July was finally here and campsites allowed to open. Because I can work from anywhere these days, I planned this vacation in May. I still wasn’t certain it would happen but I kept buying new stuff and at least that got me away from the house for a bit.
On the first day of July, my husband and I drove to Cape Cod and a campsite in Truro, just south of Provincetown, Massachusetts. (For those who don’t know, it’s the last city way at the top on Cape Cod and is known to be populated by a majority of Gay and Lesbian people. It also happens to be awesome for cheap international shopping, it’s incredibly beautiful, has awesome food and beaches).
We got there by 11 a.m. and set up camp. My man only stayed for the first four days and we walked the beaches, shopped, ate at nice restaurants, and hung out with vanilla friends from the region. But, honestly, I needed ‘Me Time’ — not just for sex but to be alone.
That came on the fifth day when hubby left and I scouted the area for people I might interact with. It seemed about ninety-five percent of campers were families or couples and it was silent at night — apart from the occasional moan! But kids ruin that mood fast. Ugh, I don’t have any kids or want any.
I chatted with a few people on the beach. Most of them wouldn’t swim due to sharks in the area — there are warnings everywhere — so I didn’t venture too deep. Anyway, I hate bathing suits.
There were groups of people with bicycles and, of course, I had mine to get around. I love my bike and there were lots of trails and lanes so it was awesome. Diagonally from my camp was a huge orange tent full of dudes with bikes but I didn’t get a good look at them till I went to shower one day and saw three guys heading off to the trails. I actually took more notice of the very expensive bikes than the guys.
Later, I biked to the trailhead and stopped as those guys rode past me and vanished down the trail. So I went the same way. It wasn’t a long path and when I stopped to read a plaque, the men biked by the other way and I watched and smiled. One of them said, “Hey, nice bike,” and I thanked him before continuing my ride and then back to camp.
It was a lonely first night but it felt good: the air was cool and crickets were loud. I slept until about three when I woke and masturbated to help me get back to sleep. I hoped I’d have some fun before it was time to move on to the second campground.
That morning, I walked to the shower block and saw the guys cooking and getting ready to bike. I planned to bike into town and spend the day there. I didn’t wear anything too sexy — shorts, a tank, and biking shoes — but I had a bag with clothes to switch on and off as needed.
Halfway down the trail, the trio swept past me like a pro team but one looked back and said, “Hey neighbor,” but I could not keep up with them. They disappeared over the Horizon as if I was standing still and I thought that was hot. They also looked very much alike — tall with almost hairless long legs.
I shopped and ate in town and started back to camp around three. It’s about five or six miles along the well-maintained trail and I made good time. I went to the store for a can of propane and a beverage but I had to wear a mask and while I waited my turn the biker guys walked up. We began talking about my bike which is top of the range for my use — but their machines were super expensive.
I got what I needed in the store and the guys made some mask jokes as I began to walk to my bike when I heard, “Let me help you,” and the guy grabbed my bike.
He told me he was from Nova Scotia and I said, “I’ve been wanting to go there before all this Coronavirus happened. I met a guy online from Halifax.”
Walking to my camp, I told him my name and he said, “I’m Kenny… or Ken, if you like.”
We shook hands and I said, “Really nice to meet you, Ken,” and asked if he liked wine and if he’d like a glass. He said he did — but he’d need to tell his friends.
“You can invite them, too.”
He smiled. “Maybe,” he said and walked off, occasionally looking back at me.
I’d say he was in his late thirties or early forties and I ate some food while hoping he’d return. Then I heard him shouting across, asking if I would like to watch the sunset at the beach.
I yelled back, “Sure, yes,” and grabbed a bag with the wine and took four plastic cups in case they all wanted a drink. But only one other was interested and I could tell Ken wasn’t happy that he tagged along. Steve, or Steph — who knows how he spells it? — walked with us to the beach where we joked about the shark warning signs. This beach is called Head of the Meadow and we saw seals and whales. But no sharks.
I got the third degree: Where ya from? How long biking? Why are you here? What do you think about this Covid world?
They were supposed to be in the Pan Am challenge — it was canceled — but they could still bike and camp where they planned. I learned Ken was divorced, Steve was single, and their other friend Robert was married and not much fun to be around.
I asked if they smoked marijuana. Ken said he used to and Steve was a no. I asked Ken if he’d smoke one with me when we got back and he said, “I’m in.”
After watching the sunset, they returned to their camp and Ken said he’d be back after a shower. I got my camp ready for company, hoping to seduce him but not wanting to appear over eager. It was almost pitch black by the time I heard him call my name and saw his headlamp coming down the hill. I lit the joint when he arrived and we began to talk.
“So, the guy that was here earlier, who was he?”
“Oh, that was my husband. He was here for just four days and had to get back home.”
Ken went quiet and seemed to be back-pedalling as if he’d had a shot and missed. I saved it with, “Do you see him here?”
He glanced around. “No.”
“Correct… so, let’s enjoy our time together.”
