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Bill

As I took a break from setting up the tent, I looked over at Ms. Hao, as she continued to apply the finishing touches to the tent’s assembly. As I paused to look at my girlfriend, I was temporarily hypnotized by her beauty. As my eyes scanned her from the side, I took a moment to admire the almost perfect shape that was her sexy Asian MILF body. Looking closer, I began to look at her from head-to-toe and I started at the top of her body, with her beautiful black hair that was styled just right as it was pulled back into a ponytail that hung down the middle of her back.

Continuing down from there, I took a moment to glance at her athleisure top, as it clung to her body and hugged her chest and breasts. Letting my gaze continue on downward, I looked down at her short workout shorts and I glimpsed at her middle-aged, porcelain-toned legs. The same pair of sexy legs that had obviously been maintained through healthy eating and frequent exercising.

Right now she was oblivious to me standing there while I looked at her. I had told her that I had to go to the car to retrieve something and that I would be back soon. Well, it was a half-truth; I did have to get something from the car, but I didn’t need to get it right that second. As I looked at her from afar, I got an impish thought in my mind and I hurried off to hide behind the cover of nearby trees as I started to carry out my plan that involved her.

Ms. Hao

I paused and looked around myself as I stood in front of the tent, but couldn’t find my boyfriend Bill. He said that he needed to go to the car, but I thought that he would have been back by now. Besides him being missing, I was glad that I had finished setting up the tent for the both of us for later that night, but I did wonder where Bill had gone off to. As I turned back around to face the tent to make sure that everything was in place, I had to admit being out in the wild made me feel a bit, well, wild. Being out here in the secluded wilderness with no one around us besides birds and other critters seemed to cause me to feel naughtier.

I had told Bill that we should go hiking to take in the full essence of the scenery that surrounded us, but he had kept trying to delay it, with numerous excuses. Now, as I stood in front of the tent, I heard footsteps behind me, and I knew who they must belong to.

Or, at least I hope they belong to the same person that I think they do…

Turning around, I look and see Bill as he walks towards me and I feel relief wash over me. I am relieved that it is him and not some random and deranged mountain man who has come to harm me. However, I can’t help but notice that Bill has chosen to wear a completely new outfit; An outfit that he probably wouldn’t want to wear out in public.

Bill

As I approach my girlfriend, I see her giggle as she takes a step back towards the tent.

“Honey, what are you doing?” she asks with a startled expression as I walk towards her.

“Why, I’m walking up to hug my girlfriend,” I reply nonchalantly.

My much older girlfriend…

“But, baby, you’re naked, except for your socks and shoes!” she exclaims as her eyes dart around, hoping that no one else has seen me like this.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” I admit, shrugging my shoulders.

“What are you thinking?” she exclaims with big eyes. “You’re naked and everyone can see your…penis!” she whispers, pointing down at it as it bounces around.

“This is also true,” I say, wrapping my arms around the soft cotton of her athleisure shirt as my fingers feel the bottom of her back.

“And, your penis is hard!” she clarifies, looking at it once again as the tip of my veiny and throbbing manhood spears her in her flat stomach through her t-shirt.

“That it is,” I agree, kissing her on the neck as she continues to look around.

“Hurry, get inside of the tent, you shouldn’t be naked in public!” she tells me, although I doubt there is anyone around with a twenty mile radius.

Ms. Hao

I still don’t know what he was thinking, I tell myself as I watch him disappear into the tent.

Walking around naked, in nothing but his shoes and socks. We are lucky that no one saw that…Wouldn’t that have been awkward?

Well, it would have been, unless they were swingers, haha.

As I look out into the distance, I pan my head around, unable to see any signs of life near us, neither human nor animal.

Well, maybe I did overreact, I think to myself, allowing myself to smirk as I think of the boldness of him doing what he did.

Now it seems like it was all a harmless and funny joke, I admit, looking behind myself and I realize that he is now in the tent and the joke is all done

Well, no harm, no foul…

As I stand in front of the tent, I look around some more to confirm that no one was around us that could have seen my boyfriend being au naturel in the wild.

Well, it looks to be pretty deserted out here to me, in terms of people, I realize, exhaling a sigh of relief as I feel myself begin to mellow out and smirk at what he did…

Bill

As I open the tent door quietly, I see Ms. Hao standing in front of it, her short gym shorts facing me as she her firm MILF ass is constrained within the shorts. Looking down, I give my hard manhood a few steady strokes to let it know that I didn’t forget about it. As I creep up on her like something out of an old war movie, where the hero removes the sentry, my hand reaches out and I quietly I grab the back of her shorts and pull her towards me.

