I always thought when I retired, my wife and I would spend our days traveling, especially traveling and camping, with some good sex thrown in for good measure. Unfortunately, I found out that traveling to her meant four-star hotels, and sex had left her vocabulary. This is unfortunate because she is a good looking mature woman with a great body, great ass, and great tits. I love her still, but life is short, and I love being with a woman. This means caressing her, kissing her body and mouth, eating her pussy, fucking her until the cows come home and her doing likewise to me.
Throughout the years, my wife was a good lover, but not a great lover, never eager to try anything new. Missionary sex was pretty much it for her, while I like it all; woman on top, reverse cowboy, doggie position, sixty-nine, standing up, sitting down, on the kitchen counter, in the shower. It doesn’t matter. I was brought up to believe in “variety is the spice of life.”
So it became pretty apparent at retirement time that I was free to take the motor home and go camping, but my wife was going to Hilton Head with her girlfriends. To my way of thinking, if she met some hot young dude while lying on the beach and she got fucked, all the better for her because I sure wasn’t getting any of it.
So I packed the RV up with my favorite liquors and fishing gear and headed out to tour some of the south-east on a rather frequent basis.On my first couple of trips, I wasn’t really looking to hook up with any lady. I was actually enjoying the outdoors and my own space, drinking more than usual, watching some movies on the DVD’s I took along, reading, going to bed early, staying up late. It didn’t matter. I was having a good time, feeling more relaxed and less stressed than I had in thirty years or more. I did meet a lot of really great people, though, but it was on the third trip when I met Betty. That changed my life and my perspective on camping, and definitely changed my perspective on sex. This was because Betty liked it all… and then some, and I was eager to please.
It was spring and I was at a campground in Alabama. Around home, I use my boat to fish, but when I’m camping I just pull a small trailer with a golf cart on it for tooling around the campgrounds. So I had gone to the fishing pier to kill some time and see if I could catch a few crappie. That’s where I saw Betty for the first time. She’s late-fifties but looks like forties. She was wearing a pair of white short shorts that rode up to show a glimpse of butt cheek and a tight pullover top that did nothing to hide the monstrous pair of tits she was toting. It was apparent when I walked up that she had tangled up her fishing line, and was having an unsuccessful time at getting it straightened out.
“Can I help?” I asked.
She turned and looked me over. She was wearing her hair a ponytail and a baseball cap, with the ponytail pulled through the back of the cap, something I’ve always thought looked good on certain women. It definitely looked good on Betty. She continued to look me over for a few seconds. I’m early-sixties but I’ve kept fit. Not paunchy, but athletic looking for a sixty-year-old.
I took her rod and surveyed the situation. “Wow,” I said. “You’ve really messed this thing up. I’m going to have to cut most of this line loose to get you back in business.”
“Don’t bother,” Betty said. “My husband went out fishing early this morning like he does every morning, so I picked up a rod and came out here to see what the big fucking deal is. Like I’m supposed to sit at the fucking campsite all day long while he’s out fishing all day. And you know what? He hardly ever catches anything. He’s got this big fucking boat that goes about a thousand miles an hour so he can get to a fishing hole with no fish ten minutes faster. And all I do is sit on my ass reading trashy novels and getting horny with my fucking man out there somewhere wearing himself out trying to catch a few filthy fish, which we hardly ever eat, and then he gets back and he’s too fucking tired to do anything but go to sleep so he can get up early the next morning to go back at it again.”
‘Man,’ I thought. This is a fucked up angry woman, and my first inclination was to quickly fix her rod and get the hell away from her. But as I worked on her rod, she seemed to calm down, and as I continued to rove over her body behind dark sunglasses, I felt myself getting a little horny.
“So are you here with your wife?” she asked while I worked on her rod.
“No, she doesn’t like camping or the outdoors. So I have to come by myself.”
“So why aren’t you out in a boat like my fucking husband?”
“Didn’t bring a boat this time. Just wanted some peace and quiet and a little down time.”
I finished with her rod, and handed it back to her. She took it so that her hand brushed against mine, and bent forward a little bit so that I got an eyeful of her deep cleavage. “If you get tired of fishing, I’m parked around the other side, site eight-six. Stop by for a drink. I make a great Margarita,” I told her, trying not to be too forward, but definitely wanting to see more of her.
“Well, that’s a nice offer. Maybe I will. But I need to freshen up first if I decide to come.”
I looked her over from behind my sunglasses once more. There wasn’t anything I saw that needed to be freshened up, and I wondered if the reticence was really a ‘no’. I was hoping not.
‘Okay,” I said. “Well, then I hope to see you. If not, have a great day.” I turned back down the path and headed back to my campsite.
