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Sex in His Tent (F/M)
by Glossy

	I was, for the first time in my life, unattached and of legal age.
Normally this would have thrilled me, but the reason that I was unattached
was from a break-up -- he found a better girl.	One with big enough breasts
that he, being the pervert that we both agreed he was, could fuck her tits. 
That had been my only, only, sexual failure.

	I moped around with unexplained reason to my parents for the
break-up. I cleaned my room.  It was a week before my sophomore year of
college.  I cleaned my room just like I would have done homework. Just
anything to get my mind off my social mess.  I mean it's not like I had tons
of friends.  I did everything with him.  But no longer.  I stumbled across a
list I found from my camping trip when I was in high school.  It was all
about why campgrounds were so sexy.  On impulse, I went through the attic and
found my old tent.  It was a small 30 second pop-up.  As I had always
dreamed, I imitated a man's mid-life crisis: I packed a bag, told my sister
that I'd call, and left.

	I got across the desert and into mid-Arizona by late afternoon.  I
got into a campground and went into the shower.  I felt like a mess.  My
shirt had holes in it.	My hair was puffed out and it still had sour cream in
it from my lunch.  The shower was soothing and right away my perverted mind
realized that although these public showers were individual, they had some
great sexual opportunity.  I love looking at hard nipples.  (Yes I'm a woman
and yes I'm not gay, just on the bi side.)  These showers had a 6 inch space
between the separating wall and the back wall, so that water from all 3
showers could run down the same drain.	Right away I realized that a woman
with big breasts would have trouble not showing her nipples to the people
next to her as she turned around to wash herself.  I was determined to take
another shower later that evening when it was really busy.

	I put on my bikini.  The bottom is like shorts because I have a bit
of pubic hair to cover up -- I know many guys don't love hair down there, but
I love it because it's so much curlier than the hair on my head.  It also
feels so soft to my hands as it rubs against it when I'm fingering myself. 
(Yes, I finger myself, almost daily.)  The top is really skimpy.  It has a 1
hook latch in the back that a guy could so easily slip off in public.  I
would just love that, because I love the idea of being forced into
exhibition.  I'm really submissive.  I love to think of an older guy with a
deep voice just sliding a finger under the latch and unhooking it and then
cupping my breasts in his big hands.

	Thinking about this, I rubbed a finger in-between my crotch and pulled
the suit into my slit a little.  It got damp as I flicked at my clit.  My clit
made shivers run down to my toes.

	(I am, writing this, really wet.  I love writing sex.. I want to finger
myself, but the longer I put it off, the better it'll be.  Sometimes I put it
off so long that as soon as a finger soaks deep into my pussy and rubs deep in
me I cum...)

	There was a big guy in the pool throwing girls into the water when I
got in.  I slipped in, regretted that the water was only 5 feet deep at the
most, and just stood there in the water for a bit.  Silently.  I looked at
the big guy.  He was overweight obviously, but I kept looking at him and
thinking how massive he must feel against those little girls' bodies.  The
girls were probably his sisters or his cousins.  One girl looked to be about
10, and the other 13.  They would half run, half swim through the water and
yell at him to come over and get them.	They'd try to get out of the water
before he got there, but he'd grab their feet and they'd shriek.  He'd grab
them around their ass and pick them up over his shoulder.  He'd hold both of
their sides -- just next to the 13 year olds' breasts -- and throw them into
the water.  They'd come up laughing and want it all over again.  I watched
for a long time and then dipped myself underwater only to get to the other
side in time, before he came racing after them.  We smiled at each other.

	I did a summersault in the water when I thought he'd be looking so
that he'd get a glimpse of my ass up in the air.  I tried doing two summer
salts in a row but during the beginning of the second, I started choking on a
gulp of water.	"Are you ok?" he asked.  Husky voice.  "Yeah."	I quickly
slipped under water to shy away.  He threw the thirteen year old in the
water, but first teased her several times before finally releasing.

	"Would you throw me?"  I asked.  I was shaking in anticipation, both
from horniness and from shyness.

	"Come here."  I did so.  I was a foot away from him.  I looked
expectantly.

	"C'mon, closer, you have to let me pick you up, you know."  He
laughed.  I tried to smile and got my body closer and my mind told me that I
was insane.  A stranger.  Letting a stranger pick me up and throw me.  Hard. 
Trusting that he wasn't going to hurt me just because he had a nice goofy way
with the girls.  One arm went under the water and for a split second I
thought he was grabbing my pussy like I wanted him to.	But he just scooped
my legs up with one arm and took my upper body with the other arm.  I was
pressed against him and his body was hot.  My left breast was pressed against
his chest and I looked down and my nipple was hard.  I knew he could feel it.
 My pussy slid against his legs as both of his hands moved to around my
sides, just below my breasts.  He prepared to throw me.  His hands were so
big and strong.  I went high in the air and tumbled under the water only half
aware.