“Honey, what are you doing?” she asks with a giddy giggle, feeling me as I pull her towards me while she slowly takes small steps backwards.

“Here, come into the tent,” I reply, trying to get her to enter the tent and be dragged into my sexual spider web.

“Baby, we don’t need to, now’s not the time,” she mumbles as my hand wraps around her flat waist and pulls her towards me and into the tent.

“What do you want from me, baby?” she playfully asks, backtracking to inside of the tent.

Ms. Hao

Seconds later, I begin to give up on going hiking, as the feel of his hand running over my ass cheeks has already gotten me turned on. I spin around and face my boyfriend, looking at him while he stands naked in the tent. His shoes are now off and he is completely nude and his hands are running up and down my body.

Cute, I think as I look at my boyfriend who is twenty plus years younger than me.

I lean towards him and begin to kiss him as our lips meet. We quickly exchange tongue as his hands come up and begin to squeeze my breasts through my workout top. I know what he likes and my hand quickly moves down to his hard cock and I stroke him back and forth while he moans while we kiss. My palms go on his shoulders and I give him a gentle push down, watching him as he sits down on top of the sleeping bag while I crouch down onto my knees.

Looking at Bill while he lays flat on his back, I run a hand up and down his body, knowing how horny the touch of my smooth hand makes him feel. He closes his eyes and groans audibly while I continue to run my hand over his body, building up his lust and yearning for me. Looking down at his cock, I see that it looks as if it is about to explode, but I ignore it. I know how to work him sexually, and I’m not going to feed his desires yet.

“Please, baby, can we have sex?” he asks in a slightly whiny tone, looking at my tight body that is wrapped up in my short shorts and tight workout top.

“I already said that we need to go hiking, didn’t I?” I respond with a wink, looking into his eyes as they take on a neutral expression as he looks at me in anticipation.

Bill

Damn it, I hate it when she teases me like this! But, then again, I love it…, I confess while I look at my MILF girlfriend, her smooth hand running over my body, as it brings my cock to a wild bounce of anticipation as she tilts her head and looks down at me.

Ms. Hao

His body remains flat on the sleeping bag as I stop my teasing and begin to go in for the kill, so to speak. Holding his hard cock steady in the middle of my hand, my head descends until my soft, wet, pink lips slide over his tip. My tongue quickly darts around as Bill squirms around, the pleasuring running through his body.

“Oh my, this feels so damn good,” he groans, gritting his teeth while I put all of my accumulated years of oral sex knowledge and practice to use on him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Christina stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down her body, washing away the remnants of sleep. Her mind wandered to the day ahead, filled with mundane tasks and errands. But today’s morning routine was disrupted by a surprise visit from Mark, her much younger lover.

As she stood under the stream of water, she felt a sudden shiver run down her spine. She glanced toward the door, half expecting the familiar figure of her husband. Instead, she found herself staring into the piercing blue eyes of Mark.

His youthful face was flush with excitement, and his gaze never left hers. Christina couldn’t help but feel a wave of guilt wash over her, knowing that her secret rendezvous with Mark could jeopardize her family life. She attempted to muster up some resistance, but the allure of his magnetic charm proved too powerful to resist.

“Hey beautiful,” Mark whispered softly, stepping into the shower behind her. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Christina sighed heavily, turning around to face him. “Mark, I need to get ready for work. We can’t do this here,” Christina pleaded, her voice quivering with desire. She knew deep down that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. “Plus, my husband’s asleep in our bedroom.”

“Ha! Nice try! Yeah, I’m sure your husband would be devastated, considering he was the one who set us up with our first cuckold session.” His tone was playful yet sardonic.

“Well, it was actually him and I together who made the decision,” she clarified.

“Whatever. He watched while I pile drove you into the mattress.”

Christina thought back to it and instantly became more aroused.

“Come on, now’s not the time, sweetie.”

“Just a little taste, baby,” Mark murmured seductively, turning her to face him, while reaching out to cup her breast. He lightly squeezed it, eliciting a soft moan from Christina. “You know you want me.”

She closed her eyes, her resolve weakening. His touch was intoxicating, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Christina hesitated for a moment before leaning in closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed against each other.

“You know I love you, right?” Mark asked, his voice hushed but intense. “I’d do anything for you.”

