In the pines

Intro

To me, some of the most interesting bits are not the fucking itself, but the lead-up. This one takes a while. But it's worth waiting for.

Morning

On Monday we agree to postpone until Tuesday. Tuesday morning is warm and sunny. We snuggle in the double sleeping bag. River’s legs over mine. It’s a nice position. We could just slip her panties off and slip it in and fuck. But her legs are restless and she gets up. Sits at the picnic table with her coffee. I sit behind her and grab on. “I’d do it with you on a picnic table.” “Physically, that would be nice. There’s a very sexy breeze. But psychologically it wouldn’t be good.” “Have you tried it?” “No.” “Then let’s try it. There haven't been any signs of life in the campground yet.” At least she's talking about it. But I think I know when it’s too much pressure. I walk down to look around the bend in the road. Maybe nobody is camped there. But somebody is. Oh well.

When I get back, River goes for a walk. Is she scoping out the campground? She is. “There’s a fairly secluded spot down there.” Not secluded enough though, I guess. And she got a fresh mosquito bite for her trouble. We go for a walk around the campground together. The wrong parts of the campground. I really don’t get the RV-ers with the satellite dishes. “I’m thinking of waking up the kids.” “That’s the kind of thing you think about it.” I don’t mean that in a bad way. I walk some more and find a nice spot on the grass with a burbling creek nearby. But when I get back River has the kids up. “I didn’t know where you went. I would have gone with you if I’d known. The kids were still sound asleep. Maybe a walk this evening.” “That makes me happy. Like I say, there’s hope for you yet.” It is a sexy breeze.

“I’m going to be suggestive all day.” “I don’t mind.”

My new modus operandi: pre-scope campgrounds.

Afternoon

We stop at a hot springs while we’re on the road. Something fun for the kids. And girls in swimsuits. “If there were a contest for the hottest ass at the hot springs, you’d win first prize.” Smooth and well-balanced. How a non-materialistic guy like me ended up with a sweetie like that I don’t know.

Evening

Our next campground is nearly deserted. There is nobody at all in our loop. Or the nearby loops. I’ve never seen such an empty campground. Just a few RVs, far away and through the trees. It must be a sign. The weather is nice. I go for a walk to pre-scope and decide that just about anywhere is a possibility. But the best bet is the cluster of sites for cyclists. It's nearby. And deserted. “I’d go for a walk with you this evening.” “Let’s wait until the kids are asleep.” “Sure.” We wait. Thunder rolls in. Wind blows through the trees. Rain flecks against the tent. I don’t think anything is going to happen tonight. Even though rain can be sexy. Should I cave to desire and do it in the tent? No. I think tomorrow morning will work out. I hope. I slip her panties off. There’s just something about sleeping with a naked sweetie.

I hope this delayed gratification is going to pan out. There have been quite a few delays.

In the pines

Someone pulled in and pitched a tent around midnight. No worries. We're awake in the morning. “How long are you going to stay in bed?” “At least ten minutes.” I can wait. She gets up. “Are you going to make coffee?” “Yes.” I can wait. She boils water. Some for my tea. Some for her coffee. But not enough. She heads off to get more. Can I wait? I’m not sure. I try to say it gently. “Our window of opportunity may be closing.” “I didn’t know that going for a walk was 'the plan'. I was waiting for you to make a move in the tent.” “It’s been the plan since last night.” “I would have gone for a walk before making coffee.” “I’ve been trying not to be too pressury.” “I appreciate that.” I drink my tea. She drinks her coffee. We check on the kids and go for a walk. Finally. Up the stairs to the bike-in sites. Find a place unlikely to be observed by drive-bys. It’s quiet. Now what? I drop my shorts. There’s my cock, hanging out into space. I hug River from behind. Rub my bare cock against her. She drops her pants. There’s her prize-winning ass. This is when my cock should be straining skyward. But it isn’t. I massage my cock. Reach under her ass for her pussy. There it is. Wet. We kiss, my fingers still on her pussy. Maybe it’s hard enough. River bends over. It won’t squeeze in. Not even with her help.

