Woodland Adventures

They had to pull off their jeans so I watched. Men can look sexy too. They put their hands on each other's shoulder, to stabilize themselves. Sexy. I enjoyed the curve of their bums. I wanted to run my hands over them, but instead I ran and dove into the cool water. I knew that they would want the same thing that I wanted. Damn the 'twice a day' rule!

I swam into the deeper water, then tread water and turned to my guys as they raced to be first. They churned up the soil and decaying vegetation near the shore, but they managed to rinse the sweat from their bodies, before I would get to clean it with my tongue.

Nick got to me first, but I pushed him under when his hands went straight to my tits. Pete was quickly in his place but I let him in and brought our mouths together as we slipped below the surface.

We played around like otters, pulling on each other and grabbing anything that protruded. They were more vulnerable than me as I shamelessly grabbed their cocks to pull them down.

Finally we moved to shore, and stood on the rock that extends into the water, using it as a bathtub to splash the twigs and sludge from our feet. The cold water had confused the blood in my friend's bodies. Their penises hung down as they hurried to get the tent up. The lack of wind brought the black flies, and they can leave a nasty bite. They like my tits too.

I made myself useful by grabbing the water bladder and filling the gray side. This gravity system was new to me, but it worked great. I just hung it from a tree near the fire pit. There are always nails and hooks there. The ring of rocks might have been there for hundreds of years, but the metal additions would be from the last 60 years. The kitchen of a campsite is where the family comes together.

I brought the sleeping bags and floor covers up to the tent pad area. Pete finished pegging the rain tarp, while Nick helped me to blow up the mats.

Our bodies would not allow us to forget the water play. I was too horny, and they were just men. I scurried to my bedroll, and turned to invite them both to enjoy my body.

Nick had to scrunch up against the wall to get his cock near my mouth, but he curved around and let me shift until it was perfect. Pete just shifted me into an accessible spot, and watched me lolli-popping onto his brother's manhood. He ripped open the condom and took his time rolling it on. He saw that I was wet, but he went low to have a taste and to see how stiff my clit had gotten.

"She sure loves that cock, brother," Pete said, then he pushed his tongue into my pussy.

I lifted my legs and parted them, wanting him to have good access for whatever plan he had. I played with Nick's scrotum, gently shifting the testis within. My tongue did its job too, playing back and forth as I moved my head, taking him to the back of my throat. Pete started lapping at my clit, then two fingers went inside and pumped against my G spot taking me quickly into an orgasm that had built up for an hour.

I had to stop my bj and shudder. Nick started to use his hips, but he did not go hard or intrude into my throat. He wanted me to enjoy the orgasm that they both gave me.

They moved to take me hard after I had my first, giving me their white cream, Pete in the latex and Nick on my lips. They continued to play with me well after their balls were empty and their equipment was limp. I was confident that they could recover, and still perform at bedtime, so I kept my attention on the cock that I could reach, and sure enough, it had enough strength to take a condom. I kept it sexy while I put it on myself, like a whore. The jizz on my face made the image complete.

Pete knew that he did not need a condom for act two. He stayed on his knees as he crept around to my face. He disregarded the cum and went to my breast with his mouth. He circled my left nipple, then sucked it into his mouth, wrapping his hands around both.

"I could look at that vagina for the rest of my life, Simone," Nick murmured.

I could only make a pleasant grunt, with Pete's stiffening peter growing in my mouth with every stroke.

Dinner was excessive, with everything that was left over and our emergency meals. We lay out and watched the stars, hoping for the Northern Lights to return, but they did not.

We met in the tent again for a nice intimate time. Soft, and gentle was the course. We made love. Condoms were the only concession to the fact that we were not wild animals.

We woke up as friends. Life time friends, I would like to think. They would go their way, I would go mine. They would love whomever they could, as would I.

We paddled to the Onnie Access point, where my friend Gina had moved my pickup truck. We went silently, thinking about the week that we had spent in the boreal forest of Ontario. I was confident that they would return, and I hoped that Nick would tell his new friend about me. I would say no if she wanted to come out with Nick. They can make their own adventure, or paddle with Oscar and Ben.

As for me, I do not share well.