I wanted to jump his bones right there but, after talking about music and the fact I don’t have a kid but he does, camping, biking, and other small stuff, he said, “Well I guess I should get back to my tent with two smelly guys.”
“That sounds fun to me,” I said
“Oh yes, three farting, burping, snoring guys in a tent. Great fun!”
“Well, if it’s too much for you I have this tent and I’m all alone.”
“Right… maybe I can come back?”
I said, “Just don’t fall down the hill.”
I watched him walk off until his headlamp disappeared over the hill. I set up my tent in the hope that he would return. But it got late and I virtually gave up hope. I was smoking inside my open sleeping bag when I heard my name being called.
“It’s Ken. Can I come in?”
I was so happy, I immediately felt myself get moist. “Yes, but be careful,” I said, “it’s a very dim light.”
He clambered in, zipped the tent, then turned and saw that I was naked. “Wow! Awesome,” he said and leaned in for a kiss.
After a few kisses, I stopped him and said, “Hmm, you know this is a no clothing tent.”
He acted like a kid in a race. His shoes were outside the tent but he pulled off his shirt and socks before I helped him with his shorts. His cock flopped out and it was getting hard. I was so happy I lunged for it. It wasn’t huge — but it was nice, uncut and veiny, and I started sucking.
He inhaled deeply as if shocked, and I stopped sucking to kiss him again. He said he was hoping he could go down on me and I said, “No butts,” and licked his shaft and balls. Ken now had great girth and his bald balls hung low. I sucked them till he said, “Oh no, stop… I don’t want to cum too fast. It’s been a while.”
But he was like a kid in candy score as he kissed down my body and began licking my drenched vagina. He was eager and I was very happy when he began to add fingers. With three inserted, he fingered me vigorously till I came and he drank my juices.
Because it was a packed but quiet campground, I bit my bottom lip and Ken said he was glad that I didn’t moan so they all could hear.
He lay beside me and we kissed before I whispered, “Fuck me.”
“I wish there was more light so that I can see you. You’re beautiful and super hot.”
“The morning sunlight will fill the tent soon,“ I said.
“Oh. Can I stay the night?”
“I sure hope so,” I said and he quickly mounted me.
“Ah,” he said, “I haven’t got a condom.”
“That’s okay. I hate them and I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too,” he said and that’s when he held my feet and spread my legs wide. He pushed his hard cock inside me and began to go deep while still holding up my legs.
He mumbled, “Oh god,” and, “Yes, yes,” a lot and I told him his cock felt great. He was obviously in good shape and not at all out of breath when we switched to doggy. But that didn’t last long and he pulled out to splash over my ass and back. There was so much I felt it running down me and I reached for a towel. Ken dried me then lay next to me, kissing and not at all tired. He cupped my tits, kissed me everywhere, and then we talked a little.
I confessed I was a swinger in an open marriage and he felt relieved that he hadn’t done anything horrible. He said he’d failed to get his ex-wife to swing.
We continued fondling each other as he said, “I’ve been a porn and sex addict most of my life,” and I told him some of my sexual adventures before he declared he needed to pee and scrambled outside.
When he came back, he lay on top of me but I said, “I want to ride your cock,” and he was soon half-hard just from kissing me. It didn’t take long to stroke him rock solid and I sat right on it.
“God,” he gasped. “I love sex and you’re beautiful.”
I picked up the pace and kept going for something like ten minutes, not even pausing when he came. I kept bouncing up and down his stiff shaft and only stopped riding when I felt him go limp. He couldn’t believe that I let him finish inside me but it felt awesome. Not as much as the first load but still it trickled out of me as we held each other.
We talked sex and what we were into and he was a typical porn male: “I want to cum on women’s faces and tits, have anal and be more dom.”
“When in this tent,” I said, “you’re in charge. Do anything you want.”
“Awesome,” he said but I dozed off and woke to him licking my nipples. “Good morning,” he said and it could only be a few minutes after dawn. I smiled.
Grinning, Ken climbed up on my chest and fed me his cock. “You said anything… so take my cock; I’m gonna fuck your beautiful mouth.”
I took him balls deep and he picked up speed, calling me “a good girl” and telling me to “lick my balls”. I even chose to go lower and he moaned, “I’m going to fuck your married cunt.”
He put my ankles on his shoulders — that was quite high — and he pounded me. I thought somebody might hear and again bit my lip while letting him go as hard and fast as he could. The result was one of the most intense fucks and orgasms I’ve ever had. He was super fit but my legs ached so he switched to taking me from behind, slapping my ass and saying, “I’m gonna fuck that too.”
He slammed into me for a long time but then stopped and became very loving in the missionary position, kissing as he thrust into me. “I want to make love to you all day,” he said.
“Hmm, I can clear my schedule,” I said and he smiled and kept steadily fucking, plunging long and deep. It felt so good that he was so into me and it felt wonderful every time he made me cum. And that was often. Suddenly, though, he groaned, climbed off me, and raced around to my face.
