A Night Away by LaShayne

I stand by the trunk, waiting to get the stuff out, happy in the warm sunshine. Brian locks the doors, then comes and grabs me by the wrists. In my ear, his beard scratching my face, "Nature walk first, sweetie."

We step past the big oak onto the trail -- it's nice to see him practically skipping on a Friday afternoon. When the bushes get thick he leads me in. He pulls down my cut-off shorts, raises my tank top and kisses my tits. I unzip his shorts -- he's cranked way up. I get wet pretty quick, but it still chafes a little when he goes in. I can't quite get there before he's done, figuring I'll squeeze the best out of him later, in the moonlight, after some brews and weed.

When we're almost back to the trail, someone's nearby. We just go ahead -- it's a family, mom and dad some years younger than us, nice-looking kids, eight and ten or so. The mom's slender, got pretty big, firm tits, smooth hair, clear skin. He's got short hair, clean-shaven, not too tall, muscular. While his wife reins in the kids, he's staring at me: I'm embarrassed. But not for long -- he gives a strong impression of just being a nice guy. I make sure Brian doesn't notice and smile back. His wife looks up, sees me, smiles.

Their car's right next to Brian's. I'd have expected a Durango or something, but it's a Subaru, not new enough to make the Duster look like a total piece of shit. "Hi," says the young man. "Great weekend, huh?"

"You can say that again," says Brian.

"I'm Phil, and this is Steph."

I hold out my hand. "My name's Lynette." He gives my hand a real light squeeze. "This is my boyfriend Brian."

"Good to meet you," says Brian. "Out with the family?"

Steph says, "This is Mark and Liz." The kids are polite.

One mean thought: how long will they last? They're a little past the age when Eddy and I split, and the battle over Jenn was ugly, even though he isn't raising a big stink now over her college.

Brian opens the trunk, takes out my pack, helps me put it on. It drops off one shoulder just before I have it strapped, but he's busy with his own. I'm careful holding it up for him, especially with the extra weight of the tent. We walk down to the camping area, try to get as close to the lake as we can, near the brook, where we were last spring. Since it's September, a surprise late summer day, we've got the place to ourselves. As we pitch the tent I can't even see where that family is.

We have fun swimming for a while -- they're down the shore from us, at the little beach. Phil holds up each of the kids by the legs, head just above water, and they laugh like crazy. We go back to the tent, start a fire, grill up the meat and corn. It's getting dark, so we go down to the lake for a minute and smoke a joint. It's quiet except for the stream rushing, a little breeze in the trees, and a bright moon's coming up.

"Just like last spring," he says. "And last fall before that."

I hold him close. "It's real nice."

"And next spring maybe?"

I shrug.

When I'm about to dish out dinner I give Brian his third Busch, open my second. He says, "Watch the drinking, huh?"

"Come on, just lettin' loose a little while we're away for the night."

"Hope that belly's gone way before Thanksgiving, 'cause it'll just come right back."

I hand him his plate, turn my back to get my own set.

Later we're back at the lake. The moon's high, nearly full, shining all over everything. We can just see the other couple -- he looks like he really appreciates her. We hear the kids talk, and then the parents disappear. Around the shore there's a few fires, a few low voices.

Brian puts his arm around me, kisses me the way he first got me. I'm melting for him. My shirt's off in the moonlight, I can see sparkles in his chest hairs. He sets me down on the leaves and puts his head between my legs. His tongue goes up my twat, he licks me deep inside. I get hotter, curl around and take his rod into my mouth. I move my hips to get more of him, he starts going crazy while I suck his big thing. So soon already he's going to come. I lift my head, pull my crotch away, get ready to get the maximum out of this, roll on my back as he pounces on me. I concentrate on every inch as he pushes up inside, bang against him as hard as I can while he drops down on me. Just as I feel the squirt in my depths, my breath heaves.

I lay down next to him, pull him to me. He's sitting up. "Let's get back to the tent. Someone might see us."

"There's hardly anyone."

"Never know."

He leads me up and we get out the sleeping bags. I try to crawl inside with him, but before I'm past my ass he's out.

And I'm out -- up and out of the tent. I don't feel like listening to him snore, so I focus on the crickets instead. Feeling the cool ground underneath me, the stillness, I feel real peaceful -- and wide awake. Time to take a little walk. I find my clothes, my tennis shoes, and head slowly in the general direction of the lake.

