I worked at a campground in the early 90s. I’d been married for 20 years and never strayed once.

I dealt with nearly every camper who came through. I had flirted at times but never seriously. One weekend in the late fall I had to deal with a dissatisfied customer. I was able to come to a compromise with her. Her name was Jane. The negotiations seemed more like flirting than a business transaction. She and her husband were new to the campground but would return a couple more times that fall. During the last weekend of the season we had various contests giving campers a chance to win merch, free canoeing or a weekend of camping for the following year. She and her husband won a free weekend for the following year. While getting her award, I could feel a connection and the flirting continued. Little conversations like “I look forward to seeing you next year.” and “I’ll accommodate you any way I can.” And her answers like, “I can’t wait.” And “I’m glad you will be most accommodating.” They seemed to have a sharp double meaning.

The following May they returned. They seemed pleased that I remembered them when I asked if they would be using their free weekend pass. She suggested that she’d stay at the desk and check in and her husband would go on to set up. I enjoyed checking her in, and the conversation we had. She asked about what activities we had during the weekends and about some of our hiking trails. As she left she asked if I ever lead any of the activities. I told her, I do the early morning bird walks and fill in for other staff on their days off or when we had increased interest in some activities.

She smiled and said, “Thanks for everything, I’ll see you around.” I watched her walk away and caught her glancing over her shoulder as she passed through the door.

Saturday morning she showed up for the bird walk as did two others. I seldom had anyone show up for these, but was delighted I didn’t have to cancel the activity. We walked a trail that passed along the river that allowed us to pass across by stepping on boulders in the shallow water. I was the last to cross with Jane directly in front of me. One rock was a bit of stretch to reach because of her short stature. She didn’t fall, but slipped, and I reached out to stabilize her. My right hand caught her under the arm and I could feel her small boob fit perfectly in my hand.

“Excuse me for that,” I said in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“That’s fine” she responded. “It adds to the adventure.”

In all we checked off a couple dozen birds and had a nice walk, saw some deer and a variety of animal tracks. By the end of the walk the other couple had drifted on ahead and Jane and I walked side by side. She asked about other places around the camp and if there were any really remote places of interest. I mentioned an old abandoned quarry up a steep hill in the southwest area of the campground.

“Does anyone go there very often?” she asked.

“No, just the camp staff,” I replied.

“Can anyone go there?”

“It’s not off limits but we don’t maintain the trail, so it’s tricky to find.”

“What attracts them there?”

I laughed, “Mostly each other?”

“What do you mean?"

“Well, they go there to blow off steam and sometimes each other.”

I could see light come on in her head as it dawned on her what I meant.

“It’s where they go to pair off. Sometimes they take campers they meet with them, which they shouldn’t. I’m not to supposed to know this but the staff calls it ‘Hook Up Ridge,” I explained.

Giggling, she replied, “I see, Now I really want to see it.”

For the rest of the walk she asked about other stuff about me, how long I worked there, if I was married, did we live at a camp, etc.

She asked me if I got any time off during the day. I told her not really but there are times I just walk through the camp to check on how things are, stop and talk with campers etc. PR stuff. It was part of the job but I considered it a break.

Sunday Jane showed for an archery class I was conducting. She claimed it was something she always wanted to learn to do. We both seemed to enjoy the ritual of teaching her how to hold the bow and arrow. I swear she pushed her backside into my groin as I was standing behind her. My cock definitely responded and she had to have noticed. Class ended and we each went our own way.

I thought about her the rest of the day.

About 5pm, she showed up at the office.

“Hi, Jane, are you checking out?”

“John is, but I think I’ll stay through the week if our site is available, or if I could move to another site.”

I checked and their site was unrented through the next weekend. I made the adjustment to the registry. She paid and she left.

I watched her walking away. My penis grew in stature so that I had to adjust it so no one else noticed. I caught myself thinking, “I want to fuck you.” Shocking myself with he thought, I shook my head and went back to work.

