I wonder what I am doing?

Life is a roller coaster, the bigger the hill the deeper the valley.  Sometimes you are just sitting in the seat, locked in place while you wait for something to happen.  I don't know where I am on the ride right now.

If we continue this metaphor, going up the hill is hard work but there is a lot of anticipation and excitement.  Have you ever been stuck going up on a roller coaster...it sucks.  The sun is hitting you square in the face, you are locked in at an odd angle and just waiting.  It is a little scary because if feels like you could just go crashing backward at any time and you KNOW that the next set of cars is sitting in the station, waiting to be crushed.

Or even worse, you are in the front car and dangling over the hill, thrust forward staring down at the tracks and just as uncomfortable as can be.  Somewhere a teen ager is pressing a red button to alert the one guy at the park who knows what the fuck to do.  A tattered binder is being thumbed through to review a long ago written protocol on how to get people down from the first hill.  At least you think that is happening, realistically they are all just sitting there and looking at you helplessly stuck, secretly hoping that something really bad happens so they can capture it on Youtube.

When at last the roller coaster does get going the ride is dampened, you just want to get out of the car and take a piss.  The twirls and curls do not entice screams of joy, you are just happy that the wind is drying some of the pool of sweat that you are sitting in.  When you get back to the station and get out you curse your luck and watch and the next group of riders jump in with joy.

I have mentioned Sisyphus before.  The eternal bolder pusher in Greek mythology.  My life for the past few years has made me particularly interested in his plight.  Dammed to an eternity of fruitless labor.  One step forward and two steps back.  Stuck on the hill...

I have tried many things to get my life moving and they all work to some degree.  We implement a new plan and we get good results and we think, "Finally!  We figured it out, we got the machine moving!!"  Then the next month everything goes back to the way it was, nothing had really changed, it is all just dumb ass luck.

I imagine a change in geography will help things, get me out of this damn desert.  It might!  The economy in this area sucks balls and has sucked balls for a long time.  Hindsight being 20/20 I would have never moved to this shithole of a city.  Uprooting a life is never that easy and I seem to be the only person really suffering here.  Everybody else just wants me to keep pushing on.

So I pick up the rock again and start the walk up the hill.

It is the absurdity of life and the human condition.

There are four answers to the absurd:

1.  Suicide
2.  Find god
3.  Accept the absurd nature of life and just keep going anyway
4.  Accept the absurd nature of life and realize that because it is absurd and nothing REALLY matters, you can just do whatever the fuck you want, because in the end...everyone dies and life is meaningless.

While #1 is tempting due to its simplicity I can't go down that road again.
#2 is just a lie and I have trouble drinking that Cool Aid
#3 is where about where I am at, I just have not accepted the absurd
#4 is where my other foot is, but in a way it is comparable to #1

I also do realize that being stuck this way is a mental thing.  Value is only ascribed by me to any event or situation.  There is no inherent value or meaning in my situation.  I can CHOOSE to feel however I want to feel about life and the absurd.  This is an easy concept to say, but to practice this takes a lot of self discipline and effort.

We are, by nature, reactive.  To overcome our reactive nature you have to be mindful at all times.  In the beginning of mindfulness you must have practices, daily and hourly, that put you where you want to be.  You will still feel the reactive feelings, the process is to stop, recognize them, set them aside and CHOOSE your feeling.  It is summed in the saying, "Fake it till you make it."

The stupid thing is, I feel like I used to be this way.  I feel like I had this shit figured out and I have backslid to where I am now. 

The historian in me wants to figure out what happened.
The little bitch in me wants to find out who to blame.
The Freud in me wants to analyze it and find my rationalizations and correct them.
The Jung in me want to just get over it and start new.
The Bobby McFarrin in me just says, "Don't worry, be happy."
And my penis just want a warm wet place to piston into.

"In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life: It goes on."  Robert Frost

Who should I hire...

Yes I get to hire someone.  Well, not really, I turned over hiring and firing to someone else a while ago, but in the end I really have the final decision.  Someone is leaving on good terms so we need to replace her.  I am happy with the result, she was on the bubble for quite a while but people love her so we kept trying to train and basically built a box around her of shit she can do and took care of the rest ourselves.

So, I get to hire someone.  I do not do the interviews, nor do I look at applications, and that is fine, it is boring work and very frustrating.  I get exhausted looking at misspelled words, badly worded cover letters, the same excuse every time, "Although I do not have experience in the industry...bla...bla...bla..."

