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The Shady Creek Campground
- written by C.J. Penn
Sondra had been packing all morning for her trip south. This
was her last shot at a week off before the end of summer,
and she really needed the break. Work had been unreal for
months with ridiculous deadlines, short-fused clients, and
brain-dead employees who required constant hand-holding every
minute of their nonproductive day. It was flee or eat-a-bullet
time. Sondra had been contemplating a trip down the coast
highway for years and now was the time.
As she grabbed her last suitcase and headed out the door,
Sondra looked out to see her sleek, blue Miata parked in front
of the house, top down, exterior gleaming from an overpriced
wax and wash, and looking for all the world like the package
of pure fun that it was. Sondra couldn't wait to get on the
road.
Several hours of hair-flying in the breeze, blues ripping
out of the speakers, and truckers ogling, had brought Sondra
to the Highway 101 cutoff. The sea breeze had kicked in a
few miles back and true relaxation was starting to happen.
This was living. "This is what it's all about," Sondra thought
to herself. "One near middle-aged, over-sexed chick, a cute
convertible, a dozen seagulls overhead, and nothing to do,
with no particular place to go." Sounded like a song lyric.
After a languorous lunch at something called Smitty's, Sondra was back in the Miata and virtually alone on the highway. She had been singing to herself at maximum volume when the sign caught her eye: Shady Creek Campground - 5 miles. For some reason this sounded like a place to check out and Sondra whipped onto the side road leading to her new destination. Camping had been a regular family tradition in her clan, and though she hadn't been years, it wouldn't hurt to see what a "Shady Creek Campground" looked like.
About a mile from the campground, Sondra noticed a red sports car parked by the side of the road and in a classic double-take, she also noticed a lean-muscled, brown tanned back, connected to a pair of tight blue jeans, covering the sweetest ass Sondra had seen in, well, too long a time, bent over the open hood of the vehicle. "What gives here?" Sondra wondered as she automatically began to slow down.
"What am I doing?" she thought. "I'm all alone here and this guy could be anybody." As she drove past, the young man looked up and smiled. And he was young. Probably 25, give or take a few years, and Sondra was, well, older. "What the hell," she said as she braked the Miata and pulled off the road.
"Need any help," Sondra yelled back, a safe 75 feet or so away. "What a dumb question," she thought to herself. "Do you need to use a phone?" she asked aloud.
The gorgeous young man shook his head, Thick dark hair seeming to move in slow motion. "Damn, he's well built," Sondra realized to herself. Then, she also realized she was staring straight at his crotch and her face reddened with embarrassment.
"I'll be fine," he said, his voice a rich, country drawl.
"You're sure?" Sondra hoped she didn't sound too eager.
"Yeah. You go on ahead. I've just about got this licked."
"Well, I just thought I'd check out the campground up the road. So if you need to use my phone, or anything, I'll be up that way." Or anything! What an idiot she sounded like to herself.
Sondra got back in the car and headed once more for the campground.
Her heart was racing and she felt flushed all over. As she
drove into the campground she couldn't help but notice how
beautiful the place was, all the different kinds of trees,
no garbage lying anywhere, and the sound of a brook gurgling
nearby. This was paradise.
Sondra parked her car near a footpath leading toward the water.
She wanted to cool down a minute. Campsites were tucked here
and there, but no campers or signs of campers could be seen.
It was midweek, still this was unusual.
Eventually, the trail lead down to a creek covered in shade. It was so refreshingly peaceful. As Sondra reached the edge of the creek, she took off her sandals and stood in the water. It was cool, but not cold in the water, and she waded toward a large rock, taller than Sondra, in the middle of the creek. On the far side of the rock was a shelf that she could sit on with her feet in the water. The water being about three feet deep at that point.
As she sat on the rock shelf, she thought about the guy by the red sports car and she started to get excited again. Since obviously no one was around, Sondra unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her blouse and skirt, lying them on the rock above her. Sondra sat back on the shelf in just her bra and panties with her feet dangling in the water. As she sat there, her hand slipped down and inside her panties, seemingly of its own accord, and she started playing with herself, thinking of him.
Although middle age had been creeping up on Sondra for some years now, she knew that she was still pretty attractive. Roundness in the right places wasn't a bad thing, and the few lovers she had had in recent years showed no signs of being put off. Her legs were still strong and she had always been at least "cute." She was happy with her "femaleness" and was enjoying the stimulation being caused by her fingers as they played over her clitoris. Enraptured as she was, Sondra did not hear the sounds of someone else entering the water on the other side of her rock.
"Am I intruding?" Sondra stiffened in silence. He was out there. Close. Maybe in the water.
