Out By the Camp Fire

Out by the Camp Fire

Chapter 2: Nature Trails and you.

Inspired by Nico-Stone Rupan’s Sour Sweet Stories

You moaned and stretched. The day had broke, and the bright light of it had decided to shine into your camper that you’re sharing with your parents. There was a hint of cherry lingering in the air, the smell of your father’s pipe tobacco. He only seemed to smoke when he was worried or stressed. In truth the entire thing with First had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. After they found out that he was gay it was like he died. Pictures of him were taken down, and the walls in your home was almost completely bare.

Third had mentioned it a time or two, and the fact that she was coming out tomorrow after she finished her make-up exams that Principal Celestia was allowing her to take so that she wouldn’t lag further behind. You got up, walked to the tiny bathroom and opened it. The RV rental guy had said that this was a fairly basic model, and he wasn’t joking. The entire bathroom basically doubled as a shower stall. Sighing you found the soap, a new washcloth, and a towel.

The memory of a tag line from a favorite Sci-fi book about the importance of towels comes to you and there’s a slightly nerdy laugh that escapes your lips. You turn the water on, and first thing in the morning you’re greeted with cold water. For a moment there was almost a shout from you, from the surprise, still there’s nothing but cold water, but after a few moments it slowly warmed up. The shower begins to turn warmer. You were quick, knowing that taking too long would end up draining the small hot water tank.

You finished your shower, get out, and dried off. You grabbed the clothes you brought in and hung up higher than the spray could reach. Soon you were dressed in a pair of shorts, a plain white t-shirt, and an old pair of shoes. You walked out before your parents completely woke up, and took a look around the area.

From the looks of things it appeared that nearly everyone else had gotten up early. That wasn’t such a bad thing, not really, although you did wonder what Sour was up to. A quick jog toward the lake rewarded you with seeing Sour laughing and splashing in the water. When she saw you she waved, and you returned it. You walked toward the small boat dock that stretched out to where they were, and took a seat on the side of it.

“Morning!”

“Dude! Morning! You should totally join us for a swim!”

You grin and look at them, “Actually I saw a nature trail, and how far does that thing go?”

Sunny Flare seems to think for a moment before she swims closer, “Well, I know that it goes back into the woods about half a mile, and then it splits off into two different trails. There’s one that goes further back to an old fishing cabin that my Dad built out here, and the other one just sort of loops back over here.”

“If it’s cool with you guys, I was thinking of exploring it a little bit. I really haven’t been camping before, and I’d like the chance to really look around.”

Sunny Flare smiled, “Go ahead, but Dearie, be careful. It’s not likely, since Daddy is so good about having it walked and maintained, but there could be some snakes. The last thing I’d want is for you to get snake bit.”

“Wait, I’ll come with,” Sour said as she swam over to the dock and climbed up it.

Her swimsuit was a two piece that made you think extremely impure things about your fiancée. You got to your feet, and the two of you walked toward the end of the dock where she slipped on a pair of rubber open toe sandals. As you walked you felt her hand slip into your own, and relaxed. So far your parents hadn’t done anything to embarrass themselves, or you, and that was a plus. The small camper wasn’t too bad, although the bed was a little hard, and to be honest you would have preferred to share it with Sour.

It was strange that you were actually sleeping at her house more and more often than at your own home. Well, maybe it wasn’t that strange. After all things at home just felt tense, and at least your parents weren’t trying to have you slow down on your relationship. If anything they wanted you to practically be attached to Sour. Their fears that you would turn out like your brother was written all over their faces.

You began to realize why First had acted like such a dick for so long. Having that kind of pressure on you was getting to you, but you had Sour to talk to, be with, and that helped keep you sane. First didn’t have someone like that. He had a different girl every week, and most of them seemed to like him well enough, but really it was only because he was one of the big men on campus. The only one that even got close to being what you’d consider dating material for him was Prim Hemline.

She liked your brother well enough, and they seemed to get along, but neither of them really seemed to like to sit right after they’d gotten back from a date. The realization hit you. Undoubtedly First was experimenting then, and Prim was more than willing to return the favor. You didn’t even want to know how she returned it, but it obviously helped your brother realize what it was that he really wanted.

As you walked you felt Sour leaning against you. It was nice, even if she was still pretty wet. You also realized that you had found that place that Sunny had talked about. There was the split in the path.

“Want to loop back to camp?”

Sour smiled at you, “Actually sweetie, you don’t mind I’d like to head toward the cabin. Mama’s got an itch to scratch!”

