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Hot Sand: Bear Foot Lake - Group Sex

A quiet camping trip in the woods is suddenly sexual.

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Bear Foot Lake. It's one of those places I think about once in a while, even though I haven't been there in years. Deep in the Adirondack region of Upstate New York, Bear Foot sits at the end of a two mile trail, greeting you, when you arrive, with glinting sunlight sparkling from the surface of its oddly green water. It's not swampy algae green, it's grayish, whitish green, caused, I read somewhere, by fine silt in the water, left over from the Ice Age.

The first time I went to Bear Foot, I was a Boy Scout. Thirteen years old, if I remember correctly. There were nine of us, just a small troop, led by our troop leader Mr. Jackson, and his assistant, a younger man named Chuck. I have fond memories of setting up our small tents on the beach — one of the few sand beaches of its size on any of the hundreds of Adirondack backcountry ponds and lakes.

I was in my early twenties when I went back to Bear Foot Lake. It's that memorable weekend that I tell you about today. I went with a female friend of mine, Linda, a girl a year or two younger than me. She was an outdoorsy type, drove a somewhat worn-out Subaru wagon, one with a rack on the roof that often had a kayak strapped to it. Most days she wore Timberland boots that had some miles on them, boots that were always untied, loose around her ankles.

Linda was fond of flannel shirts, mostly worn open, over a t-shirt, with the sleeves unevenly rolled up a turn or two, but she was softer in spirit and girlishness than some of the girls who dress that way. She's a dark haired girl, with green eyes that were always open wide, as if she was taking in more of her surroundings than most people see. That dark hair was always one of her nicest features, always shimmering and shining, moving like strands of silk blown by the faintest breath. I shouldn't admit this, because I had a girlfriend at the time, but I always loved seeing Linda from behind — all that silky dark hair hanging down onto her back, the nice hourglass curve of her waist, the curve of her sexy ass into womanly thighs, all the way down to those ever-present loose-around-the-ankle Timberland boots. She was, and still is I imagine, easy on the eyes.

Backpacking to Bear Foot with Linda was a weekend I'd looked forward to since the day she and I made the plans — a 'just the two of us' weekend, the kind of thing we, as close friends, had never done before. The planning was odd and somewhat thrilling as I recall, because much went unspoken, even the assumption that we'd be sharing a tent. We were still young, and somewhat carefree, though we were far from the adventurous free-spirit of some of today's youth, with their 'friends with benefits' arrangements. No, Linda and I were friends without benefits, mainly because I had a girlfriend, a college sophomore who was spending her summer abroad, in England, where, from her phone calls and letters, I knew she was spending lots of time with a certain young Englishman who was 'showing her around.'

Like me, Linda was in a relationship, an on-again-off-again one that was hard to keep track of, especially with living away at college mucking up the works. As far as I remember it, they were on-again at the time of our backpacking weekend, but that memory is vague. Perhaps I didn't care.

And so off we trudged, Linda and I, into the Adirondack woods, with packs on our backs that felt for all the world like they were full of lead. "Holy shit, Jeff," I remember her saying to me, right after she'd strapped hers on and stumbled backward, coming to rest against the side of her Subaru. "We're supposed to go how far with these on?"

"It's just two miles," I said. "It's easy, though. I did it when I was thirteen."

We'd arrived there, at the trailhead, on Friday afternoon, to beat any possible weekenders and hopefully get a prime camping spot, ideally right on the beach. There were a few primitive tent sites carved out of the woods — just bare patches of ground overlooking the beach and the water — but the crescent shaped sandy beach was what I remembered from my childhood, and it's where I wanted to be. With any luck we'd be the only ones there that weekend, with the whole of the small lake to ourselves.

Quite often Adirondack trailheads have a wooden box on a post, with a sign-in/sign-out sheet inside so the rangers can keep track of things. There's sometimes other information posted in the box, and on that day I was disappointed to see that 'On the Beach' camping had to be reserved ahead of time by calling the ranger's office, and was for groups only. In order to follow the rules we had to use one of the wooded sites and walk the few extra steps to the water. Not a big deal, I decided.

Linda was a trooper on that hike, never complaining, even though I knew she was struggling with the top-heavy pack's weight. I was struggling too, truth be told, my out of shape body not used to the weight of adult accoutrements, like bottles of tequila and triple sec, and of course limes and salt for our margaritas. And oh yeah, we had a tent and a stove and food and water and clothes. The usual camping stuff. Stuff that added up to untold pounds on our backs. We were both happy when we saw the sparkling glimmers of Bear Foot Lake through the trees. We'd made it.

We chose a nice little tent site under towering White Pines, the ground soft with decades — or maybe centuries — of needle droppings. White Pine needles are inches long, soft and comfortable under bare feet, with a mahogany brown color that's lovely. It was almost as if our little spot was carpeted, unlike many Adirondack tent sites that are just bare dirt.

Our small, lightweight, two-person tent — yes, just one — was set up and I was straightening the rocks around our fire pit, scanning the woods for dead and down trees to cut with my folding saw, when I heard voices. Lots of them.

