to this man she loved. She formed a circle with her left thumb and forefinger then using the forefinger from her other hand she made the universal gesture for fucking. Ustin stepped forward presenting his hard cock to her mouth. But she wasn't done yet. Next using the same gesture she slammed her finger into the circle violently hoping to communicate what she was offering. He was sure he was reading her wrong and definitely didn't want to hurt the woman he loved. But she insisted saying, &quot;Bes moi! Bes moi! Bes moi!&quot;, pounding on the barrel. He moved even closer inserting his swollen cock into her mouth. They were both full of expectation as she grabbed his thighs pulling him deeply into the back of her mouth quickly. Towing above her, with his hands on the barrel, he was thrilled that he had married such a sexual wife. They were both mistaken and they learned it the hard way. Manon gagged and sputtered completely unable to accomplish what she'd imagined she would do for him. He pulled out, falling to his knees. Looking into her teary eyes he rained penitent kisses all over her tortured face. They both apologized to each other profusely in their respective languages and they both understood intuitively what the other meant. After hugs of reconciliation she regained her composure. She pointed to her lips saying, &quot;R essayons&quot; As thrilled as he had been a moment before to be married to such a sexpot he was a thousand times more thrilled now to be married to a more naive girl who loved him so selflessly. Standing up he stroked her face gently before presenting his now softened organ to her. She drew his dick into her mouth, inexpertly sucking on the first couple inches until she was rewarded with her first taste of cum. Looking down on her, awestruck, as she swallowed, there was never a more earnest feeling of admiration communicated from one human to another. Afterwards they held each other. Now, if they had brought condoms with them they might have just screwed and been done with it. But then they would have returned to the farmhouse much earlier and met the infected visitors. The national guard found no chickens and left without incident, doing no more damage than nailing a poster to the front door that Ustin had so carefully painted red with a stylish and artistic barn-star. One morning, '&#1050;&#1086;&#1090;&#1077;&#1085;&#1086;&#1082;', or 'kitten', as Ustin called her woke him with a fantastic and more practiced blowjob, then wiping her lips with the back of her hand, lazily rolled over to turn on the TV for the first time in a while. Slowly it dawned on them both that something was terribly wrong with the outside world. Secluded in their own little love nest they did not know that 40% of the population had gotten sick and they did not realize that 80% of the sick had died. While they knew little English they understood the terrifying math perfectly. Additionally, the images on TV painted a horrible picture of what was happening which to them seemed like the end of the world. That was also the same day that, first the TV, and then the electricity went out. By the 15th day of the pandemic there were no more airplanes in the sky and even several miles away from the main part of Cambridge the world was eerily silent by day and oddly dark at night. Manon and Ustin held each other close during the long nights and clung to each other as they had never done before. The house was cold and they cuddled for warmth as much as for reassurance. Kitten cried bitterly and refused to let Ustin walk into town to see what was happening, so he stayed home rather than drag her along, hanging onto his arms, which is what she would have done to stop him. Instead with his shirt off he worked up a sweat and an appetite cutting firewood to heat the house at night. Manon hugged him from behind as he took a break enjoying the slipperiness of his sexy body glistening and tanned in the sun. The electric water pump hadn't worked in weeks and they both smelled musky but then again they had learned to appreciate the various smells produced by their young and hard sexy bodies. Her tiny hand reached into his zipper and worked his hefty growing member into a full state of arousal. She pressed her firm and pert boobs against his back while he reached back and held her waist. Out by the fallen log,and yet again lacking any birth control, she turned, then rubbed his pre-cumm slicked foreskin sheathed cock against her rear door to communicate her intent... The next day they walked to the water-shed carrying a water bucket and wearing nothing but shoes, then made sad, sweet love, again on the barrel, as much to connect as to relieve tension, worry, and, a touch of lust, that wouldn't go away even in those dire times. The next couple of weeks they imagined the worst. Thinking they were the only couple left on earth, a modern day 'Adam and Eve,' they toiled hard all day long working the incomplete farm to make provisions for the winter. They continued to make love every night to cement their love as much as for any other reason. They began to make forays away from the farm to see what they could learn. The nearest neighbor's house was a mile and a half away; nothing was there. Depressed and numb they walked further toward town not even remembering to put on clothes as they had become accustomed, in the early fall heat and lacking air conditioning, to go nude. Nearing another house they again found no one, but seeing some wash on the line, they realized they should dress. Nothing fit and they shared a fit of hysterical laughter to break the somber mood. Deeply disheartened they went home without walking the last ten miles into town, discarding the ridiculous and comical clothing as they went. The next morning, just before sunrise &#1050;&#1086;&#1090;&#1077;&#1085;&#1086;&#1082; woke Usty and pulled him outside to be a witness to the new day. She had a small spade with her and as solemnly as she could buried all their remaining condoms. Offering him a page torn from his phrasebook he saw that she had circled the word &quot;repopulate.&quot; After a lunch of kislaya kapusta also known as sauerkraut, they disrupted their routine of constant work to do what they had never done before; vaginal sex without protection. <

Cabin Cousins: Part 5 The Gales of November. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. &quot;Hmm&quot; Melissa said, her face still buried in the pillow. She shifted and turned her head, and I moved to her side with one arm and a leg still draped over so we could look into each other's eyes. &quot;Wow. That was...&quot; She sighed. &quot;...Wonderful.&quot; I smiled and kissed her cheek. &quot;I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.&quot; She squinted at me. &quot;Are you sure I'm not dreaming, and you're just a figment of my imagination?&quot; She said playfully, though I could tell there was something serious behind the question. &quot;I'm real, and I'm right here, in your bed, and I love you.&quot; She searched my eyes for a moment, rolled onto her side, and pulled me in close, kissing me deeply. When we stopped kissing to catch our breath, she whispered. &quot;It's&nbsp;our&nbsp;bed, and I love you too.&quot; We held each other in silence for a long while. I knew that she had something else to say, but I didn't push her. Eventually, she broke the silence. &quot;Do you want pancakes? I want pancakes.&quot; Not exactly the soul-baring statement I was expecting, but now that she had said it, by damn I wanted pancakes. &quot;I'll help.&quot; I had made pancakes exactly once before, and it wasn't a complete disaster, so I felt that my inclusion in the process wouldn't be too much of a hindrance. She got a distant look in her eye, then rolled onto her back, and covered her face with her hands with a groan. &quot;I don't have any pancake mix.&quot; She peeked at me through her fingers and we both started laughing. I'm not sure why but we both found it hilarious but we roared with laughter. I playfully pushed her towards the side of the bed. &quot;Well, get dressed. I'll take you out for breakfast.&quot; Still laughing, she got up and opened a dresser drawer. Stepping into a pair of light blue panties, she asked. &quot;Are you getting dressed too, or are you going to go like that?&quot; &quot;I'm thinking about it.&quot; I quipped, eyes following her every movement. I loved watching her move. She had a litheness and grace to her. Cat-like? No, that's not quite right. Amazonian? Maybe, but that implies a stature and bulk that Melissa didn't have. She was fit, not body builder muscular, and she wasn't particularly tall, just shy of my own five foot ten. She was perfect, and my eyes couldn't get enough of her. Let's leave it at that. &quot;You'll give the old ladies at Perkins quite a shock.&quot; She shot back, still laughing. With an exaggerated sigh, I rolled off the bed. &quot;For the sake of the old ladies, fine, I'll get dressed.&quot; Chapter Sixteen. The plate clinked as Melissa set down her fork. &quot;Ugh. I ate too much, but that really hit the spot.&quot; She had attacked her &quot;tremendous twelve&quot; meal with murderous intent. All that remained was a scrap of crust from a piece of toast, and some maple syrup residue on an otherwise clean plate. She had even swiped a strip of bacon off of my plate, an act that left fork marks on my brother's hands on several occasions. I looked at my plate, with its pile of hash browns and a third of a stack of pancakes remaining, and set down my fork. &quot;I guess I didn't work up as much of an appetite as you, cause I'm stuffed too.&quot; Melissa looked at me with her special smile and mischievous eyes. &quot;Well, you'll have to try harder next time.&quot; &quot;I need to work out more.&quot; &quot;I can help with that.&quot; She replied, and we both giggled, knowing the truth of it. &quot;Let's start with a walk.&quot; We left the Perkins restaurant, and with Melissa navigating, we drove north out of Duluth on Hwy 61. We pulled off and parked where a little river crossed under the road and spilled through a steep set of rocky rapids to Lake Superior below. We hiked down a little trail, and she led me out onto one of the big rocks. The scenery was spectacular, and the water rushing past the rocks had a hypnotic quality. It hadn't snowed last night, but the wind was blowing hard off the lake, and the constant mist from the rapids gave the crisp early November air some real bite. We sat for a while without speaking. Just two people holding hands, taking in the scenery and the roar of the water. There was a Gordon Lightfoot song that had something about the gales of November, how did it go? &quot;When I left home,&quot; Melissa began, just loud enough to hear. I turned and watched her, careful to hear what she was saying over the noise of the rapids. I had been hoping for, and dreading this moment, when she decided to get the details of her past out in the open. I resolved to not interrupt and to let her tell it at her own pace. &quot;This was the first place I went.&quot; She continued. &quot;I didn't know where to go. I didn't have anywhere to go.&quot; She sniffed. We were alone but had someone been watching, her running nose and the tears on her cheek might have been assumed to have been caused by the cold, but I knew differently. I could see the deep down hurt that was welling up, and my heart ached. I squeezed her hand, and let her talk. &quot;Every night for two weeks, I'd leave school, then go up the hill to the mall and sit in the food court to do my homework. When the mall closed, I came here, and parked for the night right over there.&quot; She pointed up to the little parking lot where my truck was. &quot;I'd wake up, scrape the snow and frost off the windows, and go to school. I didn't tell anyone because then I'd have to explain&nbsp;why&nbsp;I was sleeping in a car in February. I had friends, but not close friends, you know? Like, not the kind of friends that I could talk to about...&quot; She trailed off and wiped her nose on her jacket sleeve. &quot;I had been lucky, it hadn't been as cold as it should have been, but then one night it got very cold. When I left the mall, I knew if I spent the night here again, I could be in serious danger. So I went to the laundromat. There was never anyone in there in the middle of the night, so I sat at one of the tables and fell asleep. The owner woke me up a couple of hours later, yelling at me that I couldn't sleep there, so I got in my car and came back here.&quot; She had been looking at the water as she spoke, but now turned and looked at me. I saw the fear and shame these memories invoked. I wanted to say something, anything to comfort her, but I knew that I should let her say what she needed to say, so I let her continue. &quot;When I went to sleep on the back seat, I didn't think I was going to ever wake up, and I was okay with that. I didn't care that I was going to die. Nobody cared, nobody would miss me. The world would be better off without one more stupid girl. Why bother going on?&quot; She looked away from me, east towards the vast lake, and her face twisted up in anger. &quot;You know, the worst thing, the worst part of all of it, is they made me feel like it was all my fault. They had me so twisted up, that I believed that I was the cause of everything that happened.&quot; She turned back to me, the anger fading, leaving just a profound sadness. I wiped the tears from her cheek, and she leaned her shoulder against me. &quot;Did your parents tell you what happened?&quot; My throat was dry, and I swallowed hard before replying. &quot;They were vague.&quot; She gave a little smile that was like a sunbeam on a stormy day. &quot;I asked your mom and dad not to tell anyone. You're so lucky to have them.&quot; She looked back to the lake and spoke quietly enough that if her face had not been right next to mine, I wouldn't have been able to hear her. &quot;When I was fifteen, when I started looking more like a woman, and less like a little girl, my dad started abusing me. Mom, she was drunk more than she was sober. She knew, she had to know, and she didn't do anything.&quot; As the River roared in its ceaseless path to Lake Superior, and the cold wind whistled and rattled through the leafless trees, Melissa spoke of abuse and divorce, lost jobs and social status, the failing of the system to help a girl who was too scared to ask for help and the blame that was assigned for all of it. &quot;So that night, I remember when the state trooper knocked on my window.&quot; She gave a brief mirthless huff. &quot;I thought he was an angel, with the way his flashlight lit up the frost on the inside of the window. I thought I was dead, that it was all over. I felt relieved.&quot; She shook her head. &quot;The next thing I remember was being in a hospital bed, wrapped in electric blankets, and seeing the sunrise through the window. That trooper was there. He had stayed with me, way past the end of his shift, just to make sure I was alright. Turns out, when they went to my parent's house to see what was going on, my dad was out of town, and my mom ended up getting arrested for assaulting an officer and having a bunch of heroin. That's why she went back to him. Not for me, but for the money to buy her drugs. The trooper persuaded me to reach out to my friends. He said that people can be capable of unexpected acts of kindness, and I decided to believe him. So I called Ashley. We had always gotten along pretty well, and her parents were always super nice to me. They let me stay with them, which was really awkward at first. I just couldn't believe that a family could be so, so perfect. It was like stepping into an old sitcom. Maybe there was a little trouble now and then, but everyone loved each other, and it all worked out in the end. It was surreal, but eventually, I started believing that it was how families should be. That it was right and good, and normal.