I met Doris at a campground about 50 miles from where I live. There was to be a 10K race through the park that morning, and I had unwisely decided to take part. I was camping with my friend Luke and his wife Amy, who had invited me to join them on their last camping trip before Amy gave birth to their first child.
Although I love the outdoors—camping, fishing, mountain biking, skiing, etcetera—this was my first time camping in over three years. A few weeks before I had broken up with my girlfriend of three and a half years. Jenny had not been the outdoors type. Although she loved my firm, muscular body—not to mention my eight-inch dick—she hated doing any kind of exercise herself, so I had kind of eased off on the athletic stuff while I was with her. So now I was concerned that I was no longer in shape to run a 10K. I had only just gotten back into working out, and this was going to be my first test.
I spotted Doris before the race started. She was without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on. She had a great body—her measurements were 36C-22-34—she was about five feet seven and no more than 115 pounds. She had long dark hair which fell almost to her perfect ass, and eyes as blue as the ocean. I knew I couldn’t think about her I had to get my tired 30-year-old body psyched up for the race.
The race began, and as I neared the one-mile point I saw her again—as she passed me. It was bad enough that she was running better than I was, but she also had a guy right on her tail. It seemed kind of odd, though, the way this guy kept talking to her as we ran. He was really huffing and puffing, and she didn’t seem to pay any attention to him—almost seemed to be trying to get away from him.
They were about 20 yards in front of me when the guy just stopped and dropped to his knees. He cried out, “Doris!” and she looked back for the first time, then stopped and went to his aid. I just kept on going, and when I saw a race official about 100 yards further on, I informed him that there was a guy back there who possibly needed help.
The race seemed to go on forever, but finally I crossed the finish line. As I tried to catch my breath and stretch out, I spotted her again. I went over to her and, in between gasps for breath, I asked her if her friend was okay. She informed me that he wasn’t her friend, but rather her roommate’s boyfriend, and that she was sure he was faking an injury to save face. She then commented on my Chicago Bears T-shirt, saying that she was from the Midwest too. As we exchanged chitchat while catching our breath, it became apparent that we had a lot in common—both transplanted Midwesterners, both into athletics, and most important to me both single and available. We ended up making plans to bike over the hill and spend the afternoon at the beach.
Once we got to the beach, Doris peeled off her tight Lycra bike pants and extra-large T-shirt to reveal the skimpiest string bikini imaginable. Her bright yellow top was strained to the max in an effort to hold in her heaving breasts. The matching bottom was no more than a small triangle in front and a thin strip of material wedged between the firmest, tannest ass cheeks I’d ever seen.
We had a good time getting to know each other that afternoon. Among other things, Doris told me about her roommate’s lame boyfriend, the one who had fallen down in the race, and all the shit he had pulled since she’d moved here two months ago. She said that whenever he stayed the night with her roommate he would walk around their apartment in his briefs, and sometimes even in the nude, exposing himself to her. The night before he had “accidentally” grabbed her tit. She was really getting tired of it.
By the time we got back to camp it was starting to get dark. As we pulled into her campsite, her roommate and the jerk boyfriend announced that they had already eaten dinner, and there weren’t any leftovers. Doris was really pissed. I jumped at the opportunity to ask her to have dinner with me and my friends.
We went over to our campsite, where Amy had a nice meal all ready. I opened a bottle of red wine and we all sat down to a great feast. Afterward we sat around the campfire with a second bottle, and the four of us got along fine.
Around 10 o’clock Luke and Amy retired to their tent. What with the wine and the moonlight, Doris and I started to get a little romantic, but she kept it within limits. At about 11 I walked her back to her campsite. We kissed good night, and I went over to the public bathrooms before heading back. As I came out I heard Doris having a big fight with her roommate and the jerk. Then she came storming out of the tent, looking furious. It seemed the jerk had tried to grab her tit again, and she said there was no way she was sleeping in the same tent with him.
I, being the gallant gentleman that I am, offered her my tent for the night, saying that I could sleep out under the stars. Doris smiled and said she appreciated the offer, but she couldn’t kick me out of my tent. Then she said, “But you know, I’m sure that tent is big enough for two.”
