Wynn

There was no hiding the bulge in my boxers as I crawled out of the bed. I caught Wynn staring at it so as I stood up I made a big deal out of raising my arms, spreading my legs and stretching. As I told her how good I slept. She was all ready to go exploring, a baggy shirt, loose shorts that reached almost to her knees and boots already on. So I enjoyed a really great breakfast. But I did it in my boxers.

The day was great. Some many waterfalls and wonderful trails to follow that it was late before we made it back to the campground. Thank goodness for digital cameras. I must have taken several hundred photos. Wynn ran off to shower while I downloaded photos to my laptop and the backup drive. I was just finishing her photos when she came from the showers, telling me that by the time I had showered supper would be ready so I should get my buns in gear.

After we ate Wynn suggested we sit outside again for a bit. As we were drinking our beer she was yawning and saying how much we walked and how much she enjoyed it and how sore and tired she was. I was thinking she was trying to put off the next thing on the agenda.

Me: “Well maybe we should move back inside. It’s getting dark and the bugs will be out shortly and I think it’s time that we do something.”

Wynn: “Ok…If that’s what you think. I’m kind of sore but I wouldn’t mind doing that fellatio and cunnilingus thing if you want. OK?”

Me: “Yup, that would be a good start, before we do something else.”

We lay there kissing and touching as we slowly undressed each other. Wynn’s body was all I pictured. Her long legs, firm body, tight butt and small upstanding tits were a sight to behold. And we did do that cunnilingus thing for a while. After I gave her a couple of orgasms it was time to try the other thing. She insisted on doing the fellatio thing first. Before I let her finish me that way I pulled back and told her it was time.

Me: “I’m only good for one shot these days and I don’t want it to be this way. What you’re doing is great but it’s time to fuck.”

Wynn: “Ok put your protection on and we can try it. But you promised to be gentle and take it slow right?”

Me: “I promise and no protection is needed. I had a vasectomy over twenty years ago. I have no desire to be a father.”

I was slow and gentle. By the time I was completely in Wynn she was no longer afraid. In fact she turned into the tiger I thought might be hiding in her. She turned me every which way but loose. I expected it would be missionary style and that would be it. We tried a number of positions before I shot my load. Then she went back down on me and raised the dead for another round. It was the first time I had two orgasms in the same night in over ten years. Remarkable, and along the way Wynn had several more. It was midnight before we finally called it a night.

The next morning I woke up to her head on my stomach and warm breaths moving across the head of my pecker and fingers softly massaging my balls.

Wynn: “Want to do it again? Maybe one time you know, before breakfast ok? How about it big guy? If I had known it was so much fun I would have do it a whole lot earlier. How about it? Just one more time and then we can go out and check out a few more rivers.”

It was almost noon before we were done and had breakfast. The campers across the road from us were watching us real close as we got ready to leave for the day. The guy gave me thumbs up as we pulled out of the campsite. I didn’t realize that maybe we were a little noisy but something was clearly telling them a lot of activity was taking place.

That’s how the week went. It was a little sex in the morning and then a great breakfast to start the day. We would hike and take photos and then stop for lunch at a local restaurant before going on to the next river. Then wonderful suppers, showers and then a lot of sex in the evenings, in fact we even stopped having a beer after supper most nights.

Wynn wasn’t a big fan of swallowing my discharge so it was normally a prelude to the main event. But she was very talented with her mouth and tongue so she was able to get me hard a second time. I know it was just so she could get another trip down pleasure lane but I admit I was getting something out of it. I had more orgasms that week then maybe the previous three months.

As the week came to a close Wynn was almost finally satisfied.

Part 6

Wynn: “Wow. I don’t believe how stupid I was. Intercourse, fucking is unbelievable. I have to admit I’m a little sore down there but if you can find a place to pull over before the Iowa state line I’m ready to go one more time. How about you big guy, and I do mean big. You got one more time in you? I can’t believe I could take all that sausage you are packing down there. Wow oh baby! I’m a new woman.”

All my previous thoughts about playing the field had disappeared. One short week with Wynn had turned the tables. I was seriously considering being a one woman man. I was not sure what love was but I may have found it. Then it crashed.

Wynn: “This was so much fun. I can’t wait to try it out with others. I know that you’re bigger than my Henry. You know, down there. How big is it? How long? Are you bigger than most? Or is my Henry maybe smaller than average? I’m going to have to check out other guys aren’t I? Thank you John, you’ve opened my eyes to a whole new life. I can’t wait. Thank you…Thank you. How can I ever repay you for your kindness and understanding? Oh…I could just kiss you.”

The end

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