&quot; She looked me in the eyes then, and I saw her love burning through the hurt. &quot;I didn't think that I would ever have that. I thought that there was no way I could ever open up and let someone love me, to be me, to be normal. Who could want me? Then your parents invited me back to the cabin, and I grasped onto a foolish hope that maybe you could. Ever since it's just been, It just doesn't seem real. Charles, I know you love me, but I'm still so afraid.&quot; I silenced her with a quick kiss on the lips. I held her cold, rosy cheeks in my hands and looked her in the eyes. &quot;None of what happened was your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I love you, I will always love you. Nothing in the past, present, or future will stop me from loving you until the end of time, and when we're both gone from this world, I'll find you in the next and keep loving you!&quot; Fresh tears streamed down her face, not tears of remembered pain, but tears of joyful love. She threw her arms around me and we held each other tight. Overhead, a hawk called, adding its little part to the scene of wind, water, and young lovers. Chapter Seventeen. Getting in my truck and leaving Duluth that evening was the hardest thing I had ever done. The only thing that gave me the strength to leave was the knowledge that it was only temporary. Soon, very soon, I would never have to leave her again. When I got home, Mom was at the kitchen table reading a newspaper. She greeted me with a smile. I had to be very careful with how I was going to handle this conversation. I didn't want to lie to my mom, but I also didn't want to tell her the whole truth. &quot;How was your weekend? I didn't get a call from the cops, so it couldn't have been too exciting.&quot; &quot;I was the cop! We went to a Halloween party dressed as the Village People.&quot; &quot;Fun!&quot; Mom exclaimed, giving me a beaming smile. &quot;Yeah, and something else happened. Do you know how I can get my employee discount at any store? Well, we stopped at one of the stores in Duluth, and I ended up talking with the yard manager. They've been having trouble finding someone competent to drive a forklift, and if I transferred up there, they'd give me a raise and make me an assistant manager. He said I could start working up there in two weeks.&quot; All of these individual facts were technically true, but it still felt like lying. &quot;Good for you! It's great to have in-demand skills. That's a long way to drive though.&quot; &quot;Yeah, it would be like, five hours of driving every day.&quot; &quot;Did you look into getting an apartment up there?&quot; Mom folded up the newspaper and gave me her undivided attention. &quot;After the school year starts, there's literally nothing cheap available.&quot; &quot;Where would you stay then?&quot; She asked, looking concerned. &quot;Well, on the way home, I was thinking about who I know that lives up there. Rob lives in a dorm, so I couldn't get away with staying there long-term. But then I remembered that Melissa lives in Duluth, I could maybe call her and see if she wants a roommate.&quot; Okay, this last bit was a lie. I didn't feel good about it, but it had to be done. &quot;Our Melissa? Have you called her yet?&quot; &quot;Not yet. I'm pretty sure I have her number in my phone.&quot; &quot;You should figure this out sooner rather than later.&quot; She looked at the clock. &quot;It's not too late, give her a call now.&quot; I made a show of finding Melissa's number as if I hadn't memorized it weeks ago. Melissa and I had rehearsed this moment. I had the volume on my phone turned way up, so my mom was sure to hear Melissa's side of the conversation too. &quot;Hello?&quot; Melissa's angelic voice asked after three rings. &quot;Hi Melissa, it's Charles.&quot; &quot;Charles! It's good to hear from you! What's up?&quot; &quot;Well, I'm going to be transferring up there for work, and I was wondering if you would mind having me as a roommate until I found a place of my own.&quot; Another necessary lie. &quot;Yeah, I guess that would be okay. You're not going to find anywhere else to stay until the end of the school year. Even then, I was lucky to get this place, this spring.&quot; &quot;So, you're okay with me staying with you?&quot; &quot;Yeah, it'll be fun. Like staying at the cabin, but I don't think my landlord would approve of campfires.&quot; &quot;I'll pay half the rent, and utilities, and everything.&quot; &quot;Naturally,&quot; Melissa said. &quot;I was going to ask one of my friends if they wanted to move in. Only paying half the rent will make saving for school a lot easier.&quot; &quot;Cool. So, I guess I'll give you a call tomorrow, and we can figure out the details?&quot; &quot;Yeah, okay.&quot; &quot;I'm talking with my mom right now, so I should probably let you go.&quot; &quot;Hi Mom!&quot; Melissa yelled. &quot;Hi, Melissa,&quot; Mom replied, loud enough to be sure that the phone picked it up. &quot;Talk to you tomorrow, bye!&quot; Melissa said, much quieter this time. &quot;Bye.&quot; I had to be very careful not to reflexively say I love you. I put my phone away and noticed that my mom was studying me with a funny little smile on her face. Then in the most casual tone, she asked. &quot;So, does she love you as much as you love her?&quot; My heart nearly stopped. I couldn't respond. &quot;That was a lovely charade. Unnecessary, but lovely.&quot; I couldn't speak. My brain frantically searched for words but found only shocked silence. &quot;Oh, honey.&quot; She began, in a soothing motherly voice. &quot;You're my baby. Did you think I wouldn't know? It was plain to see at the cabin that you two are in love. You spent the weekend with her?&quot; I forced myself to reply. &quot;Yes,&quot; I said, fearing that it was all over. I felt like crying. &quot;Good,&quot; Mom said simply. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom knew about me and Melissa, and she was... Happy for me? &quot;So, you're not mad about us?&quot; &quot;Oh, Charles. Love is so precious. It doesn't matter where you find it, but when you do, you hold on with both hands and never let go.&quot; My tears came then, flowing hard as I released all my pent-up fears and anxiety. Mom held me as I cried on her shoulder. She gently rubbed my back like she used to do when I was a kid. When my crying subsided, she held my shoulders at arm's length. &quot;Now, tell me about her.&quot; I did. In the conversation that followed, I was more honest and open about my feelings than I could remember being to anyone other than Melissa. I explained how we knew what each other was thinking or feeling, just by looking into each other's eyes. I told her how I wanted to improve myself, to be a better person for Melissa. And, looking back on it with a touch of horror, I did my best to explain the connection I felt with Melissa when we made love. Throughout it all, my mother was nothing but caring and understanding. After all the fear of this moment, it was surreal. It felt so good, so liberating to tell her how I felt about Melissa. When I was done, I asked Mom. &quot;Does Dad know?&quot; &quot;Oh, I doubt he picked up on it.&quot; &quot;Are you going to tell him?&quot; Of all the people in the family, I was sure that Dad would be the least likely to accept. He had always been very traditional. Kind and gentle, but with a very strict moral compass. &quot;Of course. He's my husband. The way you feel about Melissa, I feel about him.&quot; She hugged me again. &quot;Don't be ashamed. Love her with all your heart, and everything else will work itself out.&quot; She kissed me on the cheek and told me that she loved me. I told her that I loved her too, and said goodnight. I went to my bedroom, shut the door, and called Melissa. &quot;What's up?&quot; She answered. &quot;I didn't think I'd hear from you until tomorrow.&quot; Deciding to just be direct about it, I said. &quot;My mother has officially given us her blessing.&quot; The line was silent as Melissa processed this. When she spoke, I could tell that she was crying. &quot;How did she find out?&quot; She asked. I recounted the whole conversation. &quot;See? I told you your mom was the best.&quot; &quot;She really is.&quot; &quot;So, what now?&quot; She asked, with a bit of anxiety. &quot;She said that she had to tell everyone because it's better to have it out in the open than have to keep lying to the family. I agreed.&quot; After a short pause, Melissa said. &quot;Me too.&quot; As it turns out, my family's reaction was both better than I had feared and worse than I had hoped. My parents had called a family meeting and all of my immediate family, and their spouses, showed up. There were those like my mom, and my brother Mark, who were supportive and genuinely happy for me. On the other end of things, there were people like my second older brother, Stephen, and his wife, who were disgusted and called me a pervert. Most were somewhere in the middle, either not understanding and being polite about it, or just ambivalent to the whole issue. Then there was my dad. He just sat there the whole time, with a frown on his face, and never spoke a word. I couldn't tell if he was ashamed, or angry, or what, and it tore me up inside. He had never in his life been shy about voicing his opinion. After my mom, he was who I needed acceptance from the most. I desperately wanted him to say something, anything, but he never did. His silence cut deeper than any insult or accusation ever could. At the beginning, and with prompting from my mom, I had stood before everyone, confessing Melissa's and my love for each other, and that I was moving out to live with her in Duluth. After the initial shock and spectrum of reactions, I sat down and answered questions. Now, not being able to bear my father's silence any longer, I stood again, interrupting several side conversations. I addressed the whole group, but my words were meant for my father more than anyone. &quot;Melissa and I truly love each other. Nothing you do or say can change it. Accept it, accept us, or don't. I don't care.&quot; Dad didn't react, didn't even look me in the eyes. I rushed to my room and locked the door. I curled up on my bed and cried, harder than I could remember ever crying before. The stress of the family meeting and my dad's non-reaction had utterly destroyed me. I held a pillow over my head to muffle the sounds of my uncontrollable sobs, and to hide my face from the

Cabin Cousins: Part 3 The love between Charles and Melissa grows. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the &#9658;Podcast at Connections. Chapter Eleven I pressed the green 'send' button and put my phone to my ear as it began to ring. It rang only once before the clear voice of an angel excitedly asked, &quot;Hello?&quot;. &quot;Hi, Melissa! I made it home safe,&quot; I replied with an equal amount of excitement. &quot;I miss you already,&quot; Melissa said with a sigh. &quot;I miss you too.&quot; Hearing her voice and remembering the events of the last couple of days, made me hard. As we talked, about nothing in particular, I absently rubbed my erection through my jeans. We talked for about an hour, before we were both running out of things to say. &quot;When can we see each other again?&quot; She asked the question I know she had been dying to ask since she first said hello.&quot; &quot;I'm already on the schedule to work open to close all of next weekend, and I don't think I could get away with taking two weekends off in a row.&quot; &quot;Yeah, I have to work too.&quot; She said. &quot;My bosses are going out of town, so there's no way I could get out of it.&quot; &quot;What about the weekend after that? I could probably get it off.&quot; I asked hopefully. &quot;Me too.&quot; Then, excitedly. &quot;That Saturday is Halloween! We could go to a party?&quot; &quot;That sounds like fun. Up there, or down here?&quot; I asked, meaning where she lived in Duluth, or where I did in the Twin Cities. &quot;Up here. There won't be any brothers sneaking around to overhear us.&quot; We both laughed, still slightly embarrassed that my older brother Mark had heard us making love in my tent before dawn that very morning. &quot;I'll figure out what party we'll go to. You need to make up a convincing excuse for your parents on why you're going to be in Duluth all weekend.&quot; She said, reminding us both of the importance of keeping our relationship a secret. &quot;I can do that.&quot; I didn't want to stop talking with Melissa ever, but I knew I had to. Sighing, I said. &quot;I have to work early tomorrow. I should go get something to eat and get to bed.&quot; &quot;Yeah, me too,&quot; Her reluctance to end the call was evident. &quot;I'll call you at about eight tomorrow night?&quot; &quot;I'll be here,&quot; I said, already excited at the prospect of talking with her again. &quot;I love you, Charles.&quot; Those simple words made my heart flutter. &quot;I love you, Melissa,&quot; I replied, and in an unspoken agreement that we wouldn't say goodbye, we both ended the call. I sat there for a while, my heart still fluttering. In less than two weeks, I'll see her again. This time, I'll be going to her place in Duluth. The idea of spending a weekend with her, without having to worry about being found out, made me almost giddy with excitement. That night, when I jerked off before falling asleep, it was with the thought of what Melissa and I would do alone in her apartment. When she called me the next day, it was with her new cell phone. She said she had to get one because now she had important calls that she couldn't miss. It wasn't a big thing, but it felt good that she would do it just to make sure she could talk to me. We talked every night for the next week and a half and made our plans for the upcoming weekend. I would go up after work Friday night, and then on Saturday, we would go to a party that one of Melissa's friends, Ashley, was already planning on going to. Melissa excitedly explained that we were going to double date with her friend and her friend's boyfriend, James and that they already had a plan for a costume theme. As curious as I was, Melissa playfully refused to tell me what the theme was, saying that she would take care of getting our costumes together. I had gotten in touch with a high school friend of mine who had started classes at the state university. Rob was a year older than me and had been living in a dorm on campus. I asked him straight up if I could use visiting him as an excuse for being in Duluth with a girl I didn't want my parents to know about. (I specifically did not mention who this girl was.) &quot;You'll owe me one.&quot; He had said, laughing. &quot;But I got you, bro.