"Looks like we're not alone," I said to Linda. "Wow, there's a bunch of 'em."

It was about ten minutes later when a nice looking older man walked over to us, I'd assumed, to say hello. He did say that, but he had a concerned look on his face. "When I spoke to the ranger's office," he said, "they told me we'd have the whole place to ourselves. We were kind of surprised when we saw your car at the trailhead, but then we thought maybe you were day-hikers."

"Oh," I said. "He probably meant you'd have the whole beach camping area. I think that's the part that's reserved, just for groups."

"Oh, wow. Maybe, yeah," the man said, his face still somewhat tense with concern. "Here's the thing, guys," he said to us. "We're all members of a club called Upstate Swingers of New York. We're here for, you know, a club get-together. Things might get a little, uh, uncomfortable for you, unless you're cool with it."

I looked at Linda. Her eyes were open wide, even more than usual. They seemed to be smiling a little, even though her mouth wasn't. The pine-scented air was suddenly very silent, so I decided to answer the man, for both of us. "Yeah, that's cool," I said to him, trying to act casual. "As long as you don't mind us here. We don't want to, like, ruin anything for you."

"Oh, no," the man said, his face relaxing into a little bit of a smile. "Yeah, I mean, same with us. We don't want to screw up your weekend, either. But yeah, we can all just do our own thing. I just wanted to let you know, before you were surprised or shocked or something. My name's David, by the way."

Linda and I chatted with David for a five minutes or more, talking about the Adirondacks, the mountains we'd hiked, how ultralight and fragile our little tent looked, and a few other subjects. He yelled down to the beach to get his wife's attention, and she walked up the short, eroded path to our little tent site, smiling but looking a little bashful when I shook her small hand. "It was a screw-up with the ranger's office," David told her. "They didn't tell me the whole story, I guess, about these other tent sites. But Jeff and Linda said they don't mind, and...I mean, we don't mind, right?"

His wife, Annie, shrugged. "No, I guess not. You told them...why we're here?"

"Yeah, he did," I said to her, stumbling a bit with my words. "It's cool. We're cool."

"You sure you wouldn't like some privacy?" Annie said. "Maybe there's a spot at the other end of the lake."

"No, there's nothing," I said. "I've got the trailguide in my pack. It's just this end here where you're supposed to camp. They get kinda pissed if you flatten out a spot that's not already cleared."

"Oh, yeah, I guess," Annie said. I remember her looking unconvinced about sharing the beach with us, or maybe it was our tent's perch that made her uncomfortable, probably twenty feet in elevation higher than the sand where their friends were setting up camp, and only sixty or eighty feet away in total. Linda and I, as we found out soon after, had one hell of a view.

David and Annie left us, making their way down the rooty little path. As I remember it, ten, or twenty, or maybe even thirty long seconds went by in silence before Linda and I spoke to each other, awkwardly, about setting up the small butane stove so we could heat up some dehydrated soup. It seems odd to me now, to think that we didn't say a word about our new neighbors being a group of swingers there to, well, swing. But that's sort of how our friendship had been, Linda and I. We'd never talked about the deep stuff, or relationships, or our troubles. It was a light friendship, one of smiles and easy-going laughter. Having a sudden conversation about swinging would have embarrassed us both, I'm sure, so we talked about soup instead.

Then we ate some.

Then we watched a naked woman go to her knees and give a naked man a blowjob.

"This is crazy," I said. "Do we want to be here? We could pack up, I guess, and make it out before dark."

Linda didn't answer my question directly. Instead, she commented on the scene. "Do you think they're married to other people? That's sorta what it is, right?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"He's not the best looking guy I've ever seen," she said.

"How many have you seen?" I asked, smirking.

Linda got my drift, her eyes widening. "You mean, naked? I don't know. Three, I guess. Never a guy his age."

"You mean you never walked in on your dad in the bathroom?"

"No!" she said. "Why would I?"

I noticed a blush of pink on Linda's face, more than the sun had put there. Then I noticed more naked people, and others shedding clothes. Some were splashing into the water, others were spreading towels and sitting. David appeared, handing out cans of beer. He was naked, too, darkly hairy and much more handsome than the guy getting the blowjob.

"There you go," I said. "Your new friend David's not bad, huh?"

"Whoa," Linda said when she saw him. "Holy shit. This if fucking crazy. We were just talking to him and now..."

"And now he's naked," I said. I watched as his wife Annie casually stripped off the last of her garments, panties first, and then bra. "Speaking of holy shit...," I said.

"Damn!" Linda said. "They get the hot couple award, right? Those other two, I think they're together. They're kind of okay looking."

"Which ones?" I asked. I assumed Linda meant the bleached-blonde woman with the big but sagging tits, and the rough and tumble looking barrel-chested guy who seemed to stay near her, and that's who Linda pointed out. I said, "Maybe they're just fuck buddies for the weekend."

Linda blushed again, nice and pink. "Maybe," she said, glancing at me awkwardly.

