A Table for Four

The next morning, I wake and find you sprawled on the bed next to me naked and hugging your pillow. As I slide past you off the bed, I let my hand trail down the crack of your ass and am rewarded with pleasant warmth radiating from your nether lips. On the edge of the bed, I stretch my arms to the ceiling, then stand and stumble into the small RV bathroom, penis waving before me like a blind man's stick. I rest my head against the cabinet over the toilet and push the semi-hard head of my penis towards the bowl. There's a momentary pause as some elusive signal fires into my brain, my bladder releases its cargo, and the remains of last night's beer streams forth.

When the last drops cease, I flush and wander into the tiny kitchen to make some coffee. I sit in the little kitchenette booth across the way and alternate between staring at the bright dewy morning outside the window and watching the coffee drip into the pot. The sound and smell of coffee brewing always primes my senses and this time I hear an added tinkle of water and I realize you are in the bathroom. When I hear you flush, you appear through the door still naked. I love to look at your bare breasts sway in the morning.

You walk by me to the refrigerator. I reach out and cup your mons, a single finger slipping between your lips. You scrunch your face at me. There is wetness down there. Is it pee or are you turned on? I return my fingers to my nose and smell both aromas.

You grab a coke and sit across from me. You pop the can and take that first wonderful swig.

After you swallow, your eyes drop to the very table between us. The same table upon which, the night before, you had been laying, gripping the edges for dear life while young Tommy plowed his cock into you. You stare unfocused caught in memory's grasp and then a smile races up your face. Your eyes rise to meet mine and you grin.

"What?" you ask with false innocence. You raise your coke to hide your grin. A sudden blush rises to your cheeks.

"You thinking about it too, huh?" I pause, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. When I think of you on that table, I get a smile AND a hard-on."

You grin again, "It was pretty wild, wasn't it?"

I nod my head in agreement and rise to pour some coffee. As I stir in creamer, there is a silence.

"So," I ask to break to pause, "do you want to check out that touristy village we passed through yesterday then maybe after we can hike the Sullivan trail?"

"How long is that one? I don't think I can walk that far after last night's activities."

"I think it's pretty short, maybe three, four miles."

"I can do that."

"Cool."

Less than an hour later, we pull out onto the highway on our motorcycles.

You wear a pink top with spaghetti straps over the shoulders; it shows a bit of midriff. You wear long jeans for the ride; our saddlebags carry shorts, hiking boots and other necessities. Throughout the morning as we wander the shops, I'd catch your eye and we'd share a smile. By the afternoon, on the trail, our teasing escalated to frequent touches across each other's ass. Many times, I'm tempted to take you trailside against a tree, but because the Sullivan is a shorter trail, crowds of people out are on it for an afternoon hike.

That evening when we return to the RV Park, we are pleasantly exhausted from a long day of exploring antique shops and forest paths. Yet when I look at the dried sweat across your brow, I get horny at the thought of kissing the sweat from your nakedness. I pull you in close for a kiss.

I whisper, "let's go into the bedroom, I want to make love."

You grin, "I want to shower first, I feel all dirty."

"That's the idea ..."

"Go get a shower, silly."

With a resigned sigh and a yearning ache in my balls, I grab my shower stuff and head down to the RV Park's showers. You stay to start dinner.

When I get back there's a note on the message board: "Gone for my shower. Dinner's in the oven. Be back in a bit."

I put away my shower things and begin to set the table.

You arrive a little while later, hair still damp. You wear a white button-up blouse pulled out over cute little jean shorts. I can see the dark circles of your areolas as they surround the points of your nipples. I love vacation time because you never wear a bra and I enjoy seeing your ample buxom as much as possible.

As you walk by to put your things in the bedroom, a wry smile paints your face, "guess who I saw peeking into the women's showers again."

"Tommy?" I answer.

"Yep and some friends," you answer back.

"Oh really! What happened?"

"Not much actually, they just peeked in for a few minutes. There were too many people around," you return and check the casserole in the oven, "there was quite a few of us taking showers..."

"Lucky for Tommy," I insert.

"I don't think we were much to look at, mostly middle-aged women and little girls."

"I'll bet you were the star attraction."

"Hush dear, no need to flatter me tonight;" you grab an oven mitt and pull the casserole dish from the oven, "I'm already planning on raping your bod later."