&quot; The days went by slowly, the growing ache in my heart tempered only by our nightly phone calls. Knowing that I would hear her voice in the evening, was something I looked forward to from the moment the previous call ended. I loved our talks, even when neither of us had anything particularly interesting to say. But I needed more. I needed to hold her, smell her, and taste her on my lips. The most anticipated Friday had finally come. Since I was taking the rest of the weekend off, my boss had convinced me to work a long shift. A twelve-hour shift that started at eight in the morning sucked, but the money was nice. Besides, Melissa had to work until eight to close up the store she worked at anyway. My work was busy most of the day, the store being filled with people buying last-minute Halloween decorations, or supplies to get one more project done while the weather was still decent. In the evening, business trailed off, and by six-thirty, the store was nearly empty. I tracked down the outdoor lumberyard supervisor, Gary, who was my immediate boss. I asked him if since it was so dead in the store, I could leave early. He laughed and asked if I had a hot date. I grinned and said that yeah, I actually did. He made shooing gestures at me with his hands and laughed again, telling me to hurry up and get out of there. On my way out of the store, I went through a checkout line to buy a pack of breath mints. I saw disposable cameras hanging on a hook next to all the other assorted impulse-buy items they had on display there. I realized that I didn't have a single picture of Melissa, so I bought one of those too. Sales strategy: successful. I had packed my bag the night before, so I left work and drove directly onto the freeway to head north. It was a little more than a two-hour drive to Duluth, but it seemed to take twice that long. I couldn't wait to hold Melissa again. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing her, and my pants got tight when I thought of the moans she would make as I made her cum. I had done some &quot;research&quot; in the time we had last seen each other, and I had a few new things I wanted to try. So lost was I in my imagination, that I almost missed my exit. I pulled off the freeway, and onto Grand Ave. I was less than a mile away now, and the closer I got to her apartment, the more my anticipation grew. As I pulled into the parking lot, and stopped my truck next to Melissa's Toyota, my heart was pounding with excitement. I got out of my truck and was about to knock on her door, the one marked (appropriately, I thought) with the number ten. Before I could knock, the door swung inwards, and there she was. Dressed in gray sweatpants and a pale pink tank top, she stood there for a moment, grinning at me like a little kid who had just opened a Christmas present to find the thing she had wanted most in the whole world. Suddenly, she leaped forward and nearly knocked me over as she wrapped her arms around me. She buried her face against my neck, inhaling deeply. &quot;You're real.&quot; She said softly. She pulled back a bit and giggled when she saw the slightly confused expression on my face. She kissed me, deeply and passionately. It was sweeter than I had dreamed about, more delicious than, well, words fail to describe it. All I can say is that after nearly two weeks apart, kissing her was pure bliss. She made a soft moan into my mouth when I grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight to me. I could feel through her sweatpants that she wasn't wearing panties, and my cock twitched at the thought. Neither of us wanted to stop the kiss, but I felt her shiver in the crisp night air. She broke off the kiss and took a half step towards the door. &quot;It's cold out here, come inside.&quot; &quot;I gotta grab my backpack,&quot; I said pointing back to my truck. &quot;Close the door tight when you come in, it kinda sticks.&quot; She said, dashing inside and closing the door just enough so it didn't latch. I grabbed my bag, and hurried in, bumping my back hard against the door until the latch clicked. I got my first look at her apartment. In a word, it was small. It was pretty much a converted motel room. There was a small living room in the front, nearly filled with just a couch, a small desk and chair, and a TV stand. Behind the couch was a countertop island, and just enough kitchen space to fit a refrigerator, a stove, and a sink. To the side of that, was a narrow hallway that I assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom. The furnishings were second-hand, but the place was clean, and had a somewhat cozy feel to it. I had taken all this in in a few seconds, but then my eyes noticed something. On the floor in the living room was a pale pink tank top, the one Melissa had been wearing just a moment before. I dropped my backpack next to the door and started towards the hallway. Though the front room was brightly lit, the hall and what lay beyond was dark. I found her sweatpants, then a little farther, a bra. My eyes were slowly becoming adjusted to the dark, and I could see the outline of a bed in the middle of a small room. As I approached, I began to undress, carelessly tossing my work clothes on the floor. Now completely naked, I put my hands down on the edge of the bed and found her perfect bare feet. I caressed her soles for a moment, then slowly ran my hands up her legs. As I climbed onto the bed, my hands slid further up, and I followed them with a trail of light kisses. When my face reached her groin, I could feel her squirm, eager for my touch. I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal and could feel the heat of her radiating onto my face. Gently, I pushed her knees aside and slid my palms up her inner thighs. I lowered my face, and as softly as I could, I ran the tip of my tongue up the length of her labia. She inhaled sharply and shuddered. I moved my tongue back down, with the gentlest of contact, and she rocked her hips towards me, desperate for me to do more. Slowly, I pushed my tongue against her hole, and licked her fully, her lips spreading as my tongue moved up. When it brushed across her clit, she twitched and groaned in pleasure. I closed my mouth over her, and lapped gently, running my tongue between her lips and across her clit over and over. She put her hands on my head, holding my face to her as her moans grew louder. Every so often, I changed the motion of my tongue, how fast it went, and how hard or softly I licked her, paying close attention to how her body reacted, and making changes accordingly. We fell into a rhythm, where she started rocking her hips in time with my tongue, and with every motion she expelled her rapid breath quick sharp groan. Suddenly, her hands grasped my hair tightly, and she held her breath as her whole body convulsed. She let out a long satisfied moan, her body continuing to twitch periodically. I licked slowly alongside, and below her pussy, lapping up her delicious juices. She continued to moan, becoming quieter as she came down from her explosive orgasm. I felt so much joy that I was able to do this to her. Her pleasure was my pleasure. Finally, when she was able to speak, she gasped out. &quot;Oh my God that was intense!&quot; She pulled on the back of my head urgently. &quot;Come here.&quot; As I moved up, I quickly swiped a hand over my soaking wet face and smeared it on my cock. The hands on the back of my head led my lips to hers, and when our mouths met, I guided my cock into her, burying myself as deeply as I could. We both exhaled a grunt of pleasure. Her legs wrapped tightly around me as we kissed furiously, losing ourselves to unbridled desire. I began to pump my cock in and out of her with deep, hard thrusts. We had to stop kissing to breathe, so we just stared into each other's eyes. The connection we had made two weeks ago was somehow made stronger with our separation. As we gave ourselves completely to each other, we became something so much greater than ourselves. We were a single being, as beautiful as it was indestructible, burning brighter than the sun. With every stroke, her legs pulled me into her, and she started gasping out the occasional word in her sharp exhalations, words like 'yes' and 'harder' and 'faster'. As I felt my orgasm building with unstoppable urgency, I could feel Melissa's build. In a positive feedback loop, her pleasure fueled my own, which in turn fueled hers. Again, as if we were a singular creature, we climaxed together. We never once broke eye contact as I filled her with my seed, and she spasmed tightly around my cock. We both exclaimed in exultant joy at the release. I held her face with my hands, and she held mine. We kissed quickly, as we both struggled to catch our breath. I was in a state of utter awe. Before Melissa, I could never have imagined that it was possible to reach such a state of physical and emotional euphoria. Melissa's eyes were like mirrors to my soul. I saw reflected there, all the love I felt for her, all of my wonder, and my sense of ultimate unity. Saying the words 'I love you' and hearing her respond in kind, would be so inadequate a way to express how we felt about each other, but I said them anyway. &quot;I love you, Melissa,&quot; I whispered. &quot;I love you, Charles.&quot; She whispered back. We nuzzled each other's necks, both still buzzing in the come-down from our glorious lovemaking. Eventually, though, my cock went soft, and she made that adorable disappointed noise when it slipped out of her. I felt a bit of disappointment of my own, as the weariness of my long day began to set in, and I knew that I didn't have it in me to have a second go with Melissa. She reluctantly released me from the vise-like grip of her legs, and I moved onto my side next to her. She turned and lay on her side, facing away from me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and she wiggled her ass until my sex-slick cock rested between her cheeks. She sighed with contentment. &quot;Melissa?&quot; &quot;Hmm?&quot; She responded. &quot;When I got here, what did you mean when you said that I was real?&quot; &quot;It was because of a dream I had last night.&quot; She said, somewhat sheepishly. &quot;Oh?&quot; I asked. &quot;Yeah. It's kind of silly now, but it was one of those dreams that seem so real. I dreamed that I was here waiting for you. I waited and waited, and you never showed up. So I called you, and your number was disconnected. I looked in my diary, I don't even have a diary, but for some reason, I did in the dream, and it was all just boring stuff. Not a single mention of you at all, not even from when we were just kids. In the dream, I came to the realization that I had imagined everything, that I had become so lonely that I made up my perfect guy, my perfect best friend, and you didn't actually exist.&quot; &quot;I'm here,&quot; I said. &quot;All of this really happened.&quot; &quot;I know.&quot; She moved my hand that was around her chest up to her lips, kissing it. &quot;It's just that it seemed so real, it just stuck with me all day, you know?&quot; &quot;Have you been that lonely?&quot; I asked, feeling a pang of sympathy. She nodded slowly. &quot;For as long as I can remember. I've got friends, but I've never been super close to any of them. I've never had anyone who I felt comfortable enough with to just be myself. No one except you.&quot; I gave her a little squeeze, and she held my arm tightly to her chest. She continued speaking. &quot;I lived for those weekends at the cabin with you. It was the only thing I looked forward to, the only time growing up that I can remember being truly happy.&quot; &quot;What about your parents?&quot; I asked cautiously, still not knowing the story about what happened, and whether or not it was an uncomfortable subject. &quot;I don't want to think about them right now.&quot; &quot;I'm sorry,&quot; I said, feeling horrified that I might have upset her. She kissed my hand again. &quot;It's okay, really. We can talk about them tomorrow if you want, just...&quot; She yawned and pulled my arms tight around her. &quot;Not right now.&quot; I felt such empathy towards her. Hearing of her loneliness, and imagining what was behind it, hurt my heart, as if I had felt it firsthand. I made another silent vow to myself, that I would never let her feel alone. In making that vow, I knew, as surely as I knew that gravity pulls down, or that fire was hot, that I would be there for her forever. I would happily devote my entire life to her, with zero regrets. It was simply the way it was. I kissed her bare shoulder and nuzzled my face into her hair. We were both silent after that, and very soon, I could tell that she had drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes and listened to her slow steady breath until it lulled me to sleep. Chapter Twelve. I awoke alone in Melissa's bed. I checked my watch, it was just after nine in the morning. I had arrived at about nine last night, and we were both asleep not all that long after that. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept for that long. It felt good. As I stretched, I discovered a note on the pillow next to me. It read: &quot;I wanted to ravish you this morning, but you were sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. I went for a run, be back soon. Love, Melissa.&quot; I was sure that, given the choice, I would always happily sacrifice some sleep to be ravished by Melissa. I smiled to myself. We'll just have to make up for it later. I found my underwear in a corner, pulled them on, and headed to the bathroom to take a leak. I retrieved my bag from where I had dropped it last night, carefully tucked Melissa's note away, and dug out my toiletries pouch. I had brushed my teeth and was rinsing with some mouthwash when I heard a key turn the lock on the front door. Melissa pushed the door closed, and smiled when she saw me walking out of the hallway. She kept it very warm in her apartment, so I had been fine to stay in just my boxer briefs. She eyed me up and down as I approached. She moved quickly into my open arms, and we kissed briefly. &quot;Good morning, sleepy head.&quot; &quot;Good morning, beautiful,&quot; I replied, giving her another quick kiss. Despite the below-freezing temperature outside, she was hot and sweaty from her exercise. She took off her windbreaker and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a black sports bra, that I thought looked very sexy on her athletic figure. &quot;I need a shower.&quot; She said. Her exposed skin glistened with sweat. On impulse, I leaned in and licked her, from the middle of her chest, all the way up the side of her neck. She giggled and squirmed a bit and halfheartedly said. &quot;Uh, gross.&quot; With my face still against her neck, I breathed in deep through my nose. &quot;I love the way you smell.&quot; I licked the sweaty skin of her neck again. &quot;I love the way you taste.&quot; She pulled back slightly so she could see me, and the look on her face told me that I had just taken a huge stride in squashing one of her insecurities. &quot;Come shower with me,&quot; She said softly. I followed as she led me by the hand to the bathroom. The tiny space felt cramped with two people in it, but I loved the enforced closeness with Melissa. As sensually as she could in the space, she stripped off the rest of her clothes, then tugged down on the waistband of my underwear, sending them to my ankles. She kept her hands on my waist, and I put a hand to her face, kissing her sweetly. She bit the corner of her lower lip, in a pensive expression. &quot;Will you...&quot; She asked slowly. &quot;Let me shave you?&quot; I brushed a hand across my face. What facial hair I was able to grow was fine, blonde, and didn't grow very fast. My face still felt smooth from when I had shaved the previous morning. With a nervous smile, Melissa pointedly glanced down, and I caught her meaning. I had never shaved down there before, and honestly, the thought had never occurred to me. Seeing the slightly hopeful expression on her face, I was open to the idea. &quot;Okay,&quot; I replied.