I kneel on the ground. Sometimes it’s easier to get hard in this position. River squats in front of me. That spreads her lips. I push a finger in. The moist heat of her cunt is intense in the cool morning air. Hello kitty? That would be a nice one to do out here. I’d like to come across somebody doing that in the woods. But it’s too awkward.

Feeling her hot tight pussy has gotten me hard enough. I hope. This time it squeezes in from behind with her help. And we fuck. Looking around at all the open space. The trees. The sky. Outdoors. The way nature intended. Maybe some more wildlife will wander by. Morning is a good time.

I’m enjoying my cock sliding in and out under her ass in the fresh air. I take my hands off her and just let our parts connect, mine and hers, my hips moving in the rhythm of fuck. And it feels too good. It’s been a while. “I could pop off at any time.” “That might be a good idea.” “I’m not ready yet.” I’m so close to the edge I can’t give her a good hard bang without shooting my load. I grab her waist again, look down, watch my cock slide out until I can see the head poised between her lips, watch it disappear as I push back into her.

We have our usual problem in this standing-from-behind position of her pushing back against me and me scooting back to keep my balance. Maybe I should pull on her more for balance. Maybe I should just let us fall over. We take a few steps forward together until she can brace against the nearest tree again.

“How you doing?” “This is a good spot.” The view could be better, but it’s a nice combination of open and secluded. I hold off a few times. When it’s time I groan and feel my orgasm pump into her. I feel wild out here. Pull out and squeeze my remaining jizz into a drop at the tip of my cock and shake it off onto the ground.

We walk back to our campsite. “I’ll do anything mom asks for a while now.” River laughs. “I can do better. That was kind of utilitarian.” “Yes, it was. We had a much better warm up yesterday morning.” “But it was worth it.” I couldn't agree more.

Fuck and shop online

“Is that a ‘look’ look?” “It might have been.” I need some help. “What should I do when I get a ‘look’ look?” “We should make a plan.” For this afternoon.

River puts on panties, a skirt, and a shirt. The colors of stormy weather. She sits on my lap while she looks up travel books online. I rub my fingers on her back. Her firm butt. Around to the soft insides of her spread thighs. “I get the feeling that you don’t want to wait until this afternoon.” I haven't even had time to feel her pussy through her panties. “You can fuck and look up books at the same time.” “I could.” She’s worried about privacy. And not the online type. But we’d hear any kids coming up the stairs. And they’d have to come all the way into the room to get any idea of what might be going on.

I pull my cock out from under her ass. It’s a bit discouraging that I can’t always pop up a nice hard one when the situation calls for it. But I take my time, stroking up and down, pulling River’s skirt up, admiring the lines of the dark blue panties against the light skin of her ass, gradually getting harder. Slip a finger under the cottony crotch of her panties. Sort her lips out. Push into her wetness. Where my cock would like to follow.

I’m hard enough. She stands, her strong legs angling down to the floor, her ripe ass at the apex. Her lips dangle enticingly in the gap under her dark blue ass. I tuck her skirt into her panties to keep it out of the way. Try to line my cock up for her descent but her panties keep pulling back into place. It takes some teamwork but we get it. After a few thrusts she’s nicely lubricated. And we fuck, while she keeps looking for travel books.

I can’t do much with my butt on the chair. “I can do the work.” I watch as her stormy ass rides my cock, settling onto it, lifting back up, sliding wetly down my shaft. All I can do is roll the chair forwards every now and then as it drifts back. River declines my suggestion to put her feet up on the desk. She’s talking about the books she’s looking at, but the only thing I hear is “I’m going to buy all these books.” Is she serious? Or is she delirious? Like me.

