Chapter 2

When I arrived at the Bowman's house, I was sure Mrs. Bowman would run out to greet me since this would be our first time we had seen each other since Vegas. It had been over two months since then and Carter had asked me to go with him on a family camping trip. So here I was, flannels, sleeping bags and the whole nine yards, ready to trek into the woods with the Bowman family.

Carter grabbed his things and closed the trunk to his BMW as his parents walked out of the house. The little ball of energy turned into a massive nuclear cloud when I saw Mrs. Bowman. I stared at her tanned body as she walked down the steps to greet us. Her husband followed with his cell phone stuck to his ear so he could wave to us. He walked back inside while his wife hugged and greeted her son. I stood patiently, thinking of what to say, waiting for her to throw her arms around me.

"Hey Cooper" she said as she half-smiled and turned to walk inside.

What the hell was that!? I was expecting her to ravish my body, right here in the driveway and all I get is a half-assed hello. It took me aback but I figured she didn't want to let her family know how close we actually were. This thought contented me enough to not think about it any further and go inside.

We packed that night so we could leave the next morning. After dinner Carter and his dad wanted to run to the store to pick up some last minute supplies. I told them I was going to stay and help Mrs. Bowman with the dishes. As soon as the door closed, I approached her.

"Not a very warm welcome you gave me earlier" I said with a smile.

"Sorry Cooper but Vegas was a mistake. I was drunk and lonely and made some very bad choices. I am a married woman and you are my son's friend. That is how it will stay". She sounded stern but almost reluctant at the same time.

"Well then, I guess this will be a pretty dull camping trip then. Then again, at least you have your husband to entertain you..." I said it in order to hurt her feelings.

"We had fun for a week but that week is gone..." she said as she walked in the other room.

We left at 7 A.M. sharp and arrived at the river bank by noon. We set up shop right on the bank under some trees. It was a really great looking site and would make for a great weekend. Me and Carter set up the tent and got our bedding squared away. Mr. and Mrs. Bowman starting cooking hamburgers and sausages for lunch. I could see Mr. Bowman was trying his hardest to flirt with his wife but she completely shut him out, going only as far a few smiles.

I spent the rest of the night fishing with Carter and his dad. Me and Carter were snagging up trout while all his dad caught was a small catfish. We needed pliers to pull the catfish off the line so I ran back to camp to grab a pair. As I approached, I heard the sound of a familiar moan followed by heavy breathing. As I got closer, I realized Mrs. Bowman was in the tent, rubbing herself under her sleeping bag. When I got closer, I heard what she was saying between moans.

"Ohhh Cooper. God I want you again. MMMMmmmm..." I smiled, grabbed the pliers and turned to head back to the river.

After dinner, I decided to rinse the sweat and fishy smell off in the river so I ran down a bit from camp and stripped down. As I washed myself I felt like someone was watching me. I scanned the trees and noticed Mrs. Bowman picking up branches for firewood but she was staring right at me. I got out and toweled off, giving her a something to look at before I wrapped the towel around my waist.

As we all climbed in the tent, Mrs. Bowman moved over so I could slip in next to her, leaving us in the middle. As soon as I had lain down, she turned and wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed him goodnight. I was falling asleep and thought everyone else had done the same when I felt something against my leg. It idled there for a second and then slid across my thigh to my stomach, just above the waistband of my basketball shorts. I then felt a finger slide underneath the elastic, followed by the tips of the other four fingers. The hand then traversed down to my dick where the fingers stopped and slowly wrapped around the base. The fingers slid up and down the shaft and curved around my balls.

I leaned over and began sliding my hands down the side of her body, pulling her closer to me. She froze in shock, realizing that I wasn't asleep. I continued to caress her and pulled her hair so I could suck under her jaw. She breathed in deeply and I heard her reluctantly mutter my name. As she continued to fondle my cock, I began to softly rub the creases between her thighs. She spread her legs allowing my hand to find what it was looking for.

I put my leg between hers to gain leverage and began sucking on her tits. I then proceeded to finger her gently which made her grab the sleeping bag tightly. I licked my way down to her pussy and while my finger plunged in and out of her. Without notice, I began flicking and swirling my tongue against her clit. This caused her to emit a louder "Ooohhh". She quickly quieted down so she wouldn't wake her husband and her son.

As I ate her, she stuffed my face harder into her body, making her toes curl. She then pulled my head up by my hair to her face and began kissing me. After a few minutes of silent but very steamy kisses, she whispered "I need you" into my ear. I ignored her and teased her body by rubbing and sucking everything but her pussy for a few more minutes. Occasionally, I would brush my cock over her lips but would quickly pull away. She then mumbled "Please, I really need you... I need it now" which was followed by gradually increased moaning.

I made her get on her hands and knees and with one hand pulling her hair, I shoved my cock deep inside of her. She yelped with surprise and pleasure. I thrusted into her again, imagining how hard it was for her to contain her noises.

"Ooh God" she said quietly. "I missed that feeling".

I saw her put her hand on her husband's back using it as leverage so that my dick pushed further into her. The only sound was the sound of the sleeping bag shifting beneath us. After only a few minutes, she couldn't contain herself anymore. She removed my dick and got out of her sleeping bag, grabbing my hand and guiding me out of the tent.

She led me down to the bank where she spotted me bathing earlier. She laid me down in the cool grass and slowly lowered herself onto my dick, her ass facing me. I slowly thrusted into her, trying to build up to an enormous orgasm and to keep the noise down.

"Stop fucking around!" she snapped as I continued my gradual increase in pace. "This is the shit my husband does."

With that I pounded into her, squeezing her waist as I thrusted into her pussy. I was a little insulted from the comment so I almost tried to fuck her so hard, it would be painful. But she kept up and urged on more, rubbing her pussy with her only free hand.

"FUCK!!! FUCK YES!! DON'T STOP! OH GOD, DON'T STOP!!!!!!!"

I felt the feeling in my balls telling me my time was up. With the last couple of thrusts I pulled out slowly and then jammed back into her and ended with a speed and power of a jackhammer. She was in euphoria, which vocalized as "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH".

She fell backwards, gasping for breath. We kissed as we took in deep breaths in order to fill our lungs back up with air. We were both a little light-headed but we eventually dragged ourselves to the river and washed up. We quietly climbed back into the tent and laid down, which still permitted our fingers to tease each other until dawn...

The next morning I woke up before everyone else and decided to walk along the river to see what I could find. The densely wooded forest still had dew resting on the entire flora bordering the river. The water slowly babbled through the pebbles and churned up all the sediment and gravel underneath. I was so enthralled by the view that I ended up walking for over a mile. When I finally decided to stop, I noticed a large, shiny bus parked a ways the river. I decided to check it out and walked a little further.

The closer I got, the more I noticed how big the R.V. was. It was at least thirty feet long and the custom graphics along the side lead me to believe that the rig was in the million dollar price range. An Escalade was parked behind it along which several expensive mountain bikes and a raft on the shore. Whoever slept inside that thing was not exactly scrounging for change.