My name is Julie and I grew up in a family that loved the outdoors, so it makes sense that I married an outdoor enthusiast. When we were first married, we went camping nearly every month, sometimes multiple times. We enjoyed hiking, fishing, stargazing…anything you could do out of doors. Even the sex in the wilderness was great! Through the years, (nearly 26 of them) we’ve been to most of the National Parks across America, National Forests in many states, and various other places. In a word, we’re fanatics!
That slowed down a little when we had children, but we still try to go to the mountains or wherever at least a couple times each summer, and sometimes during spring break or other times of the year. My husband, Mike, is in real estate, so he can frequently set his own schedule. I was a stay at home mother, but after our children got old enough to go to school, I returned to the industry I had most experience in: banking.
Speaking of our children, Mike and I have two sons and a daughter, ages 20, 18, and 15. As I stated before, we continue to go camping as often as possible, and the children love going with us. I honestly thought I’d experienced everything that the outdoors had to offer, but recently I had an experience which proved me wrong!
It was the summer after my daughter graduated from high school, and we decided to take a big trip to the Grand Canyon to celebrate. My oldest son was coming back from college at USC and we were going to have fun as a family. The plan was for us to take two weeks hiking the various trails around and down into the canyon.
The first day of our vacation, we drove from Tucson, where we live, up north to the South Rim of the canyon. We found a good site in the campground near Bright Angel Lodge and set up our base camp. Part of our trip would include hikes down some of the trails that would take us a couple days, but we planned to take a separate set of equipment for camping down into the gorge.
On our first actual day of outdoor activities, we began hiking around the relatively easy Rim Trail. As it was the popular part of the season, there were hundreds of other people enjoying the views as well, but one young man always seemed to be at the same place at the same time as us. We soon began conversing about the opportune meetings and learned that his name was Jacob and he was 19 years old. He had planned to do some major hiking during the week that he was there from Las Vegas and was excited to meet my children, who were the same age as he was.
When we finished our hike, we all went back to our camping site and discovered that Jacob was almost right next to us! It was very funny, and, I would learn later, kismet. As seemed appropriate, Jacob joined us for dinner and games that evening, and agreed to join us for part of our hike on the following day. We would be using the Bright Angel Trail to head down to Phantom Ranch, where we had reservations for one night.
Wouldn’t you know it, but half a mile down the slightly more strenuous trail the following day, I twisted my ankle. I knew it would probably be fine by the next morning, but there was no way I would be able to make the rest of the hike. We had a dilemma. The rest of the family was willing to stay with me and help me back to our campground, but I could tell that they really wanted to see the bottom of the canyon. And then here came Jacob to the rescue.
Since he wouldn’t be going all the way to the bottom anyway, he offered to help me back to the rim and back to our campground. I gratefully accepted his generosity and my family bid me farewell as they continued their descent. I longingly watched as they disappeared from view, wanting so much to join them. But there was nothing I could do except heal and hope to be able to enjoy the rest of the trip when they all got back.
In the meantime, I had a handsome young man with his arm around me helping me limp back up the few hundred feet to the top of the canyon. Although he was very clever about it, I felt him cop a feel a couple times at various parts of my body! I thought about calling him out on it, but decided to just let him have his fun. What did it hurt?
Now, let me take this opportunity to describe myself. I am 49 years old and have a nice body. All that hiking and outdoor activity has kept me in great shape. I do have a slight bulge in my tummy and my thighs are a little larger than average, but most of that is muscle. My measurements are 38C-29-40. You could probably consider me a full figured woman, but I hide most of my curves beneath my athletic exterior! I have strawberry blonde hair which has started to go white in areas, but I frequently hide that with hair dye! My green eyes are a nice compliment to my hair and I have a round face and button nose. My naturally pale skin tans pretty well due to all the time I spend outdoors, but usually it is limited to those areas exposed, like my arms and legs. And I stand 5’8” with my hiking boots on!
