Summer before last I spent 2 days sleeping with strangers in the Copper Harbor State Camp Grounds on Lake Superior.
My idea of a vacation isn't pitching tents
and lighting camp fires with two sticks. It's not
because I haven't "roughed it" before, its just as an adult I have better options than when I was a child.
Even back then, it was obvious to my parents that
nice hotels were more to my liking than sleeping
in floor-less tents where garter snakes would scare the crap out of me. Fun memories, but not experiences I ever wanted to repeat.
As a grown up, the closest I'd come to camping was huddling under tented blankets trying to keep warm through a snow storm with Domino's Pizza Delivery
feeding me for three days.
For reasons that are still unclear, one day in July I found myself driving to Wisconsin to visit my cousin and her family. After an enjoyable weekend I said goodbye and began my trip back to Minnesota.
I missed my turn and was about to head back
when I saw another exit - this one was for Copper Harbor, Michigan.
I had always heard how beautiful it was up there and decided I could arrive before dark and then camp over night in the state park; on my return trip I'd visit the old mines near Houghton Tech, and take the University of Findlandia's genealogy tour.
So in less than 5 minutes I had decided to enjoy a super circle detour. I took the second exit sign and kept driving until I reached Houghton where I stopped for camping supplies.
There were blankets in my conversion van so I only had to pick up packaged salmon, fresh vegetables, pretzels, beer, ice and paper products plus a long heavy duty extension cord.
The tree lined scenic drive to the village of Copper Harbor was indeed spectacular. A little further out at the tip of the peninsular I found the park and paid the camping fee for 2 nights.
Driving around the park I considered all the possible sites but couldn't make up my mind on what would be the ideal lot allowable for my vehicle.
I soon returned to the gate house to find a
new campground attendant had come on duty.
There he was in all his glory. A college kid named Hans. He wore kaki shorts, and a Houghton Tech sweatshirt. That along with his aviator sunglasses pushed back on his head made him look like an all American college student although he reminded me more of the Norse God "Thor" my favorite Marvel Comic Book Hero.
This lean muscular hunk of roaring testosterone leaned in my window and inches from my face,
asked how he could help.
I told him that this was going to be the first time I ever stayed overnight in a campground and could he help me find the most ideal lot. I let him know also that I was concerned about settling in before dark.
Kindly reassuring me he replied:
"No problem Miss. Be glad to help."
With that I followed him into the office where he pointed out on the map what he thought would be a good spot for me right between 2 big RV's.
"Those folks there are related families. Come up here every summer. Good people. You'll feel real safe in between them."
He marked the spot on the back of my receipt and gave me his personal cell number to call if I needed
him after hours.
I could swear he winked as he handed me his number.
Was this darling flirting with me? I decided oh what the
hell and threw him a kiss as I pulled away.
When I saw him smiling broadly in my rear view mirror
it made me feel good and my heart beat faster.
Despite my "lecherous" thoughts I appreciated his kindness and great attitude. it was good to know
if I had any problems that he'd not be far away. I felt sure there wasn't much this big Scandinavian couldn't handle.
That night I built a fire in the pit and cooked a delicious dinner of almond grilled salmon and fresh vegetable kabobs. Just as I was trying to put
the fire out I heard the voice of Hans, the college boy who had assisted me earlier.
"May I help you put the fire out?"
I told him thanks and offered him a beer. He declined
saying that he had to work all night but that tomorrow
he had a day off and wondered if I would like to have
a personal tour of the area.
I told him I would love to see the colleges and visit
the old mines. To my delight I found out he regularly
gave walking tours for Houghton Tech and was extremely' knowledgeable regarding the mining industry.
As we talked I felt a sense of loss knowing he would soon disappear into the night, but was nevertheless thrilled at the prospect of spending the entire
next day with him.
He gave me a quick goodnight hug and said not to worry about a thing - that he would check on me when he made his rounds.
As he walked away I could see he was having trouble
controlling the growing bulge in his shorts. I tried not to stare, but It was difficult not to . My nipples grew hard and the smooth mound between my legs
throbbed. I didn't try to stop him but I had a sudden urge to run after him and tackle him to the ground.
Instead I grabbed a beer and went to sleep in the back of my van imagining I was cradled in his arms.
Suddenly I woke up to total blackness. In the distance
I could see remnants of fires. As someone one who always sleeps with a night light on and soft music
in the background a sense of fear took hold of me.
My site was within a close walk to the rest room but no
way was I about to get out of my van and try to
find it in such total darkness.
I walked to the front of my van and sat looking out at the brilliant stars when I witnessed a once in a life time extravaganza - a giant "falling star" on an arched plotted line was diving over the tip of the peninsular directly into Lake Superior.
Right at the moment I heard a noise outside my door
and rolled my window down a hair. It was my college boy checking on me flashlight in hand.
"Did you see that Babe!"
"I sure did. Amazing. I can't believe what I just saw."
"Me neither. I am out here all the time but never see
anything like that. It has to be the skies celebrating
your arrival tonight."
"Oh Hans. You're not only good looking but a sweet talker too. How lucky can a girl get!"
"Are you okay Babe? Thought I'd check on you. Gets
mighty dark out here you know - you not being used to camping and all - wanted to make sure you weren't
scarred or anything."
"How good of you. The truth is I was kinda of scarred.
Also I need to go to the restroom. Would you have
time to escort me over?"
"Sure Babe no problem."
I grabbed my bag and found myself clinging to him
as we made our way through the darkness. Once
inside the women's area I opened the door a crack
and asked him if he had enough time for me to
take a quick shower. He said sure, but the showers
are out here in the hall.
At first I thought he was kidding but sure enough
there was a whole line of individual showers, each
one in a tiny room with a door I could lock.
