Smokey Mountain Heat, Camping Delights! (L)

I guess the old saying fits me: “You can take the girl out of Tennessee, but you can’t take Tennessee out of the girl.” Being born and raised in the Volunteer State, I can think of no other place I would rather be. Tennessee is home and holds a special place in my heart. My husband Ben, though not born in Tennessee—actually born in Missouri and moved to Tennessee at the age of four—feels the same. This is home to us both, and we have deep roots here. After all, we met, fell in love, and got married here. I gave my virginity to him in a hotel just about 10 miles from where we now live. (That hotel, unfortunately, has been replaced by a fancier La Quinta Inn.) I am so proud to be a country farm girl from Tennessee, no matter where this life’s journey takes me. Tennessee will always be home.

One of the things I truly love is going up into the Great Smoky Mountains. My daddy used to take us riding and for picnics, hiking (we called it exploring) or if the weather was warm enough, my brother Scoot and I got to go swimming in a creek if one was nearby. I remember a couple of Sundays after church when we had a picnic in the Mountains. If there was a creek or a pond, Scoot and I would beg to go swimming. Momma wouldn’t allow us to go in our Sunday clothes, but we were allowed to go in our underclothes or, if warm enough, skinny dip.

I generally went in my bra and panties, while Scoot often times went nude. I was older, but a bit on the shy side. Scoot was all boy, and as the saying goes, went full throttle, balls to the wall. I didn’t skinny dip for the first time till I was almost in high school with my friend Carla and a couple of other girlfriends.

Fast forward to 2022:

Ben and I packed his truck with a tent, blankets, pillows, insect repellent, and a few other necessities needed for a camping trip. There are a lot of camping sites, RV parks, and the like, but we know a couple of very secluded and out-of-the-way spots where we have previously camped. Of course, it’s not as nice; we would be roughing it, but that’s what we like.

We arrived at our destination a little before dark and got everything set up. It was perfect and even had a small stream running nearby. It was a bit cool for swimming, but the fishing was good.

We gathered up some wood for a fire, then settled in for the night. We roasted weenies for hot dogs and enjoyed several glasses of wine, as well as some Crown Royal. I’m gonna be honest: we both got a little tipsy, but we weren’t going anywhere. I wasn’t drunk enough to not know what I was doing, mind you, but enough not to care 😉

It was a beautiful night, a little on the cool side but very nice as the fire kept us warm. Crickets and the like chirped around us, and the wind ruffled through the trees—just a great night to be with nature and the man I love.

I don’t know what time it was when we finally turned into our tent; however, I do know it was late. Ben and I rolled our sleeping bags out flat, then used the blankets we brought for covers. A battery-powered lantern lit up the inside of the tent where we cuddled up under the blankets on the sleeping bags and smooched a bit.

“Wanna fuck?” Ben asked softly between kisses.

” I don’t know, do you?” I answered with a giggle, then kissed him again. I then reached down and cupped his bulge in the long johns he was wearing. Yep! He definitely wanted to.

When Ben drinks a little much, he gets really horny and aggressive—not violently or in a mean way but in a sexy, sexual way. He also curses quite a bit, using some words I can’t share here (MH wouldn’t allow it) but never the Lord’s name in vain.

We kissed passionately for a while, then we both slipped out of our bottoms: me out of my sweat pants and panties; he out of his longjohns. We kept our tops on and stayed underneath the blankets. Then we resumed kissing and caressing one another. I let out a soft moan as he reached between my legs and began to finger me. Our tongues mingled as we kissed, and our desire for one another warmed us.

“Baby, you get on top. Ride me!” Ben said as he moved onto his back.

“Baby, we should have brought the lubricant. I can’t believe I didn’t think to bring any. Hope I don’t go dry on ya!” I said as I moved over on top of Ben.

“Fuck, you’ll be fine. Sit on my dick!” Ben replied, smacking my ass cheek and making me cry out.

“Fucker! That hurt!” I said as I reached between us and positioned his dick at my pussy hole.  “Ohhhhh, shit! God, baby!” I groaned as Ben thrust upward, pushing his hard cock inside me.

We kissed some more as I began to move up and down his dick, my pussy hungrily taking him in as we fucked. His cock was so stiff and felt so good. I rode him hard and squealed like a banshee in heat when I came the first time. My pussy juices dripped down his cock as I trembled in pleasure. Then I continued to ride him until another orgasm washed over me. It wasn’t as strong as the first one but felt really good. I was delirious with pleasure.

Ben rolled over on top of me, supporting himself with his arms, and began to pound me deep and hard. Each thrust made me grunt, moan, or cry out.

The blankets had moved off of us, exposing Ben’s naked ass cheeks as he fucked me. His nuts bounced off my ass as he worked his dick in and out with each delicious thrust.

“Fuck meeeee! Fu-Fuck me! Ohhhhhh, baby, yesssss!” I panted as we looked into each other’s eyes.

Ben was starting to sweat a little as he continued to thrust hard and deep. The look of desire on his face was so hot. I worked my hips to meet his, trying to fuck back as good as I was getting fucked. We both were breathing heavily, grunting and groaning like two animals in heat. I then whimpered and spasmed as my third orgasm hit.

By now we were both sweating, and I could tell that Ben was tiring and was having trouble climaxing.

“Cum for me! I want you to cum, baby! Cum on me; I want to feel your warm cum on my body, baby!” I panted as I reached between us and began to rub my clit with my hand.

“You want it! You want me to cum on you, bitch? Fuck, you’re hot!” Ben growled as he pulled out and began to beat off.

I continued to rub my clit as I watched my loving husband beat his meat. His hand worked quickly up and down his cock. Watching sent me over the edge to yet another orgasm.

“Ohhhhhhhh, baby! Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck!” I cried as I came.

Ben was still working, trying to get his nuts off with a strong look of determination on his face. I sat up and took his balls in my hand, fondling and tickling them as he stroked.

Finally, his face grimaced and he groaned. “I’m gonna cum! Put it in your mouth! Grrrrrffffmpt!”

I quickly took the head of his cock into my mouth just as he shot his cum. When he was finished, he slipped from my mouth and collapsed beside me, both of us sweaty and panting.

Once we had gained our composure and cooled down a bit, we got back under the blankets and held each other close until we both drifted off to sleep. It was a wonderful camping trip, and we plan to do it again one day.

Hope y’all enjoyed the story. Sorry so long!

Y’all stay horny for your spouse always! Love y’all!

GG