Outdoor

Erica’s first year after college turned out to be very disappointing for romance. She had made friends, but she didn’t find any boys to play with. She went through her wardrobe and chose an outfit for a night in town. First the black stockings attached to a satin garter. Then a pair of almost luminous white panties, followed by a loose silk blouse and one over the knee skirt. Finally some medium heels, a custom jacket, some light make-up and perfume. Erica decided to go to the Max Club, a northern bar that wasn’t too crowded. That night, the crowd was alive as small. It wasn’t long before she drew the attention of a tall blonde man. He was wearing a leather jacket and black jeans. He walked to her table with another bottle of beer she drank.

My husband and I had always fantasized about other men. If we fucked he’d tell me How much he would like me to be screwed by four or more guys at once. In return I would tell him about the times I fucked before we were married and he would get really excited to hear me describe how their cocks felt going in me and cumming in my mouth and pussy.

We had a fishing trip planned and camped for the first week after school. My wife, daughter and son had invited Tammy’s girlfriend Ashley. Ashley was a neighbor who lived a few doors away. A few days we’d all be excited about the trip. The day before we left, our son Jack came with a virus and it looked like the trip had to be canceled. The girls were very disappointed and complained a terrible thing. The morning we had to leave, my wife suggested I take the girls and she’d stay home with Jack. He was better, but she thought it best he stayed close to home. Camping and fishing wasn’t exactly her favorite activity. I think she welcomed the excuse to withdraw. The girls were happy, the car was almost packed, so we went.

It was all too obvious.

But I stopped. I haven’t picked up a hitchhiker since I was in college. I always thought a nice girl was on the side of the road with her thumb in the wind had to have a friend of 250 pounds in the bushes, ready to command my car at the knifepoint.

I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair floating over your face in the wind. When I drive closer, I see your faded cuts so short that the cheeks of your ass are inviting.