Go get experience elsewhere, I need someone that can hit the ground running and make my business even better than it is...

We have had a few people move through the interview process and I have got glimpses of them.  All very qualified but many of them over stating their ability.  That is difficult to tease out, you have to give them tasks or present opportunities and see how they react.  Yes, everything in the interview is a test and scored and on your permanent record.

To be fair we let people know in the interview that we like it when people step up and take the reigns, we basically tell you what we want to see you do, then we give you an opportunity to do it, MANY opportunities...  It is amazing how many people can not pick up on our hints and just sit passively.

Now, the girl today is fucking cute as a button.

Seriously, she could bathe in a thimble and has the cutest eyes that scream, "fuck me." 

Ok, maybe I am just reading into it a little, but she is tiny and cute and tight in all the right places.  If I saw her picture on the internet I would be looking to meet her.

So...I am keeping my distance.  I am letting others make the decision.  I am putting the blinders on.  If she gets hired or not I will have no say in it at all.

Because:  "you don't shit where you eat."

I will not lie, some eye candy around here would be nice.  I have never hired for looks beyond looking professional and clean.  There have been a few girls that I would have loved to see their sweet little asses swaying around the office, but it always has been about all they had to offer. 

It would be nice to get a good combo of smart, motivated, well spoken, organized  and spinner hotness to boot.

We will see....

TMI Tuesday...

TMI Tuesday time. Answer these interesting questions adapted from Red Lipstick Project’s Sexual IQ test.

1. You want to make love, but your partner says they’re too tired:
A. You’re annoyed and frustrated.
B. It’s a bummer, but you understand they’ve had a long day.
C. You give your partner an awkwardly long hug and say you’re happy to wait. It’s better when you’re both into it.
D. You get nervous and worried. Maybe your partner is cheating or doesn’t think you’re attractive anymore.

It can be any of the three other than D.  I do understand being tired, I do understand being gassy, I do understand that the mood needs to be right.  However, when it is a daily thing for months and years...I get a bit annoyed and frustrated.  Sex is a rather important thing and the lack of sex can lead a man to look to other venues to get fulfilled.  In a perfect world making love just happens when both people feel it will happen, in the real world it either gets scheduled like a chore or it just goes to the wayside.

2. Who is having better sex? You or your best friends?
A. I am, obviously.
B. We don’t talk about our sex lives. Ever.
C. We all have our good times and bad times. We don’t usually compare.
D. My friends have all the good sex. I can’t keep up.

I really don't know, if we are talking about sex with the spouse it would most likely be my best friend.  I have not had sex with the wife in about 4 months now.  If we are talking about any sex at all...still don't know.  He is a rather wild guy and likes things to go well so I imagine his sex is rather good.  If I had to  guess I would say it's a tie.

3. How do you feel right after sex?
A. Sweaty and ready to shower. A little gross.
B. Satisfied and energized. Ready to take on the world.
C. Calm and happy, falling asleep.
D. A bit let down and tired.

I have felt all four.  Many times with the wife it is right before bed time or past bed time.  We only seem to fuck in the pitch black, late at night.  In those cases I feel like I want a shower and a little gross.  I don't want to spend the night sticking to the sheets.  I have also felt this way when a professional visit did not go the way I imagined.  A few times when I started doing this I would meet a girl who had misrepresented herself in her pictures.  For some reason I felt I needed to go through with it because I had asked for their time.  I always felt disgusting after, so I learned to walk away.

With a great escort I will feel satisfied and energized, an hour of great sex with a willing partner who is there it make sure I have a great time can make me fell like a million bucks.  This is what keeps people like me, doing what we do.  I don't even like to wash after this kind of sex, I want to feel and smell sex for the rest of the day.

Rarely do I feel calm and happy and fall asleep.  I usually do not have the time.  It would be nice to have the time to just sit and relax.  I am hoping to take a girl on a business trip one day and just be able to fuck and sleep.  It have never worked out when I have tried in the past.

I have also felt let down, it usually happens when my ATF/SB puts me off for another person, makes me wait for no reason, or treats me like a chore that she has to get done.  It makes me feel old, dirty, and just tired of doing what I am doing.  I sometimes walk away wishing I had masturbated at home instead.  It also makes me mad, I don't know why I cannot be getting this at home...

4. Which is better? Being a man or woman?
A. Men have it so much easier
B. Women have it so much easier
C. I’m having too much fun being me to worry about it.
D. Is there really much of a difference?