“I don’t think we’re going to finish like this.” She lifts her ass and I fall out, then run my fingers up and down my cock, slick with her juices. We stand and have a nice hug, her hands on my back, me gripping her ass and pulling her towards me, my cock falling against her skirt. “Now I get the impression that you don’t want to wait until afternoon.” “I could go either way.” If we wait we can probably take longer and have a nice screw. But this is the year of sieze the moment. I push River toward the bed. She strips off her shirt and skirt. Her panties stay on. Like we were talking about this morning. That’s hot.

She gets in position for hello kitty. Slips her panties to mid-thigh. My cock springs back up but it won’t go in. How did she get so dry when just a few minutes ago we were having a nice juicy fuck? “Do we need lube?” “I don’t think so.” In a few pumps she juices back up and we’re fucking again. “Your waist looks impossibly narrow from back here.” I bang against her as we fuck, and she moans like she always has when we do that. She looks between her legs, sees my balls, fuzzy and aching to fill her with come. Her feet reach for them. “I’m trying to tickle your balls.” “You’re going to make me come.” Her pussy grinds around the head of my cock a few more times and I’m coming. River slides down as far as she can while my load spurts into her. And we afterfuck, until it's time to pull the plug.

“Once again I get to have a nice orgasm, and you get to drip all day.” “I might have one later.” “I’d like to be there for that.”

Downstairs we find a guy working on our remodel. He’s gotten a lot of work done today. Has he been there the whole time? We don’t know.

Rainy afternoon in the car

“So, the back of the car?” We’re walking out of a shop we’ve been erranding in. “Yeah.” What? She must not have heard me right. “Oh, I thought you said back to the car. It’s a nice day. But I don’t think this parking lot is the place.” I agree. Even though it’s a bit obscure. And what does she mean by nice day? The same thing I mean, I think. Not the weather. But even the rain is nice.

We had a bit of a disagreement last night. About people who are inconsiderate, irresponsible, disrespectful, and stupid. They bother me too deeply sometimes. I got over it before I went to sleep. It was still lingering with River a bit this morning. We talk. We’re both better. The topic of sex comes up. “It seems like we have to do it before these things are entirely over with.” I see it differently. “To me, it’s like doing it is the sign that it’s over.”

So it’s a nice day. Good emotions. Working together. River looking hot in her new leggings. Even the rain is nice. River likes the sound of rain falling on the roof of the car. Not too many people out walking in it. One of those times when things are coming together. A moment to seize. And River knows how much moments mean to me.

We come out of the shop from our next errand. “So how much time is left on the meter?” She peers out the windshield to check until she realizes why I’m asking. I’m just being amusing. I hope. But how can she know when I’m serious? This is not a very sexy spot. Too many smoking losers walking by. Not the kind of potential audience we want.

As we drive away I can tell she’s actually trying to think of a place to park. We run through a few ideas. “Maybe across from the train station.” Where we didn’t do it last time. But as we drive past, it doesn’t seem so great. And there are too many people walking here for some reason.

“Let’s try the park.” There’s just one car in the small lot when we get there. The driver is heading into the restroom. River picks a spot at the end. A bit conspicuous, but a few spots away from the other car.

Gray rain washes from the sky.

We climb into the rear seat. “Now what?” “Well I can just do this.” River faces forward in the middle of the back seat. The black leggings come down. I see her stripey panties inside. She raises her legs to expose her fuzzy snatch between the backs of her thighs. Just the right height to fuck with me kneeling in front of her. I slide my pants down. Finger my cock. Move my fingers over her lips, slip between them into her wetness.

“Wouldn’t it be something if you were more nervous about this than I am? I’m not nervous at all.” “I’m just worried about getting hard.” “Don’t. Take your time.” “It must be nice not to have to worry about that.” “It is.” I didn’t used to have to worry about that. I should get hard just thinking about fucking River in the back of the car in a rainy park. But that’s not how it works anymore.

The driver of the other car returns. She gets in. And stays. No big deal. River’s car has seriously tinted windows. Not usually a good thing. But helpful today.

