A Camper's Tale in Two Parts

A Camper's Tale

in Two Parts

by

Vanessa Kant

Copyright 2011 by Vanessa Kant & Doll House Press, LLC

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Table of Contents

An erotic-romantic story told in two parts, along with a postscript message from the author!

Part I:

Ginny and her husband Gibby invite newly-divorced longtime friend Carolyn to join them for a week of camping at Lake Eveil. When Gibby departs for an overnight fishing trip leaving the two women alone, Ginny makes the bold move she has long dreamed about. The pair of thirty-something MILFs waste no time in getting to know one another during a nature trail hike, followed by exploring their newfound curiosity on the campsite picnic table and a skinny-dipping adventure involving watersports and shaving cream. Their one evening alone together affords the opportunity to sample items from the toy box Ginny thoughtfully packed. Hiking again the next day, the women engage in a bold and foolish risk experimenting with public nudity on the trail -- and must take dangerous steps to hide from being discovered by someone least expected!

Part II:

Gibby returns to camp and finds Ginny in a generous and sharing mood. The trio quickly and naturally form an intimate threesome, providing Gibby with a workout which he could previously only dream about. Under Ginny's loving but firm direction, Gibby is blindfolded and bound, before being uniquely tested as to the identity of his lovers. Thanks to Ginny's support and encouragement, Carolyn releases all her inhibitions and enjoys her friend's husband in the best of ways. Later, Gibby provides Carolyn with a lesson in boating that includes some mid-lake disciplinary measures. Finally, Ginny coaxes Carolyn to submit to an act she previously considered unspeakably taboo, only to discover the orgasmic wonders it holds when properly performed.

First-rate fun in an idyllic setting, A Camper's Tale combines wholesome outdoor recreation with the fulfillment of natural callings present in all red-blooded adults. A good read for environmentalists and nudists alike!

Postscript:

Miss Kant continues her narrative (begun in Sappho Surprise Volume One) concerning her introduction to erotic literature, its impact upon her life and its role in developing her personal philosophy toward writing.

Production Notes:

Approximately 40,200 words. Roughly 140 printed pages.

Mature content. Explicit sexual depictions. Minor usage of camping lingo. Gainful attempts at humor. No mosquitoes to swat. Best enjoyed with a favorite cocktail.

A Camper's Tale in Two Parts

Part I

They stood at the top of the lane, smiling and waving as the dark blue Ford pick up pulled away with the new Mirrocraft fishing boat hitched to its tail. The dampness of the early dawn -- being just a few minutes before six o'clock -- helped smother the rattling of metal and the crunch of tires on the hard-packed gravel road. Ginny laughed as a small hand appeared out the passenger side window waving, followed by a second giving the universal thumb's up signal of approval through the sliding window on the back of the cab.

Look at Gibby, Carolyn said, nodding her head in amusement as the driver stuck his baseball cap out the window and rotated it in the air rodeo style. If I haven't said it a thousand times yet, you have one terrific husband, lady.

Thanks, Carolyn. I love hearing that anytime, Ginny smiled and waved until the boat's aft trundled around the turn near the big boulder and disappeared into the thick woods.

And I like the fact that Adam calls you both Aunt Ginny and Uncle Gibby, even though we're not related. She waved one last time. Even Griffin has taken to calling me 'Aunt Carolyn'.

Come on, Ginny said, stooping to pick a handful of wildflowers for the vase on the picnic table, I'll show you how we brew a pot of coffee on the open fire.

They walked down the narrow grass-lined drive, a thick double-canopy of tree branches overhead creating a natural tunnel leading to their secluded campsite seated a few yards above the lake. The smell of wood smoke from the fire pits of fellow campers carried through the dense forest, a pleasant combination of split ash, cherry and maple lit to ward off the early morning chill.

Wouldn't it be easier to stay inside the camper with the heater running? Carolyn asked, tugging at the fleece collar around her neck before folding her hands into her pockets.

Where's the spirit in that? Ginny laughed. We're camping, woman, and now we're on our own. The boys are gone for two full days.

I can't believe Gibby has no hesitation about taking both boys up to the big lake on his own. You never would have seen Doug do such a thing. Carolyn frowned at the thought of her ex-husband's apathy when it came to their son. Adam couldn't get him involved in anything.

Listen, Carolyn, this a big trip for us. Gibby dreams about the Lake Eveil all winter long. It's one of the main topics of conversation at our house when the snow's flying and the temperature below zero. Ginny picked up a thick branch she found when setting up camp the previous night and poked at the smoldering chunks of wood until a flame appeared. All Griffin talked about was having Adam come with us. It's great to have them here together, outside and active for extended periods of time.