I liked this campground. There was the lake, but the sites were nice and secluded offering each camper a good bit of privacy, lots of trees. I went back to the camper and, on a hope and a prayer got my stuff ready to make margaritas should the need arise. It was just before eleven in the morning and I tried to figure how long Betty’s husband would be out fishing. If it was like she said, that would be til dark. So if she decided to come, that would leave plenty of time to spend some time with her. My cock was already getting a little stiff just thinking about the opportunity with Betty.
It was about noon when she drove into my spot in a golf cart, the preferred mode of transportation in most RV parks. I was sitting outside under the RV canopy when she drove up. She had changed her clothes. She now wore a tight yellow v-neck shirt. It was obvious she had left her bra at home which let her nipples push against the thin fabric. She also wore another pair of short shorts that were tight enough to outline the sweet folds of her pussy and short enough to give a good look at her butt cheeks. As she exited the golf cart, I got a good look at her tanned legs. There was nothing deficient in Betty. She was a vision come true.
I stood up as she walked over to where I was sitting. “Nice RV,” she said, barely glancing at the big bus. “Kinda big isn’t it?”
I couldn’t help but look at her tits, this time without the help of sunglasses, and I knew she knew I was looking.
“Well, I’ve always liked things big. Can’t ever have too much, ya know?”
She grinned. “I know what you mean. Big works for me too,” she said. She looked me straight in the eyes and parted her lips slightly. My cock stiffened.
“Now, I thought I was going to get a margarita,” she said sitting in a vacant chair at the outside table.
“Coming right up,” I said, rushing inside to where I had laid out all the stuff I needed to make some margaritas. ‘Wow,’ I thought. ‘Wow, fucking, wow.’
I made the margaritas, and then another batch, and another. We sat outside for a good two hours making small talk and laughing and getting a little buzzed from the margaritas. I kept looking at the big breasts she had, hardly hidden behind the tight yellow shirt. She didn’t seem to mind me looking.
“Well, when are you going to show me your big RV here,” she said standing up and nodding towards the RV.
“How about right now?” I said standing up and opening the door. She stepped up the steps giving me a world class view of one of the most beautiful asses I’d ever seen, with tanned cheeks that showed from the short shorts.
“Nice,” she said as she moved through the RV from the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and finally to the bedroom in the back with the king size bed. I stayed right behind her enjoying every step she made as her ass swayed gently back and forth with each step.
At the bedroom, she stopped and turned around and she was right there in front of me, only a few inches separating us.
“You’ve been looking at these all afternoon. I thought you might like to see the real thing,” she said coyly.
I moved the few inches between us and pulled her close to me, our mouths finding each other. Hungry mouths, tongues deep, me needing her and her needing me. The passion between us ignited in an instant. My hands found her ass and pulled her tight against my hard cock. I pulled off my shirt so I could feel those gorgeous tits against my chest. She ground her pussy hard against me, moaning deeply as our mouths assaulted each other. I reached between us and undid her short shorts. There was nothing underneath and I slid them to the floor. My hand moved between her thighs to her shaved pussy. Damn, I was so glad it was shaved. My wife never would shave hers.
Betty forced my jogging shorts down and in a moment we were both naked, our hands all over each other, mine on her back and ass and tits and pussy. Hers were on my cock and chest as we embraced and ground our bodies into each other, unable to get close enough to each other. The scent of her light perfume was like an aphrodisiac pushing me on to a passion I knew I hadn’t experienced in maybe forever. She moaned deeply as I rubbed my finger over her pussy and as it found her wet opening and slid easily inside. I guided her backward onto the bed. Oh my God, what an incredible body she had.
Her eyes found mine and there was an instant connection. “Yes, please,” her eyes called to me.
Her hips undulated slowly on the bed in wanton desire, her hands grasping the bed covers. I pushed her thighs apart and forced my face into her shaved pussy, my tongue penetrating her pussy and then rubbing her clit. I pulled her clit into my mouth and she moaned and pushed her pussy harder against me.
“Yes, yes,” she said as I pulled on her clit with my lips and ran my tongue over it, rubbing my tongue back and forth. Her pussy was getting wet. Her juices covered my lips and mouth as I pushed hard against her. “Please don’t stop,” she moaned in a low guttural moan, all the while moving her undulating pussy ever harder against my mouth.
“I’m coming. Please don’t stop,” she implored me. I didn’t stop. I was loving eating her hot wet juicy shaved pussy, something I had always fantasized about. My tongue searched for the deepest parts of her pussy it could find.
“Ohh,” she moaned out as her first orgasm ran over her. Her pussy jerked beneath my mouth as the waves of her coming rolled over her.
I wanted more of her.