"Cool, do I get tied up too?" I said, sitting down at the table, only half-joking.

"Tied up, tied down, maybe even hold your face down with my crotch, whatever it takes baby."

"Promises, promises", I love when you talk trashy and in control.

My cock begins to swell in my shorts, "I've noticed playing the exhibitionist jacks up that your panty temp, doesn't it?"

"Something to drink, dear?" you smile, ignoring me.

"Water's fine."

You sit down with the water and your wine cooler.

"When I came out of the showers, I ran into Tommy. I hope you don't mind, but I invited him over again for later."

"Again?" I said surprised, then added, "Naw, I don't mind."

"Really?"

"Really. Besides, maybe we need to let it all go this vacation." You smile at this, "Okay, I like that idea. How am I doing so far?"

"Way beyond expectations, girl, way beyond expectations," I said before taking a pull of the crisp cold water.

"Good, I like letting it all hang out and making memories to last the year."

Outside the open louvered window beside me, things began to grey as the sun dipped below the horizon. Where before there was a varied splash of sunny green from the line of brush next to our RV site, now the vegetation began to darken into shadow.

After dinner, as we put things away, a series of taps rattle the door. We smile and look at one another knowingly. Tommy.

You approach me and kiss my cheek, "Think I'll go out front and chat a bit."

You open the refrigerator and take out a pack of your wine coolers. Then you step toward me, take my chin in your hand and turn my head to look you directly in the eye. "If you're a good boy and sit by the window here inside I might be inclined to make another memory." You smile and practically skip towards the door while I stand there, towel in hand holding a plate and my mouth hanging open in surprise. When you reach the door, you turn with a devious smile, hand on the light switch.

You whisper, "and since I'm home alone, I'd had better turn out the lights before I go out." Then it goes dark in the little kitchen.

I am left to feel my way to the sink to set the plate into the sink. I hear your muffled voices outside.

"Oh, he went out with some friends," I hear you say, "so it's just you and me, I hope you don't mind."

I quietly feel my way through the kitchen to make a bourbon and Coke and sit at the booth to look out the window.

You are leaning over the fire pit with Tommy trying to light it with a lighter and a piece of paper. You look hot in your jean shorts and your ass is pointing my way. I feel a surge of excitement stir in my pants as I have a flashback memory of watching you slide your shorts off right before my waiting cock and I distinctly remember grabbing your naked hips and pulling you onto the length of it. I sip my drink.

The fire alights and the both of you sit at the table nearby. It is one of those square metal tables with an attached seat on every side. Your back is to me, Tommy faces me. He opens two bottles and hands you one. You immediately take a long pull of yours.

"So how've ya been?" I hear you ask.

"Did a little fishing today," he returns.

"Oh yeah? Catch anything?"

"Couple of crappie, that's all."

"Oh."

There's a silence as you both tip your bottles back. The fire is blazing now and its lively flames cause a matching dance of shadows in the brush line.

"So, Tommy," you begin. "What did you think of last night?"

His eyes go wide and he grins, "You blew my mind getting up there on the table in front of your husband like that."

You lean towards him, apparently patting his lap, "I think the other head was blown too ..."

He looks down at your hand, and then back up at you, "I'd really like to do that again."

"Really now, I would a never guessed," you say caressing his crotch, "by the looks of this thing, its ready to go now."

You lean towards him further and appear to kiss him. The ice broken, your hands fly over his arms and chest and thighs and legs. I am amazed how you attack him so; you must be pretty worked up. Tommy stands and pulls you up with him. He puts his arms around your waist and pulls you into him. His hands cup the pockets of your jean shorts. You are kissing him, yet your hands are busy before you. I see his shirt fully unbuttoned, your slip inside to touch his body. After a minute of body caresses I see his jeans open and slide down his legs. I can't quite see, but by the movements of your arms, I think you have already pulled his cock out and are stroking it. My suspicion is confirmed when his head tilts back, eyes closed.

I realize my drink is gone and I get up to make another in the dark RV kitchen. Caught between wanting to hurry and wanting to keep quiet, I focus on reaching into the freezer to get ice and then feel my way into the cupboard for the square glass liter bottle of beam. Instead of opening the refrigerator and making light, I grab a warm can of coke from the cupboard below and peel the tab as quiet as possible. When the coke fills the glass, I stir it with my finger and step back to my position by the window.