Cabin Cousins: Part 1 Cousins reunion: a childhood friendship becomes love. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. Chapter One. It was one of those glorious mid-October days in Minnesota, where morning frost gives way to clear blue skies and temperatures warm enough for wearing tee shirts. My name is Charles, by the way, nice to meet you. Please don't call me Charlie, or Chuck or Chucky, I hate that. I work at a big box home improvement store near my home on the west side of the Twin Cities. I'm eighteen, and have spent most of the summer since graduating, being overworked and underpaid. I took Saturday, Sunday, and half of Friday off so that I could drive up and spend the weekend 'up north' at the family cabin, near Pelican Lake. Built by my great grandfather, Olaf Larson, in the early 1900's, the cabin was a place that anyone in my (quite large) extended family was free to use. The cabin itself is rather small, just a single room, adorned with a century's worth of hunting trophies and antique nick knacks. There were spaces in the woods around the cabin yard where people would park their RV's, and some nice grassy clearings for setting up tents. There was someone there on most weekends between spring and fall, and sometimes it was a pretty full house, with ten or twenty people showing up for a relaxing weekend of doing nothing. This, likely the last weekend of decent weather for the next six months or so, was going to be a busy one. I was halfway through the three hour drive, when my mom called me on my cell phone to make sure I was on my way, and if I had remembered my tent. Yes, I had remembered my tent, and yes, I remembered my sleeping bag and an extra blanket because it was going to get cold at night. Thanks, mom. Then she listed off who was there, and who else was on their way. Aunts and uncles, older brothers and sisters, relatives of every age and variety. My heart skipped a beat though, when she added as an afterthought that my cousin Melissa Olson, was there. Actually, she was my second cousin, but more importantly, she was my friend. Growing up, my weekends were occupied by exploring the woods around the cabin, fishing and swimming in the lake, or just hanging out around the fire pit chatting and telling stories. Many of those weekends, Melissa was right there at my side. I had more in common with her than with any of the male relatives close to my age, in terms of interests and personality, so often it was just the two of us. About three years back, there was some kind of family drama that I really didn't pay attention to, but as a result, the whole branch of the family that Melissa belonged to stopped showing up to family gatherings. I was fifteen at the time, and though I was really sad that I didn't get to see Melissa anymore, I was, you know, fifteen. At that age, there is so much going on in your life that, as sad as a change may be, something else always fills the gap. Once off the phone with my mom, all I could think about was Melissa. Memories of our adventures effervesced in my mind. I thought of the last time I saw her, how she smiled and said &quot;See you next time!&quot; with a quick hug. Through the years growing up, I never really put much thought into her appearance, but remembering that last goodbye, it dawned on me that she had always been quite pretty. At fifteen, she was only a little shorter than my own average height, and had a slim athletic build. She was always big into track and field sports at her school. What I remember most about her was her smile, carefree and easily expressed, and her eyes. She had the most beautiful icy blue eyes I had ever seen, eyes that truly were windows to her soul. Maybe it's just that I knew her so well, but with just one glance at her eyes, I could tell instantly what she was feeling, and have a pretty good idea of what she was thinking about. I wondered if it would be the same way after not seeing her for three years. She was almost exactly the same age as me, having been born in February of 1980, to my January of the same year, which means that she must have graduated high school this year too. I began imagining what she looked like now, and was only a few miles away from the cabin when I realized I had a raging erection. This, was no good. Regardless of how I was getting aroused. &nbsp;The thought was of a childhood friend who was also a relative. I'll say I wasn't too proud of it, at that moment. I couldn't show up to a family gathering like this. I turned off onto a forestry road that I knew well, and piloted my pickup down one of the narrow overgrown logging trails that deer hunters use, to get to their stands. I've been down all of these trails, and know a hundred places that are perfect for when someone needs a little &quot;alone time&quot;. I parked my truck and listened for a minute, just to be sure there wasn't anyone else driving around nearby. Still in the driver’s seat, I unbuttoned my fly, and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I wrapped a hand around my cock and sighed with the pleasure of immanent release. Normally I would spunk to fantasies involving girls from high school, or one of the models from the couple of nudie mags I had hidden under my mattress at home. But right then, all I could imagine was Melissa, and my mental image of what she looked like now. I stroked furiously, and felt myself quickly building to orgasm. I hastily rummaged in the door pocket for a napkin with my left hand, found one, and barely had enough time to get it into place before I erupted. I groaned as I came, sending spurt after spurt of cum into the napkin, which wasn't up to the task of containing such a massive load. I sat there for a while, breathing hard, and feeling the cum that had soaked through the napkin ooze onto the palm of my left hand. It had been a while since I had cum that hard or that quickly. As the glow of orgasm faded, I started thinking that it wasn't right to get off like this to Melissa, but I knew I would have been a liar; if I said I wouldn't do it again. I cleaned up as best as I could with a few more napkins, got my pants back up, and checked myself in the vanity mirror just in case there was some glaring evidence that I had just jerked off. Satisfied that I looked normal, I arranged myself in my underwear so that if and when I got another boner, it would at least be pointing down, and not straight out for all of the family to see. I arrived at the cabin a few minutes later. People were spread out, around the yard; reading books, getting fishing equipment ready, or tending the fire in the stone fire pit. I was greeted with waves and hellos; nothing very enthusiastic. I mean, I do see most of these people pretty regularly. And honestly, I wasn't overly excited to see them either. I was however, very excited to see Melissa again, but looking around the yard, I didn't spot her anywhere. Then I heard the sharp crack sound that the cabin's screen door makes when someone lets it's spring slams itself shut. I looked over, and saw Melissa walking around the corner of the cabin. I hope no one saw my jaw drop, because she was gorgeous. She was barefoot, her long athletic legs disappearing beneath a knee-length flower pattern sun dress that flowed around her as she strode. Her hair was longer that she used to have it, and it trailed gracefully behind her, it's sandy blonde color glowing in the sunlight. When she noticed me, her face lit up. The warmth of her smile could have melted a glacier. &quot;Charles!&quot; She squealed. She ran across the yard and practically threw herself into my arms, hugging me tight. I hugged her back, just as tight. &quot;Oh my God, it's so good to see you!&quot; She said, laughing with joy. I don't think anyone had ever been so excited to see me in my entire life, and it felt a bit awkward, but I felt the same about her, so I just went with it. &quot;It's great to see you too.&quot; I said. We broke off our hug, but she kept an arm around my back. She started moving towards the cabin, and I went with, putting an arm across her shoulders. &quot;It's been over three years,&quot; She said excitedly. &quot;We have so much to catch up on!&quot; I craned my neck up to try and look down on her. &quot;I see you're still a little bit shorter than me?&quot; She poked me in the belly and said with mock sternness. &quot;You're wearing boots. Take them off and we're the same height.&quot; Be both laughed, and I was struck again at how beautiful she was. Even her laugh was like music. As we walked, my eyes strayed to her chest, where the slightest bit of a lacy white bra could be seen under the edge of her dress. Her tits were, for lack of a better word, perfect. They weren't large, a B cup I imagined, as if I knew anything about the particulars of tit size. What they were though, were proportionate. They were just the right size and shape for her. I was starting to imagine what they would look like free from any clothes, and must have spent just a few too many seconds looking. Something made me look up at her face, and I saw her watching me with a funny little smile. Our eyes locked, and I was surprised to not only see a lack of offence there, but for all I could tell, she was pleased that I was ogling her. She looked away with a satisfied smile, and gave me a little squeeze with the arm that was still around my back. &quot;Your mom is almost done with dinner. I don't know about you, but I'm starving.&quot; Chapter Two. My mom fried up walleye that my older brothers had caught earlier that day, and we all ate more than we should have, but man, nothing is better than pan-fried walleye that was in the lake just a few hours prior. After dinner, when everyone was just lounging around and catching up on gossip, I got my tent out of the bed of my pickup, and started walking towards the farthest away clearing to set it up in. Melissa called out to me. &quot;Can you set mine up too?&quot; &quot;Sure.&quot; I called back. &quot;Where do you want it?&quot; &quot;Next to yours is fine. I promise I don't snore too loud.&quot; She replied, which got some laughs. I set up the tents, and went back, claiming a spot on one of the benches near the fire. Melissa had changed out of her dress into some loose-fitting jeans and a blue tee shirt. She was in the process of explaining what she had been up to recently. She had moved out of her parent's house in Duluth back in February, on her eighteenth birthday. She didn't have a place to stay yet, so she spent a few weeks living in her car, a beat up old Toyota Camry, before one of her friend's parents took pity on her, and let her stay with them until she got her own place. Now, if you know anything about being in Duluth, Minnesota in February, you can imagine how much that sucked. My heart ached in empathy for her, and I actually teared up a little. Thankfully the wind was shifting around, so I could pass it off as just getting smoke in my eyes. Melissa continued her story, about how the people who had taken her in offered her a part time job to work as a cashier in their store. She worked evenings and weekends until she graduated high school; at which point she got a small apartment south of town. She still worked at their shop, but now pretty much ran the place, which the owners were ecstatic about, because it finally gave them the opportunity to do some traveling. As I listened, I became more and more in awe of Melissa. Let's use me as an example to compare and contrast. I'm of average height for a guy, with an average build. Melissa is slightly above average height for a girl, with a fit and toned body. My face isn't particularly handsome. Again, very average. She has the heart-shaped face of an angel. I live at home with my parents. I don't pay rent. I have an okay job, but what money I make, I tend to spend frivolously. She has her own apartment, a good job, and is saving her own money to go to college next year. I couldn't do anything but watch her as she talked. I noticed tiny details that I never even thought to look for on anyone else; How her neck moved when she talked, how she flipped her head to get her hair out of her face, how every time our eyes met, her smile would get just a little bit wider. I felt utterly unworthy to be in the presence of such a glorious creature. As the night went on, people went off to their beds in their campers and tents, or one of the four beds in the cabin and its three season porch. Eventually it was just me and Melissa. She came over and sat in the old metal glider bench seat, right next to me, resting her head on my shoulder and gazing into the glowing remnants of the fire. &quot;I've missed coming here.&quot; She said quietly. &quot;It's so peaceful.&quot; &quot;I missed you.&quot; I replied. She looked up at me and smiled. &quot;I've missed you too.&quot; For a long time we sat there in silence just staring at the red and orange coals. Eventually they were dying away, and we began to see our breath in the increasingly chilly air. Melissa yawned. Even the way she did that, was beautiful to me. &quot;I think it's time for bed.&quot; I whispered to her. She nodded in agreement, and I walked with her to where our tents were. She gave me a tired hug, said goodnight, and went into her tent. I entered my own tent, stripped down to my underwear, (I always sleep in just my boxer briefs,) and crawled into my sleeping bag. It was one of those big flannel old-school ones, not one of those small mummy bags. It had enough room inside for me to really sprawl out, and was plenty warm enough for camping in just about any kind of weather. I'm pretty sure I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I awoke to a rustling in the leaves outside my tent. It was too heavy to be from raccoons. My first thought was that it was a black bear, as it wasn't unusual for a black bear to wonder through the cabin yard. But when I heard the zipper to the tent flap, I was reassured. I was confused though, as to who would be coming into my tent in the middle of the night. The flap opened, and I saw a silhouette, blond hair glowing silver in the moonlight. My heart instantly started racing. Was I dreaming? Melissa was sneaking into my tent! With the moonlight coming through the open tent flap, she could see that I was awake. &quot;I'm c-cold.&quot; She whispered. Without thinking, I opened up my sleeping bag. &quot;Come on.&quot; I whispered. She crawled into the tent, zipping up the flap behind her, then scrambled into my sleeping bag with me, still fully dressed. She was freezing. I pulled her in tight to me, spooning her from behind, and wrapping one arm under her neck, the other one over her, and wrapping around her waist. I even had one leg over her thigh. I explained it was to transfer body heat as quickly as I could. Her shivering eventually subsided. As she drifted off to sleep, she said in a barely audible whisper. &quot;I hate the cold.&quot; While her breathing reduced to long, slow, deep breaths; I laid there thinking about just how much I loved this moment with Melissa. I've had a few girlfriends, but none of them were very serious. Even though I thought I loved them, I now knew that I had no idea of what love was. Until this moment. As I watched Melissa sleep, I realized that I loved her, truly and deeply. I nestled my face against the back of her neck, breathing in the herbal smell of her. I fell back asleep with joy in my heart. When I awoke again, it was just getting to be light out, and the first birds were beginning to sing. I looked at Melissa, still wrapped in my arms, and sleeping with an expression of serene contentment. It was at this time that my body caught on to the fact that it was pressed up against a very beautiful female, and I started to get worried that the rock hard penis pressing into Melissa's lower back would wake her up. I don't know if it was because of that, but she did wake up before too long. She shifted and stretched, before slightly rotating her back so she was nestling back against me. &quot;What happened last night?&quot; I asked with my arm on my hip. &quot;Don't you have a sleeping bag?&quot; &quot;I do, I got it at Goodwill, so it was cheap, but it's not very good.&quot; &quot;Well, I have a blanket you can use, and I'm pretty sure there's extra bedding in the cabin.&quot; She sighed contentedly and pulled my arm back around her waist. &quot;Or; I could sleep here again tonight?&quot; &quot;Or you could sleep here tonight.&quot; I replied. After a little while she said. &quot;You're warm.&quot; And hard, I thought. There was no way she didn't know. I yearned to kiss her. I yearned to grab her hips and grind my cock against her. I wanted to explore her whole body with my hands. I wanted her to put her hands on me. But I was terrified of doing anything, even suggesting anything that she didn't want. I was torn, because I was pretty sure that she did want something. The looks she gave me the previous day, the little smiles, and now snuggling up against me and my hard cock, all screamed in my head to do something, anything! I was just about to slide my hand down to her hip when she announced. &quot;I have to pee.&quot; As she was leaving my tent, she turned back and gave me a small kiss on the cheek, a quick smile, then was gone. It took a while for my hard-on to subside, but once it did, I got dressed and went outside. Chapter Three. With a slight detour through the trees, (being a guy has some advantages, the whole forest is my urinal.) I joined the family in the cabin yard. One of my uncles was making eggs and bacon on a grill top griddle, and everyone else was in a different state of waking up. My mom asked Melissa and me, if we were warm enough in our tents last night, and informed us that there were extra blankets. I said that I was fine. Melissa cheerily replied that she was toasty warm, and I had to look away to avoid being seen smiling like an idiot. Even though nothing happened, it still wouldn't look good for the whole family to know that I was spooning my cousin all night. After breakfast, it seemed like everyone but Melissa and I, had plans to do things during the day. Some were going fishing, some were going into Pine River, Breezy Point, and Nisswa, to shop the antique stores and other shops. Melissa looked at me with that smile that somehow was more than just an innocent smile. &quot;So, what do you want to do today?&quot; She asked me. &quot;We could go for a hike. Find some of the trails we used to know?&quot; Her face lit up. &quot;Yes! Let’s go find Pine Grove Cathedral! We could bring lunch and make a picnic out of it, too!&quot; &quot;So, what do you want to eat for lunch?&quot; &quot;I don't know, what do you want to eat for lunch?&quot; She said mockingly, then laughed. &quot;Oh, no, I don't play that game. I know what I like to eat, so I'll get the lunch together.&quot; She hopped up from the camp chair she was sitting in, and skipped to the cabin. Like, actually skipped. It was adorable. Though, how her ass moved in her jeans as she went, was an even better sight. I stuffed an old quilt into a backpack, then after a moment's thought, crammed in two hoodies. It might get cold earlier tonight, I was not going to let Melissa be cold if there was anything I could do about it. Soon we were walking side by side along the dirt road that lead past the cabin. From there we cut along an ATV trail to one of the State forestry roads, heading deep into the woods where there weren't any other cabins. We chatted as we walked, about music and school, and a host of other mundane things. It really didn't matter to me what we talked about. At some point we started holding hands, and it seemed like the most wonderful, natural thing ever. I began to notice that, unlike literally every other conversation I had ever had, with anyone my age, Melissa was being absolutely honest and forthright. Like an open book, she wasn't hiding anything, so I made a conscious decision to do the same for her. When the conversation came to the topic of previous relationships, I told her about some embarrassing things that happened to me when I was with my first girlfriend. Things that I had sworn to myself to never speak of again. She laughed, but with me, not at me, and countered with an even more embarrassing story from her past. It was surreal. We shared what our thoughts and feelings were, when we had been in particularly awkward situations. We told each other our fears and insecurities. It felt so good to lay my most p

