Camping Surprise

I had never planned on retiring at 58, but an opportunity came up to sell my business that I just couldn’t refuse. Although I really didn’t want to sell, accepting the offer meant that my retirement would be comfortable. The new management really didn’t want me around after the transition period, so I was out the door.

After paying off the house and all my bills, I purchased a new truck and camper for myself. I had always wanted to take a long trip, and I drew up a six-week cross-country trip that would take my wife and I all the way to the west coast and back. Unfortunately, my wife was not quite ready to quit her job and just take off. We took a couple weeklong camping trips that were ok but were not what I really wanted. Finally, out of frustration, I decided to take a couple weeks and go by myself, spending a few days at each location before moving on to the next. I wouldn’t get to the west coast, but I could at least travel to some neighboring states. One of my stops was Fall Creek Falls State Park in Tennessee. I would be there for three nights.

A secondary goal for my trip was to exercise every day, try to lose some weight and get back in shape. I would walk in the morning and then again in the afternoon. It was my second full day, and I was getting ready for my afternoon walk. I was walking toward the trail head when a woman stopped me and initiated a conversation just outside her campsite. She was camping with her husband and two children. I would guess that she was about twenty years younger than me. In our conversations, I found out that she was a schoolteacher on her summer break and her husband worked in sales. Her two children were elementary school aged and were excited about playing on their new electric skateboards. I had seen them riding around the campground most of the day.

I found it curious that she seemed to have been watching me so closely because she already knew which camper was mine, that I was from out of state, camping alone and enjoyed going for long walks. Her overly keen interest in me seemed a little peculiar, especially since her family was present. She introduced me to her husband, but he seemed to keep his distance. Even still, I could see that he kept a careful eye on the two of us as we talked. Although she was quite attractive and seemed very interested in me, the situation made me feel uncomfortable and I cut the conversation short and excused myself to go for my walk.

I had long since finished my walk, had dinner, and read a few chapters in a book. It was getting late, a little after ten, and I decided to take a shower before I went to bed. Returning from the shower, I passed their campsite again. She spotted me and ran out to meet me. She seemed so excited and grabbed my hand and practically insisted that I sit with them for a while. Their kids had already gone to bed, and it was just the three of us sitting around a smoldering campfire. Her husband was a bit more involved in the conversation this time and seemed happy that I decided to stay. He made me a drink. It seems we both like whiskey and he made it strong. She was perhaps even a bit more flirtatious than earlier, sitting next to me instead of her husband, even going so far as resting her hand on my forearm as we talked. Although he was still watching us carefully, her attraction to me obviously didn’t seem to bother him. It was apparent that he was letting her have some fun at my expense and as a man in my upper fifties, I was taking pleasure in the fact that a good-looking woman in her thirties found me attractive. Still, I was confident that nothing would come of this, and I was careful not to do anything that could potentially upset him. I, however, was naive and unable to recognize what was actually happening.

We had been talking for about twenty minutes about meaningless things and in the midst of an otherwise innocuous conversation, she blurted out to her husband, “Well, can I?” That question did not seem to fit anywhere in the dialog that we were having. The conversation now paused, I could see that he was evaluating his response, and she was eagerly awaiting it. He just looked at her with his head tilted to one side. There had obviously been some non-spoken communication going on between the two of them that I had been completely unaware of. He eventually nodded his head, agreeing to her request whatever that was. Without saying anything further to me, she immediately sprung up and dashed inside the camper. I was confounded as to what was going on. He turned to me and said, “You know she likes you”. It was obviously more of a statement than a question that I was to answer, and I didn’t respond. He moved over to the chair that she had occupied next to me. In a soft voice he explained that they practiced a form of open relationship and that she had asked if she could be with me. I now understood the question that she had asked and his response. I was stunned and didn’t know how to react. This was way outside the realm of anything that I had been offered before.

I asked about the kids, and he explained the details, which were very simple. She and I would go back to my camper. He would stay here and mind the kids and the fire. I asked about him. He was quite fine with the arrangement and just wanted her to have fun. He explained that he would get his reward when she returned. I still hadn’t responded when she came back out of the camper in a flannel robe. She opened it up to expose a shiny blue push-up bra and matching panties that she wore underneath. She was practically bouncing in excitement. Correction, part of her was actually bouncing in excitement. She went over and kissed him and said, “I’ll be back in a little while”. He just smiled. She quickly grabbed my hand and started leading me to my camper, almost pulling me out of my chair. On the way it occurred to me that I don’t think that either of them actually asked me if I wanted to participate nor had I consented. I think that my consent was assumed.

The interesting thing was that with all the strangeness of the situation, I had trouble ejaculating. For the last several years, I have been struggling with the opposite problem and have even talked to my doctor about it. He assumed that it was a medical issue with aging. I had some pills at home that would help with that problem but didn’t bring them with me. Because of that, I was very apprehensive about penetration and made sure that I digitally and orally pleased her before allowing myself to have intercourse. Once I did, to my pleasant surprise, she rode me like a pony express agent with an urgent message, and I was staying hard and not having any issues. I was quite pleased with myself, and my only concern was that we were making the camper shake, and she moaned a little louder than I would have liked each time she orgasmed.

She finally got me though in a most unusual way. After ten minutes of foreplay and twenty minutes of rather intense intercourse, we had accepted that I was just not going to finish, and we stopped. She was kneeling on top with me still erect inside her. She leaned over and turned on the lamp next to the bed. I remember how beautiful she looked in the soft light, her young breasts so perky. She was combing her long hair with her fingers while she started talking about how she was going to be teaching a new grade level this fall in a new building that had just opened and how everything was going to be so different. She seemed so proud that the school system was growing so much that they had to build a new school closer to her home. I just listened to her talk and thought how amazing it was that what we were doing was so casual and comfortable that she could just share her thoughts and feelings as well as her body with me. Up until then, I had been thinking about how crazy this was, worrying about my performance and the other campers noticing. My mind had been full of anxiety. Now, in addition to having intercourse, we were emotionally connecting, and that moment was the first time that I finally relaxed. Almost instantly I ejaculated inside her. She must have felt the pulsing as she smiled a big smile and then collapsed on top of me in a deep embrace.

They were eating breakfast at the table with their children as I headed out for my morning walk. We only waved at each other. Their truck was gone when I returned an hour later. I showered and took my time packing, taking the time to walk past their camp several times. But they never came back before I had to check out.

It is a damn shame that I cannot share this life-changing experience with anyone I know. Two moments are deeply etched in my soul and make me smile whenever I think of them. The first was how genuinely excited she was when she opened her robe to expose her shiny blue push-up bra and matching panties when she exited her camper. It will sound strange, but I think of how confident she had to have been in the unconditional love of her husband to allow herself to be so childlike with her sexuality. The second was the deep emotional connection I felt with her as she so casually talked to me at the end of the act. For a brief moment, I experienced the unreserved love her husband must feel for her every day. I wish that I had that deep of a love.

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