	I knew the whole thing had made me so horny because of what he could
have done.  I said, "Thanks."

	"Sure.."  I swam under water a couple of times and the next thing I knew
he was leaving.  My eyes tingled with tears now that I once again had time to
remember my loneliness.  Once he was out of site, I went back to my campsite.

	I walked slowly back.  I wasn't looking at anything.  I felt too
depressed to bother.  My moods were totally up and down.  I got near my tent
and the guy next door turned out to be a musician.  He seemed to sing more
attentively as I walked by.  He smiled at me and I smiled back.  He was
older, but so much the perfect type of guy that I wanted.  Dark hair and a
gentle smile and firm hairy legs.  I guessed him to be 28.  I stopped in
front of him.  He was playing a guitar and singing, but I wasn't paying
attention to the words, only to the sound of his voice.  I stood for awhile. 
He was obviously by himself and I was by myself and I wanted a guy so much.

	Finally he stopped.  "Where are you from?" he asked.

	"San Diego.  How about you?"

	"New York.  Guess you can hear the accent."

	"A little," I said.  I caught him eyeing my bikini top, well more
precisely, my hard nipples.  The wind was chilly and they stuck out.

	I hesitated a real lot.  I don't want you to think I'm making this up,
so I want to stress how uncertain I was.  But I went to it, just because I
needed to be touched so much.

	"My tent is right over there.."  I pointed to my clumsy and yet very
secretive and small tent.  "I just went swimming.. and well."

	"Yeah I wished I had brought a swimsuit myself.  I'll have to get one on
the way."  He had no idea what type of pervert I was.

	"Well I have to change out of this bikini, and I was just wondering if,
well if you'd unhook the back of it.. just I.. well it's a little hard to see
what I'm doing behind myself.."

	"Right here?"  He was surprised.

	"Well yeah.. no one's looking.."

	"But what if someone did see.."

	"So what?  They'd see that you were just doing me a favor."

	"I bet."  He laughed.  I walked closer.  I felt my pulse in my pussy.  I
turned around inches before him.

	"Well ok," he said.  "Just don't let it drop.."

	"I won't.. except."  He had it undone.  I turned back to him and kneeled
down in front of his chair.  He still had his guitar in his lap.

	"See.."  I raised one side of the bikini so that my breast popped out.
"Just returning the favor."  I grinned.

	"Seriously someone might see.."  He stuck out his hand just inches from
my breast as if to cover it up from anyone looking.

	"You might see, yeah."  I loved getting a guy so uncomfortable like
that.  "Go ahead touch it..."

	"No.  Really I shouldn't.."

	"Fine then."  I moved close to his guitar.  Maybe he thought I was going
to suck him both through his guitar and his shorts, because he looked at me
funny.  I took hold of my nipple and ran it against one of the strings of the
guitar.  The sharp metal string felt so cold and harsh on my sensitive breast.
It played a note softly.

	"Thanks.  I've always wanted to do that,"  I said.  I was so into it.
He seemed powerless.  "Keep an eye on my tent for me, ok?"  I teased.

	I went into my tent to change.	It was semi-dark.  I turned on my big
flash light and shone it behind my body and out looking at him.  Only the
screen was closed, so I could seem him looking at me.  I moved around freely.
 I tried to pretend that my body was soup and that I was pouring it.  I put
on Jean shorts and a short mid-drift top.  No panties.	No bra.  I walked
over to him. I felt so incredibly sexy.  So much sexier than in so long.

	"Did you see me?"

	"Yes.. you're beautiful.."

	"Come here then."  I stuck out my hand as if he were a little child
about to cross the street.

	"We shouldn't.."

	"Why?"

	"Just your so young.. and so compelling.. and so.. well, you deserve
more."

	"It's ok.  I want this.  Don't you?"

	"Yes.."  Something got into him.  He picked me up and carried me into
his tent.  His tent was bigger than mine and more comfortable.	How did he
know that I loved being carried?  He kissed me as he carried me.  All over my
face and my nose.

	He lied me down on the air mattress in his tent and straddled me.  We
kissed and kissed.  His tongue sucked at my mouth and his mouth at my lips. 
His hands peeled my shirt off and he covered both breasts completely in his
hands. He squeezed them and flicked his finger harshly over my breasts.  "Oh
yeah, oh yes..." I muttered.  I reached my hands under his shirt and spread
them all over his broad chest.

	"You want to be wanted, is that it?"  I would have said yes to anything.
 That was one time in my life that I wasn't up to any coherent thinking.  I
pinched his nipples and felt him tense up against me.  He reached back for a
moment and took his shirt off.  I hugged him close to me and then lowered my
hands to his shorts.  I pressed my hands against his bulge and let my fingers
outline it.  As he tried to unbutton my shorts, I reached for his.  I fumbled
with the button for a bit.  It finally came undone and I pulled his shorts and
underwear down.  His cock sprang out, and in fact it rubbed against my knee,
which I had up in the air to allow him better access to my pussy.