Christina nodded, her eyes locked onto his. “I know,” she replied, her voice catching in her throat. “And I love you too.”

He kissed her passionately, his lips pressing hard against hers.

Their tongues danced together, exploring every corner of their mouths. Christina gasped, her breath caught in her throat, as Mark began to undress her. His hands moved like lightning, slipping past her clothes and caressing her skin.

“Fuck,” Christina muttered through gritted teeth, arching her back as Mark massaged her breasts. “Yes, baby,” he growled, pulling her close to him. “I want to feel you, all of you.”

She reached down between them, grasping his erect cock. It throbbed in her hand, growing harder with each stroke.

Christina could feel her pussy beginning to ache for release. Her fingers gently explored every inch of his shaft, reveling in its velvety texture. She slid her hand up and down, squeezing it firmly, savoring the sensation of power.

“Oh, God, yes,” Mark groaned, his grip tightening around her waist. “You make me so fucking horny.”

“Mmm,” Christina purred, kissing him deeply. “I think we should slow down. My husband — “

“No,” Mark cut her off, his eyes burning with lust.

“Right now, I don’t care about your husband. I only care about you, and what you’re doing to me.”

With that, he pulled her close once again, their bodies melding together perfectly. Christina couldn’t help but moan softly as they kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining. She could feel her wetness pooling between her legs, aching for relief.

“Let me make you feel good,” Mark whispered into her ear, running his hands down her sides.

“Please,” Christina whimpered, surrendering to his touch. “I want to feel you inside me.”

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Ms. Robinson adjusted her top and skirt, concealing a nervous smile as her eyes caught Roger’s from across the lush garden. To the party goers around them, no one would ostensibly believe that Roger had a crush on the 57-year-old Ms. Robinson…

Roger stood by the garden, feigning interest in a conversation . But his gaze kept wandering, drawn to Ms. Robinson like iron to a magnet. His cargo shorts felt tight, belying their casual fit. This was not the first time he had seen her; he had seen her before, a couple of weeks ago at another party, and they had briefly kissed a few times before her friends had pulled her away to leave for another party.

Upon arriving today, they had exchanged a brief hug, both of them still giddy from what had transpired not long ago. Roger’s heart thumped as he took in the sight of her, clad in the skirt that ended above her knees, along with the top, which outlined her cleavage beautifully.

“Good seeing you, Sweetie,” she had said, before one of her social-climber girlfriends had pulled her away to mingle with someone else.

Once she had turned, he licked his lips, lusting over her beautiful chocolate skin tone.

As if being manna from heaven, he witnessed Ms. Robinson excusing herself from her girlfriends, mentioning something about needing a quieter spot to appreciate the garden’s beauty.

Roger excused himself from the rambling dweeb, after the other man had briefly pause to check a text on his phone.

He followed her path, keeping a respectable distance, as if an assassin closing in. They stopped in a secluded corner of the garden. Their eyes met again and no words were needed. The sounds of the party dulled into a distant murmur compared to the sound of their shared breaths.

Ms. Robinson reached out, touching his arm lightly, feeling the muscle tense under her touch. Her eyes dropped, noticing the bulge in his shorts.

“Ms. Robinson, I’ve been so horny for you,” he admitted. “Sorry, I know we just met, but I can’t help being aroused by you.”

She giggled, flattered. “Thanks, you’re mighty handsome, too.”

Before they knew it, their lips were pressed together, tongues mingling; their shared adrenaline rose, knowing they were hidden, although that could change at any moment if someone stumbled down the path. Giving in to their lust, their hands quickly roamed the other’s body, as if they were long-lost lovers.

“I am so horny,” he gasped, looking into the 50-something year old woman’s brown eyes.

“Hehe, I can tell by the bulge in your shorts, sweetie.”

His eyes locked onto her ladylike fingers, which were now unbuttoning his shorts.

Oh shit, oh shit, he thought, the adrenaline surging throughout his entire being.

Squatting to her knees, she took his shorts and boxers down with her.

“SHIT!” she said, promptly covering her mouth after saying it.

His well-endowed manhood sprung forth, her eyes tracking its elongated length.

“Please, Ms. Robinson, please,” he begged, manhood jerking around while the party went on in the background.

Her tongue emerged, licking the end of his cock, igniting sensations within both of them.

Their breaths quickened, the afternoon air mingling with their heat. Ms. Robinson looked around cautiously, ensuring they were still concealed by the shadowy garden path. The thrill of potential discovery only fueled their desires further, each sensation amplified by the risk.