I only know one side of this, the man part, so everything else is just a guess.  Being a man is rather great.  I can pee standing up, for the most part I am bigger and stronger, I get to shoot guns, hunt, fish, watch and play sports.  Guys shit is just cooler than girl shit in my opinion

Girls have to bleed once a month, deal with hormones, possibly get pregnant, have bitchy friends, deal with every asshole wanting to fuck them, have the demand to be at home yet get a job, push a baby out their vagina.  Girls have an impossibly high bar of body shape and beauty that beats them down all the time.  Girl stuff sounds awful.

But, girls get to wear some awesome clothes, they get to hug and cuddle with friends without it being gay, girls get multiple orgasms, that in and of itself is awesome.  Girls can get laid at the drop of a hat.  In some instances girls get to stay home and not work.  Girls get to finger themselves whenever they want and can always look at some boobies...

Guys have to work, we have this weird sex drive that fucks with us constantly, we sink a bit more and have gas, guys are expected to be gentle yet fight when needed, we are expected to get hit and not hit back.  Guys are expected to take it all and not let any of the wounds or pain show.

They both suck...

5. You and your partner had sex that wasn’t that good. You:
A. Don’t say anything. Everyone has an off day.
B. Complain or drop hints that things better improve.
C. Consider whether you should break up. Sex is the glue to a good relationship.
D. Discuss it immediately and see if there is anything you should be doing differently.

Don't say anything, what good would it do.  If bad sex happens with my wife, and it usually is bad sex, and I try and bring up what could be better, she will go back and forth in two states:

1.  Attack mode.
2.  Crucifixion mode.

It is either my fault or EVERYTHING is her fault.  It can never be OUR fault.  It can never just be a fucking THING that we can fix together.  This is echoed in any fight or disagreement we have.  She attacks me first, then when I fight back a little she goes into the "Woe is me" act and says shit like, "Everybody just hates me and I am the worst person ever..."  and crawls on her cross and waits for everyone to kowtow to her and sooth her hurt feelings.

I could argue with her method but it has worked for 43 years.

5. What advice do you wish you had when you started having sex?
A. Sex is a great thing–healthy and fun.
B. A proper tour of the reproductive parts as errogenous zones and not from a biology point of view. Bodies are really strange and getting to know them can be awkward.
C. Sex is a beautiful thing but be careful to protect your body from STD’s and pregnancy or you won’t have as much fun.
D. Enjoy sex while you can, because it gets worse as you get older.

I would say all of it.  I would go back and tell myself to just start fucking.  I would tell myself to not be afraid to ask and make the first move.  I would explain a three way and tell myself to not be weirded out by it.  I would show myself how to eat pussy and finger a girl and explain that it is vital to make sure that she cums first and many times.  I would have a long talk about monogamy and explain how later in life you will struggle with it so it would be better for you to just accept and live a polyamory lifestyle starting at a very young age.  I would also tell myself to work out a bit more, when you are younger and muscly you can get a lot more ass than when you are bone thin.

Bonus: What will your sex life be like when you’re 70 years old?
A. I can’t imagine having sex when I get wrinkly.
B. Probably a little sex here and there.
C. Hopefully my years of knowledge and hard work in the bedroom will pay off when I am having good sex in my 70’s.

I expect to still be in the market...literally....

Everyone has their kink.

The bright harsh light was making her sweat.

"Can we get on with this?"  She snapped as she sipped her ice tea.

"Yes, just hold on a little longer, the sun is almost perfect."  The photographer answered.  "Trust me, this will be the perfect picture."

"Can't you just Photoshop it?  I am going to have get my dress dry cleaned before the wedding I am all sweaty."  The bride lifted her arms and fanned at her smooth armpits.

The photographer ignored her and watched the shadows creep up the brick wall.  The groom was sitting and playing on his phone, ignoring everything.  Taking wedding pictures was never his calling but he was good at it and it paid the bills.

"Ok, lets get ready,"  he said.  The groom remained motionless as the bride put down her iced tea and stood on her mark.  The groom, still engrossed in his phone, did not move.

"Come on Greg!"  she barked, "put down your damn phone and stand up."

The groom looked up, "I have to set my lines, hold on."

The photographer watched the shadow creep ever up the wall, in a moment the shadow would fade and the moment would be over.  He watched as the groom sat motionless.  "We will lose the light..."

