Hello,
Staci: A friend of ours flew up to Alaska for some time in the outdoors, though a nine hour road trip was required to get us to our final destination. Yes, I knew this buddy of ours was capable of providing me with the longest massages I’ve ever known. He’s not a masseuse, nor does he have interest in becoming one. I suppose he is just one of the few men who have capitalized on my willingness to be touched everywhere and my proclivity to be nude.
Throughout our nine hour trip he sat behind me as my seat reclined into his reach so his hands could rub, squeeze, and mold any parts of me he could grasp. I could feel any tension that ever existed leave my body which led me to use what available appendages I had, mainly my feet, to stroke my husband's hard cock through his pants as he drove us to the place where all of our steam would be released for only the surrounding wilderness to absorb.
The time finally came when, in our tent, the clothes came off and two cocks were hard as rocks in the presence of my wet pussy, moistened from the long anticipation. My husband started me off with a quickly achieved orgasm by going down on me the way he knows I come the fastest. My entire body tensed and I could feel my eyelids quiver as my toes felt like they wrapped around each other. I took a moment to catch my breath, then I was soon on all fours while he took me from behind. Our friend was commanded to lie on his back beneath me so he could feel the thrusts of my body against his as I was being fucked hard and fast. It’s almost as if I played the role of the male thrusting myself into him while he took it, moaning and breathing faster. With my hand assertively placed on his cock, I started stroking and knew immediately that he would come in my hand in a matter of seconds. Indeed, his juices flowed right into my palm and I gently milked it until his body melted toward the ground. This got my husband quite turned on and I could tell his stroke rhythm was going to make him come shortly thereafter. His cock got as hard as it gets and I knew I’d soon be filled with his come. He gave one last hard thrust and I let his body spasm toward me while I bore his weight and listened to how sexy his sounds and breathing are when he has found the feeling that hardens his nipples and drains the aggression from his body.
Rob: Unfortunately we didn't get pictures of the fun inside the tent. But we did get as many public flashing pics as we could before and after, including my buddy squeezing Staci's tits as we dropped her off to work after the camping trip. There's also Staci stroking my cock while sitting at the campfire, the pics of her flashing were taken from that seat so you can see there were plenty of people around us. Staci wore just a lose t-shirt on the drive down so our friend could massage her. We stopped at a rest stop so he could go to the bathroom and I snapped a couple photos of her and even a short video of me rubbing her clit. I got her so close to coming but then stopped, not because a lady was wandering near the window (though she was) but because I wanted to make sure she'd be horny enough to mess around with both of us later that night. It worked! This is the friend who took the stormtrooper pics by the way, so for those of you who felt like he needed some satisfaction, he got it. There's also a pic from the same camping trip from last year for those sticklers for detail who will notice a little less bush in one pic. Hope you enjoy. Keep the suggestions and dares coming.
Rob and Staci
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