"Don't come any farther," Sondra yelped. "Please," she added.
"Oh my." He was already around the rock and looking right at her. "I apologize for coming up on you like this," he drawled. His features were hard, but ruggedly handsome. He was grinning and trying to look away, unsuccessfully.
"You mind if I join you?"
"Was he kidding," Sondra thought? "I guess it would be all
right," she heard herself say. Had she made him appear just
by thinking about him? This was getting a bit crazy. "What's
your name?" she managed to ask.
"Bobby," he replied, taking off his rolled up jeans and tossing them on the rock. Bobby was a briefs man, no boxers for this guy. His cock stood out against the fabric of his shorts, not stiff, just real noticeable.
Sondra was becoming more relaxed with his easy manner. She moved over as Bobby sat next to her on the shelf. He smelled great! She wanted to reach over and touch his chest, or arm, or anything of his. They lay in silence for 10 or 12 minutes, just staring at the sky.
Bobby moved first. He slipped off the rock and into the water, then moved directly in front of Sondra, leaning up against the rock, between her legs.
God, had she remembered to shave that morning? She desperately hoped so. Then he reached behind her and pulled her up to the edge of the rock shelf, up against his stiffening member. Sondra almost blacked out from the excitement of his hands on her, his cock pressed against her sparsely covered pussy. She moaned as he leaned in to kiss her lips.
Bobby's mouth pressed up against hers in a soft, but passionate kiss. He definitely knew what he was doing. She tentatively flicked her tongue into his opening mouth and he responded in kind. Now, Sondra and Bobby were in full embrace and her legs were locked around him.
As she rocked back and forth against him, Bobby's cock got fully hard. Sondra reached behind her and undid her bra, not caring as it fell into the creek and drifted away. He began to kiss and softly bite her nipples. She was so aroused that she was losing all control and letting her body take over totally.
"There's a condom over in my trouser pocket behind you," Bobby
said. His voice had risen a little higher, like his throat
was too tight or something. Which it was. "Get it for me will
ya?"
Sondra found the packet in his pants pocket and ripped it open with her teeth. Bobby was starting to pull down his briefs, but Sondra said, "Let me do that, please?"
"Sure thing," Bobby nodded.
Sondra slowly pulled the briefs down, helping them over the head of his cock and then down his muscular thighs and legs. As Bobby stepped out of them, intending to grab them before they floated away, Sondra hopped into the creek, hugging Bobby tightly, not allowing him to get his shorts. She slid the condom onto his hot member, wanting the sensation to last, but also wanting him inside her, NOW.
The water was almost up to their butts, and as Sondra leaned back against the rock, Bobby pulled down her panties and as they too floated away reached his finger into her pussy, moving it over her clit and then deep to her G-spot. She was so wet and his finger felt so good, she sighed, and as she did he slid into her and pulled her to him.
Bobby was thrusting rhythmically inside her, knees bent to accommodate their height difference. Sondra put her arms around his neck and pulled herself up onto him, wrapping her legs around his ass, as his hands held her up. Sondra laughed as Bobby started to lose his balance and, still connected, they fell into the water.
After rolling around in the water for a while, Sondra got back up on the rock shelf and onto her back, crotch at the edge of the shelf. Bobby floated up to her and moved so that he could go down on her while he was still in the water. Because the shelf was just barely above the water line, Bobby could mostly float while he moved his mouth over her vaginal area, licking her inner thighs and rim of her opening. She felt his tongue enter her, expertly moving against her clit, massaging it with the tip of his tongue, driving her into a frenzy. Bobby seemed able to do this forever, but now she just wanted to come and for that, she needed his cock inside of her.
She moved Bobby's head gently away from her and asked him to come up on the rock with her. The ledge was deep enough for her them to lie full length on it.
"Lie on your back," Sondra commanded. Bobby gave a chuckle and did as he was asked. Sondra climbed onto his cock, sitting on her haunches, and moved up and down on it as she got wetter and wetter.
This was really hitting the spot for Sondra, and as she burst into orgasm, she continued to move up and down on him, having multiple orgasms until Bobby, too, shot off. Weakly, Sondra climbed off and lay next to Bobby. Eventually she faced toward him, her finger drawing circles on his chest as she whispered into his ear. "Want to take a little trip down the coast with an older woman?"
Bobby looked over at her, gave her an aw shucks kind of grin,
and said, "Don't mind if I do, Ma'am. I always wanted to see
those California beaches."
"And those California bikinis, I imagine, too." Sondra closed
her eyes. "Ain't no little girl gonna ever make me feel as
good as a real woman can," Bobby whispered back. With a smile
on her face, Sondra drifted off to sleep.
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