I pulled myself up onto the bed beside her. We latched onto each other pulling ourselves close together, her tongue in my mouth tasting her own pussy juices. I fondled those huge beautiful breasts, and then I pushed her back and sucked on them, squeezed them, and ran my tongue over her nipples.
“Please,” she said. “I’ve got to have your cock in me right now.”
I obliged and raised myself over her. She grasped my cock gently and rubbed the head of it over her pussy getting the shaft of my cock wet with her juices. Then she slid the head of my cock into her pussy and I pushed and slid deep into her.
“Oh, you feel so damn good,” she cried as her hips moved to take all of me inside her. “Fuck me, Fuck me,” she said as her hands found my ass and pulled me tight into her. I was deep inside her, sliding slow and deliberately in and out of her wet glory hole. She wrapped her legs around mine pushing hard against me, taking every last inch of my cock into that undulating tight cunt, her cunt muscles squeezing tightly around my cock.
I had never been fucked this good, and I was loving it. Loving the unbelievable body moving wantonly beneath me, pulling at me, hands all over me in total desire.
I could feel myself coming. “Come with me,” I said.
“Yes, yes,” she said, and we fucked harder and faster, banging against each other in passionate desire until I came in her pussy. She came simultaneously her body in waves as her orgasm rolled over her body.
I rolled off of her and we clutched each other side by side, pushing our bodies hard into each other. Our mouths met again and I played with her tits and her wet pussy now filled with cum, and especially her clit, and I could tell she was far from being ready to quit. She gently grasped my cock wet in her juices and slowly rubbed it. The sensation was incredible. Then she rolled me onto my back, moved down the bed and took me into her mouth, licking my cock and playing with it with wonderful lips and tongue. In and out, in and out and soon my cock started to harden again.
“I’ve got to have more of you,” she said laughing slightly, and then her mouth was back on my cock as it grew larger and larger. She was good at giving head and took my growing cock deep into her mouth working miraculously over it, sending shivers through my body.
“I want to play, too,” I said and she knew exactly what I wanted and lifted herself over me into sixty-nine and presented me with her now slightly red pussy. I started by lubricating my finger in her delicious wet pussy and sliding it into her asshole. I could feel her tense up as my finger slid back and forth in her ass and my mouth once again attacked her pussy, but she kept sliding that wonderful mouth over my hardening shaft and occasionally taking it in her hand before once again plunging wholesale onto it with her lips and tongue and mouth. Then she took me deep into her mouth and pulling back with just her lips and tongue playing with the head of my cock. Meanwhile, my tongue and mouth ate slowly on her pussy. Her hips moved in slow motion as she moved that sultry ass around to capture the maximum effect of my mouth working her pussy, making her and me moan as we stayed deliciously entangled.
“I love this,” she said as she turned around on top of me, “but I’ve got to have more of that cock.”
She moved over me, her gorgeous full tits in front of me to fondle and squeeze. She rose over me and grasped my cock and slid it easily into her gloriously wet pussy, and then patiently, as her eyes locked on mine, she began to slide up and down on my cock, moving slowly and deliberately, her cunt squeezing on my cock. My thumb found her clit and pushed against her as she moved.
“Damn, fucking yes,” she moaned out as she continued to ride my cock, sometimes rising up to where she almost pulled off my cock and then slamming down so that I could feel the total depth of her pussy.
“I’m coming again, ” she said and her body stiffened a bit as a wave rode over her. She slowed even more for a minute and then began fucking my cock again.
“I love fucking you,” I said, as she used her entire gorgeous body to move above me and fuck my cock.
“I can’t get enough of you,” she said a little breathlessly as she continued to move patiently and slowly up and down my shaft. “Your cock feels so good.”
She continued to ride me and I was loving the view of this gorgeous tanned body fucking me, her full and gorgeous tits rising and falling with every movement. My hands were on her tits, her clit, pulling at her ass. It was awesome.
Suddenly, she rose from me and turned offering me her ass. “Fuck me from behind,” she said.
What a gorgeous ass she had. I slid easily into her wet pussy.
“Oh my God,” she cried as my cock pushed to the farthest reaches of her pussy. I held onto her hips and stroked her beautiful ass and began to bang hard against her, our bodies clapping against each other as we fucked for all we were worth. Our moans filled the RV bedroom until finally, we came together in a momentous climax. We succumbed to the comfort of the bed, once again turning towards each other and holding on tight, our mouths kissing deeply never wanting this moment to end.
“I’ve never been fucked that good,” she said. “My husband can’t last more than a minute.”
I was at the campground for another three days and all of them were spent with Betty. It was the most awesome four days of my life, and she took on a whole new love of camping. She and her husband camp a couple of times a season. She lets me know when they are going to be camping, and if I’m close we hook up. And I never get tired of seeing her.