Camping with Parent’s Friends

A little back ground……. Jan and Steve were friends of my parents so I had known them since I was little. They had two kids that were around 8-10 years younger than me and I often baby sat for them. Jan was about 5’6″ and I would guess around 140 to 150 pounds. She wasn’t fat, in fact she was very small up top, with almost non existent breasts. But she had a wonderfully big round ass with thick thighs and calves. She had dark hair with gray streaks that hung around shoulder level. All in all, i guess she wasn’t the most attractive woman in the world but she was decent and she did have that wonderful ass. I might never have really noticed her in that way if it weren’t for circumstances.
As I said, I baby sat for them fairly often. When I was 15 or so, I got dropped off at their house. Jan was still getting cleaned up while she waited for Steve to get home. Her kids were asking her tons of questions in her bedroom and her door was open. I stood in the kitchen drinking juice and for some reason,15 year old curiosity I suppose, I slowly started inching to my right. As i did this, I was able to see more and more of Jan’s room through the door. Inch by inch I crept, not really sure what I was doing. Suddenly, there was Jan, standing there in just her bra and panties, bent over the bottom drawer of her dresser. As I stood there, probably slack jawed, she stood up and turned around. I was pretty sure she saw me as I quickly began inching my way back to the left. I was sure I was going to be in big trouble, but nothing came of it (except me). Now that was just a glimpse, but it was more than enough to fuel my 15 year old fantasies. It was the beginning of several years of Amy and Dan (the kids) pounding on the bathroom door while I masturbated furiously to the thought of Jan walking in on me and offering to help. That particular night, I remember laying in Jan’s bed after the kids were asleep and thinking about her in her big white panties and bra. I jerked off several times thinking about that fine big ass.
Maybe a year later I remember going to the beach with them. Everyone was there, my parents and my brother and sister and Jan and Steve and their kids. Over the years I became aware that Jan wasn’t particularly modest. I think this was more because she was a mom with small tits and didn’t think anyone cared than because she thought she was hot stuff. That day I became aware that her bikini top didn’t really stick too close to her chest because she was basically flat chested. It kind of tended to just hang loosely from her shoulders. I still wonder how no one could have noticed as I stood around with the four adults talking to each other while I positioned myself for a side view of Jan’s tiny chest. What an amazing surprise it was when I saw her humongous nipples. I’d had no idea they could get so big, atleast like the end of my middle finger and almost an inch long. I looked as often and for as long as I dared that day. When we got home of course, I went straight to my room and fantasized now about both her big ass, which had looked marvelous in her big bikini bottoms, and now her huge dark nipples. I imagined that she loved having them chewed and sucked on and came repeatedly to that image for quite a while.
Add to this the fact that Jan always wore cut off jeans in the summer that rode high on her thigh and little tops that showed off her pretty flat mid riff, and you’ve got the basics of a pretty good crush on my part. I would sit for hours and stare at her thick, muscular thighs all the way up to her crotch, alwyas hoping for a glimpse of her panties. The thought of Jan was the only saving grace when, at the age of 17, on Memorial Weekend, I found myself traveling with my parents to St. Ignace for a long weekend of camping with the Smiths (Jan and Steve). I was miserable; both my siblings had been clever enough to find friends to stay with over the weekend and apparently Jan’s kids were staying with their grand parents. I was the only kid stupid enough to get roped into a weekend in the booringest place in the world with four old people. I had packed several books and was determined to spend most of my time in my tent reading. If you don’t know, the water is too cold and the shore to rocky to swim or lay on the beach in St. Ignace. It seems like all there is to do is eat pasties and sit around. And that’s exactly what happened a lot of the time.
When we got to the campsite, Jan and Steve had already set up their camper on one side of the fire pit. My parents proceeded to park their camper on the other side and I set up a small tent to the rear and between the two campers (I wasn’t going to sleep with my parents). When I was finished, my parents were already sitting in chairs by the fire with the Smiths. I was pleased to note that Jan was wearing cutoff shorts and there was an open spot directly across the fire from her. Eagerly, I set up my own chair and settled in for some s’mores. For most of the night, I listened absently to the stories of Steve and my father as I shoved s’mores down my throat and tried desperately to see Jan’s panties. Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I said goodnight and retired to my tent. I laid there for some time, dividing my attention between reading with my booklight, massaging my cock and listening to the sounds from the camp fire. I was terrified at that age that someone might suddenly walk in on me with my dick out and I would die of embarrassment. So I waited impatiently for everyone to go to bed so I could whack off. Finally, I heard the sounds of chairs folding and feet shuffling and I knew they were turning in. I shut my booklight off and squeezed my cock warmly as I waited for silence.
As I waited, squeezing my cock, I could hear quiet voices and a lot of creaking from the Smith’s camper as they got themselves situated in their bed. My dick was rock hard as I thought of Jan’s big smoot thighs. I tugged it lightly as I continued to listen. Eventually the voices subsided but a mild creaking continued. I wondered at this as I slowly pulled my cock out and began rubbing it with both hands. I realized from an occassional moan or grunt and the rythmic squeaking that they must be having sex! This sent my mind and cock reeling. I began to jerk myself off to the rythm of the creaking noise as I thought alternately of Steve and then myself pumping away at Jan’s warm dark pussy. As their tempo increased, so did mine. I was soon pumping madly, passingly grateful that I wasn’t on a bed since it would be squeaking like crazy. It wasn’t long before I was coming all over myself. I shot so hard I got my cheek and forhead, which for me was a real shocker. I lay there in the aftermath, kind of winded, shocked and overwhelmed for some time. the creaking ended abruptly from their camper and I realized they were finished. I wasn’t. I had to jerk off two more times before I was able to fall asleep.
When I woke up, it was daylight. I listened and heard no sounds. My watch said it was only 8:20. Slowly, I rose and exited my tent. I grabbed a coke from the cooler and sat down by the now cold campfire.