The College Swim Team: Part 2 We have to share practice time with the girl's squad. Based on a post by AnonymousPerv. Listen to the &#9658;Podcast at Steamy Stories. I wouldn't be surprised if most of you don't believe my history up to this point in the story. You might think the idea that men swimming naked in public pools in 1959 is crazy. I would agree it is crazy, but it doesn't make it less true. Turn on your google, or whatever it is, if you don't trust me and look it up yourself. Perhaps the hardest pill for you to swallow, is that I had such an intimate sexual experience with the female coach, Dr. Wynn. Well, it happened. I always kept that secret to myself, up until now. There were more events that occurred during this joyous time in my life and I'm happy to share them with you before I go, but I'm warning you: If you haven't believed my story up to this point, you may as well quit reading now. It gets crazier. It was about a week later, following a Friday afternoon practice, when things really took a turn. Coach Andersen had the team line up at the end of the pool. &quot;Gentlemen, in three weeks we start competition. I am more confident in this squad, than any other I have ever coached. You make me all very proud.&quot; It was nice getting the acclaim. We had survived several weeks of practice and conditioning, injury free, and three more weeks of it seemed ever more grueling, even though we were seeing the benefits of the hard work. All nine of us had rippling hard bodies, what many would consider to be &quot;peak&quot; physical condition. Knowing Coach Peterson and Dr. Wynn, they always set the bar higher. &quot;Unfortunately, boys, we are faced with a challenge. I am offering you the opportunity to make a big decision.&quot; The nine of us, all naked and still wet, began mumbling among each other. &quot;Settle down, settle down. Here's the issue. The pool at Drexel has cracked its foundation. They will be rushing to repair it, but in the meantime, our old rivals have no way to practice in a proper 50-meter pool. That is, unless they bus over here daily. They called and asked if we would be willing to give them access to our pool every day at 7 pm., until the season officially begins.&quot; Seven o'clock is when the girls usually start practice. We're 4 to 6:30, and they're 7 to whenever. The break, between the two squads coming and going, usually prevented any of the girls from accidentally stepping into the pool area while we were there. Although it was allowed and tolerated for girls to be around, I had discovered that it wasn't considered good etiquette, unless one was a coach or a lifeguard. That first day of school, when I had experienced being naked in front of several girls, had perhaps skewed my reality of the situation. I even noted that when Dr. Wynn did stop in during our afternoon practices, she never over-extended her stays, always doing her best to make the boys feel comfortable. Still, whenever she was there, I popped wood. Pete Wilkinson on the end spoke up, &quot;If Drexel can't practice, we'll trounce 'em in competition!&quot; Buddy Preston raised his arm. &quot;Do we really want to win that way?&quot; Buddy was well-liked by everyone, and if it weren't for me, he would have been the fastest on the team. &quot;You know that's no way to win a meet.&quot; The others agreed, me included. &quot;I thought that's how you would see it,&quot; said the coach. &quot;Obviously, this creates problems with how we share our facility. Coach Bradley's squad will have to forfeit their time for Drexel. She and I discussed it, and feel we can effectively utilize the space by giving her girls the west side of the pool, and we'll take the other. We'll have fewer lanes to practice in, but we can resolve this by coming in at 3:30 and staying until Drexel arrives at seven.&quot; It sounded to me like they'd already made up their minds. Strangely enough, after more than a month at the school, I had yet to meet Amanda Bradley, the woman who many considered to be Coach Peterson's equal. I knew she'd been the girl's coach for more than a decade, and had a winning record almost impressive as her counterpart's. Coach Peterson paced as he debriefed us. &quot;I'll call Drexel and tell them they can start Monday. It will give us enough time to make arrangements over the weekend.&quot; Suddenly, he stopped. &quot;Do I have to remind anybody to be on their best behavior in the presence of the girls' squad?&quot; We all shook our head and mumbled &quot;No,&quot; but Scott Thomas raised his hand. I remember it was Scott, because if there was one person who might have been more socially awkward than me, it was him. Also, he was standing right next to me. Still, he didn't get stiffies every time Dr. Tammy Wynn stopped by. It appeared only I suffered that humiliation. &quot;Um; Coach Peterson?&quot; he asked. &quot;I; uh; know the girls can wear their swimsuits and all, but while they practice with us, it will be mandatory for them, right?&quot; I jerked my head to him. &quot;Mandatory?&quot; I whispered. &quot;What the heck are you suggesting? They have to wear suits, of course!&quot; Coach Peterson started laughing, shaking his head. &quot;Oh, Mr. Thomas; and you, Mr. Feller.&quot; He slowly walked up to me, standing not two feet away. Thank goodness Dr. Wynn wasn't there. Otherwise, my penis would not have been flaccid. &quot;For as fast as you swim, you really ought to know more about what it is you are swimming in. Without going into the history of this great sport and leisure activity, here are the rules: stay in your lane, don't jump in until you hear the buzzer, and abide by all dress codes.&quot; &quot;I do, sir,&quot; I insisted. &quot;I was just saying, so do the girls. They abide by the rules, by always wearing their suits.&quot; The coach sighed, &quot;Apparently, you are still in the dark over our protocols. Boys, why do we not wear suits in the pool?&quot; One at the end of the line shouted, &quot;Fibers in the pumps and filters. Clogs them up, making us have to replace them.&quot; &quot;I thought it was checking for rashes and wounds,&quot; said a boy on the other end. &quot;Yeah, to ensure we're clean, everybody knows that,&quot; said another. &quot;It's all those things,&quot; cried the coach. &quot;There is every practical reason to swim in the nude, Mr. Feller. Not to mention, we have long standing traditions here.&quot; I nodded, not wishing to upset the coach with my ignorance any further. &quot;Back to your question, Mr. Thomas. Will the girls be required to wear their suits? I'll discuss it with Coach Bradley. I think it is a reasonable request.&quot; Again, my curiosity got the best of me. &quot;But wait, I don't;&quot; &quot;What is it you don't understand, Mr. Feller? The girls don't have to wear their suits, but should they prefer to protect their modesty, they may. We offer the school sanctioned suits for that reason.&quot; &quot;You mean they can also practice naked?&quot; The thought of it sent blood rushing to my cock, but the look on my coach's face helped to keep me in check. &quot;You really are from Kansas, aren't you? Most of them wear their suits, I suppose. Sometimes one or two of them go without, so I've known, but it's a girl's privilege to protect her modesty, especially against young men like yourself. We wouldn't want any of you boys getting impractical thoughts.&quot; The coach paused again, looking directly at me. &quot;So you all try to control yourselves.&quot; I blushed, looking down. I suspected Dr. Wynn had told him about my problem, that every time we practiced together, I had an erection. It didn't matter if I kept my mind on other things, it just seemed my penis autonomously got hard in the presence of a female. Especially her. Hopefully, Dr. Wynn hadn't revealed that she had swallowed my cum once. I felt fairly confident she kept that a secret, like I did. How I wished she would let me do that again, but she'd acted very professional ever since. I guess she meant it when she said it was a one-time thing. Coach Peterson raised his hand before dismissing us. &quot;Mid-morning practice tomorrow, then take the rest of the weekend off, boys. You deserve it, you really do. Even you, Ryan.&quot; He winked at me. &quot;I know you've been working hard.&quot; I wasn't sure if that was a double entendre, or just a simple compliment. I headed to the locker room with my teammates, already dreading the coming Monday. We were to arrive early to practice, giving me barely any time between it, and my last class for the day. I had to pack a snack for in between, since it would be three and a half hours of grueling drills, all while the girl's team worked their side of the pool. That was the real beef. I was filled with anxiety thinking about how I would handle myself, naked, in the presence of so many girls. The temperature was surprisingly cool that Monday morning, but while I meandered from one class to the next, I was sweating buckets. I couldn't stop time. It was bound to come, and the minutes passed far too quickly. 'Please don't get a boner, please don't get a boner,' was all I could think about, repeating over and over in my head. When I got to the locker room to undress, some of the others were whispering to each other, pointing at me. Pete snickered and threw me a thumbs up sign. &quot;What?&quot; I asked. &quot;They're making bets on how long before you sport wood.&quot; I went flush. It was so humiliating. I guess it had happened enough times, and was now a well known fact, that I always got hard around girls; just like a dweeb. I was unable to contain myself around girls; at least when I was naked. Look, it wasn't unheard of to happen to someone when swimming. Strapping, young men pop random wood on occasion. It's understood that it happens, and when it does, the rule of thumb is to ignore it. Still, it's somewhat frowned upon. And people like me; who do it all the time; weren't usually welcome in the pool, I had discovered. I suppose I was lucky that Dr. Wynn had been so forgiving of the issue. Having practiced with her so many times, she could probably pick my hard cock out from a lineup. I looked at the small group of kids mocking me and stared them down for a second, before throwing my towel to the floor. &quot;Put me in for less than a minute.&quot; It was perhaps the first, genuine bonding moment I had with any of my teammates. Up to this point, they kind of avoided me. My highly competitive spirit set some people off, while others were just jealous of my talent. But self deprecation goes a long way, I guess, and the boys broke into howls when I admitted I had a problem. Scott slapped me on the shoulder. &quot;Don't feel bad, man. With all those girls swimming nearby, wearing those loose-hanging suits, I'm pretty sure you won't be the only one challenged with the problem.&quot; &quot;No shit,&quot; said Pete. &quot;It's been bugging' me all weekend. Damn, can you imagine? When Mary Jenkins comes out of the water? Woah, I can't wait, but I am gonna have a hard time not popping wood.&quot; Others laughed again, when Pete said, &quot;Maybe not like Ragin' Woody Ryan here, but I'll definitely be struggling. I might have to jump in the water periodically.&quot; Others snickered and clapped, nodding their heads. Pete's moniker stuck. From that point forward, I was known as Ragin' Woody Ryan. At least, far more often than by my short name. We finally shuffled to the pool, making our way to our corner of the large, open room. The girls were already on their side, circled around a woman. From my distance, I couldn't really make her out, but she stood almost a foot taller than any of the swimmers. Coach Peterson snapped us to attention and we lined up in front of him. &quot;OK, boys, we're going to start with laps. Since we only have five lanes available, five of you go now, ten minutes later, the other four.&quot; Always eager to get in the water, I volunteered with four others and made my way to the third lane down. As I was about to get on the block, I noticed the girl's squad was still circled around their coach, who was dressed in one of those school sanctioned suits. With her standing so high above the squad, I finally got a good look at her. Late 30s I would guess and extremely top heavy. She made the redhead I met on my first day here look small in comparison. A blonde girl who faced the coach, with her back to me, had one knee on the floor. I remember thinking she was so thin, because I could see her spine. It took a second for that to register in my brain, but I suddenly realized she didn't have anything on at all. Not a stitch of clothing! I whipped my head back to the water the moment I realized, desperate to jump into the pool, before my penis responded to the mental stimulation of a girl being naked in the same room with me. I dove in straight away. By the time I started my stroke, my cock was raging hard. I was so grateful it was under the water, because it took the entire ten-minute run of laps for it to finally go away. I was desperately trying to focus on anything other than the girls. I swam hard, focusing on my form and the fury of my stroke, when just before time was up, it finally went flaccid again. I remember being so relieved when coming out of the pool. That was, until I realized we had to sit on the bench; which faced the pool. I knew I'd be tempted to look to the girl's side. They weren't close, but close enough to fantasize about, and soon, I would be struggling to save face again. Scott Thomas flagged the coach down, just as we neared the bench. &quot;Coach, I thought all the girls were going to be suited up, and uh; um; I saw one of the&quot; &quot;Oh, yes, about that.&quot; The coach stepped closer. The five of us who had just come out of the water huddled around him. &quot;Dr. Wynn and I discussed it with Coach Bradley, and we determined that it was best not to make any extraneous rules during this short matter of inconvenience.&quot; &quot;But;&quot; Scott started. &quot;No buts. It was actually something Mr. Feller said to Dr. Wynn, I believe, that helped make our decision. 'That men would behave no differently around the women, than they do us.' It's quite forward-thinking, progressive; and dare I say, debatable, but it was decided. If some of the girls happen to go without their suits, I expect you all to ignore it. Understood?&quot; We all nodded and made vocal affirmations, though I think we all were rather scared; scared of the prospect of having reactions around naked girls. We weren't superhuman, and though it may have been considered inappropriate to get erections while swimming with others, deeming it &quot;inappropriate&quot; didn't stop them from occurring. I'm guessing I was more worried than most, considering my track record. The coach continued, &quot;Never mind the girls. The only things you should be focusing on right now are your times. I want to see those relay scores improve. Considering your individual runs, it ought to be better.&quot; We nodded again and grabbed our towels. As I was about to sit down, the coach tapped my shoulder, likely because I was closest to him. I should have kept a distance. &quot;Hey Ryan, run this over to Coach Bradley. We must have swapped clipboards this morning. Ask her if she's got mine.