The groom sighed and stood up, stuffing his phone in his back pocket.  She took his hands and pulled him to the correct spot.

"Ok," the photographer said, "now, lean in and kiss her, lightly...just hold the pose for a moment."

The groom sighed and leaned in.  Their lips met.

The camera clicked as he captured the moment.  Taking extra and a few different angles.

"Is that all?"  the muffled question came from the groom, his lips still motionless against his bride.

"Shut the fuck up you asshole, you said you would do this."  the bride answered in the same muffled way.  "Your breath stinks anyway, stop breathing so hard."  She added.

You could audibly hear him breath out against her face, "fuuuuucccckkk  yooouuuu."

As he took the last photo and the shadow faded just slightly the bride pulled back and pushed the groom away.

"We are done, thank you."  the photographer said, not wanting to have to witness another 'happy couple' argue.

He could hear them bickering as they walked back to their car.  Sitting for a moment he pulled the pictures up on his camera and reviewed them.  They were good, as always.

He packed up his gear and walked back to his car.  The large SUV, most likely belonging to the parents of the 'happy couple' was still there.  As he got closer he could see it rocking slightly.  He pulled open the back door and packed his camera away.  The high pitched squeal coming from the SUV caused him to turn his head and look.

In the tinted window he could see the bride riding her groom in the back seat.  Perfect breasts exposed and dress bunched up around her.  He shook his head as he got into his car and drove away.

Everyone has their kink....

Old flame still burning...

When I was still in senior year of high school, I may have already been married, I was in the office when a new girl showed up to register for classes.  She was from another high school and was moving due to problems with friends.

When I saw her my jaw dropped.  It was instant attraction.  She was a little punk girl and just lit my fucking fire in all the right ways.  I was too star struck to say anything but I do remember us eye fucking each other across the room.

When she left I walked into the counselors office and picked up her paperwork.  Without permission and with nobody noticing I photocopied her information and returned the file to its place.  This was normal behavior for me at the time, I just did whatever the fuck I wanted.  Had I been caught I would have made up a story about what I was doing and they would have believed it...thinking back I was kind of a sociopath.

I saw her off and on but at the time I was dating my soon to be wife and everyone knew it.  Ditching her to go with the new girl would have been messy, although that was my MO.  I had also taken my wife's virginity and she had been rather pissed about it because we were both stoned as fuck when it happened.  It was not planned out or expected, it just happened.  I do remember thinking that it would be rather shitty of me to go after someone else after taking her V card.

Later that school year my wife and I got married for fun and it was over.  We graduated and eventually moved to another state.  Things went south fast and we ended up back in our home state.  We split up and were planning on divorce, oh ya...she was prego also.  I moved out and she moved away and that was it.

I started working at a little telemarketing place, shit work.  I had been through a couple jobs already and it was one of the places that would hire me.  I also had friends who worked there.  I went though training and was moved out to the floor.  I get assigned a seat, my friend was next to me, too cool.  Just when I thought things could not be better the person on the other side of me hung up the phone and turned to introduce themselves.

You have all seen the movie...it was her.  She did not recognize me, how could she, I was her stalker.  I was blown the fuck away.  We chatted every day, quickly became friends.  Her BFF became a good friend of mine also.  Her boyfriend became a good friend.

She was living at home but decided to leave and asked me to help get her stuff.  I did and her parents called the cops, she was not 18 yet.  We had to lay low so her boyfriend got a hotel room and we both stayed in it, he left us there and went home.  That night I confessed that I had always been crushing hard on her from the first day we met.  She remembered me in the office in high school and we laughed about the eye fucking.

That led to us actually fucking.  On the bed, in the shower, on the floor.  We fucked all night.  It was amazing.  I remember sitting at the McDonalds and eating breakfast as we both giggled and smiled at each other.  We kept saying, "we can't do it again,"  and "nobody can know".  Then we went back to the room and fucked before her boyfriend showed up.

She ended up telling him and they broke up.  I got her a place to stay at some college students house in the basement and we started going out.  It was insane how much we had sex.  I then walked in on her having sex with a friend of hers.  I was invited to join.  My small reptile brain would not go there at the time and I got upset.

I tried to chase her up to some place in another town, some guy made me jellous, but got put in jail on my way up there.  Jail was a big deal for me and really messed with my mind.  I ditched all my friends, everything.  I took some time out and reassessed my life.  I ended up getting back together with my wife.  The BFF of the girl and I remaind friends.  I even introduced her to my wife but my wife was VERY bitchy and threatened by her, I was emnbarassed.