At water's edge, I take off my shoes, step in -- it's real refreshing. I look up at the moon, part way behind some puffy clouds, I follow its rays down to the water where the little waves reflect. I hear a fish jump -- then several more splashes. I walk in up to my waist, feel it soak through to my skin. Jumping forward, I start to swim, and I love the water flowing over me. I make it better: quickly at the shore again, I take off my top, feel the air cooling my wet nipples, feel them stiffen. Before I take off my shorts I think for a second -- and just pull them down and jump back in. I swim toward the center of the lake, where the pale light shimmers. Water runs over my tits, belly, in my crotch, my ass.

There's a low wailing sound, like an owl, close by. Then more splashing. It calls again, sounding like a voice -- someone else is out swimming. I look around and see someone swimming out from down shore. Quietly, doing the breaststroke, I start back.

Nearer, the voice again: "Lynette." It's that nice man, Phil. "Lynette, hi."

There's no way out of this, so I stop. "Hey, Phil, out taking a break from the family?" He can't see my body, I realize, in the dark and underwater.

"Well, they're in dreamland. You?" He's a few feet from me, he stops and treads water.

"Same -- Brian just turned into a rock."

"You like being alone?"

"Sometimes."

"Me too." He was getting pretty close. "I love my family -- I love Steph, I love Mark and Liz. But sometimes a little time away can be bliss."

I nodded. "I think I know what you mean." Now I move closer -- the water ripples on my skin, connects with the flows inside me. He's looking right at me and his hand's right there. I bend just a little and his palm brushes across my tit. His eyes are piercing in the moonlight. He's deliberate: he paddles to hold himself up, rubs his hand over my tit, massages it, pinches the nipple, does the other one too. My mouth drops open, then I smile.

"Nice," he whispers, "real nice." The great advantage of small boobs is gravity doesn't take them down.

His head disappears underwater. His soft mouth sucks my boob. I stroke his head, careful to give him room. He comes up; I pull his face to mine, he gives me a kiss, I push my tongue down his throat. Kicking hard, he hugs me, my nipples rub against his firm chest.

One of my hands goes down to his waist, then further. Inside his bathing suit he's hot and huge. I try to get my hand inside -- he pauses to untie, and underwater I lightly touch the ring on his finger. As I grab his rippling dick, the bathing suit falls. It slows his kicking, so he pauses, dives again, surfaces. What I touch next is flesh -- hard cock, soft abdomen, hair, balls moving with my fingers and the current.

He pushes forward. My hand moves away, finds a place, like my other one, on his shoulder. I feel his shaft shoot into me -- fills up my pussy, then up inside my whole body, to my shoulders, hot white light glows around my ass. He kisses me, starts thrusting, kicking hard every time. I wrap my legs around him -- the light flashes through my whole body, every little nerve and blood vessel, while the water rises in wavelets and drops around us. I can't do anything but hold on and be taken by it. Already I'm gasping, panting, he keeps me above water, he speeds up more and more, breathes moisture past my ears. Something in my lower chest inhales deep, and it lifts me up, raising me toward the moon. His dick throbs, bigger and bigger. Deep in my hips, a detonation that travels up through my stomach, fills my boobs, seizes my neck, goes down my back, along my calves. We merge in a big bubble of warm, wet moonlight.

He keeps kissing me, holding me, treading water. I realize we'd be better off if I do the same -- I pull back a little. We're in the lake, it's surrounded by trees, and the moon's shining above us, and we're looking at each other.

"Well, g'night," he says.

And me: "See ya."

He swims back toward his family's campsite.

I head to shore, feeling his liquid flowing in my snatch, running out into the lake. My clothes are waiting, soaked, and I put them on. When I get to the tent, Brian's sitting there, naked, lit from behind by the flashlight, smoking a joint. I slow down.

"Have a good time?"

I just want to keep quiet. "Yeah."

"Lake must be beautiful now."

"Real beautiful," I say. "Been waiting?"

He shakes his head. "No. Just woke up. Thought you went out to piss." He hands me the joint; I suck in a big hit and sit down next to him. He smiles. "Might want to get out of those wet clothes."

I smile back, get undressed. He grabs me, pulls me into the tent, is on top of me in no time. As his cock slides in I manage to reach for the light and shut it off. He's not Brian any more. I touch his face and it's Phil's face. Even the way he moves, easing into me, sometimes pounding, kissing my tits, and stroking my clit -- it's Phil making love to me, and what an orgasm the second time around.

Smiling, I kiss him. It's Brian again, completely dazed. He tries to hold me; I turn away, open the flap of my sleeping bag, curl up. I feel Brian's hand on my shoulder and I edge toward the wall of the tent. Brian's not the man I want. When I wake up tomorrow, I know for sure, I'll feel deep in my heart he's not the man I want.

 

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