I see that Tommy is now naked except for his open shirt, your blouse is also open and your shorts have been abandoned to the ground with his pants. You wear no panties. This is moving fast, I think.

You are backing up to the table and sit on it pulling him towards you. I have a slight angle view. You remain sitting upright leaning forward while he stands between your open legs and touches your breasts. I think of your bare ass against the hard steel table. You must feel the coolness against your trimmed pussy lips and I know by now you are moist. I wonder if you are making the table wet.

"Take me Tommy," you ask, "take me here outdoors on this table."

You lean back onto the table and raise your legs around him. He moves in and I see his ass cheeks flex and rotate as he runs the head of his cock through your lips, up and down to coat the head with your juices. Then I see him pause as he tilts his hips forward, searching with the tip of his cock for your hot wet spot between your labia. When he has found it he slides it forward and I see your wide open legs rise with the insistent force of his entry. You clamp his body between your shins to get better leverage. It pulls the firm invader deep into your tunnel.

I hear you grunt, "Oh that's good. Yes, there it is."

Now that Tommy has leaned into you, he shifts his stance to maintain his balance. He reaches forward, opens your blouse and fondles your breasts, alternating between squeezing and caresses. You hold his triceps while he does this.

Tommy then looks over towards the brush and calls out, "hey guys, come on out. Check her out."

Three guys appear from the brush and saunter to the table. You turn and look at them wide-eyed and turn back to look at Tommy.

He grunts and says while rocking into you, "don't worry none, these are the guys you saw in the shower window, remember? They just wanna watch and maybe touch you some. They won't hurt you none." They step up to the table, each taking a side. Tommy moves his hands to hold your knees open and stroke you faster and I start to hear the wet smacks of your union.

"This here's Ben, Jay and Little Joe," he says, nodding at each.

Ben is a short but stocky teen, wearing tan shorts and an unbuttoned shirt. Jay's thin and has a cap covering his eyes. He wears just shorts and sneakers. Little Joe was big. He looks like some kind of linebacker for the football team. I watch them nod as they are introduced, their eyes fixated on your bouncing breasts and Tommy's cock disappearing into you.

Ben reaches out to you and squeezes first one breast then the other. That broke the ice and Jay and Little Joe started touching you all over.

I hear you moan and then encourage them, "yes boys, touch me. Touch me all over, yessss." Your hips start to move with Tommy, working with his strokes. You grasp the table's edge. At this, Ben drops his shorts and starts stroking himself. His penis seems fat but a bit short.

Suddenly Tommy stiffens, his ass clenches and he says, "oh yeah, fuck yeah, ahhh there it is..." and with a groan he shoots his load into you. He goes still holding your legs.

"Come on man, our turn," Ben pleads, "you're all done, we need a piece of her."

Tommy pulls out and all at once the boys grab the table's edge and turn it so that you are placed before Ben's waiting cock. He moves in, circles for a sec to get his head wet on you and then pushes into you.

"Damn," you exclaim, "you're big around."

Ben grins proudly, "like that, lady? That beef was grown special in Arkansas." He is circling his hips.

Jay snickers. Little Joe, realizing your head is now in a good spot, drops his shorts and a large penis jumps into sight. He begins to rub his cock along your face. You don't take it into your mouth, but instead you kiss and lick along the shaft. Both Jay and Little Joe again squeeze and touch your breasts.

Ben suddenly groans and he releases his seed into you.

"Geez Ben," Tommy says, "that Arkansas special of yours lasted all of thirty seconds."

"Can't help that," his voice strained, "she felt too damn good. Fuck me! That was good!"

He pulls out and the table is turned to Jay. Jay rips off his shorts; a long skinny cock pops up, bobbing with need. He grabs your hips and pulls himself right in. I'm guessing by now the excess creaminess around your hole allows no friction. Jay starts right in, bouncing up and down inside you, feverish with teenage hormones coursing through his body. I can hear the wet each time he plows into you.

Little Joe, without your mouth nearby, resorts to just pawing at your breasts and nipples. Tommy stands next to your head now, but his cock is arched down at rest. Ben pulls up his shorts.