I tried to reconnect with the girl a few times but she had met someone else, got engaged and moved away.  The last I heard she was married.  I lost track.  I still know the BFF on FB but we do not talk or anything, just like each others pages.

I have tried to look up the old flame before but I used her married name...I recently looked her up by her maiden name.  I was in the area where I used to live and my mind jumped back to her.  I had seen a news story about her once a few years ago, she had owned a tattoo business that was forced to close due to zoning laws.

I had been spelling her name wrong for years, I misspelled it correctly and suddenly she was there.  She has aged but is still amazingly beautiful.  She is a little hippy spirit and lives over where her BFF now lives.  They are FB friends.  I wonder how I never found her before.

A flood of emotions came over me.  Lots of "what-if's..."

I asked for a FB friendship, we will see if there is any response.  I dream about stopping by her business and just seeing if she recognizes me.  Maybe saying hello....maybe not.

The past is the past, sometimes it should be left alone.  It really only made me think about my present situation.  I have been thinking constantly about divorce.  I am conflicted.  I do not want to live my life this way, I do not recognize who I am and who my wife is.  We do not talk much.  Everything she does irritates me.  We never touch.

Yet, I feel obligated to stay with her.  I feel as if leaving her would be the absolutely meanest thing I could ever do to a person.  Then I flip flop and think, isn't staying with her and not loving her even worse...keeping her from possibly finding happiness with someone else.

I wonder what about when we get even older, what will happen then?

What about our kids?

What about our grandkids?

Our lives seem to be a cascade of effects from that night camping when we fucked.  If not for that we would have broken up many times.

Is there love?  Yes, there is love.  There is also absolute exhaustion and frustration, a desire to just leave.  I asked for marriage counseling for us and was met with outright contempt and anger at the idea of us going.  There is also the money issue, "We can't afford it."  We can afford trips to other states, a new car, any little shit she wants to by online, wine by the crate, and my sugar baby...

We can afford whatever we want to afford...

Sorry for a downer blog post...

TMI Tuesday: Thanks Lexi!!

TMI Tuesday

This is a rip of from Lexi at Exploits of Lexi

I just wanted to answer the questions so I copy and pasted...not very original, however, I might be the only person who did it so...second level originality?

1. Sex. What are your areas of expertise?

Fucking.  "This guy fucks."

Can I say all of it?

I believe I am rather good at eating pussy.  I get into it...glazed face by the time I am ready to transition.  I can finger rather well, everyone pussy is a little different but that spot where you curl your finger and just stroke with a little pressure, almost everyone has that spot.

Fucking is my really good place.  I can stay hard and move to almost any position that my body will allow.  I am dominate, I take control and move you where I want you.  Not in a dickish way, if I feel resistance I will not force anything.

Is it weird to think that I can move my hips really well?  I have seen the video of me fucking and I have some great hip action...lol.

2. How long have you been having sex?

I started jacking off in 8th grade, but that is not sex.  Sex did not start until I was 17 years old.  I wanted to start sooner, and almost did once, but penis-in-vagina sex did not happen until after I had my drivers license...sad..

I wonder how much time I have spent having sex?  Like in 75 years of life you sleep for 25 years of it...

A survey said that we spend about .45% of our lives having sex.  So that means at 75 years you would have had sex for .33 of a year or 120 days or about 4 months.  This is based on people having sex once a week.  Not bad...but it could be better...my math might also be wrong, I am not a god damn mathematician.

I would want my goal to be 1% or more at least.  If I could get the gumption to leave my spouse it could only get better.  .45% of 0 is still 0.

3. What time of day do you prefer to have sex?
a. morning
b. afternoon
c. night

I will have sex at any time.  It does not matter to me.  Sex in the morning is such a great way to start the day.  I don't get it enough...

Sex in the afternoon is when I usually get it.  This is because I can be away from the house at that time and not seem suspicious.  Early afternoon is the best as it leaves me time to clean up and get home.

I like night sex, after an evening of flirting and drinking...so much fun.  Hard sex, bask in the afterglow and go to sleep sticky!  It may gross you out but I love being dirty from sex and sleeping in it.  I love waking up the next day to the smell of pussy on my hands and face.  I like feeling my skin stretch and crackle from the dried cum and pussy juice...LOVE LOVE LOVE.