River rests her feet on the ceiling. That would be an interesting sight if anybody can see in. “How are you doing?” I feel like I’m interviewing her. “This is pretty comfortable. And the view is nice.” “I’m getting there.” Taking my time was a good idea. I watch River’s deliciously thick lips follow my thumb around as I do circles on her clit. River watches me get hard. When I seem to be ready I get in place and try the stick-in. But her leggings are somewhere around knee level, holding her legs together, and I’m trying to get a not-so-stiff cock into a tight target. It takes a few tries but we squeeze together until it straightens up and goes in. And we’re fucking in the car on a rainy afternoon at the park. It seems surprisingly normal. Fucking is just something we do. Doesn’t everybody?

“Am I at a good height?” “Just right.” My cock is sliding in and out easily now. Her feet are still braced on the ceiling. She’s really wet. This is fun. This could become a habit. River almost doesn’t look like she’s fucking. “Is this doing anything for you?” “Yeah. My pussy is filled with hard cock. That’s something.” I grab her legs and pull. Fill her all the way. Hit her harder. Wonder if the car is rocking. Now she looks like she’s fucking. And sounds like she’s fucking. That makes me want to come. But not yet.

“I’ve never done it in a car before.” She told me she hasn’t either. But now she’s not saying anything. Has some old memory been jogged loose? I hope not. I like doing something neither of us has done before. The last thing I want to hear is her saying “yeah”. “Neither have I.” That was the right thing.

Another car pulls into the lot. River can’t see it, but I watch as it parks beside the first car. No one gets out.

I’m amazed at her wetness. And it feels like my cock has been leaking, making a contribution—I could easily come at any time—but I think it’s all her. “I wonder what I’ll do when I come. Usually we wipe up with my shirt.” I’m about to find out. I guess I can survive without a shirt. In a few more thrusts I push in and come. Not the most spectacular orgasm, but a happy orgasm. I fold her up and we kiss.

We look around the car for something to clean her up with, but there’s nothing. I leave my cock in while I pull my shirt over my head, then pull out and wipe her pussy, front to back, my finger pushing in as far as I’m comfortable before I move aside for River’s more aggressive efforts. We’ve just done our first car fuck. And we liked it.

That evening. Before dinner. “You probably don’t want to hear this. But I could totally make a habit of that.” She smiles. “It wasn’t bad. It was like a camping fuck.” Urban car camping.

Insomnia

“Someone pulled your panties down and had his way with you last night.” “I vaguely remember something like that.” She should put it up as her facebook status.

Last night. I fall asleep quickly but wake up at 2am and know it’s going to be one of those nights when I can’t get back to sleep for hours. Especially with River being twitchy and fidgety next to me. So I come downstairs and write. The kids have a sleepover guest so I’ve put on some boxer briefs to roam the house in. When I go back to bed I’m still not sleepy. But I’m horny. I think about it. River doesn’t like to be woken up. But she’ll have hours to sleep afterwards. Ok. Maybe. I’ll let my dick decide. Hard, I do it. Soft, I don't.

River and I are both wearing undergarments instead of sleeping naked like usual. Tank-top and panties for her, the boxer briefs for me. I feel myself through them. Not much response. I’m disappointed. I’m too horny for that. Who am I kidding. Forget what my dick says. It has no input in the matter. Except veto power, unfortunately. My head has decided I’m going to find a way to get hard and do it. I pull my cock out through the fly, wet my fingers, slip them up and down the head, grab my cock in my fist and squeeze against the base. I feel the tell-tale pressure as my cock begins to stiffen, but it’s fairly tenuous. Quietly I reach for a bottle of massage oil, unscrew the top, let it dribble out onto my fingers. That should help. And it will make for a nice easy stick-in and a smooth fuck. If I get hard. Which I’m still not.

