It was late in May 1985. Kelly and I got away for a long weekend and rented a tiny cabin in northern Wisconsin. Kelly and I were both twenty-five. Kelly was 5’2” and I was 6’4”. Kelly had big 34F boobs (that barely sagged at all) with nice sized pink areola and nipples. Her straight dishwater-blond hair hung to the back of her knees. She was all leg, with a short torso, a cute little bubble butt, and sexy feet. It was still spring, so she hadn’t shaved her bush for bikini season. While very neatly trimmed and plucked around the edges, it had fully grown out and poofed up.
We arrived Friday evening, made a campfire, cooked, watched the fire, went to bed, had a quick fuck and fell asleep. Saturday, we wandered around the little town for a while and then went canoeing once it warmed up. When we got back to the cabin we showered and spent an hour fucking in the cabin. We started in the bathroom with Kelly bent over the tiny sink. We moved to a window that looked toward the woods behind the cabin. Kelly was on her tip-toes with her hands high on the sides of the window. Her boobs were up against the glass as I fucked her standing up. That’s a tough position for us for very long because of our height difference.
We moved to the small double bed. The front curtains were wide open and we hadn’t dressed at all since our showers. We started in the missionary position, then I lifted her legs high in the air. I love to cum in that position, so we had to change it up. I got on the bottom and Kelly rode me like a cowgirl. Her tits were bouncing and the shitty old bed frame sounded like it may not last. I let Kelly do all of the work as I calmed down and held my load. I saw shadows pass quickly across the room. A few people had walked past the cabin. I asked Kelly if she saw them, just as she had an orgasm. It was the third orgasm since we started to fuck. Considering the timing, I was pretty sure she did see the folks walk by.
She said, “Yeah. I think it was our neighbors. They must have been at the office.” Our neighbors for the weekend were a couple in their 40’s or so. Our cabin was between theirs and the small office.
“I think the guy may have seen us,” she said. “He looked in the window and kind of paused for a moment as his wife kept walking.”
A minute later we changed it up again. I was standing on the floor at the foot of the bed fucking Kelly doggie style. The bed ran parallel to the window and was only five feet or so from the window. Kelly’s boobs were swaying hard and I made her cum again. Kelly was trying to hold down the noise but this orgasm was her loudest yet. I caught a glimpse through the window. The neighbor was back trying to look into the room past the cheesy lace curtains.
“Your friend is back,” I said quietly.
“Are you serious?! Oh my God, fuck me hard!”
I slammed her hard, making sure I wasn’t looking out the window. I didn’t want him to know we saw him. Kelly came within moments. She pulled off my cock and laid on her side. Her right leg was between my legs sticking off the end of the bed. Her left leg was straight up in the air and I was holding it tight as I fucked her. Her naked body was aimed straight at the window. She was tugging at her left boob and rolling her nipple. Kelly was moaning loudly.
“I think he sees me!” she groaned. The voyeur got brave and stepped right up to the window.
Kelly was looking right at him. Kelly got loud.
“Oh my God he’s staring right at me! He’s watching me fuck! He’s going to watch me cum!” She was so loud I knew the guy could hear her through the shabby little cabin walls. She soon screamed out, “Oh fuck!” and had another massive orgasm and squirted all over me and the bed. I kept pounding her twat and she had to grab a pillow to cover her mouth. She knew she was yelling so loud someone might call the Sherriff. She screamed into her pillow as she had another orgasm. She wanted this guy to see and hear her cum. She shoved her hands to her slit and spread it as open as it would go. When Kelly is in that zone she can’t show enough of her sex to whoever is watching.
I kept slamming her cunt as hard as I could. I was there. Knowing we were being watched was getting me off too. I felt the load making its way. Just for fun, I decided to pull out and jerked my huge load all over her body. Four long streams went from her groin up to her boobs.
When Kelly caught her breath and moved the pillow and I came down from my orgasm, we looked at the window he was gone. Holy crap! It had been a few months since we had been watched. I surprised myself at how hard we both came. Not too long afterward we heard their car pull away and they were gone the rest of the evening.
Kelly and I were exhausted and crashed onto the bed. “So, did you like being watched?”
“Fucker!” she called me and punched my arm. Kelly loved being watched while she fucked. Hell, if he had knocked on the door, he could have taken a turn himself. I fell asleep. About an hour later motion in the bed woke me up. Kelly was on her back, knees in the air, hands in her crotch masturbating away.
“Thinking about fucking him, aren’t you? You wish he had come in and stuck his hard-on in your twat. He probably has a huge cock.” Kelly loved to tease me when I was worked up. It was great to return the favor. I kept it up and a minute later her knees slammed together, her ass jumped off the bed, she screamed, "Oh fuck!” Her knees went wide and she shot another spray of her lady cum onto the bed.
Sunday morning as we lay in bed thinking about waking up we heard the neighbor’s car doors a few times as they loaded up and then the cars started up. Kelly jumped up and stood naked at the window, but it was too late. They had pulled away. I could tell Kelly was disappointed. Once someone gets her all horny she wants it to culminate in something. She climbed on top of me. Her pussy was always wet, but this morning it was very wet. She fucked me slowly, really grinding on my cock. She wanted me to cum. I paid her favor and shot my wad into her.