Splash!
He covered my face with his seed and I licked at it as he groaned, “Yes, yes, oh yes.”
I told Ken that my husband hadn’t done that in a while or even fucked my mouth.
“How would he feel about what I’ve just done?”
“Who cares?” I said and we laughed.
I played with his balls till he was hard again. I fumbled to take a small bottle of lube out of my toilet bag and handed it to him. He grinned and massaged it into my ass before he put more on himself. Side by side, he rocked his cock slowly into my ass. I bit my pillow when he rolled me over on to my stomach and eased deeper. I rubbed my clit while he took me hard and slapped my ass, making way to much noise. Even so, we laughed and he didn’t take long to fill my ass with his cum.
Again, we dozed for a while then I heard Steve shouting, “Kenny, are you coming?”
“I gotta run,” he said. “Can I come back later?”
I said, “Yes please,” and he said that they would be leaving the next morning.
“I’d rather stay with you,” he said as he kissed me.
I spent the day sunbathing feeling like a million bucks. I was pleased to know he would be coming back.
He arrived at dusk and we went at it in every position. He came in or on me at least three times, telling me he wanted to marry me and that I was insatiable and as horny as he was. In the morning, Ken made love to me but that kind of turned me off because I prefer to get that from my husband.
We exchanged email addresses and Ken kissed me goodbye before he and his friends drove off. I’d enjoyed Ken very much.
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The next day I relaxed at the beach, took a short bike ride, but felt a little lonely so I read a book and cooked my meal.
On Thursday, we were advised that the next two nights would be rough weather — high winds and rain. I didn’t want to deal with that so I went online and scored a great deal on two nights at a Boutique Hotel in town. I packed what I’d need in a bag, made my campsite secure, and called an Uber.
The driver was cool and we laughed about stuff — but he was very gay so I had no plans to hit on him. I checked in and took an amazing shower and even groomed, something I couldn’t really do at the camp showers.
On the phone, my husband encouraged me to go out and, after a relaxing day shopping and buying a dress I should not have bought, I took him up on that idea. As it was a Thursday, I didn’t expect much in the way of fun, especially wearing a mask, but I decided to treat myself to an adult beverage. I went to a nice bar/restaurant but I couldn’t sit inside unless eating at a table — but there was a deck and beach at the back.
I had my drink then ordered another one. That’s when I was complimented on picking the right house drink at 5 p.m. on a Thursday. I turned to meet Dot (probably Dorothy in full) and she was about an inch shorter than me but at least my husband’s age, fifty-one or thereabouts. She ordered the same drink and we got into conversation. Dot thought it was bold of me to be camping but it wasn’t for her. She lived not far from where we sat watching the clouds roll in.
The chat went from today’s world to bits of information about each other. We had a lot in common and she bought me drink number three. I told her it was too much but, hell, I was on vacation. She asked if I was married or with anybody. “Yes,” I said and saw the light dim in her eyes. Because I was quite tipsy, I grinned and said, “But he’s not here and I’m so done with men right now.”
We both laughed and Dot asked, “In that case, would you like to come to my place for a nightcap?”
“Sounds good,” I said and we finished our drinks and walked to her place, commenting on all the gay men and their antics. When we got off Commercial Street we took off our masks and that felt good. She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to her apartment.
It was nice if messy and I sat on a couch. She brought a bottle of water. “Is that okay?” she asked and I laughed again.
“Yes, I’m still drunk,” I said and Dot wasted no time feeling up my dress to find my bare pussy and we kissed. She had no problem moving me around —and it was on!
Dot got my clothes off like I’d expect a man to do, tearing them away like a kid opening a gift. So it didn’t take long before I had a leg draped over her shoulder as she went down on me with her skilled tongue and fingers. She stared at my vagina and kept fingering long after I came.
We went to her bedroom to continue the fun and I returned the favor. Dot was not shaved but I got her off — just not as fast as she brought me to orgasm. We did this back and forth for about an hour but I declined to use toys. She complimented me on my skills and beauty before I eventually dressed and said it had been awesome. I took her number, we kissed, and I walked back to the hotel sober, sticky, and sexually satisfied for the night
Friday morning I felt great and lay by the pool for the remainder of the day. The smell of rain and sun filled the air and I saw so many beautiful. happy people. I finally got a text from my husband and I told him that I was a lesbian now. I talked about my excursion and he laughed and was jealous — but admitted he wouldn’t have wanted to be in that threesome. He encouraged me to find another woman but that never happened as the storm hit and Ii stayed in my room till dinner time when I ran out to buy food and bring it back to eat it.
Saturday, I tried to find a straight male but had no luck so it was much like a repeat of Friday but I knew I would be returning to the campsite. The place was almost empty but, after a walk to the beach, I slept well as I knew my husband was coming the next day.
We’d have a romantic dinner and tent sex before leaving the campsite on Monday morning and moving to a site on Martha’s Vineyard.
To be continued
