The next morning, I woke up with my arm around Debbie's body, her back to me, and my hand on her breast. I immediately noticed that my cock was hard and pressed against her ass.
I started to move my arm so I could roll away from her, and I felt her hand grasp my wrist.
"Good morning," she said softly, holding tightly to my wrist.
"Good morning," I replied.
Debbie then started wiggling her ass against my cock. "Mmmmmm," she moaned softly. "Do you always wake up like this?"
"No," I replied.
"No?"
"No. Usually I wake up with my boner pressed into my mattress, not a beautiful blonde's ass."
"Awww. You're sweet," she said as she rolled over to face me.
She then wrapped her hand around my shaft and started slowly stroking it.
I watched as she then leaned down and slowly slid her mouth down the length of my rod.
"Oh damn!" I moaned, laying my head back down.
"Slide your body around," I told her a few minutes later, reaching my hand down.
"No," she told me, holding tight to my shaft. "I want this morning to be about you."
"Besides," she said a couple of seconds later, "my ... pussy ... is a little sore."
Debbie spent the next few minutes stroking my cock as she sucked and lick on it, slowly bringing me to my orgasm.
"Oh shit, baby!" I moaned. "I'm going to cum!"
Debbie moaned and stroked me faster, sliding her lips down farther and keeping them there.
I reached down and held her head as I felt my balls start to tighten. "Oh damn!" I exclaimed as I felt my cock start to spew out my load.
Debbie moaned again as she started swallowing, trying to keep up with my spurts.
A couple of minutes later my body melted into the sleeping bag as she let my softening rod slip from her mouth.
"Yum!" she exclaimed as she licked her lips. "I could get used to that!"
"Good!" I breathed softly. "So could I!"
A few minutes later, Debbie rolled over and stood up. "I'm going to go wash up," she told me. "I don't think it would be a good idea going back to camp with your stuff all over me."
I watched as she walked down to the edge of the lake nude, her tight little ass wiggling with every step.
I then got an idea and rolled over, reaching in to my backpack. I pulled out my camera and quickly focused in on Debbie as she stepped in to the water.
I took a couple of shots of her from that distance, and then started walking toward her.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked when she saw my camera pointed toward her.
"Taking a few pictures," I told her. "I can't let a beautiful sight like that go without preserving it!"
"You're crazy!" she exclaimed as I took a couple more pictures.
"Crazy about you, maybe," I replied.
"Stop!" she told me, splashing water at me.
"Make me," I replied, smiling at her.
"How are you going to get those pictures developed?" she asked. "Someone else will see them!"
"I do my own developing," I replied. "No one will ever see them but me, and you if you want."
She stood in the water and looked at me for a few seconds. "Do you promise me that no one else will EVER see them?" she asked.
"You have my word," I told her.
"Well, I guess that's ok," she replied.
I took a couple more pictures of her, her body wet and glistening in the morning light, before I joined her in the lake.
We both cleaned up and dried off, and then went back to our campsite for some breakfast.
"This is beautiful," she sighed, looking out at the lake as we cleaned up after we ate. "I see why you like camping so much."
"Yeah, but unfortunately we have to get back soon," I told her.
"I know," she sighed.
We broke camp a few minutes later and started making our way back to the main campsite. As we walked, I decided that I wanted to take a few more pictures of her, so I mentally thought out my plan.
We stopped about an hour later, at a ridge overlooking the valley we camped in. after we set down our packs, I pulled out my camera again and aimed it at Debbie.
"Take off your shirt," I told her.
"What? Why?" she asked, looking shocked.
"Because I asked you to," I responded.
Smiling at me, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse at tossed it on top of her backpack. She then unhooked her bra and tossed it on top of her blouse and turned toward me.
I spent the next few minutes posing her and taking pictures, using the natural scenery as a backdrop.
A little while later we started hiking again, but this time I convinced her to go without her bra. "You can put it back on before we make it back," I told her.
To my surprise, she agreed and we were on our way.
We made a couple more stops to rest and take pictures, each time getting her to be a little more daring in her poses. At our last rest, only a couple of miles from camp, I got her to pose with her hands on her pussy, her fingers just above her clit.
In the light, I could see her clit standing up proud, her juices shining.
"Touch yourself," I told her.
"What?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"You heard me," I replied. "I want to watch you. If I can't make love to you, then do it yourself."
"I've never done that before," she said softly. "I don't know what to do."
"Just do what feels good," I told her. "As long as you enjoy it, there really is no wrong way."
"And you want to watch me?" she asked.
"Yes, I do," I told her. "I think that would be really sexy."
"Ok," she replied softly.
"Just close your eyes if you want, and do what feels good," I told her.