She drew him close, her lips traveling from his manhood back up to his mouth, kissing him deeply, passionately. He responded with equal fervor, his hands finding her hair, pulling her closer, tangling in the soft curls. Her hands weren’t idle either; they explored his back, tracing the lines of his muscles that tensed and relaxed under her touch.

Breaking the kiss, she crouched back down, as if she were a baseball catcher.

“Please, take your top off. I’d love to see your breasts, Ms. Robinson.”

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Ms. Robinson adjusted her top and skirt, concealing a nervous smile as her eyes caught Roger’s from across the lush garden. To the party goers around them, no one would ostensibly believe that Roger had a crush on the 57-year-old Ms. Robinson…

Roger stood by the garden, feigning interest in a conversation . But his gaze kept wandering, drawn to Ms. Robinson like iron to a magnet. His cargo shorts felt tight, belying their casual fit. This was not the first time he had seen her; he had seen her before, a couple of weeks ago at another party, and they had briefly kissed a few times before her friends had pulled her away to leave for another party.

Upon arriving today, they had exchanged a brief hug, both of them still giddy from what had transpired not long ago. Roger’s heart thumped as he took in the sight of her, clad in the skirt that ended above her knees, along with the top, which outlined her cleavage beautifully.

“Good seeing you, Sweetie,” she had said, before one of her social-climber girlfriends had pulled her away to mingle with someone else.

Once she had turned, he licked his lips, lusting over her beautiful chocolate skin tone.

As if being manna from heaven, he witnessed Ms. Robinson excusing herself from her girlfriends, mentioning something about needing a quieter spot to appreciate the garden’s beauty.

Roger excused himself from the rambling dweeb, after the other man had briefly pause to check a text on his phone.

He followed her path, keeping a respectable distance, as if an assassin closing in. They stopped in a secluded corner of the garden. Their eyes met again and no words were needed. The sounds of the party dulled into a distant murmur compared to the sound of their shared breaths.

Ms. Robinson reached out, touching his arm lightly, feeling the muscle tense under her touch. Her eyes dropped, noticing the bulge in his shorts.

“Ms. Robinson, I’ve been so horny for you,” he admitted. “Sorry, I know we just met, but I can’t help being aroused by you.”

She giggled, flattered. “Thanks, you’re mighty handsome, too.”

Before they knew it, their lips were pressed together, tongues mingling; their shared adrenaline rose, knowing they were hidden, although that could change at any moment if someone stumbled down the path. Giving in to their lust, their hands quickly roamed the other’s body, as if they were long-lost lovers.

“I am so horny,” he gasped, looking into the 50-something year old woman’s brown eyes.

“Hehe, I can tell by the bulge in your shorts, sweetie.”

His eyes locked onto her ladylike fingers, which were now unbuttoning his shorts.

Oh shit, oh shit, he thought, the adrenaline surging throughout his entire being.

Squatting to her knees, she took his shorts and boxers down with her.

“SHIT!” she said, promptly covering her mouth after saying it.

His well-endowed manhood sprung forth, her eyes tracking its elongated length.

“Please, Ms. Robinson, please,” he begged, manhood jerking around while the party went on in the background.

Her tongue emerged, licking the end of his cock, igniting sensations within both of them.

Their breaths quickened, the afternoon air mingling with their heat. Ms. Robinson looked around cautiously, ensuring they were still concealed by the shadowy garden path. The thrill of potential discovery only fueled their desires further, each sensation amplified by the risk.

She drew him close, her lips traveling from his manhood back up to his mouth, kissing him deeply, passionately. He responded with equal fervor, his hands finding her hair, pulling her closer, tangling in the soft curls. Her hands weren’t idle either; they explored his back, tracing the lines of his muscles that tensed and relaxed under her touch.

Breaking the kiss, she crouched back down, as if she were a baseball catcher.

“Please, take your top off. I’d love to see your breasts, Ms. Robinson.”

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Chapter 1

Winston

Taking a break from setting up the tent, I looked over at Amara as she stood next to it, her face and body mostly concealed within her black burka. We were out in the middle of nowhere, and that was fine with both of us. We were surrounded by nature and trees, and there was no one else around to witness us. The drive up had been agonizing, since the passion had been burning within both of us, but we had no way to let it out.