I wanted to ask Linda again if she thought we should pack up and leave, because the situation was way more than a little bizarre. There were six men and six women on the beach, all of them naked; two of them near the happy ending of an increasingly frenetic blowjob; two of them lying on a towel, hand-jobbing each other, nearly ready to fuck. It wasn't just that it was stunning to see, we were beginning to hear it as well — the laughter, the moans, the caveman grunt when the very-average-looking man came in the very-average-looking woman's mouth. And maybe oddest of all was the fact that these people were doing all this knowing that Linda and I were near. Knowing that we were watching. It was nuts.

"So?" I said. "Are we staying? In another hour we're stuck here, unless you want to hike out with our little flashlights."

Linda shrugged. "I'm good," she said. "It'll be a funny story to tell, right?"

I smiled, partly because it was true, and partly because Linda was surprising me. There was something there, behind her eyes. My good friend, it seemed, was a closet voyeur, and discovering it, as I was at that moment, was more than a little thrilling.

With a fire in our fire pit, as dusk dimmed to twilight in the Adirondack sky, Linda and I ate dinner and watched people fuck. It was surreal, dreamlike, and it made conversation difficult, though we managed. We were far enough away from the action that the swingers' conversations couldn't be heard, but the sounds of the louder sex partners, women especially, drifted to our ears like the songs of rare mountain birds. As darkness fell it was even more strange, eerie and beautiful. Linda and I had gotten into the margaritas, drinking them quicker than usual. Maybe it was the dehydrated food that didn't coat our stomachs well that made the drinks go straight to our heads. We were soon commenting on the noisier swingers' sounds, and then we graduated to speculating on what was happening to them. My hard cock was bunched up uncomfortably in my bluejeans as we bantered about sex positions, mouths and tongues. It was entirely, wildly sexy, sitting there in the dark, with the glowing fire crackling, talking to my good friend Linda about such things, with the sound of orgasms floating ghostly in the blackness.

When I stepped away from the light of our fire I could see them, some of the swingers, primitively naked around their somewhat bigger fire. Some of their tents were lit from within, looking like strange little shadow theaters in the darkness. Doggy style in one of the tents was easy to interpret.

It was around that time that I heard a call that sounded like my name. It was David, standing at a distance so as not to embarrass Linda with his nakedness. My pocket flashlight guided me to him. He'd been drinking, same as me, so our quick conversation was much looser than the one we'd had during the day. When he left, I went back to Linda to tell her what he'd said.

"Oh my God, really?" Linda said. "He really...invited us down there?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling at how laughable it was. "Crazy, right? He didn't want to come all the way up 'cause he's naked."

"Yeah, I saw. So...do you want to?"

"Ha!" I said. "Are you serious?"

Linda's face looked yellowish in the flickering firelight, but it didn't look unhappy. It looked, in fact, quite happy indeed, and lovely. Her eyes twinkled as never before, and she was subtly, but noticeably, nodding. "Yeah," she said. "Let's do it. They seemed nice. What did he say to you?"

"He said it's nice to have good neighbors, and he should have told us earlier that we could come down and party with them if we want to."

"Should we...be dressed?" Linda said.

Surprised to see her stand up in readiness, I said, "For real?"

"Jeff, aren't you curious? This'll never happen again. You just wanna sit here and...listen?"

At that moment, Linda was the sexiest girl I'd ever seen. I'd always found her attractive, but this, this was different.

"I'm not just gonna walk down there naked," I said.

"Okay. Clothes then," she said. "Wait here."

Linda went into our minimal little tent and switched on her flashlight. I wonder if she realized that it turned the tent into a shadow theater, like the ones down on the beach. I watched her shadow form lay back on her sleeping bag and wiggle out of her jeans, and I watched her remove her t-shirt, and her bra. She pulled her t-shirt on again and stepped out into the firelight, and I realized I had been wrong — now she was the sexiest girl I'd ever seen, standing there in her tight t-shirt with her nipples aroused, in her pink panties, pulling her Timberland boots onto her bare feet.

"Damn!" I said. "Now...I look like an over dressed dork."

"Take off your shirt," she said. "You look good like that."

"Why is it so warm?" I said. "Why are there no bugs?"

Linda shrugged, looking sexy as all get-out. "It's supposed to be this way."

I wanted to ask her a dozen more questions, like, for instance, do you realize we'll be right in the middle of all the fucking? Do you realize those men are going to get hard when they see you looking like that? Kind of like the way I am, looking at you right now? But I didn't ask those questions, or the others in my head. I felt strangely calm when I took off my t-shirt, right there in front of Linda, with her oddly happy eyes watching me. She drank in the sight of me, from my shoulders to my knees, and said, "You're ready. Do I look all right?"

"Shit, Linda. You look...amazing."

"Really?" she said. "How come...you've never told me that before?"

"Now you wanna talk about this?"

She smiled an impish, smirking smile, with her eyes on the lump in my pants. "No," she said, taking my hand, leading me away from our fire, into the darkness.

It was a short walk, but I remember it like it took forever. The sounds of happy people, laughing, fucking, one woman's voice asking for "Harder!...Harder!...Fuck me you fucking animal!" Linda and I both had small flashlights in our hands, and we weaved our way through the little tent village on the sandy beach, making our way to the campfire.