As a last resort I sit up on my heels with my knees spread. That wakes River up enough to ask “What?” “I want to do you.” She goes back to sleep. Or something. And now I’m getting hard, my cock sticking out of my fly, nice and slick, pumping it with my hand. My other hand probes for River’s pussy through her panties. She’s curled up on her left side, facing away from me, and I can feel her lips and asshole through them. I concentrate on her pussy opening, circling and pressing it with my finger, still pumping my cock and getting a good hardon. It’s probably best if this isn’t a long fuck. I don’t want to wake her too much or ruin her sleep. Maybe I can get myself close before I slide into her. But I can’t wait. I pull her panties down and run my fingers along her lips, trying to press between them into her pussy. But it’s not going. I use my lubed hand, sliding a finger up and down her lips, and they part and allow my fingertip into her wetness.

My cock slides in next to my finger and I sigh. This is it. For some reason I’ve been really hot on fucking River while she sleeps lately. It’s not as intimate as when she’s awake. But there’s something about it. I fuck her in t-bone, my cock sliding in and out easily, and I think of the quickie we did in this position, all of 45 seconds from penetration to shooting my load. I don’t think I can pull that off tonight. And I don’t want to.

I slip down next to her in spoons and I have a nice fuck, my cock humping in and out just a few inches at the speed River likes. She moans. Is she awake? Or not? I don’t know. When I feel my orgasm coming I slow down for a nice, slow come. But it’s not working. I’m not coming. The slow fuck feels nice and I push in a little deeper. I put my hand on River’s ass cheek, fingers in her crack, some feeling my cock slide gracefully in and out of her pussy, others resting against her soft asshole. I think about doing her in the ass, or just pushing my finger in, but that might not be a good idea unless she’s awake.

The slow come isn’t happening tonight, so I speed up and bang out a steady rhythm. My orgasm builds slowly, taking its time, and when it comes I give a deep thrust, and push with each pulse, a long orgasm, coming deep in her pussy, making it last.

My arm is around her. I don’t want to wake her up any more than I have to, so I keep my cock inside, feeling it go soft, small backwards slips inside her pussy, at least ten minutes of slow softening. Her breathing sounds tell me she’s definitely asleep now. I wonder about my jizz dripping out of her. We usually clean up with a t-shirt afterwards, but I don’t want to wake her up and I don’t think I’ve got a shirt within reach. So I just leave my arm around her and leave my cock in as a bit of a plug and drift off to sleep myself.

After an hour she wakes up a bit. I pull out, roll over and find a t-shirt within reach. I must have planned ahead. She wipes herself, and can’t believe it’s been an hour since we started. She doesn’t realize she’s been sleeping with me inside her.

Kitchen skirt fuck

"It's ok if we don't do it tonight." We're both sick. Especially River with her breathing. I don't want her to go back to the hospital for fucking. And she wouldn't want to go while she was dripping afterwards.

"I'm feeling friendly." Friendly means she's got some libido going and wants to do it. I know how she feels. I'm always feeling friendly. Except my nipples don't get tender from ovulation. "You've been feeling friendly for days." "We wouldn't want to pass that up. Can you do it without making me breathe too hard?" "I don't know, can I?" It comes down to whether she'd enjoy it. We have a hot hug and smooch and my hand runs down to her butt, feeling her shape. She'd enjoy it. "I'm not wearing panties." That's friendly. "Earlier today you were leaning against the counter, with your legs spread." She leans against the counter and spreads her legs. "And I wanted to do this." I stand behind her and give her pussy a feel through her skirt. No panties. Undo my belt and drop my pants. Am I reading her mind? I hope. I've got the pleasant weightiness. Do myself with one hand, reach under her skirt and feel her with the other, her bush, her skin, her flaps and folds, her wet pussy. I want to sit on the floor and eat her while she's standing over me. She probably just wants the good part tonight.