I do not like pitch black room, going to bed, decided to have sex because it is a Wednesday and it have been a while and "we really need to" sex...fuck that shit...

4. Do you charge for sex? Money or some other means of payment?

Reverse that...and yes, I pay for sex.  I use hookers/whores/prostitutes, well, I used to.  Now I just kind of sugar daddy.  It have been a while since I straight paid to play, the atmosphere around here is not contusive to easy transactions.  Law enforcement has really cramped the "hobby", as they call it.  Additionally, I am spoiled/ruined.  I have had the best sex ever with the most amazing sexual acrobat nymph and I can't hope to find better ever again.  It's a problem that will most likely ruin my marriage (not sure if ruin is the right word...it was already ruined, this will just set the house of fire and force a decision). 

5. How long does your average sexual encounter last?

Approximately one hour.  I know this because time is charged in hour intervals.  I can go for a little over an hour, longer if I get time to rest and have a second shot on goal.  One hour is not much time to meet someone, have a little small talk, get naked, suck/lick/fuck/cum, clean up, dress and leave...you have to pay attention to time.

I love having the sugar daddy arrangement.  I can come over and hang out and talk, go to lunch, drink some wine, get frisky and flirt, move to the bedroom and just let things take shape with no attention to time.  Clean up and dressing are not rushed, it is just two friends fucking. 

I have had marathon sessions of sex where two hours later we are drenched in sweat and exhausted.  Those orgasms are the best, big ones...lots of cum...passing out a little and tingling all over.  Athletic sex/sports fucking can only be done with another professional fucker...

I would love to fuck someone who has never been sports fucked.  They have to be a bit submissive and multiorgasmic.  I love it when I am sore the next day and I get a text from the girl saying she is also sore...muscle sore sex...the best.

6. Do you have a safe word? What is it?

I have never had a safe word and I have never been with someone who has a safe word.  Most of my sex does not include anything where someone would need one.  I do not do bondage, well...very light bondage.  I do not do rape play or any forced sex.  I do like the dom/sub stuff but very light, more like CEO and Secretary...

I agree with Lexi in that all you have to say is "No"or "Stop" at any point and it is over, no questions asked.  If I even feel you move a bit, push against me, dry up slightly, cringe with your face, wrinkle your brow...I will stop and ask if something is wrong.

My pleasure is in strong part derived from my partners pleasure.  YOU have to be enjoying yourself in order for me to be enjoying myself.  Even in situations where my playmate wanted something a little too rough, I had to REALLY be convinced that this was for their enjoyment and pleasure.  I have slapped, smacked, choked and pissed on a person, but it was always with them wanting it WAY more than I wanted it.  That type of concentration on ensuring that I am hurting you the way you want/need without HURTING you is tough and tends to turn me off.

If I had to have a safe word it would be a phrase, "Get that banana out of my ass."

Bonus: Ever had sex so good you broke things or something?

Hell YA!

The first 5 or 10 times the Spinner and I fucked we broke her bed, we did not even stop when it happened.  I have such fond memories of breaking that bead!  We also overturned her couch once, knocked a picture off the wall, spilled wine all over the place.

Before her I am not sure if I ever broke anything other than a cherry...  ;-)

I almost broke my dick once, it scared me to death.  I wondered how I would explain getting my dick broke while I was "at the gym".  Good thing we were lubed up with all the sex grease and I just slipped on up her twat to safety.

Clean mountain air story

I like camping, I used to do it quite often.  Hiking and camping was my preferred style.  Internal frame backpack, dehydrated meals, water purifier, one man tent or no tent at all.  I would leave the world for three or four days at a time and just spend alone time in nature...just get away.

Time has passed and camping turned to Boy Scout outings and being an adult and leadership.  I had a lot of fun on those also, I look younger than I am and at that time I was mistaken for a boy scout far too often.  I had fun with the boys, my son, many of which I still have contact with to this day.  They have kids, families, jobs...it's amazing how time passes.

Now we do car camping.  Not a whole lot, but enough, we wish we could do more but coaching, school, business, life...gets in the way.  I do like the car camping, it is much more comfortable...usually, as long as the air mattress stays inflated.

With my time off work I decided to do some car camping.  I missed the mountain air and I just wanted to get away.  Originally I planned to go alone, I had invited the wife but she was too busy with other plans.  So, I was flying solo.