Jay spits out, "oh fuck yeahhhhh." and holds your hips tight while he fills you with cum.

Tommy laughs, "Jay, come on man. That was what? Ten seconds? You guys have no control!"

"Fuck you," is all Jay can muster.

The table is turned to Little Joe.

"Come on LJ," Tommy encourages, "don't let me down. You've got to give it to her good."

Little Joe smiles as you lie before him; your legs spread wide, "not a problem, man, not a problem."

He takes a deliberate approach, stepping to you slowly and softly caressing your thighs and then your lower belly. Finally, he places the head of his cock at your vagina and teases open your lips. He takes his time, getting you to want it, giving you just enough of a temptation of the size of him. You realize this cock will be a goodly size. Not so huge that you can't take it, but big and firm and long enough to fill you completely. To just stretch you out enough so that hours later, it will still feel like it's buried inside you. You respond to this thought. Your hips reach for him, trying to wrap your wet labia around the head, trying to suck it in.

"Oh give it to me Little Joe," you say. Then you giggle, "Give it to me, BIG Joe."

He steps forward to take you, but he doesn't just plow into you blindly. He leans over, places himself into you, respectful that you adapt to his girth, his weighty staff. With his taller height, your ass rises off the table and he grasps your behind to support you. You find yourself opening to him as it sinks inside, and you feel the onrush of an orgasm spread warmly across your body. You become flushed, your internal body heat spiking to him. And when that first wave hits you, he has seated himself firmly inside you and you are completely full of his cock.

"Ohhhhhhhh Yesssssssssss," you hiss with rapturous release. Even though Little Joe holds himself completely mated inside you, the waves washing over you cause your cunt muscles to clamp in spasms around his cock. So while he is holding perfectly still, your hips are undulating and jerking wildly. All I hear from you is a sharp staccato "ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah" while you are in the throes of an intense orgasm. After a full minute of that you catch your breath and the waves begin to ease off.

"Oh man, that was someth..." you begin. But Little Joe flexes himself in you and you immediately squeal as a sudden wave hits. After it washes over you, you just have time to catch a breath when Little Joe again flexes and another sudden wave hits. You again squeal. You find that as soon as it subsides Little Joe causes another one right behind it. He keeps this up, shortening the times between them and combining the flexes with increasing his stroke length until he is just stroking the full length of his big cock in and out of your tunnel. Each stroke is a wave and you feel yourself losing control of the feeling. You just know you rise up the waves and slip down the other side. Up and down, faster and faster. Then your head lolls to the side and you lose consciousness. Little Joe stops. Tommy leans over you. I sit up, ready to run out there.

Ben let out a low whistle, "she okay?"

"She's fine, she still breathing, her heart's beating a mile a minute, but she's just passed out." He straightens and eyes Little Joe, "that was the finest display of fucking I've ever seen."

Jay chimed in, "no shit man."

Little Joe holds your legs, not really knowing what to do, his cock still seated within you.

"Well shit man, don't stop there, finish what you started," Tommy grins at him, "I don't think she will mind."

Little Joe starts stroking again, apparently focused on reaching release. He scowls, his mouth twisting and with a deep moan he came. And came. And came.

When he finished he pulls out and hold your legs out straight to the sides.

"What do we do with her now?"

"I say we carry her inside and lay her down or something." Tommy said.

Little Joe still naked, leans over and lifts you over his shoulder. I realize they are coming inside. I jump into the front cab area behind a partition to hide.

I hear the door open and the lights come on.

"Back here" Tommy says.

I hear scuffle of feet and the springs on our bed.

"Think she'll be okay here?" Little Joe asks. "Come on little lady, wake up," I hear him coax.

I hear you moan as you came to. I hear you whisper, "What happened? Where's my husband?"

"You had one hell of an orgasm lady," Tommy replies, "and your husbands out with friends, remember?"

"And you scared the shit out of us too," Little Joe admonishes, "passing out and all."

"I don't know what happened," you say. "All I remember was coming and coming and I couldn't control it anymore."

"Well, you're okay now, get some sleep. We're gonna leave ya here okay?"

"Okay." you moan.

They leave the RV with a final slam of the door. After a minute, I pick my way out of my hiding place and come into the bedroom and turn on the light.