&quot; Coach reached out, handing me a clipboard with a dangling pen, attached to a thread. Several sheets of paper were tightly clipped to it, and it did look a lot like Coach Peterson's. I could see how they may have swapped them, but I wasn't thrilled about returning the item to Coach Amanda Bradley, who was now seated on the opposite end of the pool, on a bench that was against the wall, mirroring ours. I started the long walk over. For those unfamiliar with the size and scope of a natatorium, allow me to explain. The pool is 25 meters wide (80-ish feet) and 50 meters long. The diving pool, located at the other end of the facility, is deep and also large, though not nearly the same scale as the Olympic pool. Our locker room entrance was situated somewhat between the two pools, on what was now the girls' side of the pool. The distance between our bench and the girls' was about a hundred feet. Try looking at something from that far away. You can see it, but you can't make out the details. So from this distance, the boys weren't too concerned about being seen naked by the girls. Of course, the boys swimming in the two lanes nearest the girls' lanes knew they were at risk, to some degree. It was bound to happen, and I envied those who could manage it, without getting an erection. Because now, as I slowly made my way over to the girl's coach, I felt my penis already twitching. I knew I was doomed, but I was trying my damndest to think of anything other than girls, or my nudity. I thought about my math test, the previous week's baseball scores, and anything else I could come up with, but I knew if I caught so much as one girl glancing at my package, it was over. I was already half stiff when I was within twenty feet of Coach Bradley. I held the clipboard slightly in front of me, trying to cover. How I wish we had the same options as the girls and could wear suits. The women's coach was currently focused on one of the girls in the water, when she turned to a student on her left, an attractive brunette. &quot;Make sure we tell Wendy to bring her arms up more on that forward stroke.&quot; &quot;Excuse me, ma'am? Coach Bradley?&quot; I stiffly kept the clipboard in place while addressing her. She looked up, pausing at my chest, before darting her eyes to my face. &quot;Yes?&quot; &quot;Coach Peterson asked me to return this clipboard to you. He thinks he may have swapped his with yours.&quot; &quot;Oh, he did! In my office. I noticed after he left, but I left his there. I figured we'd get them sorted after practice.&quot; &quot;Oh, okay,&quot; I said, beginning to turn away, thinking, 'Please let me keep the clipboard, please let me keep the' &quot;Do you know where my office is?&quot; she asked. &quot;South Hall, fifth door on the left.&quot; That was further down the hall than Dr. Wynn's office, but I knew where it was. &quot;It's open. If he needs his clipboard, just go get it.&quot; While walking to the girl's side of the pool, and being in the direct presence of Coach Amanda Bradley and several of the female team members, I had somehow managed to keep my willy from going nilly. Had it not been for my impeccable effort of maintaining eye contact, I am certain my rod would have stiffened faster than Billy the Kid could ever draw his weapon. This was because, below Coach Bradley's eyes were perhaps the two largest mammaries I'd ever seen. I noticed it the moment I crossed into the girl's area, and looked away to keep my mind on other things. In that brief glimpse, I noticed how the terrible shape of the school-sanctioned swimsuit made her body looked more &quot;ballooned&quot; than it likely was, because her legs appeared to be thin and tone. I dared not risk taking a closer inspection of her body, and as we engaged our short conversation, I proudly managed to keep my cool. It was short lived; &quot;He probably wants his clipboard, right?&quot; the coach asked, as I kept staring at her contemplating what I should do. &quot;Just give me mine, and go fetch it. Come on. Get going, already.&quot; She held out her hand, expecting me to hand over her clipboard. &quot;Oh. Yeah, okay. Fourth door on the left?&quot; &quot;No, fifth. Fifth door.&quot; She turned to her student again. &quot;Allison, why don't you just take uh;&quot; I had not yet surrendered the clipboard, but said, &quot;No, no, it's okay, I can find it.&quot; &quot;Don't be silly. Allison just gave her lane up to Mary a few minutes ago. She's got time.&quot; &quot;Oh; well, okay, then,&quot; I said, defeated. The coach thrust her hand out again a

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 3 A campfire show, a lapdance, followed by couples counseling, &amp; a shower In&nbsp;3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the &#9658; Podcast at Steamy Stories. I heard the tent zipper unzip. I twisted around enough to see a blonde head tossing something into the tent and then disappear again. I pulled from Tina and looked at the floor, my sheets and duffel laying in the tent along with what looked like a night shirt. &quot;This must be for you,&quot; I said, reaching for the shirt and handing it Tina. &quot;Yeah. I think so,&quot; she said, rolling over on the bed to look at me. &quot;I wish I wasn't so fat.&quot; &quot;Like I said last night, you aren't fat.&quot; &quot;Well, not skinny either,&quot; she said as I watched either Linda or Sandy walk from the camper onto the gravel road, towards the showers. &quot;Hey, you wanna get her back?&quot; &quot;Who?&quot; &quot;Linda.&quot; &quot;Okay. How do we do that?&quot; &quot;She just went to the showers. Steal her clothes and lock her out of the camper for a while. Tell them not to let her in until I say so.&quot; &quot;She might like that.&quot; &quot;Maybe. We'll see.&quot; &quot;Still a good idea though,&quot; she said as she got up and pulled the shirt on. She looked around the floor and found her shoes and then slipped out of the tent, walking quickly towards the shower house. About five minutes later she came back with her arms full of a towel and some clothes. I pulled on some shorts and sat in my chair while Tina tossed Linda's clothes into my tent and then brought a chair over to my site. We sat and waited. A guy was walking down the road towards the bathrooms. &quot;Hey, buddy.&quot; &quot;Yeah?&quot; &quot;Got a minute.&quot; &quot;Maybe, what's up?&quot; &quot;In a couple minutes a young lady is going to come walking back from the showers completely naked. She's getting payback for playing a trick on them last night. They're locking her out of the camper until she makes herself climax in front of anyone out here. So, if you want to watch...&quot; He grinned. &quot;Yeah, I'll watch,&quot; he said, sitting on the tailgate of my truck. Sure enough, about five minutes later a very wet, clearly pissed off Linda came tromping back from the showers. &quot;Sandy! I'm gonna nail you for this!&quot; she practically shouted as she walked into camp. &quot;Might not want to shout too loud. As I heard it, they wouldn't let you back in until you stood there and made yourself come for me.&quot; &quot;What?&quot; &quot;You were the one that wanted to play show and tell. Well, Tina and I had a nice night, now it's your turn.&quot; &quot;Wait, why would they do...&quot; &quot;They didn't. I did. I didn't like being made a fool of last night. Nice game by the way, leaving me naked in the showers like that. By the way, the woman that was in there with me, she had fun too. Now it's your turn to show us something.&quot; &quot;They're really not going to let me in until I do?&quot; &quot;That's what I said.&quot; &quot;Oh shit.&quot; &quot;What was it you said? You didn't mind being naked? Well, here's your chance to really show it off. Give us a nice look at your cunt while you make yourself come,&quot; I called to her. &quot;That s the way you want it?&quot; Linda clarified. &quot;It seems fair,&quot; I answered. She walked to one of their fancy camp chairs and picked it up, carrying it over to our campsite. She set it down near the fire pit, facing me as I sat in my camp chair. She sat down and spread her legs, hooking them over the arms of the oversized bag chair. Her cunt was shaved completely bare, only a small amount of dark grayish inner lip protruding from her otherwise well-tanned cunt. &quot;You like the view?&quot; she asked as she reached between her legs and stroked her cunt lips. &quot;Very nice. You tan naked outside or in a bed?&quot; &quot;Wouldn't you like to know,&quot; she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip between her lips and draw slowly up her slit. &quot;I can guess, but I'd like to think it was outside,&quot; I answered. &quot;Sometimes it is,&quot; she said as she closed her eyes. &quot;In fact, I'm going to sit here and think about just that. Laying out in the yard, all naked and covered in oil. I have a neighbor that likes to look. He's kind of cute. I wouldn't mind if he walked over some time and played with me. Touched my tits,&quot; she whispered as she lifted a hand to her breast and gently pinched and twisted one nipple. &quot;And reached down to play with my cunt. I can almost feel his fingers teasing up and down my slit, working between them to reach my clit,&quot; she said before sliding her finger across her own clit and drawing a quick breath. &quot;Yeah, I can imagine him doing that while I undo his pants and pull out his hard-on. I don't think he's as big as you are, but I bet he'd fill me up really well,&quot; she half moaned, her eyes closed and two of her fingers pushing into her vagina. &quot;Oh yeah. I can just see him moving between my legs and pushing it right into me.&quot; I could tell she was getting damn turned on, but I also noticed out of the corner of my eye, Tina, her legs spread apart, and the hem of her shirt pulled up enough to let her stroke her own cunt while Linda described her neighbor doing her. &quot;Oh yeah. Linda continued with her eyes closed. I bet he'd love to push in and out of me. His wife is kinda cute, but she's a tight ass bitch, so I bet he wouldn't mind at all feeding that cock into me. Sliding it in and out, feeling my hot wet cunt around his cock. Oh yeah. That's it Gary. Put it in. Just push it right into me,&quot; she moaned. Tina got up quietly and stepped over to my camp, pulling the front of my shorts down and then pulling my rock hard cock up to point at the air. She shifted over my cock and rubbed my head between her lips and then slowly sat down on me as Linda pictured her neighbor fucking her. &quot;Yeah. In and out Gary. Fuck my hot little cunt. You know you want to. You watch me so often, peeking over the fence to watch me. Come on in and touch me. Play with my cunt and shove your cock in me.&quot; &quot;Uh,&quot; Tina groaned as she settled down on my shaft, her eyes closed as she let me penetrate deep into her, too turned on to complain about our guest watching. Well, he wasn't watching Tina much anyway. He was much more interested in watching Linda. So interested in fact that he was standing up, his cock pulled out of his shorts, stroking it and moving closer to her naked body inch by inch. &quot;That's it Gary. Fuck me. Fuck my hot little cunt. Show that bitch of a wife of yours what a man can do to a cunt!&quot; she moaned as she plunged two fingers in and out of her own cunt frantically. I could hear her fingers squishing in and out of herself as she drove them in hard, pretending it was her neighbor fucking her. &quot;Oh shit!&quot; she squealed loudly as she arched her back and pulled her fingers from her cunt. She pulled on her lips with both hands, spreading them wide as she spurted a gush of juice out into the air between us. Our guest, whose name I didn't even know, stood there, staring for a fraction of a second before his own cock spurted the first gush of cum out at Linda. The two of them spurted several times, her cum landing in the dirt between us and his landing all over her shuddering spasming body. &quot;Oh fuck. Sorry about that,&quot; he mumbled before tucking his still hard cock into his pants and walking quickly out of camp towards the showers. &quot;Jesus! Did he just come all over me?&quot; she asked, looking down at the cum splattered on her chest and stomach and then back at his now retreating back. &quot;Who fucking cares?&quot; Tina mumbled as she bounced on me, reaching for her shirt and pulling it up and off, leaving her naked again. She reached for my hands and pulled them up to her wildly bouncing tits. &quot;God, make me come again,&quot; she moaned softly. &quot;Jesus,&quot; Linda groused again, as she stood up and walked towards her camp wiping his cum off her as best as she could. &quot;Now I need another fucking shower.&quot; I grinned and squeezed Tina s tits, using the finger and thumb of each hand to squeeze and twist her hard nipples while she slid her hot cunt up and down my shaft. It seemed like the floodgates were open and she couldn't get enough of it, as she bounced on me, completely oblivious to the older couple walking down the gravel road towards the shower house. &quot;Tell me that doesn't turn you on,&quot; I heard the woman say, drawing my attention to them. It only took a few moments before I realized it was the woman from last night, and presumably her husband. I hoped there wouldn't be any trouble which distracted me considerably from the sexy cunt riding my cock. &quot;So they're naked,&quot; he answered. &quot;And that bulge in your shorts is what? A tennis ball you forgot to leave at the camper?&quot; &quot;I didn't say seeing her naked wasn't fun to look at.&quot; &quot;I'd do that to you.&quot; &quot;What?&quot; &quot;Strip and fuck you like that, if you'd let me.&quot; &quot;Why would I wanna see you strip where anyone could see you?&quot; &quot;What? You don't think my body is good looking enough for that?&quot; &quot;I didn't say that, but who wants to look at an old woman's body?&quot; &quot;The hell you say!&quot; she said, stopping in the middle of the road. &quot;You wanna try that again?&quot; I was glad that Tina was about to push over the edge and climax on me, because I had a hunch the argument in the driveway was about to become a serious distraction. &quot;Just that no one wants to see old people's bodies,&quot; he said again, digging the hole even deeper. &quot;Really? You're sure you wanna stay with that? Not something like, damn you're a sexy woman and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked anywhere you want to strip?&quot; &quot;I'm just sayin',&quot; he answered, starting to pull the dirt in on top of him as he stood in the bottom of the hole he just dug for himself. &quot;Maybe we should just see about that,&quot; I heard her say just as Tina started to climax on me, her cunt squeezing and spasming around my shaft as her legs trembled. &quot;Oh, fuck yes!&quot; she moaned loudly as she sat on me, no longer bouncing, but just enjoying the orgasm washing over her. Looking past Tina, I could see the woman in the road starting to pull her shirt up and off. In a few moments it hit the gravel and she bent to push her shorts down her body, dragging her underwear with them. She bent, her ass sticking out at me, showing me her cunt as she worked her clothes over her shoes. She stood there for a few seconds, waiting for a response from her husband, who did nothing but stare. &quot;Alright then,&quot; she said turning and walking towards me. &quot;How about you? Interested in playing with an old woman's body?&quot; she asked, giving me a little grin and wink. &quot;My husband doesn't think my body is sexy enough to be naked in public. What do you think?&quot; Tina looked around, her fading orgasm letting some of that bashfulness slip back out again. She pushed off of me and crossed her arms over her tits before running to the camper across the road, running right past the guy in the road. &quot;Well now. This is interesting, isn't it?&quot; the woman asked, stepping towards me. She reached out for my cunt-juice covered cock and wrapped her hand around it as much as she could and began to stroke it. &quot;Does this old body look sexy to you? Sexy enough to fuck?&quot; &quot;With your husband standing right there?&quot; I asked with raised eyebrows. &quot;I didn't say I was going to fuck you, I asked if you thought my body was sexy enough to fuck? If I sat right there on that tailgate and spread my legs, would you wanna fuck me?&quot; I chuckled, understanding what she was doing. &quot;Well, you're already naked, so if you walk over there and sit down, if your husband doesn't come fuck you, I'd be happy to.&quot; She winked at me again and let go of my cock. She turned and walked over to the tailgate and sat on the edge, leaning back and lifting her legs much the way I had her the night before. &quot;You mean like this?&quot; I got up from my chair and stepped over the few feet to the truck and stood between her legs. I let my shaft press against her cunt lips and reached up her body to her tits, grabbing both of them and squeezing them. &quot;Something like that,&quot; I agreed as I let her grind her cunt against my cock. &quot;How about it Gary? You wanna come fill my cunt or should I let this hot stud take care of it. It's not every day you're gonna find me naked on the tailgate of a truck. Better not miss the chance.&quot; &quot;Right there, in public like this?&quot; &quot;This guy doesn't seem to be bothered,&quot; she said, reaching down for my cock and pushing me back so she could rub my head up and down her slit, spreading her lips with it. &quot;Mmm. Such a nice hard cock. Is yours hard yet Gary? Or should I let him push this right into me?&quot; &quot;You wouldn't,&quot; he responded. &quot;Gary, you have ten seconds to get over here and fuck me or so help me, I will!&quot; &quot;You wouldn't,&quot; he repeated. I could see the look on her face, one of determination. She pulled on my cock, coaxing me to push into her a little bit, my head spreading her as my head started to slide in. I could tell by the way she was holding me she didn't want me to slide all the way in, just a little bit, just enough to tease her husband into action. &quot;Oh fuck; he feels so big. You sure you don't want to come over here and fill me? It's not every day I'm going to offer something like this. You better take advantage while you can.&quot; &quot;In public like this?&quot; he asked again, still not moving. &quot;Honey, I'm horny as hell at the moment. I have a fat cock already starting to inch into me. I swear to God, if you don't come over here and fuck me, I'm going to let him put it all the way in.&quot; He didn't move from the road and she pulled on my cock a little more, inching a little more of me into her. &quot;Oh, fuck yes. You sure you wanna let him do this and not you? If I'm not worried about being naked, why the hell should you be?&quot; He finally moved off the road and walked towards us. I pulled from her as she gave me a smile and a wink. I quickly moved out of the way as he unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. &quot;Drop your pants honey. I don't wanna get