Then, I thought, what if I invited a secret friend?  We could go to the mountains, hike, camp, cook, talk, fuck...and nobody would ever know!  I got excited about it...this would be SO much fun.  I have a great friend who has wanted to get out of the city, who complains that nobody likes to camp like she does.

Invitation was sent and accepted with glee.

I cleaned, organized and packed the car.  It is difficult to pack a car for two when you are only going alone without anyone noticing.  I alluded to the fact that we would be going camping together soon and wanted to have everything tested, it worked.  I shopped for food and drinks, packed the cooler and we all ready to leave.

I picked her up, a few delays but noting to outlandish.  It was good to be on the road and out of town.  I travel well with people who are good at traveling.  What I mean is, people who are not assholes in the car...people who can chill.  Well, my friend can chill and we had a blast on the way up. 

It took about 2.5 hours in the car before we found the place.  It was a bit busier than I had anticipated it to be.  We wanted something a bit more secluded and private but evening was coming and we needed to pitch a tent (lol).

We found our spot and I unpacked and set up the cook area while she went for a walk with her dog.  I am particular in the way I set up camp and usually do not need help.  Everyone wants to help but they end up just being in the way, additionally, I do not mind doing it at all, so I send them to have fun or collect wood while I get it all done.

When she returned I was all set to cook dinner.  The sun was setting and I wanted to get things going before I had to light the lantern and start the fire.  In the rush of setting up I realized that we had not even kissed yet, something that needed to be fixed right away.  I stopped everything and took her in my arms.  She smiled up at me, realizing what I was doing.

Our lips always seem to melt into each other.  It is the softest and most wonderful feeling when our lips meet.  It was brief but full of lust and wild abandon, kissing in public...well kind of.  It was a taste of things to come.  We parted and I started to cook dinner.

Great conversation, great wine, great food, easy clean-up and fire started, we settled into our camp chairs and I packed a bowl of the good stuff into my small travel bong.  I used to worry about smoking pot in the woods, like the sheriff and his posse are laying in hiding to catch a couple of hippies smoking the devil's weed.  For a moment I had the same feeling before realizing that with the new laws, non of that really matters anymore, PROGRESS!!

I took a big hit and passed it over to her.  The fire danced and threw shadows across the camp site.  The other camp sights drifted farther away as we smoked, drank and laughed.  I played the guitar for a bit before my fingers would not move how I wanted them.  We were laughing so much it did not matter anyway.

I have not been legit STONED in a while, I usually just get a little high.  Tonight, we were stoned...hard stoned.  It was good shit, not the couch lock stuff, good energetic laughing pot.  I put the guitar away, put on the music and we scooted closer and watched the fire while we talked.

Talking turned to touching, touching turned to kissing.  She stood in front of me and put her leg under the cloth arm support of my chair.  It was a bit of a yoga move at first and we laughed quite a bit.  Her other leg threaded through the other arm support and she sat down on my lap.  I scooted up a bit and it was perfect.

We kissed each other in the pine filtered star light.  The rest of the camp area was bright campfires and dark spaces in between and alive with the sound of the evening.  Music, laughter, radios and children playing night games.  All of it faded away when we started to kiss and grind against each other.

I could feel the heat from her pussy through her jean shorts and panties, I had pulled them as far to the side as they would go.  Her hand was stroking my cock but our jeans were in the way.  She stood and removed her shorts and panties, covering herself with the large hoodie sweater she was wearing.  I pulled my jeans mid thigh and we looked around to see if anyone was watching.

Confident in our privacy I smiled at her and she knelt on the ground in front of my chair, lowering her head to my hard cock.  She is the best cock sucker ever and tonight proved no different.  I looked up into the clear night sky and marveled at the number of stars looking down on us as I felt her push me deep into her throat.  I held her head in my hands as she bobbed up and down in my lap.

A light flashed across our camp spot and we both froze, she reached back to pull her hoddie down over her exposed ass.  We waited and laughed, feeling exposed in the bright light of the car.  We expected it to shut off quickly but it did not.  People were moving around and talking, setting up their camp.

They can't see us, I remarked.  I felt her lips close around me again and I giggled, then she giggled, tickling my head with her tongue.  Almost in unison we mentally said fuck it and she started to suck me off again.

She stood and moved back into positon, putting her legs through the chair again and moving over me.  We both glanced at the car light which was still shining, as my cock pushed into her wetness all our concerns were forgotten.  We gasped and held each other tight as her pussy enveloped and held me.  She rocked gently, trying to be as quiet as possible, her muted cries seemed so loud even in the noise of the camp.

