A Magic Place For Sex

There's State Park not to far from where I attended college, and I solo camped there quite a bit while I was a student. There was a natural bridge back in there, and I only took my serious girls up for that hike. The first one I went with was really enthused and by the time we got to the trails end, she pulled me down by a particular bush, and screwed like Eve first and last day on Earth. I had heard from a girl friend of a girl friend that was her plan, and I drug it out as long as possible.

Five years later, I made the move on a pending divorcee, who wanted to get outside out of town, so I didn't even make it fully up the trail, till I slipped my hands up her blouse, then down in her pants, and fucked her doggy style behind a large boulder. We went on up to find the same particular bush, where I suggested we sit a spell; she laid down her jacket for her ass, but soon dropped her jeans fully, and rolled up to me for a hard, long missionary fuck.

Seven years later, while driving the nearby Interstate with another divorcee in tow, I invited her up the newly established official trail to stretch our legs during a rest stop. I wasted no time squeezing ass cheeks, pinching her tits and finally giving her a good rubbing between her legs. The new camp ground was deserted, so I stood her up against a new grilling grate, pulled down her jeans, and stroked her out once, then got her blouse fully open, gave those full breast a few more squeezes, then was back up for round two. After some giggling small talk, I finally took her back up by my a favorite bush, and in no time time she was on her back, sans jeans, and I laid it to her as long as she could take it.