The next morning, (Wednesday) we checked out of the motel and went to the campgrounds. (Yes, we were that broke. Luckily, I had been smart enough to pack my tent.) I had to write a hot check for 2 days lot rent.

He came over that evening. We talked and flirted for hours. I asked him if he wanted a tour of the tent (it was a 3 room tent), he bit and we ended up in my “bedroom” we laid on my palette and talked and gazed into each others eyes.


I kept waiting for him to kiss me. I didn’t want to pressure him. I wanted him to make the first move that way I knew it was what he really wanted. There was a few times he moved in and was about to kiss me, but he would back away at the last minute. Then he moved in and gave me an Eskimo kiss (he rubbed his nose against mine.) I thought it was the sweetest and the dorkiest thing ever.

When he finally had the balls to kiss me and it was just as powerful as it was the evening before. I won’t go into much detail here…

We made . It wasn’t the best, but I allowed for first time jitters. After we had finished the first thing he said was “I just cheated on my wife.” I have never felt as guilty and cheap as I did in that moment. I wanted to punch his teeth out. I sat there, like a stone.

Then he apologized, kissed me goodnight and left. All day the next day, the girls and I swam. I had convinced myself that I really wasn’t in love with him. I wanted to leave the next day. I was so hurt by his remark after was should have been a beautiful moment. I bitched about him all day.

Later that evening he showed up. I was kind of surprised. I half expected to never see him again after the night before. He apologized continually for what he had said. I decided to give him another chance. When you love someone as much as I love you overlook things, even when you shouldn’t.

We sat on the picnic tabletop necking. I had no problem making the first move this time. I kissed him, long, hard, and good. Damn good. He hardened in my hand while the rest of his body turned to jell-o. He slid his fingers inside my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any panties. He grew harder and then he penetrated me with his fingers. I moaned with delight while my juices began flowing heavily down his hand.

A security guard across the lot watched us. I know he became aroused and couldn’t take his eyes of this couple that had become overcome with passion and a burning desire to be together. Somehow, we made our way to the tent. We undressed each other and lay down. He lowered his head to my nipple and began teasing and licking it while his fingers continued moving inside me. He kissed his way down to my stomach and then between my thighs. He began licking me there.

I writhed in ecstasy, when I was about to climax he stopped licking and penetrated me. The fireworks exploded and I convulsed with aftershocks of pure bliss. He didn’t stop thrusting. The pleasure was almost overwhelming.

We rocked back and forth, harder and faster until I felt the brilliance of a second and then a third orgasm. I had never had multiple orgasms before and I was almost certain I couldn’t handle another one when my body shook and tensed with another beautiful release at the same time as his climax. I felt the heat of his pleasure pour inside me and it lengthened my own pleasure. We lay there, still joined, recovering from the rapture.

That was also the first time I had experienced simultaneous climaxes. It rocked. We declared our love for each other and laid there thinking about how in the world we could make our relationship and what would become of his marriage. He swore to me that if I would move to North Platte to be with him, he would leave his wife.

To be continued…

On this day..