The fire flared behind her, a stray piece of wood catching flame, and silhouetted her in the darkness.  My hands here up her shirt feeling her soft breasts as she rocked back and forth.  I lifted her shirt and exposed her breasts and sucked the sensitive nipples.  I imagined someone watching, just outside our firelight, and it excited me even more.

As I played with her body I felt her building to climax, her pace quickened.  I took her small waist in my hands and lifted her up and down, plunging into her depth.  The feeling of being lifted always gets her off and I instantly felt her wetness flow into my lap and she cried out loudly into the night air.  I could feel myself almost cumming as I slammed her against my cock.

The car light extinguished and we both froze, suddenly aware of where we were.  We kissed deeply and held each other.  She suggested we go to the tent and finish.  We untangled and grabbed the chairs to put them under cover for the night, both commenting on how hot our fireside fuck was.  I squared away the camp and we ducked into the tent.

Clothes were piled into the corner and she fell naked onto the bed.  I kissed her soft lips and moved down her body, wanting to taste her wonderful pussy.  I am not accustomed to hair on a pussy, everyone shaves bald now, she had a short growth all over and seemed a little shy about it.

I smiled and growled, licking her from ass to clit, I like you harry, I like you bald, I said and started to eat her out.  She melted into my hands as she always does, with the thin barrier of the tent we felt protected from view and she became more vocal.  I smiled as I felt her pussy flow with excitement, let the neighbors hear us, I thought.

She came again and I moved to mount her, the air mattress had deflated slightly and it made the move difficult.  It was all lust and desire as we arranged our naked bodies and I sank into her again.  I lifted her legs and began hammering away at her small body.  Just shy of rough is how we both like it...athletic...sport fucking.  She came over and over, her pussy clenching as she cried out.  Sweat was dripping off my body and I could taste her sweat on her lip as we kissed.

I felt my cum rise multiple times then settle back.  I was too obsessed with the feeling of her wrapped around me and did not want  it to end.  She was breathless and I could tell she was all fucked out.  I tend to outlast many friends and know the signs.  I slowed and she pushed me gently off her.

As I withdrew and rolled to my back she followed, crawling between my legs and taking me in her mouth to finish me.  The thoughtfulness of this act always amazes and excites me.  I put my hands behind my head and looked up at the sky as she expertly sucked and jacked me off.  I resisted the urge to hold her head and take control.  I concentrated on the feeling of her pleasuring me.

It wasent long before I felt my balls tighten.  I am going to cum, I said gasping.  Her strokes quickened and she braced her body, her fingers softly caressing my wet balls.  I gasped and my body tensed.  It was a hard cum and I felt the slow pulse start in my lower back and work around to my ass and balls, a second powerful pulse began as the first jet of blasted deep into her throat, the second following shortly after.

It was too much for her, a rare event and she gagged and coughed, my cum falling around my cock, yet she still pumped as another stream sprayed into the air.  She took me into her mouth again and sucked the last few jets and swallowed.  Exhausted she collapsed next to me.

Our bodies where slick with sex and sweat as we felt the cool mountain air wash over us.  My mind was lost to the sensation of a extremely hard orgasm.  As the world began to return to normal we huddled together, naked skin hot to the touch.  We both remarked to each other how amazing it had been and how spent we both felt.

I pulled the heavy blanket over us and we spooned together and fell into a light sleep.

The air mattress deflated slowly through the night, forcing us together at one point, then putting us onto the hard ground.  I slipped in and out of sleep, waking to see her naked in the early morning light.  Feeling her hold my body in her sleep, her legs twitching slightly.

In the morning we both woke and smiled and cuddled together.  We kissed lightly, each aware and concerned about the possibility of morning breath, but neither really caring all that much.  Her legs wound around me, my morning wood naturally finding her wetness.  I slipped in easily and we slowly kissed and fucked in the dim morning light.

The excitement of having each other in the morning was so novel that before we realized it we came in unison.  I stayed inside her and we continued to slowly fuck.  The sun light brought us awake and a desire for coffee and morning relief made up separate.

Coffee and breakfast in quiet reflection.  I packed the car up and we took one last walk around.  There were pressing things that we both needed to do, the desire to stay and play around in the forest and stream almost got us.  In the end we returned to the city and parted ways.  I inspected the camp equipment, cleaning and repacking everything and ensuring that there was no sign of our tryst.

What a good weekend.