Later that evening she came back in the office and browsed the camp store. She waited a good bit just standing around until the rest of the customers left the store.

She approached me and asked, “Sometime when you’re walking through the camp why don’t you stop by my campsite.”

“Sure, I’d be glad to.”

Soon after, I locked up shop and went home.

I began fantasizing about Jane. Her cute curly brown hair, her petite body, her small perky breasts, those hazel eyes that searched my soul. I was hard all evening, inflamed with lust. As I snuggled in with the wife I cuddled up against her, my erection caressing the fold of her butt and my arms wrapping around her, my hands kneading her breasts. As my hand slipped down her belly toward her pussy, my mind conjured up images of Jane. Just as my hand touched the fur just above her opening, she grabbed my hand and pulled it away and held it against her waist.

“Sorry, not tonight, big guy. I started my period.”

“Would you indulge me with a blow job?”

“I’m tired and really not in the mood. Maybe in the middle of the night?”

Middle of the nights were rare occurrences, but I held out hope. I lay there with my thoughts as I felt her fall to sleep.

Lying on my back with the sheets below my waist, my cock hard, my balls hurt and my mind on fire with lust, I started imagining Jane touching my cock, squeezing it, not jerking me, just squeezing. My hand wrapped around my hardness and squeezed. I convinced myself it was Jane’s hand. Without noise and not making the bed move so much as an inch, I squeezed and relaxed squeezed and relaxed.

I imagined Jane speaking to me, “Relax, enjoy, don’t move. I’ll get you off. Enjoy your hardness, feel the strain and pain of your desire. Cum for me as I squeeze your cock.” And I came. Cum squirting on my chest, I choked back the groan I wanted to release. Wow, I hadn’t cum like that for ages. With my chest and belly and neck soaked in cum, I slowly scooted out of bed.

My wife stirred and asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yea, I just have to pee,” I replied.

It was difficult not to drip cum onto the floor as I moved to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up and buried the towel in the hamper and made a mental note to throw a load of laundry in the washer first thing in the morning. Back in bed I fell to sleep quickly.

The next morning I guiltily gathered up some clothes and the contents of the hamper, went downstairs and started a load of laundry. At breakfast my wife said, “You did laundry?”

“Yea, as hot as it’s been, I want to be sure I have enough shorts and camp shirts to get through the week.”

“Well, thanks. By the way, I need to do grocery shopping this morning. I’m going to do some other chores while in town. I’ll see you when I get home.”

After breakfast, we kissed good bye. A deep wet kiss that lingered. “Sorry about last night,” she said. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

Mondays at the campground were a bit laid back: clean up from the weekend and start getting ready for the next weekend. During weekends we became a small city with about 6,000 people in campers. During the week days in May it was more like a wilderness with fewer than 100 people in a few dozen campers left. After checking into the office to see if I needed to address anything or answer questions from the office staff, I usually drove the camp and walked through some of the areas to check if anywhere had issues to address. Before leaving, I checked the reservation book and noted what site Jane was on.

As I entered the area of Jane’s campsite I noticed that there were only three campers in the whole area, where just a day ago there were 115. I parked the car and walked through the area. No one at the first two sites. I found Jane sitting by a dying campfire finishing up breakfast.

“I hope you don’t mind that I took you up on your offer to stop by on on my walk through?” I asked, startling her slightly.

“Well hi! Come sit. Want some coffee?”

“Sure.” I sat down. She poured me some in a tin cup, handed it to me and I took a sip.

“Oh, that hits that spot,” I said.

I’m glad I please you,” she said. “I was hoping you’d stop by. I’ve been thinking about going on a hike today. Would you be able to find time to show me the way to Hook Up Ridge?”

“Well I suppose. It’s a long hike from here. The staff usually drives to a trail head about a half mile from the quarry. I haven’t been up there for a while. I could use that as an excuse to go up there today.”