"Hey, there they are," naked David said. "You guys want a beer? We're gonna make a run for more in the morning, so help yourselves."

"Oh, wow," a naked woman said to me. "Davey said you guys were cute. He wasn't lying. What's your name, hun?"

"Jeff," I said. "This is Linda."

"I'm Mindy, honey. You guys married?"

"No, just friends."

"Nice," Mindy said. "Out here for a little snuggle time in the woods?"

"No, she's my girlfriend's friend," I blurted.

"Even better," Mindy said, winking. "We're all friends, too. That's sorta how it works."

Right next to the fire, close enough to feel its heat, a woman was girl-on-top fucking a man, kissing him, with her hips moving like a pornstar's. She broke off the kiss every five seconds or so to let out a haunting wail, one that I recognized from before. Mindy caught me looking.

"That's Cindy and my guy, Mitch. She can go all night."

I nodded some sort of odd agreement. I'm afraid I had a true greenhorn look on my face, because Mindy smiled. "You'll get used to it, honey. That's Ronnie and Davey's wife Annie out in the water. You met her, right?"

"Everybody else is in the big tent at the moment," David said. "You're welcome in there, or out here, or just sit and have a beer if you want. This is officially a no pressure area. Just do exactly as you please."

Linda, silent so far, responded to David's proclamation by whisking off her t-shirt, rendering herself topless. I wondered if her pink panties would go, but she took a beer from David's offering hand and she stood there, looking into my eyes in a new way, maybe gauging my appreciation for her swift move to near nudity. A funny little smile flashed across her face and she moved close to me, stuffing her t-shirt into my back pocket so it hung there like a mechanic's rag. She stayed close, making my heartbeat thump.

"Lookin' good, girl," Mindy said to her. "You got the spirit. Now if we could get your boy-toy out of his pants we'd be gettin' somewhere, right?"

The subtle but noticeable horror on my blushing face made Mindy smile. For a woman twenty years or more older than me, she certainly had spunk, enough to make a guy forget that her body had seen better days. I say that knowing that she'd say it herself. She's that kind of woman.

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In fact, it was Mindy who made me cum, just ten minutes later, right in her remarkable, sucking, swirling mouth. It felt like a sex toy, the kind that, if it existed and was patented, would make millions. To this very day, I've never had a more skilled blowjob than that one that Mindy gave me, right there with Linda watching. I'm still not quite sure how it happened. It's not like me to just whip it out, not in front of Linda, even with her being topless. No, it was a margarita high, with a quick, nervous downing of beer, mixed with Mindy's strange allure and her forthright way with life. That, and the people fucking just feet away, and the wild, over-the-top noises coming from the big tent. It was a hormonal, pheromonal stew that took over my brain, and suddenly my cock was free of its uncomfortable constriction, and my glancing eyes watched my good friend Linda watching me cum. It was pretty wild, especially considering the fact that Linda and I were first-timers in such a situation.

Next thing I knew, Linda was on her knees giving handsome David a hummer, and oh my God did she ever look good doing it. I mean seriously, the girl is sexy. Topless, on her knees, her untied boots cast off, her nice ass sitting on her feet with just her little pink panties on. With a big cock in her mouth. Damn, damn, damn! How is this gonna to go, I wondered? Are things going to happen? Is he going to fuck her? Am I?

It was a wow situation, unlike any I'd ever felt. David's wife Annie made her way to the fire, her beautiful naked body dripping with lake water, with the guy named Ronnie close behind her. He was the oldest one, I think, probably in his sixties, with gray hair and a gray beard, but not too bad looking, not like an old man.

"You guys decided to join us," Annie said, with a sly glance at her hard-cocked husband and Linda on her knees. "Welcome. We were worried we were going to totally fuck up your weekend."

Linda had stopped the blowjob, and then she stood, looking a little uncomfortable with the situation.

"Jeff's got a nice cock, Annie," Mindy said. "Maybe you can get him all the way out of his pants."

"I saw," Annie said. "Leave it to you, Mindy, to get a guys dick in your mouth in a hurry."

I felt oddly exposed. I'd never been watched before, and now, after I'd lost it in Mindy's mouth, my pants were up but still open, fully unzipped, my undershorts bunched below, with my dark pubic hair and the top of my cock showing. I didn't know whether to straighten things out and zip up, or let it be, or just take the confounded clothes off and be naked like the rest of them. If I had been alone, without Linda, I'm pretty sure I would have chosen naked at that moment, but instead I just stood there with my cock balled up and hardening again, aroused by the nearness of Annie in all her dripping, naked glory.

"You can keep going with him if you want," Annie said to Linda. "It's all good. He's a good kisser, too."

Linda gave Annie a sweet, almost innocent looking smile, and then she turned her bashful eyes on David, and they were kissing, just like that. Linda's hand went to work stroking his half-wilted cock back to hardness. I could hear her moan into his mouth, and I wanted to be him.

Annie's voice snapped me out of my dream. "Wanna dry me, Jeff? It's only fair, right, since your girl's having fun."