With that she went to get her sleeping bag, and we set out for my tent. We set our sleeping bags side by side and got inside them. Once in my bag, I didn’t hesitate to take off my pants and shirt. Doris followed suit, wriggling out of her tight jeans and setting them beside her outside the bag.
We lay there in silence for a few minutes, and then I rolled over so I was facing her, and we kissed. At first I thought it was going to be just a good-night kiss, but as our lips lingered, I knew things were starting. As the kiss became more passionate, I ventured forward with my tongue, which was warmly received. Everything was slow, but not at all tentative. We were taking our time, both of us knowing that we had all night to enjoy ourselves.
Our sleeping bags, which had never been fully zipped, were soon wide open, and we began caressing each other sensuously. I trailed kisses from her mouth over her cheek to her ear, then down her neck to her shoulder before I moved back to her mouth. I easily slipped her T-shirt over one shoulder and began working my way toward her right breast. The loose shirt gave me easy access, but I avoided her taut nipple as I savored the soft flesh of her breast. Her breathing was starting to get heavy. When I moved back up to her mouth, I pulled her over me and removed her top.
Doris then made a journey of her own, pausing to remove my T-shirt, then treating my nipples to the attention I had not given hers. Rolling her over, I worked my way down again, this time giving her nipples no mercy, and her heavy breathing turned into full-fledged moans. After devouring both breasts, I proceeded further down. As my mouth moved lower, I slid my hands down her sides. When I got to her skimpy panties, she raised that perfect ass off the sleeping bag, encouraging me to remove them.
With the help of the full moon shining through the tent window, I now looked upon what I had only dreamed of before. I had known at the beach that she must have kept her bush trimmed in order to wear such a revealing thong but I was not prepared to see it neatly shaped into a small golden heart! Other than that, all the hair near the pouting lips of her cunt and around her asshole was completely removed, so that she was smooth as a baby.
I had intended to tease her by holding back, as I had with her nipples, but I could not restrain myself, and just dove in head first. I could not get enough of her sweet charms. I licked, tongued, kissed, and nibbled with wild abandon. I devoured those lovely lips as the inner petals of her pussy opened like an American Beauty rose. Then, seeing that her clit was so enlarged that it was peeking out from under its hood, I began a merciless attack on it. Again her heavy breathing turned into moans, which then became little screams, and soon her whole body was shaking as she shouted out her joy. She was so loud that I heard some old fart in a nearby campsite make a loud comment about keeping it down so he could get some sleep. Neither of us paid any attention.
As Doris’s orgasm subsided and she returned to reality, she realized that I hadn’t come yet. She hadn’t even met Mr. Happy. She then proceeded to make the introductions herself as she removed my underwear. Her delicate touch and wet kisses on my shaft, balls, thighs and even my ass soon made Mr. Happy harder than the redwood tree my tent was pitched under and it felt damn near as tall . After driving me crazy with her tongue, she took almost half of my unit in her mouth, and I could feel the head starting to go down her throat. After only a few minutes of this I had to stop her before it was too late. She didn’t want to stop, until I promised her that she could have my second load in her mouth.
With that promise she crawled sensuously up my body like a cat sneaking up on a bird. Soon she was lowering that golden body down on me, taking in all I had to give. As she rode me slowly, I could feel each and every inch of my staff going into her, and then emerging again as she lifted herself slowly and gracefully. This slow, easy motion drove me crazier than her mouth had, and I don’t know how I managed to hold off as long as I did.
After about 10 minutes of this, she began to pick up the pace. As her speed increased we rolled over, and she pulled me down as she wrapped her long legs around me. Before long I was pounding into her with long fast strokes, harder and harder, faster and faster. Her legs went up in the air, then wrapped themselves around my waist again, until finally I couldn’t hold back any more. Jet after jet of my come surged into her now spasming body. As I finally collapsed on top of her in total exhaustion, we heard clapping coming from throughout the campground. We didn’t care in the least.
The next morning, after a wonderful, passionate— though quiet this time—session of lovemaking during which I kept my earlier promise to her we discovered that Doris’s roommate and her jerk boyfriend had broken camp and left all of her stuff just sitting out there where the tent used to be. That did it. We returned to the city that afternoon, and Doris’s things were moved into my apartment before the sun went down.—V.N., Portland, Oregon