Summer 1994: Camping Again!

I don't like camping. I have been six times in my life. First time, I met a woman named Suzy who aroused feelings in me. Over the years, I have fantasized about her maybe a hundred times...maybe more!  I'll write up one of those when I clear my mind of other stuff.

Suzy was at the campground the first time Fat Boy took me camping. I lusted for her then, but made no move on her.  I was scared.  Before Fat Boy, sex was entirely rape and "molestation" - the cutesy term applied when it's family doing it.  The term that gets family court to sentence a man to 9 mnths suspended sentence and counseling WITH the victim (me) instead of real court for a rape charge and hard prison time.

This second time camping was hot and began nearly the same as the first time.  I found out that Fat Boy always stopped at the same places on camping trips. We stopped at Ponderosa so he could fill his gut and fart for the next hour. I thought I'd puke even with the window open.  It was making my stomach churn!

We checked in and he put up the tent in record time. I found out later that for the two years before we married he and his boyfriend Cole would drive there from NY...before we moved to PA. We were together all totaled almost four years. I had planned to leave him later that year but I got pregnant. Surprising my son made it as many beatings as I got!  I was punched in the side of my head this trip for suggesting Arby's instead of Ponderosa! BAM...ringing in my ear and a loose bottom tooth! "It's fucking all you can eat!"

So, the tent was up and he went drinking. That also involved meeting up with his boyfriend while stranding me at the campground.  I remembered to grab my purse and towel...again I forgot the soap. After he
left I went walking around. We had arrived late and the pool was closed.  The registration office closed right after we arrived.  The laundry was open and the security guard I barely noticed last time was riding around in a golf cart.

I was looking for Suzy and her abusive hubby's truck.  I saw no signs of either. The campground had camper hook ups and a tent area but just two main lanes that I walked without finding her.  Damn!  I was getting sweaty but I had my towel with me to stop for a rinse at the showers...a pee first.

"Want a ride back to your tent?"  It was the security guard on the golf cart. Hey, it beats walking in the heat!  I climbed in and he sped off.  I told him the bath house area. I had my towel around my neck wiping sweat from my face. He dropped me off and sped away.  I peed and hit the wonderful hot shower hoping it would help with the toothache from the punch earlier.  It didn't. The heat aggravated it.

I walked from the shower to the laundry as there was a soda machine and I was thirsty and was now hoping the cold liquid would help the tooth.  I did find two Tylenol 3 in my purse...from the last time.  But the damn soda machine only took coins.  I never carried coins. The security guard was speeding by and I shouted, "Do you have change for a dollar?" He drove to me and stopped and smiled.

"I have a magic trick." He walked me inside the laundry and used the coin machine.  I felt stupid. I thanked him and he smiled again, "Let me know if you need more change or more magic." I took the pills and noticed his name tag said JIM. I fainted. That was my stepfather's name and it triggered me. I didn't even know the terms "trigger" or "engram" at that point in my life.

When I came to, I was on a picnic table behind the laundry. Jim was sitting on the bench watching me.  He was still smiling.  He looked at his watch and said "Just under 2 minutes. What was in those pills you took? Or was it the heat?" I told him I had a toothache and agreed that maybe it was the heat...but I knew it was his name.

"I'm certified for CPR and mouth to mouth and all cuts and bruises AND MAGIC!  But you were breathing so I just watched you." I said DARN. I don't know why. I was a married woman. An abused married woman.  But, I said it and his smile got bigger. God, I wished he would kiss me!  He didn't.

He handed me my purse and some of my drink and got up to leave and I thought I saw the hint of a boner.  I asked if he could sit with me a bit.  "I'd love to...it's lonely here at night." I was the one smiling, now.  "All I do is tell people to quiet down. Stop drunks from hitting their women and locate teens who hook up to fuck in the woods."

"Do you stop 'non-drunks' from hitting women?" He asked if it was the big guy I came with. I couldn't believe I was flirting and Jim was liking it.  I had been abused and repressed. I had never flirted! "Yeah, he brought me here...but I never CAME with him."  At that point I had probably only had a few orgasms and they were me touching myself.

I think I took Jim's breath away. "I do know other magic..." I asked him to show me and he eased me back down on the picnic table and he removed my shorts and panties.  He buried his face in my pussy and licked spots that were usually ignored when people only cared about getting their own pleasure. "You are so wet! Is that because of me?"

"YES! PLEASE KEEP GOING AND YOU'LL BE THE FIRST GUY TO MAKE ME CUM!"  I then realized I needed to quiet down as you can hear everything there at the campground. Jim was back between my legs and he had most of his hand inside me. I didn't know my pussy opened that wide. Fat Boy had a toy penis that you had to look for by lifting his stomach.  I felt like I had to pee but I knew I was about to cum...and maybe spurt!  I did and it was...magic!

I dried Jim's dripping face with my towel and put my panties and shorts on. I caught a glimpse of Fat Boy's car driving through the campground and I had to sneak back to our campsite quickly. Jim offered to beat Fat Boy to a pulp but I declined. I felt bad I never got to see, taste or feel Jim's erection. I was barely able to wobble to the campsite with my legs trembling from my first hard cum, the oppressive heat and the pills.  Fat Boy was drunk and collapsed.  We left in the morning. Looking back, I realized camping to Fat Boy was stranding me in one place so he could meet up with Cole.  He'd pitch the tent and go get drunk and suck dick.  

These days, I go suck dick and get drunk!  I guess I can relate.