She stood in the glow of the flickering fire, holding a towel out for me to take. She had a sexy, hopeful look on her face, big of eyes and smiling a little at the mouth, nipples hard on tits gently heaving. Big ones that made my mouth water. My cock was painful, folded and mashed into a wad. I went to her, feeling the pinching pain. She handed me the towel and tipped her head back for me to kiss her mouth, so I did. Her friendly hand pushed into my pants, turning my discomfort to pleasure.

Ronnie sat down by the fire with Mindy. I briefly wondered what he and Annie had been doing out in the water. Fucking maybe, wet, down there under the black surface of the lake. It wasn't completely black — a few wispy moonlit clouds reflected on it, along with what seemed like a million stars. But my mind didn't think about it for more than a few seconds, because I was kissing Annie, a sexy, naked, beautifully mature woman, and my cock was fiercely hard in her hand.

"Fuck me from behind, baby," she cooed near my ear. "Right here. Right now."

They were words I'd never heard before, not put together in that way. My heart pounded as I scrambled to take off my boots. "Just fuck me," Annie said, with a powerfully desirous look in her eyes. She went to hands and knees on the sand, with her ass and pussy toward me. There was no time for fumbling with boot laces, so I pushed my jeans down around my ankles, got on my knees and fucked her, with my cock at its hardest and my mind happily lost.

"Damn!" Mindy said. "Young guys are energetic!"

It was the sight of Linda once again sucking David's big cock that spurred me on; that and the woman near me, Cindy, now sitting up riding Mindy's husband cowgirl style, with her hands holding her pudding-soft tits and her voice going free with ecstatic chirps and giggles. It felt like I was in the middle of something extraordinary, and I was.

Much to my delight, Annie, who was diddling her own clit with her fingers while I fucked her, soon went orgasmic in a stunningly beautiful way. I felt like superman as I fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her, making her vibrate and roar out hoarse growls. They were the noises of real sex — I'd never heard them up close and I'd certainly never caused them. It was stunningly thrilling.

And then, as Annie's amazing cacophony quieted, I heard Linda. She was there, in the flickering light, as Annie was, down on the sand doggie style. Linda's back arched low, as I always dreamed it would, and her ass was a perfect orb of sex, as I always knew it would be. David's hands were there, on it, and his big cock was fucking her, in and out of a pussy that was so pink it seemed to luminesce in the firelight. In the days since, I've never asked Linda if she was a vocal lover before that night, or if it was the other women that inspired her, but oh my goodness were her noises special. Soft and delicate at first, floating on the night air like puffs of happy smoke, and then louder and gloriously intensified, but still perfect and womanly. Perfectly Linda. My cock was still rock hard from it all, from Linda, I'm sure, so I kept fucking Annie slowly, and I kept watching Linda.

After many long moments of intensity, David had Linda way out there, so close to an orgasm I'm sure she could taste it. That's when her head turned and her eyes found mine. It was electrifying. I'm surprised there wasn't a crack of lightning, and thunder. David fucked her so deeply and perfectly, her orgasm took her like a blitzkrieg, her eyes and mouth wide open, her lungs locked into gasping silence. Her hand slapped at the sand and she looked for all the world like she was in the throws of death, but it was life, the highest form of it, right there in her eyes, eyes that were watching mine. It was as if we were connected, for those moments, me fucking another woman but fucking Linda, her being fucked by another man but fucking me. My body tensed and I came, deep inside Annie. She may have cum again, too, moaning beautifully as she does. I made joyful noises, too, noises I'd never made before. With my seed store already emptied by Mindy's mouth, this was a different feeling, warmth into heat, mind into melting, with my eyes still on Linda. I watched her collapse onto the sand, with David on hands and knees at her side, kissing her, with a caressing hand on the softness of her breasts. Theirs was a powerful coming together, I could tell. So was mine with Annie. Holy God. Holy God.

I hadn't noticed the other people. Three of the six from the big tent, out mingling. Big breasts and small, fat stomach and thin. A hairy man with balls that hung lower than his cock. Perhaps they'd come out to see what all the ruckus was.

Linda and I, back on our feet but still dazed, were introduced around. She and I were both naked now, she with the bashful look back on her face, a face reddened from a wildly powerful orgasm. She seemed a bit bewildered, and maybe I did, too. Everything had happened so fast — show up for a beer with some new acquaintances and wham, the best sex of our lives. Just like that. Just like it was normal.

The wham part was over, the shock of the new, and the rest just seemed to flow like there was no reason for it not to. Easy. Sex as a fun, party-time recreation. Oh, my cock's hard again. Your lickable pussy looks delicious. Oh, you want me to fuck you after I nibble on it? Okay, don't mind if I do. The freedom of it all was intoxicating, and I watched Linda fall under its spell, too. All the men were delighted with her — no surprise there — and she took to the hedonistic freedom like a duck to water, sometimes even in the water, where she was spit-roasted by two cocks, her guttural moans sounding vaguely like the lake's bullfrogs.