We finished our coffee. I extended my hand and helped her up. I said, “My car is over there; why don’t we drive up to the trail head and it will give us more time at the quarry.”

We walked to my car and I held the door for her, got in and drove off toward the quarry. Passing by the office I passed one of the camp employees holding a chainsaw. He flagged me down. He asked about a campsite that had a fallen tree and asked what to do with cut logs. I told him to haul them to the amphitheater where we hold camp-wide entertainment. He then asked, “Where’re you off to?” I told him I was headed to quarry to check on it. I couldn’t help but see the smirk on his face as he saw Jane in the car with me.

I parked at the trail head. We got out and proceeded to walk along the overgrown path. As I stepped on and pushed briars out of the way, I took Jane’s hand and guided her through. As the trail became more navigable I didn’t think to release her hand, nor did she loosen her grip on mine. As we climbed off the ridge down into the quarry, there were plenty of opportunities to make physical contact as I guided and assisted her down the terrain. I got hold of her around the waist, copped a couple of feels and even picked her up and held her slightly as we moved around and across the rocking way. She seemed fine with this. As we talked I asked why her husband had gone home. She said that he had to work and go for therapy. She explained that he had an accident six months ago and was just getting back in the swing of things.

At the bottom of the quarry there was a five-foot wall that I jumped down and reached back so I could help her jump. In the process her shirt rode up and I could see her bare breasts briefly. I noticed her tiny nipples were hard and her small tits were firm. She more or less fell into my arms and we stared into each other's eyes as we held the embrace longer than we needed to. I nearly kissed her but didn’t.

As I released her and she looked around, she said, “This place is beautiful, quiet, serene,” and looking back into my eyes slowly said, “Se-duc-tive.”

As we walked through the quarry you could see the remains of an old campfire and a couple blankets on a small shelf intruding the canyon-like wall.

She giggled and said, “I see why they call it Hook Up Ridge…” She pointed to a spent condom on the ground.

She continued, “Do YOU come up here often?”

I answered, “Just once, with my wife.”

“I bet that was fun.”

At the end of the quarry there were several waist-high quarried stones lying around. Probably some of the last stones cut from the bedrock walls. We stood side by side, leaning against a stone, arms touching. I reached and folded my fingers among hers.

“Are you sure you’ve only been here once?”

“Well, I’ve been here a few times but only with one person, my wife, just once, with my wife,” I said in an awkward overstatement.

“Did you two do it?”

My blushing face gave away my answer.

“So, what did you do when you came alone up here?” She was just a little bit heavy on the word “came.”

“Just looked around,” I lied. How could I tell her that in the solitude I took off all my clothes and walked around feeling the breeze against my skin and allowed myself be seduced by nature, and well…?

I released her hand and put my arm around her and she snuggled into me. We stood there cuddling as we leaned on a large stone, taking in the view, the nature noise and warm spring breeze. I looked down at her just as she lifted her face to look at me. I kissed her. First a small peck on her lips and then a lingering kiss. Then I pushed my tongue through my lips, then through hers. She took it in her mouth willingly. We kissed, deep, wet and wanting. Our hands toured each other's torsos, necks, faces. Mine ran down her back, grabbing her bottom and pulling her hips into my groin. She wrapped her arms around my hips and caressed my butt.

My hands came up her back and across her shoulders, caressing her small breasts; they were just large enough to fill the palms of my hands. My hands slipped to the bottom of her shirt and I pulled it upward over her belly, breasts and face. She instinctively raised her arms and it slipped off them and I set it aside. I thought it only fair at this point to be naked from the waist up as well and I pulled my shirt off. I reached for her naked breast to feel them in my hand. She rubbed her hand across my chest and pinched my nipples with her fingers.

I could feel her nipples, hard against the center of my palms, and I slowly drew my fingers around her nipples which were about the size of a pea. I lowered my head and took her left nipple in my mouth, then the right. When I raised my head to come up for air, she alternately took my nipples into her mouth.

