Unknown - The camping trip

"It is the first one I had really seen, except for babies. Then I saw Josh's and we saw those movies." "Oh, forget those movies. You never find those in real life. But I have found that size isn't everything anyway. It's not what ya' got, it's what ya' do with it, that counts."

At that the men stepped out and wondered what the girls were talking about. "Oh, just girl talk, Josh. You wouldn't understand. Let's be off and let the kids enjoy some time away from the adults," she laughed. The joke eluded Josh, but he was anxious to leave anyway.

After they left, Jeane, nervously fixed some sandwiches for them to eat. She really wasn't hungry, but Alex ate ravenously. If she hadn't have know better she would have been disappointed in Alex's lack of interest in their evening's activities. As it was, he acted like this was any other evening. "Calm down, Jeane," she told herself. "Maybe nothing interesting will happen anyway."

After the dishes were cleared up she turned around to figure out what to do next. Alex had placed himself squarely in front of the TV and was watching some innocuous program. "Would you like to do something else, Alex?" she hoped. "Naw, let me see this program."

Now she was disappointed. She decided that she should take the upper hand, that is what Nancy would do. She went into the bathroom and again changed into her baby-doll pajamas. She was tempted to leave off the panties, but thought better of it. She went over to Alex and sort of snuggled up to him. He responded to her putting her arm around him by doing the same to her, but his mind was on the boob-tube. Then she saw it. The TV cord ran right past her beautifully-turned foot. If she could just sort of get it wrapped around her and just sort of pull it sideways, it might just pull out of the socket.

"What happened," Alex cried as the TV went blank. "Fix it, Jeane."

"I'll try, but I don't know much about these things. After about five minutes of fiddling around with the TV. She got the bright idea to elicit Alex's help. "While I fiddle with the antenna, up here, could you get underneath me and turn those knobs," she tried. He complied by snaking his way between her and the TV, but she had left him little room. "Isn't this cozy?" she said. "Ya', but I want the TV."

Jeane persisted by having him continue to twist the knobs as she sort of writhed against him. At one point she actually got his head beneath her pajama tops.

"Now," she thought, as she pretended to topple backwards, pulling him over on her. She very nearly got the TV also, but thankfully not. As she lay sprawled on the floor with Alex draped over her, she wanted to just grab him and kiss him and do other things, but couldn't quite do it.

"Oooooh, I think I hurt myself," she cried. Alex quickly scrambled up and helped her up. "Help me to the sofa, please," she said. He laid her gently on her back and leaned over. "What can I do?"

"I seem to have hurt my chest, could you look at my chest and see what I did?" He slowly lifted her pajamas, but she urged him to take it off altogether. He sort of stared at her lovely upraised breasts and exciting little erect nipples. "Please massage them, they hurt so much."

"I know how to do that, I have done that for Ma."

Jeane just lay back and closed her eyes and basked in the gentle tender touch of Alex. He first gently kneaded around her small, but soft breasts, like he was kneeling a scone. His touch was warm and passionate. Then his fingers crept up to her ivory mound and traced around her tender areola several times, finally spiralling in to the awaiting nipple, turgid with passionate blood. She moaned in ecstacy as he delicately and unknowingly raised her ardor. He slowly leaned down and with just the very tip of his tongue he touched just the tip of her nipple. The electric shock brought a wave of heat over Jeane and she writhed in a delicious climax. He continued his interest in her sensitive nipples and her orgasm continued unabated for several minutes.

Finally, when she could stand no more she reluctantly reached up, cupping her own breasts under his electric tongue. "Enough, I can't take anymore, Alex."

"OK," he said and moved back. Jeane just wanted to lie there and bask in this delightful feeling. Nearly oblivious to her surroundings she did not detect the actions of Alex in removing her pajama bottoms until fait accompli, or nearly so. When she realized it she almost objected, but then thought, "What the hell."

As they finally slipped off, she said, for no apparent reason, "How do I look, Alex."

"Nice, real nice. You look much neater than Ma.

Some how she had lost any inhibitions. Maybe it was the warm room. Or maybe it was the barely perceptible feel of warm hands gentle caressing her body. Her mind wandered off into the netherlands as he delicately stroked her stomach, round and around, slowly edging down her sides to the outside of her thighs. Then ever so slowly he felt his way around to the marble-white virginal inner thighs and gently fondled the sensuous curves leading towards the awaiting cavern of delight.

Quickly she found herself rocketing out of control. She thrashed and twisted beneath his passionate petting. Her mons heaved in time to her heavy, almost labored, breathing as his fingers crept closer and closer to that warm moist receptacle beckoning him ceaselessly and irresistibly. Nearer and nearer, until just as they reached the soft labia and he began to trace the delicate line up to where they met and the exquisitely hooded clitoris residing in anticipation, Jeane was racked once again by the passion of still another orgasm. She could not hold back the verbal sign this time and the low moan scaled upwards, just as the charged emotions inside of her body soared, and ended in an animal-like cry of pure delight.

But Alex was seemingly not detracted as his warm fingers gently moved the soft covering hiding her erect clitoris and began tracing the base of that lovely and sensitive organ. Slowly he crept up that tiny organ, the home of such immense feeling, until with exquisite care he reached the top, the very tip, and another impassioned wail fell from her lips. The ensuing moments of pause were broken only by her laborious and loud panting. He leaned over once again and followed the exact trail left by his fingers, with his hot tongue this time. Twice on his way to the very tip of her clitoris she was overcome with passion and released the passion and lustful sensations within her.

Finally she could bear no more and slowly closed her legs, seemingly banishing him from her privates.

Alex simply said, "Jeane, what's wrong. I can do a lot more. Ma usually wants me to keep going lots longer than this. Did I do something wrong."

She was speechless, and just barely had the strength to reach up and enfold him in her arms. He allowed himself to be brought down to her side.

As he lay beside her on the sofa. He said, "Jeane, I sure feel funny. What is going on?" In a low hoarse whisper she asked what he meant.

He said, "Look."

She looked down and saw that his pajamas were bulging. Her heart stopped. With a weary smile stealing to her face she slowly got up and knelt next to Alex.

"Here let me look," as she slowly unbuttoned his fly and with trembling hands spread his pajamas open. His once flaccid penis was now at half staff, striving to erect itself against all odds. She was enraptured as they both watched it pulse with his excited heart beat and slowly, almost imperceptibly, creep up and up and up until finally it stood tall and proud and nearly as big around as her wrist.

"Oh, Alex, it is wonderful. Can I touch it." "Sure I'd don't care, but I don't know what caused it to do that. Will it go away?" "Sure. Together we can make it go away, but first I want to examine it."

A slight string of drool escaped Jeane's lips as she bent over his erect cock in the dim light of the camper. Slowly she reached out, scarcely daring to touch it. She was fascinated by this bulging, apparently hard staff, that pointed straight up as he lay back on the sofa. As Jeane stared intently at his tool, she stopping just short of grabbing it.