Thinking back on all this, I find it fascinating that Linda and I never touched each other that first night. We smiled at each other in bashfully sexy ways, and we watched each other plenty, gleaning the beauty of each other's sexuality. Watching her suck a cock, and watching a big cock fuck her doggy style, made me crazy, in a good way, and I turned those delicious desires on whichever woman I was with at the moment, thrilling the both of us. It went on that way all night, thanks to a little blue pill given to me by one of the men. Viagra, he said it was, something I'd never heard of before. I thought maybe it was speed, a barbiturate, so I recklessly took it, hoping to make the magical night go on forever.

It almost did.

The last woman I remember being with that night was Faith, a sweet, quiet, grandmotherly sort, with hair dyed light brown, and a pussy adorned with gray that I remember as being quite beautiful. It tasted like woman, not old. Her mouth, on my cock, felt like woman, not old. Her aging skin—crepey, I've heard it called—felt warm like a woman, not old. Her calm, smiling spirit made my cock harder than hard, an amazing thing after five other women had done their best to wear it out. Alone in one of the smaller tents, away from her gray-bearded husband Ronnie, she gave herself to me doggy style, moaning and cumming loud enough for everyone to hear. Then she asked for missionary style and I fucked her that way, slow and relaxed, with her mouth next to my ear, quietly saying, with deep, quivering emotion, "You're such a good boy."

I woke, in a tent that wasn't mine, to bright light and the smell of bacon, with my head numb, aching. Linda, behind me, with her arm around me and her legs snuggled in like a spoon, moaned softly when she felt me stir. It was the moan of a headache, like mine. I remembered drinking tequila, and lots and lots of Utica Club beer.

"Morning, wildman," she said, her voice soft, deep, and dry.

As I lay there, I remembered that we hadn't had sex, hadn't kissed, hadn't even touched. Having her against me, naked and warm, was a wonderful thrill. I reached for the hand that was lazily draped on me and pulled it into more of an embrace. "Can we just stay here all day like this?" I said, my voice barely working.

"Yup," she murmured, and then my tired brain lit up with sparkling magic when her hand made it's way to my cock. I didn't have a full erection, but I was thick and solid with morning wood. "God, you are...somethin'," she said when she felt that it was already big and weighty. "I wanna wait, though, till we're alone. I want it to be perfect."

I rolled onto my back so I could see her, and I nodded. Alone sounded perfect indeed. Our first kiss came then, as we lay there, a kiss that was unforced and sublime. The warmth of the summer sun had heated the tent, and I felt as if I was back in the sweet comfort of my mother's womb. Linda's hand started to stroke my hardness as we kissed, but she pulled away and stopped. "Are we waiting?" she softly asked, her eyes piercingly horny.

I heard the murmur outside, our swinger friends conversing, and I new it wasn't the perfect place, not for my first time with Linda. "Yeah," I said. "We're waiting. But not long." I kissed her again and I knew I was crazy about her. I felt those amazing, wonderful pangs of love that one doesn't experience too often in life.

When we sat up we realized that naked was our only choice. There were no clothes, no towels. I unzipped the door and peeked out, glad to see that most of the hung-over revelers were naked or mostly so. And so Linda and I went boldly where we'd never gone before, to a world of daytime nudity, walking out amongst our new friends, me with a half-hard cock that was bigger, at the moment, than any of the other men. The women seemed to enjoy seeing it, their eyes lighting up as we spoke our morning pleasantries. The men enjoyed seeing Linda, too, their eyes delighting in her youth and her beautifully aroused nipples.

Pancakes and bacon were on the menu, and fresh coffee. We stood and sat around the smoldering embers of last night's fire, eating and sipping, gazing at the filigree of ripples on the lake's surface, talking about everything but sex. I couldn't help but think about it. The experience of having sex with six women in one night, all of them older, ranging in approximate age from thirty to sixty-five, with bodies of all shapes and sizes, was nothing short of life-changing for me. In my early twenties, as I was at the time, I had been conditioned, like all boys and young men, to think of only a certain type of girl as desirable. The 'Playboy aesthetic,' I call it; the young slender woman with phenomenal tits and a perfect ass, long of leg or maybe proportionally petite. Big eyes with smokey makeup, and smooth skin. But what I found there on Bear Foot Lake's beach was something different. I found women who loved sex. Women who weren't beautiful but loved themselves, or at least liked themselves, and loved that they made my cock hard, and loved that my face went all goofy when they made me cum. I learned from those women that sexuality and excitement isn't about beauty. It's about spirit, and desire, and touch. The touch of a desirous woman is so powerful. The warm softness of a woman's breast, whether firm or sagging, is magic. The whimpering moans from a woman's mouth when she cums, it's transcendent. Her beauty is herself. Her beauty isn't her looks, it's her sexuality, her desire, her spirit of life. It was a powerful lesson to learn, and I learned it effortlessly, with the greatest of pleasure, thanks to those six remarkable women. Six shapes, six sizes, none of them with the Playboy aesthetic except maybe Annie. She'd fit into a Playboy 'Moms Next Door' issue, quite nicely. Of course they'd do their best to ruin her with makeup and photoshop. I like her in her natural state, slightly disheveled, camping in the primitive woods.