I think it's as hard as it's going to get tonight before we start. We try to get it in from behind while she's standing at the counter but it's not hard enough. Try again. River takes off her shirt with one hand. "Can you do your bra with one hand?" Useless bra she doesn't need. "Sometimes." "I can do it with my teeth." Feel River's boobs. Turn her around to kiss. Use my hand. Kiss some more. It doesn't get any harder than the first time and still doesn't go in. Third try. River is patient. She must want it. She does want it. Turn her around again. River does me with her hand. That feels better. "How can you do me better than I can?" "It feels better when someone else does it." Same with her. "You're making me wet." "Nice." "It will work for a kitchen skirt fuck. You like interesting things." This time it feels harder but it's still not going despite River standing on her toes and us taking turns propping it up.

River suggests starting on the floor. She must really want to do it. She's turned down floors and other uncomfortable situations before. Who should be on top? Me. I need to drive for a while. "The kitchen floor will never be the same." "We've done this before." "With the cherries." "It's the trampoline that will never be the same. Except we gave it away." We'll have to inaugurate the new one this summer. At least the floor is fairly clean today. It's a little hard maneuvering with my pants around my ankles but we get set. I slip a finger in and circle her g-spot. Wet. She wasn't kidding. She never does. Something I like about her. "Have you ever done your g-spot?" "No, just you." We'll have to find out what she likes. It's ok if she just likes me doing it but I'd like to see what happens if she tries.

Feeling River's g-spot and looking at her on the floor ready to go in just her skirt gets me hard enough. She looks good in a skirt. It goes in. Stiffens in the wet friction of her pussy. This is what we've been waiting for. "Are you comfortable?" "Yeah, are you?" "Except for my knees." But I've already forgotten about them. "I don't have much range of motion with my leg and my pants. That's why it's not in very far." We scoot around and get it in farther. Nice full-length strokes. "I'm helping." I like it. "I could pop off any time." It's been a week and we're fucking on the kitchen floor and River's still got her skirt on. And a jade necklace. And she's into it.

We take a short break to stand back up. This time we get a good deep decisive stickin. Hide River's butt under her skirt so I can't see it. Just feel it. Grab her and admire her shape and fuck with my pants still down around my ankles. "Now I know why girls wear high heels." I suggest a few possibilities but they all lead to one thing. "It's all about fucking." River doesn't need heels. She's barefoot. On her toes. A slow fuck. Sinking in from her lips to the very end of her cunt. And back. "I like slow. I can feel every nuance." "I like it too." Slow but deep. Feel our bodies press together. "Remember the time you said I could only not come once? That was fun." This time we take a few short breaks. A sweet fuck but it won't be a long fuck. I've been close the whole time. I need to come. "Just a few more." Really slow. Slide back in to her wetness that's both warm and cool, feel it surrounding my cock, coaxing my orgasm along. "One more." As slow as I can. It builds as I push in and comes right at the end, the squeeze stiffening it inside her, leaning against her to stand up, my legs against hers, holding me up as I come, feeling the spurts, one, two, three, four, five, six, .... "Did you feel that?" "Yes. I'm glad you did it slow." We stay together and afterfuck. Grab a dishtowel from the stove for cleanup. The kitchen has some advantages.

"You have the patience of a saint." I picture Joan of Arc doing it. "That was my libido." I'm glad we didn't pass that up. "That was really friendly when you said you weren't wearing panties." "It was meant to be." My goo has liquefied and drips down her leg. I knew about the leg, but I didn't know about the liquefication until I had to bring samples to the lab in a little bottle and they'd gotten all runny by the time I got there. It's not the kind of stuff a guy tends to keep around too long. I just knew that in the shower part of it will wash away and leave sticky stuff that likes to stick in hair and to the bottom of the tub.

Upstairs in the bathroom. We admire ourselves in the mirror. We look good together. A well-matched pair. "This is my favorite skirt. But I need a sexier top to go with it." "You can't do any better than what you've got right now." Just the jade necklace and a smile from the waist up.

How can we ever do spontaneous standup quickies if I can't even do them in our kitchen, or in our shower?