Realizing that you were going to go along with it anyway, the two of you headed deeper toward the cabin. The path wasn’t overgrown, but like the rest of the nature trail it was well cared for and maintained. That’s when you saw the cabin in the distance. Even for something that was obviously built to be nothing more than a little shack the cabin had the same care and style that he’d come to see with all of Sunny Flare’s parent’s possessions. They neared the cabin, and it was Sour that tried the door, saw it was unlocked, and pulled you into it.

She closed the door, and you felt her hands moving yours toward her hips. She then leaned in and kissed you deeply, pressing her entire body against your own. You’d learned fairly early on in this relationship that Sour was the more dominate one. Normally she was the more dominate one, almost always, but that’s when she did something out of the norm.

She broke the kiss and giggled as she looked behind you. You turned your head to see the lenght of Nylon rope hanging on a rubber covered hook.

“I want to try something,” she said before she sauntered over to the rope. She took it off, moved toward the small twin bed on a metal frame, and then grinned at you.

“Sour?”

She looked at you, then at the rope, and then again at the bed, “I want you to be in charge. I want you to tie me to the bed frame,” she said as you stared at her completely dumbfounded, “and then I want you to do what you want.”

The idea filled you with so many thoughts, but before you even began you looked at her, “How will I know if you don’t like something?”

She grinned, “I’ll say Banana. And I know you’ll listen to me. Right?!”

You nodded, and then you watched as she took off her top, followed by her bottoms. Again you were floored with just how beautiful she was. Sour’s body was a wonderland you didn’t believe you’d ever get tired of. She walked over to the bed, and you followed her. She laid down, on her stomach, and stretched out her arms. You took off your socks, Wrapping one around her right wrist before tying the rope there. You did the same to her left wrist. You backed up, your hand moving down the smoothness of her back, coming to the small of it, and then right to her athletic and wonderful rump.

You gave it just a playful slap, nothing hard, not like the first time she had you spank her, and then you spread her cheeks apart. She didn’t tense, but instead she moved her knees forward, pressing her shapely bottom into the air, and letting you see her starfish even closer.

“Anything?”

She nodded, and you looked around. It wasn’t like you carried lube, and you certainly weren’t going to do anything to hurt Sour. That’s when you saw a bottle of baby oil sitting on a dresser. You opened it, pouring some on your hand, and smearing it between her cheeks. You prodded her, gently, with a finger, seeing her reaction, and she seemed to be relaxed, or as much as you believed she would be.

Your finger slipped in further and she took in a gasp, but she didn’t say the word. Slowly you pushed in until your finger was completely inside of her. Your other hand moved down to her slit, finding her nub, and you begin to play with it. She let out a moan and you continued, pulling and pushing your finger until her bottom began to move with your movements.

Soon one finger became two, and she was grunting, but not saying anything. You kept at it until you couldn’t handle it anymore. Getting up on the bed, you pulled off your clothes, you took your cock into your hand, pressed it against her star, and pushed. There was resistance for a moment, and then it pushed into her. Sour grunted, you saw her hands ball up into fists, and you started to wait for a second.

“What do you think you’re doing? Just fuck me in the ass already!”

With that endorsement, you proceeded to do exactly what she asked. The strokes began slow, even, and soon they began to speed up as she obviously became more comfortable. She grunted with each deep stroke, and then the grunts began to change into moans. This was hot, this was obviously the hottest thing that you’d ever done, or seen, or experienced in your life. If you had a heart attack right now you believed that you could honestly die happy and with a huge smile on your face.

It wasn’t a short fling. You would have been happy with just a quickie, but Sour was determined to get the most out of this, and it went from being ten minutes, to half an hour, and finally an hour and a half. After which you were spent. The two of you had orgasmed more than half a dozen times apiece, and Sour was sweating like crazy. You both collapsed together, and soon the both of you were sound asleep.

“DUDE!”

Your eyes opened and you looked around to see four girls all with bright blushes on their faces. The realization of what was going on, and what had happened came back to you, and you grabbed a blanket to pull over the both of you.

“That’s a little late.”

“Wow…”

You quickly untied Sour’s hands, and you heard her stir for a moment before she poked her head out from under the blanket.

“Would all of you be so sweet to step outside? Now?!”

To their credit they moved and the two of you got dressed. Sour was slowly getting around. She wasn’t wanting to really sit directly on her rump, and to be honest that made you feel a little guilty.

“It’s okay,” she smiled, “It’s just not something we’re going do often, at all.”

You understood completely. The two of you walked out, and it was Lemon Zest that spoke up first, “Dude, like your parents,” she pointed to Sour, “are totally wondering where you are, and yours,” she pointed to you, “aren’t freaking out at all. Actually, they’re like really relaxed and relieved.”

You shook your head. Yeah, they would be relieved. You headed back toward the campsite, hoping that there wouldn’t be too big of a deal made.