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 1 Staying in a quiet campground may not be so quiet. In&nbsp;3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the &#9658; Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was definitely time for this vacation. I hadn't taken one in almost four years. I spent most of that time driving from one wind turbine farm to another, each day climbing the nearly five hundred foot tall towers to repair and service the electronics and generators on top of the hollow towers. It was terrific money, and I was never out of work. In fact, that was the reason I was no longer married. My ex wanted someone that could not only provide the standard of living I was giving her, but also be there to share it. In the end, she found someone else to share the considerable amount of money she was getting each week from my paycheck. I didn't even bother to have a house any longer. When I was &quot;home&quot; I stayed in a motel, with most of my belongings, the things she didn't take in the divorce, stored in a storage locker. I mean, why bother with a house if I'm on the road weeks at a time? I guess it isn't the best way to live life, going from one hotel to another, but I figure a few more years and I'll have enough money tucked away to retire and find something less stressful and physically demanding. At forty-eight, I doubted my arms and legs could withstand the strain for too many more years. Sex, well, that was pretty easy. It's surprising how many middle-aged wives traveling for business... or pleasure... are willing to have a quick tryst with a seriously ripped guy their own age. Almost all the hotel bars had a plethora of targets. I preferred the already-married ladies, simply because it limited risk. There was little chance of romantic entanglements, which I admit having issues with; and nearly all of them were already on birth control, so I didn't have to worry about that little problem. After spending so much time being faithful while my ex was screwing around behind my back, if a married woman wanted to fuck around, then fine. I wasn't the relationship police. But vacation for me needed to be totally different. I wanted to go someplace where I simply didn't know where today would take me. I drove thousands of miles just to get to the next job. I wanted to see what there was to see without any schedule or objective. I'd been doing this now for nearly two weeks, driving from attraction to attraction, camping when I got tired. Usually, I picked an out of the way camp ground, many of them being desolate &quot;primitive&quot; camp sites in little out of the way state parks. That was what last night was. A little out of the way state park in the middle of the desert with only half a dozen camp sites. I had the place nearly to myself with the exception of a young lady half my age that rolled in shortly after I did. I was almost disappointed to not have the area to myself, mostly because I needed a shower, and in a place like this, a shower was standing next to my truck dribbling water on myself from my two gallon solar shower bag. I say I was almost disappointed, because after about an hour of sitting and chatting as the sun set, she agreed to get naked with me and share my shower. In her words, &quot;after three days in these desert sites, she'd get naked with the devil if it meant getting her hair washed.&quot; She did get naked, letting me see her bare shaved teenage looking nethers and the two silver barbell type nipple piercings on her erect pink nipples, setting off her perky tanned B cup breasts. After sharing half the bag of water wetting, soaping, and rising each other, we faced each other. She easily slipped my cock between her legs and held herself pressed tightly to me as I used the remainder of the water to wash her hair. By the time we were done we were both quite horny, her hips seeming to keep sliding while I was washing her hair. Unfortunately, I'd promised not to take advantage of her, and being a gentleman, I maintained that promise. After a little discussion, she did agree that she'd go as far as to sit on the hood of my truck, her legs spread, while we both pleasured ourselves only a few inches apart. While it took care of the momentary need, it was far from the satisfaction I really wanted at that moment. I'll always wonder if it was fear or conscience that made her leave barely after daybreak and well before I planned on climbing out of my tent. Tonight, it was a little campground, well out of the way, just the way I liked them. Those big K O A campgrounds are just too busy for my tastes. This one looked like it had maybe two dozen sites tucked back in the woods, and of those, only about half a dozen were occupied. This is one of the reasons I was kind of frustrated. The rather cute young lady at the counter gave me a site, not off alone, but right across the little gravel road from one of those national chain rented motor homes. There were plenty of sites where I could be alone, instead I was going to have neighbors less than 30 yards away. I frowned to myself as I pulled into the camp site. I was still irritated as I set my small tent up and strung the extension cord to the electrical pole for the fan and light I used in my tent in hot weather. My irritation had faded to mild musings as I stripped down in the tent and changed to some athletic shorts before going out to start a fire in the little fire pit. The mild musings were dispelled completely at the sound of the three young women walking down the gravel path and into the site across the gravel drive, each of them wrapped in a beach towel as they came from the little pool near the front of the campground. I was sure they had to have on more than towels as the three trooped into the camper and closed the door behind them, but that didn't keep my mind from imagining. Maybe it wouldn't be quite as bad a spot as I expected. True, they weren't middle-aged housewives looking for a naughty experience, but they looked to be late twenties or early thirties. I wasn't against enjoying the view of three younger cuties. True, I wasn't likely to do anything close to what I'd do with a middle-age housewife, but then... I settled by the fire in my sturdy little camp chair and pulled out my phone to read my book, the sun still at least an hour from setting. It wasn't long before the three came back out, each drawing a chair around their fire pit, that held a small smoldering fire. Two of them looked like sisters, tall thin, long blonde hair, small tits and very tight clothing. The third was a bit rounder, not fat by any means, but definitely larger than the sisters, medium length brown hair, nice ass filling out the somewhat baggy micro shorts and big tits that stretched the tank top tantalizingly. With her back to me I couldn't really tell if she wore a bra, but from the bouncing I noticed between the door and the chair, I suspected not. I sat, reading my book, but still overhearing small bits of the conversation they were having between giggles and laughs. My ears perked up considerably when I started to hear &quot;I dare you&quot; and &quot;chicken&quot;. &quot;I bet he won't even notice you.&quot; I heard one of them say slightly louder. &quot;But if he does?&quot; another asked, clearly nervous about something. &quot;Then she has to.&quot; I heard the third say, though I couldn't tell which of the three was talking. Almost suddenly the one dark haired girl stood up, turned around to face me and pulled the bottom of her tank top up, showing off a pair of large, nicely shaped breasts. Each tit was mostly white, showing how large the bikini top that she typically tanned in was, but her areola was nearly a quarter of the front of each breast with a surprisingly large hard pink nipple poking out at me. She held the top up for at least five full seconds before pulling the top down over her tits and sitting back down quickly, her back to me as she covered her face with her hands in apparent embarrassment. &quot;He definitely noticed!&quot; she said after half a dozen seconds, pulling her hands from her face. &quot;Well, sis. Guess you missed that one. And the way he's staring, he's not about to miss a single detail.&quot; One of the blonde girls said to the other. &quot;Well, it isn't the first time a guy has seen my tits,&quot; the second blonde said as she stood up. She walked around the chairs until she was nearly to the road separating us. She pulled up the bottom of the light weight t-shirt she had on, showing me a pair of perky little B cup titties that were tanned completely across with barely a hint of tan lines. She held her shirt up for considerably longer than the first girl did before pulling it back down and turning to walk back to the fire pit in their campsite. &quot;You didn't have to stop there,&quot; I called, hopefully loud enough for her to hear me without the whole campground hearing it. She stopped where she was, reached behind her and pushed her shorts down, the elastic waistband pushing down below the curve of her cheeks. She wiggled her ass side to side for several seconds before she pulled the shorts back up over her sexy little ass. &quot;That better?&quot; she asked over her shoulder. &quot;I wouldn't have minded if they went lower,&quot; I called back, starting to enjoy the little game, my cock already getting hard in my shorts. &quot;Oh really? Tell me, just how low do you want them to go?&quot; &quot;Well, seems to me you were pretty insistent on getting your friend to show off her tits, how about you pull 'em all the way down?&quot; &quot;All the way as in, to my ankles?&quot; I chuckled. &quot;That's all the way.&quot; She said something to the other girls that I couldn't hear, the sister looking blonde nodding and giggling, while the head of the brunette shook side to side significantly. &quot;We're talking about it,&quot; the formerly-flashing blonde called back before saying something else to the two girls. It seemed like whatever she said was finally accepted by the brunette. She turned around to face me and stepped to the road. &quot;We will if you do.&quot; I was a little surprised. I hadn't played &quot;You show me yours and I'll show you mine&quot; since I was a teenager. I thought about it for a few seconds. &quot;Kind of public for that, isn't it?&quot; &quot;Well, if you're scared...&quot; &quot;Honey, scared isn't in my vocabulary. I climb windmills for a living.&quot; &quot;Well then? Unless you don't have anything to show off...&quot; I chuckled again. &quot;Tell me, what do you do for a living?&quot; &quot;Wouldn't you like to know?&quot; she answered with a smile, pulling her shirt up again; enough to expose one of her breasts. &quot;Okay. If you're not afraid of public, strip for me then. All the way.&quot; &quot;I will if you do.&quot; The bold blonde offered. &quot;And if I do? Just how long will you stand there naked?&quot; I tested her resolve. &quot;As long as you do, providing you don't do anything like touch your cock or try to cross the road.&quot; &quot;Hmm, afraid of me being some kind of a pervert or rapist or something?&quot; I decided to speak to her fears. &quot;Something,&quot; she said. &quot;So?&quot; &quot;Well, seems a little unfair for your friends to get a free show.&quot; I upped the ante. &quot;Oh, they'll be putting up too, but not completely naked. That'll be me. Just like you suggested. Or don't you think you have enough to impress us?&quot; &quot;Honey, if you wanna see me naked, I'm game. You wouldn't be the first woman I've been naked in public, with in the last few years. So, bring it on!&quot; I said as I stood up, my already-hard cock tenting out my shorts significantly. I was suddenly glad I'd decided to wear just the shorts without my briefs. &quot;Come on girls. Time to put up.&quot; &quot;I don't believe I'm doing this,&quot; the brunette said quietly as she got up and walked towards the road with her two friends. They stopped across the narrow gravel road in the growing gloom and waited for me to reach the same trail. The blonde pulled her shirt up and off and dropped it on the ground at her feet and then stood, waiting for me to respond. &quot;Your turn?&quot; I grinned at her and then pushed my shorts down, letting it drag my shaft down and then pop free, snapping back upwards and slapping my pelvis with a gentle splat. &quot;Good enough?&quot; I asked as I stood with my feet spread enough to let my full sack swing low and free. &quot;Shit,&quot; the blonde whispered as she reached for her shorts. She pushed them down and stepped out of them as she stared at my rock hardness, bouncing slightly with my heartbeat. Her tits were small and perky. Her entire body was completely tanned with only a hint of a tiny bikini line around each nipple and her completely shaved mound and teenage-looking snatch. She looked damn hot, and I wondered if she tanned naked outside or in a tanning bed. She stood naked for long seconds, staring at me before turning to her friends. &quot;Come on you two. You agreed,&quot; she said as she stepped her feet slightly further apart. One hand slid up her body to her tits and squeezed one nipple while the other slipped down between her legs to stroke her fingers across her glistening lips. The other blonde pushed her shorts to her knees, exposing a nearly identical cunt, only with a small patch of blonde curls on her mound and a more definite white patch on her cunt and mound. She pulled her shirt up and held it above her tits. The brunette was considerably slower. She pushed her panties down to her thighs, pushing them barely low enough to expose her snatch and the creamy white triangle that was running between her legs. I could just see a little of her cunt as she held her thighs pressed together, limiting my view. She pulled her shirt up again, exposing a pair of easily full C cup maybe even D cup tits. The white around her breasts clearly said she wore a conservative bikini when she was outside and appeared quite shy about her body. &quot;Jesus,&quot; the second blonde said, staring at my cock. &quot;Can I touch it?&quot; I chuckled. &quot;I thought your sister, it is your sister, right? I thought your sister was worried about me touching you ladies.&quot; &quot;I don't mind if you don't mind,&quot; she said as she walked across the maybe fifteen feet of gravel between us. She reached out for my cock and wrapped her hand around me, gripping my hard-on. &quot;Damn! I can't even get my whole hand around it,&quot; she said as I gently reached up and teased one of her nipples. She stroked her hand on it a few times, running it all the way to my engorged head before sliding it all the way back to my balls again. &quot;You wanna play with it or fuck it?&quot; I whispered, getting more turned on by the second, between her hand slowly stroking me, my fingers teasing her nipple, her sister fingering herself a few yards away and the sight of those big tits on the brunette girl. &quot;You wanna come touch it too?&quot; I asked looking right at the brunette. &quot;Oh God. No. I couldn't. I mean. No,&quot; she said, dropping her shirt and pulling her shorts up as she practically ran to the camper and disappeared inside. That seemed to be the end of the game as the brave blonde let go of my cock, dropped her shirt and pulled her shorts up before backing away from me and then turning and walking back to the camper as well. &quot;You?&quot; said to the more boisterous blonde observer. &quot;Sorry. I only flash. I don't fuck strangers,&quot; the naked blonde said as she picked up her shorts and walked back to the fire pit. She stood there, her ass pointed at me in the growing darkness and pulled on her shorts, giving me a quick look at her cunt from behind. I pulled my own pants up, walked back to the truck and dug out a lantern. I pumped up the gas and lit the mantle. I set it on the tailgate before pulling out a beer and returning to my chair, somewhat disappointed that it hadn't gone further than it had, given she was standing there stroking my cock. I wouldn't have minded one bit if she wanted to get fucked. I looked over and saw only the first blonde sitting by the fire, so I slouched back in my camp chair, rested my feet on a big rock, &amp; went back to reading my book. &quot;Hey Linda!&quot; I heard a voice say as a pair of feet crunched in the gravel. &quot;Naomi! You missed all the