I thought "great" I can get this over now and miss
the crowd at day light.
I hung up my clothes, undressed and realized I had
no soap with me.
"Are you still there Hans?"
"I am Babe. Do you need something?"
"Soap. I have no soap."
"Hang on I've got some here in the utility closet".
The thought of him handing me the soap started to
drive me crazy and my body came alive anticipating more than soap suds dancing across it.
"I have it Babe. Need help washing your back?"
What's a girl to say? No?
"You would get wet Hans...."
"I already am Babe; let me wash your back. I promise
I won't ravage you or anything."
"Yeah, but how do you know I won't ravage you?"
"I don't but there is not enough time. We got 5 minutes. The security guard will be here at 4:00 right on the button. You don't want to get me fired do you?
I opened the door a crack and he pushed it in and
stared at me with an open gaze.
"OMG you are beautiful! Here is the soap, you are
going to have to wash your own back. I am out of
here! "
"No you aren't. Suds me up big boy and slide yourself
in to me - I need you bad - and right now."
Right then we heard doors slamming. Hans broke away from my arms and left my cubicle just in time to avoid the guard seeing him.
I finished my shower and cursed the punctual habits of the guard who ruined what was sure to be
another event that would light up the skies.
The daylight dawn helped me spot Hans waiting on a nearby bench conversing with the security guard.
As Hans saw me approach he got up and silently walked me back to the van. Squeezing my hand he said he needed to go back to the lodge to file his reports and get some sleep.
"Is it okay if I pick you up this afternoon at 2:00?"
I gave him a quick hug and said, "See you then!"
We had a glorious day of sight seeing. He was an intelligent masterful guide who proudly showed off what he knew at every opportunity. I loved it and found him exhilarating.
Throughout the day the sexual tension between us was sky high enhancing every thing we did. It was like a miracle drug that made us acutely aware of a beautiful moment in time we'd been graciously allowed by fate.
Promising we'd never forget each other we carved our initials into the black walnut tree where I was camped.
By evening we were ready for a long leisurely dinner at a quaint nearby restaurant on the wharf. We talked and danced for hours with a renewed sense of optimism and sweet anticipation for the sweetness
and joy of life.
Our last slow song of the night. We held each other so close our bodies melted in perfect harmony allowing my full round breasts and curvaceous hips to melt into his developed chest and eager muscular thighs.
In the dim lights of the dance floor I discretely slid
his hand down the front of my skirt to feel the softness of my puffy clean shaven mound. He let out a deep guttural moan whispering "Let's get out of here Babe I need you so bad."
In the parking lot he put the top down on his Antique Classic "Spring Special" 1966 Mustang Convertible.
Cuddling close we traveled slowly down the winding road with the intoxicating breeze off Lake Superior
and salsa music filling our minds and senses with wild and crazy lust. We giggled over everything and nothing and suddenly to show him who was boss I unzipped him, laid my head on his lap and put his manhood to my lips. I kissed it and stroked it and called it all mine.
"It is all yours Babe, all yours. Take it all!"
Putting it into my mouth I nursed on him all the way back to the campgrounds where I flicked his balls and and stroked the head of cock until the intensity of his pleasure was more than he could take sending sweet cum all over his red leather front seat.
Hans and I retreated to the back of my van to smoke a joint, drink a beer and snack on grapes and cheese and crackers. (Not a smoker, I gladly made an exception when he wanted so badly to get high
with me.)
We studied the sky for another comet and talked
about the meaning of life before we lay peaceful in each others arms and fell asleep.
When I awoke he was kissing me on my neck
and undressing me. I began to do the same for him,
but he stopped me short:
"No, let me take you like you did me - then
we'll do it together - when we shower
before the guard arrives for his rounds."
With that Hans reached up and grabbed 3 short black bungee cords I had hanging from the cup rack.
He wrapped one around my wrists high over my head.
With the second he secured one ankle to the left front seat and the third he used to secure my other ankle to the right front seat.
Spread eagle he forced me to enjoy myself - think of no one but my self and his sensuous licking and sucking - his soft murmuring in between kisses:
"Baby how delicious you taste to me...."
Eventually he removed the cord holding my ankles apart and used it to bind my ankles together.
He then tried to finish the job by fucking me over and over again - this time with the bungee cord holding my ankles together allowing only a tight springy fit for his huge cock. The added sensation of an extra tight fit drove us both to the top of the mountain.
I begged him to stop but he wouldn't and he kept right on pumping me hard until my strong tight vaginal canal gripped his cock, slamming down on it so hard he instantly exploded and collapsed on top of me in a state of sheer ecstasy and exhaustion.
He gently unloosed me and once again we fell to sleep in each others arms waking at 3 AM when we made our way to the showers to have fun again sudsing each other up. When the giggling subsided we got serious about slipping and sliding in and out of each other in every delicious way possible until suddenly we heard shower doors banging.
"Oh shit! I forgot its Ruby's shift today. She always
starts cleaning on the women's side first."
He wrapped the towel around me and grabbed our
clothes waiting for her to go in the supply room down the hall. Taking my hand we escaped to the other side
and quickly resumed our sudsing routine in the
men's community shower.
We were joined shortly by 2 young gay guys who casually observed our fucking but went at each other like Hans and I weren't even there. I don't know what if anything, they got out of watching us, but seeing THEM fuck and suck each other drove us wild and we climaxed shortly in a wet wild frenzy such as neither of us ever thought possible.
Hans dressed me and helped me walk back to the camp site where we giggled intermittently collapsing on to the air bed where we slept peacefully at last.
When I awoke Hans was gone. He left a note with his phone number that said:
"Sleeping with strangers? No my Precious Babe.
Meet me here next year. Same place. Same time?"
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