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Nav came out of the tent muttering under his breath. I could hear the curse words he was uttering quietly as he stamped his feet into his hiking boots. "I'm walking over the bath house. Another fucking walk to take a piss. Tell me again why we couldn't go to a hotel...."
I sat the French press I was using to make Nav's coffee down on the picnic table at our campsite and sighed. "Nav, look around. There are only a few other people in the tent area of this campground, and with the trees, they can't see us. The RV folks are clear on the other side of the campground, the for sure can't see us; just go pee in the woods. There are woods RIGHT THERE behind our tent," I said, pointing. "Your coffee is going to be hot and waiting for you. It's very manly to piss in the woods, I promise."
Nav harrumphed something it being manlier to go in a hotel bathroom in Vegas, but he went around behind the back of the tent. We had checked into the campground Saturday morning, 24 hours before, and Nav had sulked the whole time. Actually, he had started sulking before we even left our house in Los Angeles, when he found the receipt from the camping supply store, but this was the first trip we had taken as a couple since the oldest of our two kids was born 10 years before, and I really wanted it to work. We had planned this trip to reignite the fire in our marriage, but so far the sparks were falling on wet tinder. Last night, our first night in the tent, I'd zipped our sleeping bags together, but had gotten only a peck on the forehead before he rolled over and went to sleep.
I slipped around the back of the tent and sidled up behind Nav. "Hey," he shouted, "I'm trying to pee here."
"Coffee's all ready. I just thought you could use a little help," I answered, wrapping my arms around his waist and sliding my hand around his cock. "I could give it a shake for you; you used to like that." Nav didn't answer, just brought his arms up and put them over mine, pulling me close, my breasts pressed into his back, my face between his shoulder blades. Nav is 6'1" and my head doesn't reach his shoulders. We stood there for a moment, silently, until Nav said, "Okay, Abby, give it a shake and let's go get coffee. It smells delicious." I smiled. Maybe the tinder was a little drier than I had thought.
I couldn't say that one single thing about Navjit Mathur made me fall in love with him when we met in college. He was smart, funny, and devastatingly good looking. We were both virgins when we started dating, and tried to stay that way, but it didn't last long. Neither of us could keep our hands, our mouths, or various other body parts off each other. It stayed that way for a long time, even through the grind of me finishing law school. But then the kids came—10 and 8 now—and Nav built his IT consulting business while I built my law practice. With family and career, something had to give, and it turned out to be our sex life.
I had realized, three weeks before, as we did our all too frequent ritual of sitting at our respective laptops on opposite sides of the dining room table (this qualified as "spending time together," you see, whereas if we had been doing the same thing at our desks in the home office, that would have been "working," and not "spending time together"—a distinction without a difference) that the time had come for drastic action if we were going to get back on track, sexually speaking. It's amazing that everyone equates Los Angeles with the city of perfect, hot bodies partying until all hours but with the rat race to keep up with careers and, the truth is that L.A. is the city where boners go to die.
"Nav," I had said that night, "sometime in the next month, schedule off a Monday. We're going away for a long weekend. Let me know when by tomorrow. I'll clear my calendar and set it up with your mom to keep the kids." I closed the case files I was working on and started researching campsites a not-to-distant drive from Los Angeles that would still be remote enough to give us some privacy. Nav had grumbled and agreed to give it a try, although he was an Angeleno born and bred after his parents came here from India, and he and had no interest in nature unless there was a coffee shop or sushi place nearby. The grumbling had only intensified after we dropped off the kids at his parent's house and began the climb into the mountains and he discovered couldn't get a signal for his iPhone.
"This is bullshit, Abby," he'd complained. "You cannot tell me this is going to be more romantic than a few nights at the Ritz-Carlton." (Nav's idea of communing with nature involves 24-hour room service.)
"Just give it a chance. You've always been a city boy. Even when you go to India, you never step outside a city. I'm just a girl from the Midwest who grew up camping and loved it. Try to be open-minded for me." He'd still grumbled, but at least the cursing had stopped.
Back at the picnic table, Nav stood and sipped his coffee as I watched him. Jesus, was he gorgeous. At 6'1", he was muscled and solid. He worked hard at a desk job that didn't use any muscles other than the hand he used to move his mouse around, but his office had a gym and he went there every day, eating lunch at his desk while he worked and then using his lunch break to go down and lift weights or work with the punching bag. His olive skin contrasted against the fair completion I'd inherited from my Slavic parents. We shared brown eyes, although his were darker, almost black, with an intensity that could take your breath away when he looked at you with anger or love or lust, although it had been too long since I'd seen much of any emotion. As he approached his 40th birthday, his hair was beginning to grey at the temples, which only made him sexier in my eyes. I laid my head against his stomach, wrapping my arms around him. "Isn't it amazing here, Nav?" I asked. "So quiet, no one around anywhere."
"It's too quiet. Birds tweeting is nice and all that, but I'm used to the noise of the city," he answered. I let him go and smiled up at him.
"I can think of a few noises you might like to hear," I said, as the zzzzzzip of me pulling down the zipper of his cargo shorts joined the sound of bird calls. I reached into his shorts, slid my hand through the opening of his boxers and pulled out his cock, which was just beginning to harden.
"Abby," he hissed. "We're in public."
"No, we're not," I answered as I stroked his thick shaft to hardness. "We're in the middle of nowhere. All the RV campsites are a mile away and the only other tent campers left an hour ago to go out on a hike with the camp host. So let me make a little noise for you, and maybe you'll make some for me," I said, lowering my mouth to his manhood and taking the bead of pre-cum that had formed there onto my tongue. I moved down to the base, bathing his entire cock with long strokes of my tongue that went from the root of him clear up the tip, then swirling my tongue around the head before I took him full in my mouth. Nav wrapped his hand into my long, dark auburn hair and growled, pushing his thick shaft deep into my mouth.