After breakfast, things remained remarkably normal, although the nudity remained. There was bathing in the lake, shaking out and drying towels, cleaning cookware, gathering empty beer cans and trash. Three of the men dressed to hike out for a beer run, and the other three went forth into the woods, in search of the elusive dead-and-down tree to cut up for firewood.

Linda and I, clean and wet, made our way up the path to get dry and nap away our hangovers. We knew, as we were drying, that there'd be no clothes, just our warm, freshly cleaned bodies, close together in the cocoon-like little tent. We smiled at each other as we scrubbed the wetness out of our hair with our towels, but we didn't speak. The silence was an aphrodisiac, and my cock started to grow. Linda took hold of it, pulling me to the tent's entrance, to the cozy warmth of the inside. And then we fucked. So beautiful, and so warm, and so perfect. I think we both thought we were in heaven. I know I did. There wasn't enough headroom in the little tent for doggy style, unfortunately, so it was missionary, and low down girl-on-top, and, after a contortionistic turn-around, a glorious, everlasting sixty-nine.

Heaven. Pure heaven.

Snuggled together, with her head on my shoulder, after her third or fourth orgasm, Linda said, "Gordon's not as into sex as you are. How come I never knew? Janine never said anything about how good you are."

"Probably because I never knew," I said. "And Janine is...compared to last night she's, like, super conservative, I guess. And I just sorta was, too."

"Really? Me too," Linda said. "Last night was...all new for me."

I nodded because I knew. Linda was always quietly shy. That was part of her charm. Going wild with six older men, one after the other, sometimes with two or three at once, with me watching—it was totally out of character for her.

There, in the warmth of my tent, I turned my head to get a look at her. I smiled because she looked so peaceful. There was no regret in her softly sparkling eyes. And then I rolled her onto her back and I fucked her missionary style again, slowly, deeply, rapturously, with our kissing mouths fused together with wet heat. The scientists call it copulation. I call it a perfect dream.

A little while later, after we'd both drifted off to sleep and awakened to the soft sounds of the woods, we lounged naked in each others arms. Linda laughed, saying that she needn't have bothered to bring her bathing suit, "Not that it's much of one," she winked.

I guess I knew deep in my heart that the two of us were going camping alone together for a reason, even if, with both of us in relationships, I didn't want to admit it. But the thought of Linda bringing skimpy swimwear intrigued me. It clarified things a little, knowing that 'sexy' was on her mind when she picked out what to bring. "Show me," I said. We crawled out of the tent and I watched her rummage through her backpack and pull out the two pieces of a bikini. "Show me," I said again.

"You want...me to put it on?" She looked confused, surprised.

I guess she thought naked, as we were, was as good as it gets, but I was deeply curious to see how things would have played out if the Upstate Swingers of New York hadn't changed our lives in a hurry. Just how would subtle, quiet Linda have tried to seduce me, I wondered?

"It's new," she said. "It sounds kinda funny now, but...I thought maybe it was...too sexy."

"But you brought it anyway."

Linda nodded. And then she put it on, right there in the outdoors, with me watching. She smiled bashfully, blushing. If I hadn't fallen in love with her already I would have right then. She adjusted the two pieces on her, just so, and she looked at me and giggled. A whistle cut through the air, from down on the beach. It was David. He smiled and Linda waved.

"Oh yeah, you're wearing that," I said.

Linda giggled again, her smile wide and bright. "Really? You like it?"

"Yeah, but...mostly I like the way you wear it. It's you."

"It's not. I'm not really a bikini girl. It's the kind of thing my mom would conveniently lose."

"Yeah, well, she's not around, is she."

"God no!" Linda said, glancing down at the men who'd fucked her so thoroughly the night before.

She seemed to get used to wearing the little bikini in a hurry, going about her business around our pine-needle-carpeted campsite quite comfortably. I showed her the bathing suit I brought, and I tried to put it on, but she said no. I guess she liked being in the presence of a naked man, or men, I should say. I saw her glance often at the men down on the beach.

It was when I saw one of those glances that the gravity of the situation hit me. Another night was a few hours away, and she'd made no mention of it. With Linda and I falling for each other, as we most assuredly were, was it right to stay? It would undoubtedly be another night of hedonistic excesses, each of us doing the nasty with more than a few others. If Linda and I were going to have a real, viable, long-term relationship, would that be, on the day of our falling in love, the best way to start it?

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There was enough time left before sunset to hike out, to go back to her place, or mine, or maybe even one of those old-fashioned Adirondack motels along the way. It seemed only right to talk to her about it.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess...maybe we could," she said. I was easy to see there was more going on behind those pretty eyes of hers. "It's kind of a long hike this late, though, isn't it?"

"We could do it," I said. "We'd have to hustle to get everything broken down and packed up."

She thought for a second, with that unusual look on her face. "Yeah, that's...too much. I'll be easier tomorrow."

"Yup," I said. I glanced down at a couple on the beach, fucking doggy style, slow and relaxed. It was Mitch and sweet, grandmotherly Faith. Linda had seen them, too. Voices rang out from the end of the main trail — three cases of beer had arrived, and bottles of booze were held high. "Paaaartyyyy!", one of the guys yelled.