It had been cool the past few days but today, Sunday, it was going to be in the 70’s. We went to another little nearby town in the afternoon. Kelly was wearing a pair of moccasins and had her hair in two ponytails on the sides with leather holders. She also wore a pair of really faded out denim Daisy Dukes that just barely covered her butt cheeks, one of her super-strong bras to hold the girls high, and a flannel shirt knotted below her boobs showing off her flat tummy.
It was getting past dinner time and we really didn’t have a plan. There was a little Northwoods bar/restaurant we had driven past numerous times over the years. We drove past again and I said: “Hey, how about we try that place and see what it’s all about?” Having no better plan, Kelly agreed.
The dining area ran across the front of the place. Off to one corner were a jukebox and a table-sized ‘dance floor’. The bar ran along the back of the space. Knotty pine, newer and old beer signs and mirrors everywhere. It wasn’t dirty and beat up. It was clean, well-worn and homey. There were about ten tables, three of which were occupied. Same for the bar stools, about ten and just a few people at them. We grabbed a table. I could see the bartender, a guy maybe in his thirties. Soon a waitress came out of the kitchen and greeted us. Her name was Jennifer.
Jennifer was a good-looking girl next door. Brunette with shoulder-length hair, around 5’7-8”, very slim and probably a B cup. She was wearing sneakers, denim shorts cuffed just a little bit above her knees and a tight-fitting red team T-shirt. She was able to serve beer so she had to be at least eighteen.
Everyone had turned to see us when we had walked in. A couple of guys stared at bit longer at Kelly. Her cleavage was out for all to see and her long hair is always a show-stopper. It was Jennifer though that had the hardest time finding Kelly’s eyes. Every time she came to our table she stared at Kelly’s tits. The bartender brought out our food. He introduced himself as Gary. He said was the owner. He stayed and chatted for a moment and also enjoyed Kelly’s knockers.
We took our time eating and had a few beers each. The other tables were gone and it was just an old couple at the bar. We were hitting it off with Jennifer. She finally said she was caught up and we invited her to sit down with us. Pretty quickly she had to ask Kelly about her boobs. What size bra does she wear? How does she find anything that size? Aren’t they heavy? Does her back hurt? Did her mom have big boobs?
Kelly finally jutted her chest out and said, “Here, lift them up.” Jennifer put a hand under each breast and gently lifted them. Her eyes were wide. She couldn’t believe how heavy they were. Kelly laughed and said that’s why she had such long hair “to keep from tipping over!”
Jennifer said she “would give anything” to have boobs like that. I assured her that what she had seemed perfectly fine from what I could see. Jennifer said nobody gives her boobs a second look but Kelly’s “would stop a parade.”
Soon Gary came over to chit-chat. And flirt. And Kelly, who was horny as hell to begin with, was soon out-flirting him. Gary said he was trying to come up with some drinks for ladies and asked would she like to be his taste tester? Kelly said she “would be happy to taste anything he wanted to serve her.” She went up and sat at the far end of the bar, toward the jukebox and away from the old couple.
Jennifer hung around my table as she sort of did some work. Soon we were flirting too. Turns out she was nineteen. She told me the only thing for locals to do until tourists all show up for Memorial Day and the season kick-off was “smoke, drink, and fuck”. She had a beer at the bar she was working on and had smoked a few cigarettes since we had arrived. I asked her which was her favorite of the three? It took her a double take. Once she caught it she said, “Oh, fucking is definitely my favorite!”
Jennifer grabbed a handful of quarters from the till and loaded up the jukebox. It took about one song for the old folks to leave. I could hear Kelly laughing and having a great time with Gary at the bar. Jennifer came and sat close to me.
"You know, your wife is getting Gary pretty worked up over there. Are you okay with that?”
“Absolutely. Fucking is Kelly’s favorite thing to do too. If Gary plays his cards right he’ll probably get laid.”
Jennifer sat there with her mouth literally hanging open. After a minute she said “And what about you? What do you get to do?”
“I can do whatever I want as long as I find somebody willing.”
Jennifer sashayed away from the table back to the kitchen. She came back out a few minutes later and turned around the open sign hanging in the window to ‘closed.’ Then a popular song hit the jukebox and Jennifer started dancing. She motioned me over and we danced together. Jennifer started rubbing against me and getting me worked up.
I saw Kelly hop down from the bar stool and head to the restroom. Soon she brought me her moccasins and asked me to take them to the car for her. I could see she had stuffed her bra into one and her panties into the other. I sat them on the table next to me. Her flannel shirt hung over her shorts and was untied and fastened with one button in the middle. She was standing behind Jennifer and pulled up her shirt to flash me her beaver. Her shorts were unbuttoned and pulled open. I could see the top of her black bush showing. Kelly was intoxicated but she was at the very happy drunk stage. She wasn’t sloppy drunk.