I'm not so sure it was a good idea for me to tag along. Carolyn pulled a folding chair next to the growing flame. The whole winter dealing with Doug, his affair and the divorce, why I could of --

Carolyn! Drop it. Dumping that idiot was the best thing that could've happened. Now you're free of all his bullshit and game playing. I'll repeat that over and over until you finally get it.

I know, I know, Carolyn cupped her face in her hands, it was a long stretch that never seemed to --

Enough! Ginny pretended to be angry, shaking the branch at her friend. Time to give it a rest, okay? You and I had a nice two hour drive last night. We covered all the details that needed to be discussed. Ginny shifted her tone, attempting a lighthearted approach. Think how impressed you were that I drove the truck with the fifth wheel attached. I am woman, hear me roar!

But I --

Doug had an affair. His lover is nineteen. She has blond hair and perky jugs. Doug left you and Adam to live with her. Ginny pretended the stick was an épée and she was fencing with an invisible partner over the fire pit. Now, how about some world famous campfire coffee?

Carolyn tried to respond, but was unable to utter a word through the cascade of tears rolling down her face.

***

The campsite, known as Round Rock, had been Ginny and Gibby's favorite since first visiting Lake Eveil eight summers ago, back in the days of tenting when Griffin was a toddler. Through the years, as Gibby's electrician business grew, they painstakingly upgraded their camping equipment. The tent and canoe evolved into a pop-up tagalong and rubber dinghy. A few years later, they traded up for a pull behind [with an indoor commode!] and an aluminum boat [with an outboard motor!]. Finally, a year ago, they acquired the deluxe fifth wheel and trimmed-out speedboat. Given the changes and improvements to their recreational conveyance, Lake Eveil and the Round Rock site still remained their preferred destination, its beauty growing with each passing summer. And their location next to the lake could not have been more ideal.

Round Rock was the last site on the dirt roadway, offering an abundance of privacy and an absence of passing traffic to disrupt the surrounding tranquility. Where the campground road terminated at Round Rock's driveway, a nature trail began and, on occasion, unseen hikers could be heard as they entered and exited the verdant forest pathway. The fifth wheel was tricky to park [thankfully, Gibby was a cool operator when it came to backing up] yet fit ideally into the west side of the secluded lot, positioned so its master bedroom sat above the edge of a short descent to the lake and its screened entrance opened feet away from the sizeable fire pit.

With Adam coming along this year, Gibby pitched the old Coleman tent in a pocket of small evergreens on a rise opposite the camper's entrance, giving the boys a sense of independence and pioneering coupled with the security of having adults within a fifteen yard hailing distance. While on their fishing excursion to the big lake, Gibby borrowed his brother's pup-tent, providing an easy set-up and cozy cover for their overnight stay. Ginny kidded her husband about how nostalgic it would be for him to be roughing it for a night in a tent once more. She also added her admiration and thanks for taking the boys on an adventure they were sure to remember the remainder of their lives.

Gibby's a good man, the best. He never gets down on Griffin and he's made this trip a colossal quest for the boys. I couldn't love him anymore than I do.

***

By mid-morning the sun was in full glory against a brilliant blue sky, its rays filtering down through various openings into the campsite and heating the still forest air to a pleasant steaminess. After laying out the breakfast dishes to dry on the picnic table, Ginny adjusted the screen and awning around the camper entrance, made sure the bug net was zipped tight on the boys' tent and quickly raked away fallen debris around the fire pit. She had not seen Carolyn for the better part of an hour and was, much to her own consternation, concerned over her friend's sullen mood. Walking amid the bushes to the opening of the narrow pathway leading to the lake, Ginny glanced down through the thicket of firs and birch trees. There, on the large flat rock adjacent to the private cove, sat Carolyn smoking a cigarette.

Time for a visit.

Hey, girl, Ginny said cheerfully, setting her bathing suit, towel and body wash on the broad top of the rock next to Carolyn. Across the lake, the sudden sharp grind of a boat motor coming to life brought forth the day's first water skier. Didn't mean to interrupt your thoughts.

Not at all. Just stuff. Carolyn stubbed her cigarette out on a strip of moss and shoved the butt into an empty soda can. Like, how did I turn into a single, middle-aged, overweight parent in less than a year's time?

Jeepers! Ginny chuckled and shook her head while kicking the flip-flops from her feet. You're being a bit harsh on yourself, aren't you? First off, you aren't single. You've got a ton of family and friends who support you. Middle aged? We're both thirty six. I don't know about you, Carolyn, but I'm feeling pretty damned good, full of energy and ripe for the picking. You should, too.

Ha!

And you're far from being a tubby, hun. Look, I'm one hundred thirty five pounds. You may be a few pounds more, Ginny added diplomatically, but we've only been walking for what, six weeks now?

Over seven. Since Mother's Day.

There you go. Looking hot, you are. Ginny stuck one foot into the water.

I don't feel hot. I feel porky.

Snap out of it. Ginny rubbed the center of