Camping Fun

I enjoy traveling by myself. I can stop and take my time to check out some interesting place when I feel like it. Some of my best vacations had no planned destination, route or schedule. I just drove, often forgetting about the interstates and following the secondary routes through small towns and countryside. Some of my own family says you can’t take a trip without planning it but I always have fun. Like today, I was going down a road and saw a pasture with a bunch of cows grazing around so I pulled over and got out. Then I let out my best imitation of a cow call and watched as every cow in that field stopped what they were doing and turned their heads, at the same time, to look at me. I was in hysterics with laughter as I got in the car and drove away. Sometimes, when it comes to humor, I just kill me!

It was getting towards evening and I started keeping my eyes open for a campground and finally saw a sign for one a couple of miles further. When I got there the place was open but looked almost empty. The man at the campground office said things tend to be slow and quiet during the week, but the campsites normally filled up on weekends. I said I was just looking for a tent site for a couple of nights. He gave me a map of the campground and made a small x to mark my site telling me it was at the back of the property in a wooded section he called ‘The Grove’. It was well shaded and stayed cool on hot days and was very private.
There was something about the way he said that to me, that made me wonder if there was some ulterior meaning. He did seem to be paying a lot of attention to me as he told me there was a creek then ran back there in which his kids had built a swimming hole, telling me how they had used a back-hoe to dig out a section of the creek and then, over the years, built up a dam of rocks and boulders. “Just look for the rock dam” he said, “And you can go for a swim.”
While listening to him talk, I couldn’t help but notice there was a sense of strength about this guy. He looked very strong but not muscle bound, like he had grown up working on a farm or ranch. I think he was about my Dad’s age but he looked a lot healthier than my Dad. I couldn’t help but think how this guy must have been quite the stud in his younger days.

I found my campsite and soon had my tent set up with my sleeping bag in there. The site was equipped with a picnic table and I got a small campfire going to make some dinner and relax. While I was sitting down to eat, I heard a friendly “HI”, and turned to see a couple of guys approaching.
“We didn’t know we had a neighbor till we saw your fire over here. We’re camped just beyond that big cluster of trees. I’m Dave and this is Sam.”
Looking them over I thought they both looked kind of cute. Maybe a couple of years younger than me but they seemed like nice guys. “Hi guys, I’m Robyn. I didn’t see your tent when I came in. Have you been here very long?”
They told me they’d been camped here for the last two nights and were planning on staying through the weekend. Then Dave said, “Hey, don’t let us interrupt you dinner. If you want to come over later, we’ve got plenty to drink if you’d a like beer or something stronger. Stop on by.” I thanked them for the invitation and went back to my dinner.

After eating and cleaning up my things I decided to go over to the swimming hole so I changed into my bathing suit, a nice little string bikini that ties on the sides and threw a sweat shirt on over it. It didn’t take long to find the swimming hole and looking around, I thought the old guy in the camp office was right, this place felt very private and since there was no one around to see me, I took my bikini off. The cool air felt good on my 34C tits as I waded out and then plunged into the water. The water was not too cold, though it certainly perked up my nipples, and it felt good to rinse the sweat off as it had been a hot day. When I got out of the water, my boobs got all goose bumps and my nipples were standing up hard. I’ve always been proud of my tits as they are firm for their size and have never really needed a bra to support them. As I put my bikini back on and pulled my sweatshirt on over it, I decided to take the guys up on their invitation.

I could see the campfire as I walked the short distance along the wooded road dirt road and as I approached, I called out, “Hello, the camp!”
Dave and Sam were both near the fire and two other guys were at the picnic table pouring some drinks. Looking up, Dave said, “So you decided to stop by. Great! Would you care for a drink?” Looking at the picnic table I spotted a bottle of Jack Daniels. “That JD looks like just the thing to warm up after a dip in the creek”.
Sam introduced me to the other two guys, Charlie and Bob as Charlie poured me a double shot of the JD and we all got comfortable around the fire, we talked about stuff like where we were all from and where we were going and places to stop and see while on vacation. Meanwhile it was getting dark and the skeeters were starting to get pretty annoying so Sam finally suggested that we take the party into the tent.
The guys had a good sized tent with more than enough room for all of us to sit around in a circle and we all freshened up our drinks. I was on my third JD and starting to feel mighty relaxed when Dave pulled out a bag of weed and some rolling papers. “Do you smoke?” he asked me. “I’m not a regular smoker, but occasionally, I’ve taken a hit or two.” I replied.
So the party continued into the night with all of us getting fairly buzzed, when without really thinking about it I said, “Dang, it’s hot in here with this many bodies.” And I pulled my sweatshirt off and tossed it aside which immediately met a chorus of whoops from the guys.
“All right!”, “Ain’t she the hot one!”, “Yeah don’t stop there!”, “Take it all off!”

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