	Both of our shorts came off and I fitted my hand around his cock.  My
one hand rubbed up and down and the other held his balls.  He kept pushing his
cock into my hand harder.  I took it.

	His finger slid into my pussy deep.  He rubbed in and out and
squeezed my clit.  It made me jump.  He inserted a second finger and wiggled
them around to loosen my pussy up.  His fingers were so big compared to mine.
 He then lowered himself and placed his mouth on my pussy.  Instinctly, I
pressed my pussy into his mouth.  His head sunk into the air mattress as his
tongue licked my cunt.	He licked and licked and I was just rubbing all I
could get into his mouth.  I was moaning and my clit would slip against his
teeth every once in awhile and my whole body would jump at the sharp tingle. 
He was pushing his tongue in and out of my pussy and I was watching him and I
couldn't stand it, I was going to cum, but I wanted him in me.	His cock
dangled.  The head looked so purple and thick and it was drewling with
pre-cum.

	"Let me have your cock.."

	He got the idea but then suddenly, as if real life shook him, he said,
"Damn, I don't have a condom.."

	"It's ok.. I'm on the pill."

	"Oh, sweetie," he said and he kissed me furiously.  I reached down
and rubbed his cock all over the outside of my pussy.  I rubbed my clit into
it, and then finally I let his cock find my entrance.  I lifted up to him
somewhat and he pushed his cock deep in my pussy.  It was so big and so hot. 
We were so hot together and he pumped into me really hard.  Our bodies were
tight together and my mouth was all over his mouth.  I felt like I couldn't
get enough.  I grabbed him so hard and squeezed my pussy muscles around his
cock.  My body shook and as he pinched my nipples I felt myself clench up
around him.  His hands grasped my ass firmly.  I knew I was cumming, that I
was cumming violently, passionately..  And just then, he pushed a finger into
my moist ass.  He moved his finger around and I felt the skin between his
finger and his cock being pinched.  I sucked at his mouth and held on really
tight as my body went wild.  At about the same time I felt him cum, shooting
his hot sticky cum into my pussy.  I felt it so deep inside me, and then it
leaked out around my ass.

	The only thing I regret is that I wished I could have had pictures of
us lying  together in the tent after orgasm.  With my nipples erect and my
pussy soaking wet.  I lied half on top of him and fiddled with his cock.  I
just love touching cocks.  I moved my fingers up and down it.  Just feeling
the bumps and the soft skin.  It got hard once again, but this time under my
fingers.

	"Oh, what's your name?"  I asked.  It felt so weird to be asking that at
that moment, but I didn't know, and all of a sudden I wanted to say his name.

	"Dan."

	"I want to suck you, Dan."  I tightened my grip on his cock.  He
moaned in response.  I got off of him so that I could turn my body around to
suck him.  I stuck my tongue out and just licked around the hole in the top
of his cock. I cleaned up the remainder of cum.  I just swirled my tongue
around the tip. Then lowering my head I took his cock in my mouth a decent
amount.  I never seem to be able to remember what I'm thinking from the
moment I decide to lower my head to when his cock is in my mouth.  I imagined
how warm and wet my mouth must have felt around him.  I tried to hold my lips
tight around him but he pumped his cock deeper into my mouth.  It went deep
in and out and I tried to move my mouth with the motion.  His cock hit the
back of my throat and automatically my mouth went up on his cock some.	It
was like a tease for him.  He could get it to hit the back of my mouth, so
that he could feel the tender flesh, but I couldn't keep my mouth that far
down on him.  So instead I started lapping my tongue around him.  I moved my
tongue back and forth swiftly on his cock.  He moaned and murmured and his
hands ran over my ass and under my body to my breasts.	He kept touching me. 
He squeezed my breasts as he starting cumming in my mouth.  I tried to
swallow it but let some drewl out of my mouth.	I took his cum and rubbed it
on my nipples.	I loved how sticky it felt.  I slid back up to him and I was
tight in his arms.

	"Stay with me," he whispered in my ear.

	"Yeah," I said, not knowing what he meant.

Possibly To Be Continued..

Send questions, comments, and suggestions to glossyz@hotmail.com

This is posted by takeme@iamit.com to send advertisements there.

All other stories that I have written are at
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The above story assumes that there is no such thing as AIDS or STDs. You
should have been of legal age to read the story above.	If you weren't, you
better be awful careful not to get caught.  Remember:  Delete your Cache. 
Empty your recycle bin also.  And look through all your parents stuff for any
signs that they've gotten a "Let's spy on my kid's computer activities"
software program. (Writing the disclaimers are almost as fun as writing the
story..) Despite what the story leads you to believe, it was fictional. 
Sorry.	In fact I've never had sex, so... I don't have a choice about the
fiction part.



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