I decided to retire early, so I sold my house and bought a motor home. Now, I live year-round in a campground where I do maintenance to make ends meet. It's a nice corner lot near the back of the campground, which is the farthest from the main gate and the beach. In an adjacent lot is a nice young couple, Mike and Cari, and their two kids. They're in their mid-thirties, and the kids are still in elementary school. Mike works full-time about an hour away and overtime on Saturdays. On top of that, he spends a couple of nights at home doing laundry and grocery shopping for the upcoming week. From my perspective, that was too much time to leave that pretty young wife of his alone.

I would politely nod and wave to Cari whenever I saw her. Over time, those friendly nods turned into waves that gradually became short conversations, and eventually, she started accepting my offer of a beer or two during the day. I held up a beer to her one afternoon after the kids went to the playground. "The kids are running me ragged. You wouldn't have anything a little stronger, would you?"

I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out a joint. "You mean like this?"

"I haven't done that since high school," she laughed.

"It's either this or bourbon."

"This will do just fine," she said, taking it from my hand and lighting it. Cari took a long drag before passing it to me.

I followed her lead and took a big hit myself. We passed the joint back and forth til it was gone. "Normally, I would hold off until after dark, but it looked like you needed it. Did it take the edge off?" I said, handing her a beer.

"It's a start."

"Well, I got something else that always worked on my ex," I smirked, holding up two fingers and flicking my tongue between them, "But you're a married woman," I laughed.

I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so vulgar."

"Not at all. In fact, it might be the only thing that would help turn this day around. Mike's spending another night in town to pick up some more overtime, so I might just take you up on the offer."

"Well, in that case, the offer still stands."

She followed me into my camper. "Can I freshen up?" she asked.

I pointed to the back of the camper. Anyone who camps knows the campground musk. A combination of sweat and fire smoke. I heard her turn on the shower, so I grabbed a fresh towel from the cabinet. She hadn't even bothered to slide the door shut. It was an odd thing that she hadn't closed it for privacy's sake, but then again, I was about to eat her pussy. Cari was standing in the shower with her hiked-up skirt in her teeth, holding the hand sprayer in one hand and washing her muff with the other. I placed the towel on the sink next to her folded striped panties.

I went and straightened my bed while she finished cleaning her cooch. When she came in, I stepped aside and motioned to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "I can't believe that I'm doing this," as she lay back.

"It's only oral," I said as I knelt between her legs.

I slid my hands over her thighs to her bush, parting it with my fingers. I chuckled inwardly, thinking that Mrs. Chewbacca had less hair between her legs. It was a struggle, but eventually her pink pussy lips spread open before me. I kept thinking that I would cough up a hairball later, as I slid my tongue through the silken petals of her labia to her clit. When she was good and wet, I slipped one of my beefy fingers into her juicy hole.

Cari moaned as I inserted it deep into her cunt. I pumped my finger in and out of her while I boxed her bean with my tongue. I slid my hand under her shirt and grabbed her right breast. I felt her nipple poking into the palm of my hand. Cari hooked her fingers under the cup and pulled her bra up to expose her tit. She began to rock her hips, humping her muff into my mouth as I tweaked her plump little bud. A few more minutes of constant finger and tongue action, and she grabbed the back of my head, groaning that she was cumming. "Ahh Gaah. I needed this," she grunted through her teeth.

I stood and pushed her shirt up so I could latch on to her nipple while continuing to thrust my finger into her, bringing her to another climax. As it ebbed, I asked, "Do you spit or swallow?"

"Swallow," she gasped as she scurried off the bed. In one smooth move, she yanked my shorts down. Cari grabbed my hard-on, sizing it up before she sucked it into her mouth. It was too much for her to handle orally, so she spat into the palm of her hand to stroke me while she gave me a sloppy toppy.

Cami swirled her tongue around the head of my penis while she stroked my dick. Her drool coated my shaft as she pumped faster. She pulled her mouth off to catch her breath, "Sorry it's so sloppy. You're bigger than I'm used to," she gasped between breaths before taking me back into her mouth.

Cami tried to take me deeper, but gagged whenever the tip got close to her uvula. Realizing that she couldn't do any better, she resorted to a good ole handy. She kept my tip in her mouth as she stroked and twisted her hand on my cock. I grabbed her head, " I'm going to cum," I warned just before my first squirt. We heard screaming from down the road just as I started to cum. I got a couple of good squirts into her mouth before she turned her head. The next couple of squirts splashed off her cheek.

Cari was on her feet and out the door before the kids came into view. She was still adjusting her clothes as her kids rounded their camper. "Bobby broke his finger!" their daughter yelled.

Bobby's middle finger was bent up at about a forty-five-degree angle. "It will be okay; it's only dislocated," I said over his wails of pain. I grabbed the offending digit and gave it a quick yank, popping his finger back in place. "You got ice in your cooler?"

"Some. It's half melted."

"That's even better," I said, plunging Bobby's hand below into the frigid water. "This will help with the swelling. Twenty minutes, then take a break, and then another twenty minutes. Give him some acetaminophen for the pain. I'll get some from my place. Cari told the kids to stay there and that she would bring some back.