Next, my hands were on her waist band and I pulled Jane’s shorts and panties down. She stepped out of them and I set them with her shirt. I lifted her and sat her on a stone on top of my shirt. Her legs spread slightly apart; I could see her fuzzy muff but it appeared she was smooth around her lips. I unbuckled my pants, unzipped them, kicked off my shoes and pulled my pants down and set them aside. She reached out and rolled her hands around my very erect penis.

“How is this happening?”

I replied, “We both wished it.”

I placed my fingers over her pussy lips and kissed her again. She parted her legs to give me full access. Her pussy was small, very tight around my finger as I entered her. She exhaled an audible sigh as I slowly fingered her. She grew wetter and more slippery with each penetration. I added a finger and curled them both against the roof of her pussy. I could feel every ridge, crevice and fold as her pussy squeezed my fingers snugly inside her.

I lowered my head and licked her clit. She held my head in place as I lapped her clit and lips violently as my fingers slid in and out and across the roof of her pussy. She gasped and moaned and cried, “Oh God yes.” She tensed and shuddered, convulsing as if having a seizure. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers and she panted like she could barely breathe.

Slowly she relaxed. I very slowly withdrew my fingers. Fluid dripped from her slit. I’d never seen a wetter pussy. I kissed her mouth deep and long and positioned myself between her thighs, my cock tip rested right at her opening, just touching, not penetrating. We made eye contact. I said, “What’s next is up to you.”

“I can’t. John’s accident, he can’t... we haven’t... six months. I can’t, can’t chance getting pregnant,”

“I had a vasectomy. I’m safe; I can’t make babies.”

“Still, I can’t. I want... no... yes. No.”

“It’s okay.” As I said this I straightened up, moving my hips about an inch toward her.

I felt the tip being kissed by her inner lips, barely penetrating her opening. I restrained myself, holding this position, savoring the feeling, when she loudly said, “YES, YES.”

I pushed another inch; she pushed back. “YES, YES, YES, FUCK ME. YES!” As her hazel eyes fixed into a deep stare into mine I pushed slowly. She was so tight. It felt like I bottomed out when I was only halfway in. I pulled out, pushed in, pulled out, pushed in, slowly adding pressure, trying to get deeper. I could feel her pushing back. She wrapped her legs around me and tried to pull me in deeper. Slowly, I was in another inch, then suddenly we were pelvis to pelvis, both of us grunting and moaning in unison, “Oh yes, oh fuck, don’t stop, fuck me. YEEESSS.” Until then, we never lost eye contact.

I exploded inside her again and again. When I was done cumming, I just kept on fucking her. I was possessed and so was she. Loosened up, she fucked me back fast and heavy. Over and over, in and out. She tensed and shuddered just like before and let out a loud long moaning sigh. I kept going I was close to a second cumming, something I’d never done before. I think she sensed it and began pushing back again. Soon I was cumming again, with all the tingles and pleasure but nothing left coming out. I was drained.

I stayed inside her for some time. Eventually my erection subsided and slipped out. My cum drained and dripped from me and her. I lowered my head and licked it up, swallowing, licking, poking my tongue deeper, swallowing more. She responded by gripping my hair and pulling my face in. I licked, sucked, and used my fingers like before until she tensed and shuddered one more time.

We kissed long and deep.

I said, “Thank you.”

She looked deep into my eyes and said, “Wow, thank you!”

We dressed and held hands and smiled at each other as we exited the quarry, and drove back to the campsites. As we entered the office area we passed the employee with the chain saw. He gave me a thumbs up and with a smile made the “lips zipped” sign across his mouth. I smiled to myself seeing this. Jane noticed, too, saying. “I hope we can trust him.”

Back at the camper, I looked around. The coast being clear, I gave her one more long deep kiss, then walked back to my car.