"Your new friends are pretty wild," I said. "David would have been bummed if you'd left him."

"Hey!" she scolded, with a smile.

We didn't say much after that. The quiet of the surrounding forest seemed to hold us in its spell. Like the night before, we made dinner and sat and ate it, the difference being my nudity, Linda's sexy bikini, and the knowing smiles we shared as we ate. The thoughts in my head plumped and lengthened my cock two or three times. Linda noticed it, smiled, and even got goosebumpy more than once. Quiet anticipation smoldered in a remarkably thrilling way. Our campfire was burning but I didn't pay much attention to building it up. We both knew we wouldn't be needing it much longer. Smoke rose in a column toward the quickly darkening sky. The smoke from the fire down on the beach did the same. Our world felt primitive and pure, perfectly cut off from the civilized.

After we cleaned up our dinner mess, Linda said, "Wanna go get a beer?"

I smiled and wanted to laugh. It sounded so innocent, like there was a bar down the block, but she and I both knew this was very, very different.

"You think I'm a slut, don't you," she said, but her expression wasn't one of worry. Her eyes were sparkling, happy. Her mouth was the faintest smile.

"Never," I said. "Never have, never will. What I think, is that you're awesome. Are we going like this? You dressed and me...not?"

She looked down at her cutely sexy bikini. "Should I take it off?"

"Nope," I said. "It feels kind of strange for me to be this way, but...no, let's just go."

The excitement of saying it made me shiver even though the evening was warmer than it should be, and strangely bug free.

Our new friends greeted us with happy smiles and hugs. Linda's bikini prompted lots of nice comments and a discussion about the sexiness of the right kind of clothing. Swimsuits, lingerie and cocktail dresses were all discussed. A couple of the guys mentioned topless as being the ideal — a woman with a sexy something on the bottom with nothing on top. Linda, bless her shy, quiet heart, gave all us men a thrill when she bashfully, blushingly, took of her top. It wasn't incidental, done off to the side or turned away from us. It was a true unveiling, with reverent silence and all eyes on her. It was clearly a powerful moment for her, and even though it was a simple thing, it made more than one cock hard, mine included.

I never asked her about that that turning point, that milestone, but I'm sure it thrilled her that her own beautiful nippley breasts were the catalyst for so much horny desire. The energy was different that night, lower but smoldering. There were more one-on-ones, in the tents, and quieter threeways. Not that it was all indoors. When we were all still outside by the fire, under a million newly appeared stars in the sky, Linda took my hand and completely surprised me. The night before and the stripping of her bikini top had apparently opened the door to her exhibitionist desires. She started by giving me a blowjob, with everyone casually drinking and watching, and then, before I came, she pulled me down and offered her beautiful ass and pussy to me, doggie style, with her back arched low like a perfect pornstar. I can only assume that she'd wanted me that way, earlier in my tent, but the lack of headroom made her wait. Of course I fucked her, with the drinking quieting and all eyes watching. It may be the wildest thing I've ever done in my life, fucking beautiful Linda that way, in such an exhibition. Her stunning orgasm, right there in front of all those men's eyes, was one to remember. It was Mindy who started the whooping applause, and Linda took a bow, so blushing and shakey she looked as if the ovation was giving her another orgasm.

She and I didn't exactly stick together all evening, but we ended the night together, in the big tent with four others. Either Linda already knew how to pleasure another woman's pussy or she learned it right then and there. I remember fucking her mind-melting tightness while she ate Annie's beautiful pussy, the three of us orgasming in noisy harmony. That one took it all out of me, I thought, but thank God for Viagra, and thank God for Mindy's supernatural blowjobs. She hardened me up for more, more than once.

I dated Linda for a year after that weekend, the best year, sexually, of my life. We got together with our swinger friends three more times that year, once at David and Annie's house, once at Mindy and Mitch's house, and once at a cheap motel the club had taken over for a 'Hedonism Weekend'.

Linda and I gradually realized we wanted different things out of life, kids/no kids, city/country, so we went our separate ways but remain friends. After she got her degree she moved to Chicago, met a man, married him and had three children. She and I still email each other once in a while. "I've pushed aside my sluttish tendencies," she once wrote, "and I'm not sure I'm happy about it."

One of my favorite memories of Linda is from that Saturday afternoon at Bear Foot Lake, the two of us naked in my claustrophobic little tent, with our clearing minds leaving our hangovers behind after our wild first night with our new friends. It was the hour when Linda and I discovered each others bodies, every inch of them, as brand new lovers. I was on my back, on top of my sleeping bag, with the sweet taste of her pussy lingering in my mouth. The bright light of the day filtered in through the tent's thin fabric, its door unzipped and open. We occasionally heard laughter drifting up from the beach down below, and a noisy red squirrel chirped incessantly in the towering trees above us. Linda was scrunched up between my legs, with my powerfully hard cock in her loving mouth. My fingers were in her silken hair, and I breathed the scent of the pines.

The End