"Thank you," she said when we got inside.

"It was only dislocated."

"No. Thank you," Cari turned my face to hers.

When I turned to hand her the pills and her panties, I noticed that Cari still had come on her face. I grabbed the towels and wiped her off.

"Happy to be of service. My mouth is open for business anytime."

"Still, one of us should pick up some condoms for next time," she said as she stepped back into her panties.

Next time, I wondered as she went back to her kids.

I kept thinking that her husband was staying in town again tonight, and that meant that I'd have another chance with her tonight or tomorrow. I knew they had condoms at the camp store, but I couldn't chance buying them. I made the walk up to the office, which was attached to the little bodega shop that had a little bit of everything. I went to the back cooler to grab a case of beer, and somehow got it in my head to pocket a pack or two of rubbers.

There were two cameras in the area—one by the beer cooler and one by the counter. I walked down the aisle where the condoms were to the cooler. I grabbed a case of beer and quickly reached for a pack of condoms, inadvertently grabbing two. Fumbling with them, I managed to get them in my back pocket before I got to the counter to pay. I hadn't stolen anything like this since high school, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute. I reached for my wallet only to find two boxes of condoms. "I can't believe I forgot my wallet," I said sheepishly. May, the owner, said she'd add it to my tab and we'd settle up at the end of the month when she pays me. I had done some extra painting along with my regular maintenance around the grounds.

Cari came back later that evening after she put the kids to bed. I invited her in for a couple of beers. When she entered, she immediately noticed the condoms. "That was quick," she said, pointing to the boxes of rubbers. Two boxes? You must think that I'm easy or something."She got a good laugh when I told her about my afternoon crime spree.

She backed me against the refrigerator, where we were out of sight, and kissed me. "I needed this afternoon worse than you know. I've been feeling pretty neglected lately, and today you made me feel wanted. I ah. Um."

"Wow. It sounds like you're breaking up with me, and I didn't even get to use the rubbers that I stole," I joked.

"It's not that. We have to be careful. Mike is a workaholic, but I don't want anyone getting hurt," she said while opening one of the boxes of rubbers.

Cari turned off the lights and sat on the couch where she could keep an eye on their camper, where the kids were sleeping. We made out for a bit before she pulled off her shirt and bra. There was enough light coming from their site that I could clearly see her breasts. I sucked one of her nipples while sliding my hand up her skirt. I was surprised to find her pantyless and even more so that she had shaved her wookie since this afternoon. She was wet, and my thick finger slipped in with ease.

She groped the front of my shorts, trying to fish out my rock-hard wang. She bit open the condom wrapper and bent down to put it on me. I could feel that it only covered half my cock. She straddled my lap and guided my cock to her hole. She sank slowly onto my cock. I held her ample titties to my mouth and sucked her nipples while she rode me. Cari was just as horny as she was this afternoon, and it didn't take long before her first orgasm. She thrust herself down on my cock with such force that the camper shook. If the trailer is rockin, don't come knockin started to play in my head. Right then, with my cock buried deep in Cari's cunt I didn't care if anyone saw my trailer rockin. She rode me until her legs started to cramp up.

I told her we could change positions if she wanted, and suggested a doggy style. Cari slid off me so I could change spots with her. She got on all fours while I knelt behind her. I slammed my cock back inside her twat, driving it up to the hilt.

"Hmmph," she groaned.

"Big?"

"Yeah. Way bigger than Mike. Oh, yeah. Give it to me," she said as

I shoved my cock in as deep as I could go.

"Humph. Ah, my fucking god, give it to me. Slam it in there," she growled through clenched teeth.

I leaned over her and grabbed her swinging tit while I hammered my meat up her sluthole. Cari slammed back, driving my cock hard against her cervix. "Hold it there!" she grunted as she climaxed.

Cari's cunt muscles clamped down on my cock with the strength of a professional arm wrestler. Her twat trembled and twitched as waves of orgasm twisted her innards. I unleashed what seemed like a gallon of cum into the reservoir tip of the rubber. We stayed like that, locked in a climactic embrace until my cock withered and slid from her cunt. We ran out of condoms over the ensuing days, sneaking in a quickie here and there when we could find time alone.

Then one day I heard her and Mike arguing. "You fucking slut!" he yelled.

"What did you expect! You're always working!"

"I work so you can have all this!" he waved at their camper.

"You're the one who wanted this camper, not me! You fucking expect me to sit up here while you do whatever it is back home!"

"I keep you up here cuz you can't keep your legs together back home. And now I find out that you're fucking someone up here, too!"

I prayed that she wouldn't tell him that I was cleaning her pipes. I'm a big guy, but I didn't think I could handle Mike when he was angry. The next day, they packed up their camper and left. I thought I'd never see Cari again, but I did. She came back a few months later with a belly bump, saying that they were going to try and make it work.

"You didn't come up here just to tell me that, did you?" Cari shook her head no. "So why?"

"I can't get pregnant twice, so I wanted to come back and give you a bareback good-bye."

She let me fuck her in all three holes before she left for the last time.

So much for my Campground Cooch.