The Busty Truckdriver in 1960s France.By Slowandeasy47. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The bigger adventure now began. School finished and college not starting until October, two and a half months to find out as much as I could about life and have some serious fun.I had started my long break by visiting my Tante Marise in her French chateau. She had taught me a lot, and introduced me to the joys of assisted showering, a pleasure that I have enjoyed throughout my life. As a French lady, she saw my typical Brit uptightness about human sexuality, and helped me about as much as a proper relative is allowed to. Where to go next and what to do had been the two big questions. In the 1960s travel to far off lands was not really one of my options, so I decided to head for the beaches of the northern Spanish Mediterranian coast, commonly called the Riviera. Here I could live cheaply, enjoy the weather and get a proper sun tan.Travel by air, with a tour company, was way outside my budget, but a friend had given me his hints and tips for hitch hiking long distances and now, I was in northern France planning an 800 mile hitchhike to Barcelona, or actually anywhere nearby.Barcelona had the attraction of being in a straight line from my starting point at Tante Marise's and the direct route was via only two roads so, with a bit of luck maybe, just maybe, only one or two changes of lift.My first lift was a little disappointing as it didn't even get me to Paris but the driver was pleasant enough and chatty. I supposed that life on the road could be pretty lonely and he was enjoying the company.My next was more fruitful. It was a familiar-looking British lorry which pulled up with a hiss of airbrakes and the driver, being on the rightside door as all U K vehicles are situated; directed me round to the passenger side. To us Brits, everyone else was, of course, on the wrong side, now that we were in France.As the passenger door swung open a cheery female voice from the depths of the cab hailed me with,"Hop in sweetheart."I grabbed the handrail, put my foot on the step, and swung myself &amp; my duffle in."Where you off to then?" She enquired as I stowed my bag under my legs &amp; settled myself into the seat."Barcelona, or somewhere near there." I replied, taking stock of my new surroundings. My chauffeur was very obviously female, if the voice hadn't give her away the sight of her jiggly bust certainly did. She wore her bleached blond hair somewhat short, her tee-shirt somewhat tight around the rocking tits, and faded denim cutoffs. I guessed she was about thirty and she had a cheeky impish grin."So 'ow long you going for?""I don't have to be back until October to start university classes.""Blimey, nice work if you can get it!" and she shot me a smile that formed alluring dimples on her cheeks.“Speaking of work,” I ventured a question.. “You’re the first female trucker I’ve ever encountered? How’s that working out?”“My pop owns the truckline, so when they had a driver shortage, I made my pitch and showed him how well I handle a rig.” “How’d you learn?” I asked.“Most of my teen years were spent working the weekend freight dock, and on the slow shifts I’d practice driving when no one was around.” She explained.The next several hundred kilometers passed in getting to know each other. Gilly was her name. She loved life on the road, often did the same runs up and down through France, knew all the best stops and frequently picked up hitchhikers for the chat and to pass the hours."So off for the three-S holiday are we?""The three S?" I said quizzically."Yep, the three S. Do you know you can tell someone’s age by their three esses?""Sorry, I'm not with you.""Right I'll tell you, you just complete the third S with the first thing that comes into your head, OK?""OK!""Sun, sea and?""Sand!"This reply was met with about the dirtiest sounding laugh I have ever heard in my life!"OK, you're about eight years old! Sun sea and sand!" More laughter, "Let's try again. Sun, sea and?""Sangria?""Getting better, much better, but still not there. One more try."I am now getting nervous. The only other S I can think of is sex and I was certainly not going to say that out loud to this lady I'd only just met. She's good company and I don't want to get put out in the middle of nowhere."Sun sea and?" Came the question again. My mind was racing for an escape route and I suddenly found it."How many letters?" She took one hand off the wheel and started turning her fingers down one by one as she counted."Eight." Phew, so it wasn't sex. You cannot believe how relieved I was that I hadn't said it, but eight? I racked my brains, but even sangria was only seven."I Give up." I admitted. Her reply stunned my into silence. I could hardly believe my ears."Shagging! Shagging of course. Sun, sea, and shagging. Isn't that why all you students head for the Costas?" My week mumblings were incoherent and never meant to be heard anyway. Gilly, with the ashen blond hair, tight T shirt and filthy laugh had just said 'Shagging'!"Come on now." She said placing one hand on my knee for a few seconds and flashing me her beguiling smile, dimples and all. "Don't tell me I'm wrong.”"Look, I bet you a quid that I'd find johnnies in your ruck sack? But I'm not giving you the quid unless you let me check. There are johnnies in your pack aren't there?"This was getting out of hand. This busty &amp; fit lady had just put her hand on my knee, flashed me a smile and boxed me into a corner."You win." I said reluctantly."Knew it. Sun, sea and shagging! Well a good looking lad like you shouldn't have much trouble feasting on the roast chicken beaches." Again, the smile with the dimples."Roast chicken beaches?" I wanted to know what she meant but didn't want to appear as naive as I was."Yea, you know. All those bikini-clad girls sunbathing all day and, like a roast chicken, yet all the best bits are white!" Another pat on the knee accompanied by a chortle or two of that dirty laugh."That is unless you go to Playa Mar Bella, where every one is the same colour all over because they don't wear anything."I am now having trouble controlling the cinema in my head. Nudist beaches, I hadn't even thought about that. I had only ever seen one naked woman in my life and the pictures floating through my mind were starting to cause problems in my trousers. On a nudist beach I would certainly get an erection and what to do then?"I think I'd better stick to normal beaches." I muttered weakly."Not sure you could cope with all those naked bums and tits, eh? I have to say it's a bit of a surprise the first time." The first time? Is Gilly telling me she goes to nudist beaches? Displays those magnificent tits to the world, not to mention her pussy. Shit, I must stop thinking about Gilly naked, it's getting difficult. A few more miles rolled past."OK, time for a game of Truth or Dare. Obviously the dares are going to be limited but if you don't want to answer you just pay a forfeit. You start."I can only remember the key questions. We started off simply enough just asking slightly more probing questions than you would in normal conversation when she asked me."Truth or dare?""Truth.""What's the most embarrassing moment of your life?" Shit! I thought."Do I have to answer.""Of course, that's the game, unless you want to pay a forfeit and my forfeits are quite challenging.""Well, a couple of years ago I barged in to my parent's bedroom. They were both naked, on top of the bed and 'doing it'."The dirty laugh just got dirtier, "I bet that put them off their stride. Shit, embarrassing all round. OK, your turn, I'll go for truth.""What body part are you most proud of?" Expecting an evasive answer."My tits of course! Aren't they great? You've hardly taken your eyes off them for the last hundred miles. My turn. Where did you loose your virginity.""Um, er, well, er......""Are you trying to say it hasn't happened yet?""Er yes.""Jeepers, cooped up in a cab for hundreds of miles with a virgin. No wonder you can't take your eyes of my tits! Your go.""How old were you when you first had sex?""Oh that's easy. Old enough to know better, young enough not to care!" More dirty laughter, "It was at my birthday party, the night I became 'old enough to know better'. There was a boy I'd fancied for ages, we'd snogged before, but I took him up to my room. My turn. If you were a girl for a day what would you do?"I was getting much more comfortable with the company of this wonderful woman. She was so open and seemed so worldly wise. Before I could really think of the answer my mouth said."Find a nice boy and take him up to my room.""Great answer! He was fun, but very inexperienced. It didn't last long. He got the Johnny on, put it in, moved up and down a couple of times and made a noise that left me in no doubt that it was all over. Not exactly the Karma Sutra but it got the job done."I can hardly believe my ears. This woman had just described her first sexual experience to me without batting an eye lid. The sixties were definitely a liberating decade.Then we pulled off the road to a Routier. Parked up in a diagonal line with lots of other lorries."That's it for today. Let's eat."We walked over to the building and as I followed her I couldn't help but notice how the tight denim cutoff shorts clung to her very alluring bum, which wobbled in a truly delightful way. Her trucker’s wallet flapped around, protruding from her right butt pocket.They served delicious food, at a fixed price, with a glass of wine and I noticed with relief that they also had rooms also at very reasonable prices. After the meal I got up and walked towards reception."Where are you off to?""Get a room.""Well, if you want to save some money and you promise to be good, you can kip down in the cab. It'll be cosy, but cheap. I get the bunk, but the seats all fold forwards and you can put your mat across them. Your decision."I must have looked like a goldfish gasping for air. This very attractive lady with stunning tits and an attractive bum, comfortable enough in her own skin to talk freely about sex to a lad she'd never met, was offering to let me share her cab. I was very naive back then!We made use of the facilities and went back to the cab to natter and find some tunes on the radio. Eventually it was time to call it a day and I spread my camping mat over the folded down seat backs.She got into her bunk and with all the curtains drawn it was pitch dark. I could hear her getting settled for the night so I took advantage of the darkness and slipped out of my trousers and T shirt. I couldn't help but wonder if she had done the same and was now lying just a few feet away with those magnificent tits unencumbered by a bra. I had to stop thinking like this because I could feel my cock swelling.She was right, it was cosy. It was also blooming uncomfortable, compared to a real bed, but then again it was cheap."Comfy over there?" She asked. I tried to sound convincing but obviously failed."We did some Truth earlier, but not much Dare." Said the voice in the dark. So here's my first Dare, I dare you to come over here and get a bit more comfortable."What! I was being invited to the bunk. I told you I was naïve."Seriously?""Yes seriously, that's the dare; and the forfeit is to take all your clothes off and run round the truck three times."Not much of a choice really. I wriggled over to the bunk and under her duvet. It didn't take me long to discover that she was totally naked. First my arm accidentally brushed her tits and in trying to move it to a less embarrassing location discovered she wasn't wearing panties either."Well, big boy, now you know. I'm naked and you've promised to be good, so get rid of your pants, grab a johnny and show me just how good you can be."The penny finally dropped. Fuck, was this really happening? Was I about to loose my virginity? I hadn't had to try out my new chat up lines or make any other effort and now I was in a pitch dark cab with a somewhat older woman, naked, telling me to get a johnny on.After much fumbling in my bag I managed to find the condoms and roll one on to my rigid cock. She sensed I was ready and pulled me gently on top of her, one hand found my, now fully erect, virgin, cock and guided it towards her entrance.No boy ever forgets the first time his cock slides into a real live pussy. I don't know what I was expecting, but certainly not the slippery, wonderfully welcoming, sensation as all the nerves in my cock started screaming at the same time. Once she had me fully in, she held me close and whispered in my ear."Just stay still, don't try to move."I felt her push up from under me as she forced herself against my cock a couple of times: I could take it no more. I shot my bolt and filled the condom. I came like I'd never never cum before. The whole experience was erotic beyond my wildest dreams, but it was over so quickly."Sorry, uh, sorry. I'm so sorry." I stammered realising it hadn't been much of a success for her."Shush. Shush." She held me tightly to her magnificent tits as my cock shrank slowly back out of her. I hadn't even handled her tits yet and here I was, spent."I tried to tell you earlier that it's always a bit quick the first time. There's plenty of time, besides you'll remember this moment for the rest of your life and there is something special about fucking a virgin, I really felt it when you came, every single lovely pulse."I disposed of the condom and we chatted some more while she stroked me gently. Normally, after an orgasm, I was satisfied for the night. If I was feeling particularly horny I could have another one in about half an hour or so and so it was with the actual act of fucking. She had me stiff and ready to go again after just a few minutes of stroking."This time," she said, "no johnny. I want you to feel what a real fuck feels like. I'm on the new birth control pill: Ionly got you to use one earlier to slow you down. This time we are going bare back and you have promised to be good."She clamped her mouth over my lips, her tongue sought out mine, my new erection found its own way into her. This time it was much slower and the slippery sensation was even greater. I had time to fondle her breasts, feel the magnificent sensation of my cock sliding gently in and out of her without the barrier of the condom. If this wasn't heaven it was pretty close. It still didn't take all that long and when she ran her fingernails over my bum it was the final straw: I shot my bolt for the second time.We fell asleep and the next thing we knew was the sound of a revving engines as the earliest departures headed off. We went into the building, had a coffee and croissant for breakfast and hit the road."My load is all chemicals and I'm actually taking it to Barcelona. So I can take you all the way." She said slowly with a wink and mischievous smile. I was beginning to understand this lady.We chatted as she drove and learned a lot about each other's lives. I still couldn't take my eyes off her sizable jiggling tits and every time I thought about the previous evening I started to get another erection. She seemed to enjoy getting me worked up with her risqué conversation. She talked so freely about sex, as though it might have been the weather.We arrived at the Zona Franca, the big industrial area near the port and wandered around in the sunshine while she was waiting for the unloading."I've still got a few dares up my sleeve if you fancy staying with me tonight. It's a cheap hotel but better than the cab."The answer was a foregone conclusion. After another reasonable meal we made our way to the hotel. It was very close to the port and most of the truckers stayed there, as I was to discover much to my embarrassment."Hi Gilly, brought your other son with you, have ya?""Fuck off, Jacko, you're only jealous." As she raised a finger in salute. "Besides he can do all night what it would take you all night to do!" And placing her clenched fist over her crotch flicked her first finger straight out mimicking an explosive erection and gave a burst of that dirty laugh.We settled into the room, clean and reasonably comfortable, without being in any way posh."Time to get rid of the road dirt." And she headed for the shower. "Come on then I'm not sleeping with you stinking! Get your kit off." She pulled her T shirt over her head and her tits swung free and she undid the belt on her denim shorts. "Chop chop."I was still processing the information. We were going to shower together! I wasn't going to miss the opportunity.My eyes feasted on her tits, her cute little bum, the forest of curly hair that tried unsuccessfully to hide her cleft. Where to look? My eyes ran riot, tits, bum, pubes and that valley, I couldn't take my eyes off that valley. By the time I got my pants off I had another stonking erection.We got into the shower and soaped each other all over, and I mean all over. If her tits were a feast for the eyes and a joy to touch, they were ecstasy to soap. I savoured every second. She got me to soap her bum which was an equally erotic experience and then she directed my hand down to her pubes. This was another sensational experience and I was amazed at how easily my finger slid into her. By now my cock was throbbing and I was doing my best not to touch it, knowing what would happen if I did.She then approached me from the front, with a hand full of soap, slid one hand under my balls and pulled my foreskin back with the other. This was only going to end one way, and in the very near future. I felt myself at the point of no return as she slid her soapy hand up and down the length of my cock.The inevitable happened. My cock jerked in her hand several times and I shot my cum all over her stomach. I was about to apologise when she spoke."OK, wow! The express has just left, so now we can take the slow train." She leant forward and kissed me passionately and then washed my cum off her belly. "Time to dry off."Hang on a moment, so this was all part of her plan? I may have been learning fast, but I was still naïve.After toweling each other dry we went and lay on the bed. She encouraged me to explore her body, guiding my hand to her most sensitive parts and allowing me to slide a finger in that delightfully slippery divide between her legs. There’s no forgetting the first woman who lets you roam about, investigating her naked body. My cock however only recovered slowly, that is until she slid down my body and kissed it.I had never heard of this before and she sensed my apprehension."Just relax and go with it!" These were the last words I heard before she sucked my cock gently into her mouth. I know now about blow jobs, but then? No way! Never even heard of it, but my cock understood exactly what was happening. It quickly came to attention again."Girls like this too, you know," She said pointedly, as she slid back up to my side. "They really like it." By now I had woken up enough to take the hint and slid down the bed. I emerged between her knees and had my first ever close up view of a cunt. Lovely, sexy, pink lipped, blond hair surrounded, cunt.I followed her example, licking slowly and positively, from bottom to top. It t