Hi. There you are. Been here long? Sorry I'm running a little late. I got hung up in traffic. I see you have a soda. Have you ordered lunch yet? Good, let's order then. Yes, I haven't forgotten. You want more stories of outdoor and naked sex. Let's eat first and I'll tell you one of my favorites.
OK. Get settled, and I'll tell you one of my favorite stories of all. After the divorce, I eventually began seeing different women. Most of the women I met were very nice. Yes, there were a few disasters, but overall it was a good experience. Some of the women I ended up having sex with, but I never really seemed to click with any of them. But then I met this one woman. I'm going to call her "Stacey." You know, "The names were changed to protect the not so innocent." She was a real wild one when it came to sex. Sometimes the sex was almost like a wrestling match or a battle. And she was really vocal too. She's the story today.
Oh, I need to tell you that I'm leaving out all the moans and groans and grunts and growls and gasps, the long oh's and ah's and oo's and un's and arg's, the long yesss's and nooo's. You can put them in wherever you want. I'm just going to let your imagination do that. Let's just say that there as a lot of noise when Stacey and I had sex.
It didn't matter what kind of sex we had, she would let herself completely go. Her body was all over the place and she talked and yelled incessantly. I mean she could be loud. Really, really loud. She tried to keep her "enthusiasm" under control most of the time if she thought people might hear. But all it did was make her frustrated. But sometimes her frustration made sex even better.
Stacey got me into sounds of sex too. I found that the talking and screaming during sex turned me on. It was like ... like ... there was a kind of a ... a ... freedom in being able to express the sensations I was feeling in my body through words and sounds. Stacey told me to think of the sounds of sex as a way of coming, of having an orgasm, with words and unintelligible noises.
Anyway, on with my story. You might wonder how I can remember all the words and noises we made. I have relived my experiences with Stacey so many times, over and over in my mind, that I'll never forget what we said. Though I may not tell them exactly or in the order we spoke them, it's as close as I can remember.
One time after a rousing and noisy round of sex, she said, "I wish we could be somewhere where it didn't matter how loud we wanted to be."
I thought for a moment, "How about going camping?"
Her eyes lit up, "That's a great idea. Where? When?"
"I'll make some plans and surprise you."
I had one of those pop-up campers, so all I had to do was find a place. There were several large state and national parks within a few hours drive. I found one with a primitive camping area a long way from the other sites. No electricity, no water, no showers, no bathrooms, nothing but a fire ring and a picnic table. The site was located in a woods along a stream.
"Perfect," I said to myself.
"Perfect," she said when I told her about it.
We decided to leave on a Monday hoping that most of the campers had already left after the weekend. Our hopes were realized because when we got to the campground, we found it completely deserted.
The campsite was a small clearing in the woods, next to a stream. We walked the place over, watched the water in the stream drift by, checked out the picnic table and the fire ring.
Standing in the center of the clearing, Stacey whirled around with her hands above her head. "Oh, this is so perfect. Absolutely perfect."
She helped me set up the camper. I went looking for firewood while she put chairs around the fire ring, put the plastic tableclothe on the picnic table, and organized the camper.
When we finished, I asked, "Are you hungry yet?"
She grabbed my shoulders and shouted, "I'm hungry for sex, I'm hungry for you, I'm hungry for your cock, I'm hungry to yell and scream, and I don't want to do it inside the camper either!"
We pulled a mattress out of one side of the camper pull-out, took it over by the stream, and stripped off our clothing.
Stacey often liked to start sex with oral and this time was no different. She started by kneeling at my feet on the mattress, then looked up at me and told me exactly what she was going to do to me.
She said, each phrase getting louder and louder, "I'm going to take your cock into my hands. I'm going to make you bigger and harder. I'm going to stroke you. I'm going to take you into my mouth. I'm going to use my tongue and my lips and the deepest recesses of my throat. I'm going to lick you and suck you until you're harder than you've ever been. I'm going to use my lips and my tongue and my hands and my fingers and make you explode into my mouth, filling my mouth with your glorious come!"
