1. A Fishing Trip in the Rockies


    Date: 9/19/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Mature, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    sign that either had any special interest in me. Our talk around the campfire was friendly, but somewhat limited by the language barrier. Dagmar, a school teacher, spoke good English, while Angie, an office worker, spoke only a few phrases and understood a few more. Still, our conversation was lively. The three girls, in their 20s, had been traveling in the States for nearly six months, making their way gradually from the East Coast to the West. They had loved most of what they saw although some things clearly baffled them. Dagmar noted critically that American men seemed to be interested mainly in drink- ing, sex, rock music and cars with no thought for art, politics or ideas. Before I could mount a defense, Angie laughingly said that most young German men were the same. Then it was time for bed and I reluctantly zipped myself into my small tent alone. For a while I heard the girls talking as they rearranged things in their tent. I briefly considered just walking to their tent and asking them to invite me in for the night, but I discarded the idea as impossible. I was on the point of masturbating when the long, strenuous day caught up with me and I dozed off. Some time later I was awakened by the sound of the zipper as my tent door was quietly opened from the outside. A dark figure appeared in the opening and called my name softly. I answered and she gave me her hand to guide her inside. It was Dagmar, carrying her pad and sl**ping bag. &#034Will you let me join you for ...
    the night?&#034 she said. Still a bit sl**py, I eagerly agreed. She thanked me with a lingering open-mouthed kiss that left no doubt about her intentions. Too hurried to try zipping our bags together, we put mine below us and hers on top. &#034I think you will be good to me,&#034 she said, snuggling close for warmth. I needed no more invitation, but I decided on the slow approach. I spent the next half hour kissing, caressing and holding Dagmar as she gradually got more and more aroused. Many times I let my open hands float down her back and sides, over her ass and hips, then down her thighs. When my fingertips finally brushed the crotch of her panties, it was damp with pussy juice and her hips jerked convulsively upward, seeking more contact. When I finally took off her loose undershirt she responded by pulling off my T-shirt, eagerly licking my nipples and running her fingers through my chest hair. &#034Please,&#034 she whispered urgently. &#034Move faster.&#034 But I had no intention of moving faster. I was enjoying the gradually building intensity. I slowly kissed her lips, her face, her ears, her neck. I licked her breasts everywhere but her nipples, and she gasped when I accidentally brushed my stubbly cheek against their hardness. I kissed my way down her stomach to her mound then retreated. Finally I attacked her nipples with my tongue, flicking them quickly back and forth, at first softly then harder, from different directions. I enjoyed playing with her stiff little ...
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