I had met Amara on the internet, and she had only shown me her face once. We had gone on clandestine dates a few times, and she had agreed to come camping with me. She was visiting the States for a couple of months and would soon be returning to the Middle East once her visa expired. I had never dated an Arab woman before her, nor had I dated a woman her age.

That was then, now we are together at a secluded campsite, our shared pent-up lust yearning to get out.

I took another moment to observe her, looking over her slightly curvy body as she finished setting up the tent, her back still to me. Right now, she was oblivious to me standing there watching her, since I had told her that I needed to go to the car to retrieve something. I slowly backed away, keeping her in sight as I moved farther from her, the cover of the trees beginning to blend me in, while I watched Amara disappear inside the tent.

Yes, that’s right, I thought with a naughty grin, eschewing the trip to the car to retrieve something.

Amara
 I paused and looked around as I stood in front of the tent, but I couldn’t find Winston. He said that he needed to go to the car, but I thought he would have been back by now. I shrugged it off and walked inside the tent, eager to get out of the hot sun. It was hard for me to believe that I had carried through with this and had agreed to go camping. However, I knew that I only had a limited amount of time left in the States and a limited amount of time to feel free.

I looked around the spacious tent and smiled, thankful that we weren’t crammed inside it and that there was room for four people instead of two. Sitting down on one of the sleeping bags, I waited for Winston to return. I knew that I was eager to see the young American, and I was even more eager to be alone with him, out of sight of any other humans — and even animals.

Winston
As I returned to the tent, I knew that this was the moment that I had been waiting for. I knew that Amara must like me, or she wouldn’t have agreed to come on this trip with me. I breathed a deep sigh to release the tension and unzipped the flap, allowing myself to enter the tent, promptly closing it behind me.

I turned and looked at Amara, who was now sitting in her burka, her brown eyes giving me a shocked expression as I tried to deduce how she was feeling.

Amara

Feeling a feeling I haven’t felt in years, as I watch the young man sit down next to me, naked from the waist down. He has kept his t-shirt on, but as I look down, I can see his 19-year-old white cock bouncing around eagerly as he sets his hand on my side. I look down and watch his hand slide up my burka, stopping when it comes to my breast, as he gives it a gentle squeeze. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, feeling his hand fondle my breast while my nipples get hard.

Knowing that we are in complete seclusion, I remove my veil, allowing him to see my face as both of our heads come in and exchange a light kiss. The kiss gradually grows deeper, and I allow him to touch my face while our tongues wrestle. His hand returns to my breast, and he fondles it through my burka, squeezing my tit while he grabs my hand, placing it on his hard penis. I begin to stroke my first western cock, feeling turned-on while I pleasure him.

 

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As Ryan and Chun walked hand-in-hand along the ancient stretches of the Great Wall, they first felt mutual relief that they were finally alone together. The 55-year-old Chun and the 24-year-old Ryan were a couple, which few people would believe, even if you were honest with them.

And, that was fine by them…

To their left, the wall coiled like a massive stone serpent across the landscape, dipping into valleys and cresting over distant hills, disappearing where the earth met the sky. To their right, the land slopped gently down into a thick forest of birch and pine.

As they ventured farther along, they found themselves alone in a secluded stretch of the wall. Ryan moved closer, his heart racing not just from the hike, but finally being alone with her.

Moments later, their lips clashed, their tongues wrestling, the pent-up lust within both of them yearning to be freed.

Chun, despite her motherly and business-like appearance, had the libido of a 20-year-old and made the first move, bringing his shorts and boxers down to his ankles.

Sitting on the rocky ground, he groaned with delight, her lips wrapping around his ample manhood, her hand gently guiding him onto his back. Groaning, he called her name, his eyes witnessing her head bobbing on his shaft. Chun soon felt her arousal hitting new levels, the knowledge that her boyfriend and her were doing such naughty things in public being an aphrodisiac she had never previously felt.

Slipping out of her jacket, top and bra, the warm air ran across her torso, further reminding her that Ryan wasn’t the only one who was without clothes. Her mouth returned to his erection, bobbing once more upon it.

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The next stage was the one they both loved, their clothes being shed as quickly as possible. Impaling herself upon his big dick, she purred, knowing numerous orgasms would be in her near future.

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Faster and deeper he went, slamming into her wet box, her screams falling on the deaf ears of the wall and nearby plants.

The inevitable soon thereafter happened, his balls tightening, a warm and juicy creampie being deposited inside Chun.

They waited for their breath to return to normal, then got dressed, continuing their walk along the Great Wall.

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