Eventually, we emerged from the Grand Canyon and Jacob drove me back to the campsite. Once we arrived, he acted the gentleman and got my door for me and helped me out of the car.
“We really should get this elevated,” he said.
“It’s no big deal,” I replied. “I just rolled it, nothing major.”
“But you want to continue your hiking vacation, right?” Jacob asked.
“Of course,” I said, “But this will probably just ease its way into normalcy in short order.”
“Do you have any ice?” he asked.
“We have some in the cooler,” I answered, “But it’s no big deal. I can take care of myself.”
“Look,” he responded, “You need to get this taken care of, and I happen to know first aid, so I’m going to help you.”
“Okay,” I acquiesced, secretly loving the attention.
“You should lay down so we can prop this up,” he admonished.
“The only place I have to lay down is in my tent,” I observed.
“Well, let’s get you in there then,” Jacob urged.
He helped me lay down on my air mattress and then got some pillows with which to elevate my hurt leg. Then he went to our cooler and grabbed several cubes of ice, wrapped them in a towel, and helped hold it on my ankle.
“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel more comfortable?” Jacob asked when he was finished caring for my injury.
“Well, you can massage my feet!” I said, jokingly.
“Okay,” replied, and before I could protest, he began rubbing my slightly sore soles. It felt so good that I decided to let him keep it up!
He was so tender when touching my twisted ankle, but he worked deep the muscles all around. As he hit the pressure points on my soles, I couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure! Even more so as he began moving his way up to my calves. My husband had never rubbed my feet like this and I was really enjoying it!
After tenderizing my calves, Jacob continued up my legs, massaging my knees and then the outside of my thighs. I was almost lost in a world of my own, as my legs felt better than they had for a long time. It wasn’t until he inched his way up the inside of my thighs and up my denim shorts that I came back to reality. Here was a teenaged boy who had just touched the hem of my panties!
“What are you doing?” I asked, a little more harshly than I had intended.
He quickly pulled back and shied away, apologizing profusely. “I am so sorry!” he exclaimed. “I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s just that whenever I used to do this for my old girlfriend, we…I’m so sorry.”
He looked so cute, blushing furiously and apologizing. I could tell he was very flustered, and, in truth, so was I. Here I was, 30 years older than this young man, and he had just felt me up! To say I was flattered would be an understatement.
“Please don’t be mad,” Jacob continued, “I’ll go ahead and go now.”
With that, he ducked his head out of the tent and left me laying there wondering what to do next. I had never cheated on my husband in over 25 years of marriage, yet this boy had me wetter than a dip in the Colorado River! And he hadn’t really even done anything!
After thinking about it for a couple minutes, I unbuttoned my shorts and opened my fly, feeling my satin panties. They were practical, completely covering my bottom, but they were high cut and a little bit sexy. Often, I wore thong panties, but I didn’t like to go hiking wearing something with less support. However, I still loved the feel of satin on my underparts while rubbing against my clothing.
All I had to do was touch myself on the outside of my panties and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out until Mike got back, so I began circling my mound with my fingers. It took all of about 10 seconds and I experienced an orgasm. Not a terribly huge one, but hugely satisfying.
When I came down from my high, I started laughing. I, a nearly 50 year old woman, had just masturbated because I got groped by a teenager! That was one for the books. I knew I should go apologize to Jacob, but I figured I would take a nap first. All that excitement of my ankle and then my orgasm left me beat.
I woke up an hour or so later and realized that I hadn’t even zipped up my shorts. I still felt really horny, but figured I shouldn’t waste the entire day in bed. So, I limped my way over to Jacob’s campsite and discovered that he wasn’t there. I returned to my own campsite and occupied my time by playing some crosswords until it got dark. Then I went back over to Jacob’s campsite.
Although I was limping a little still, I was quiet. As I entered the campsite, I heard sounds coming from his tent and stopped abruptly. The noises sounded like someone having sex. Keeping to the shadows, I crept closer to Jacob’s tent and kept my eyes peeled for any other passers-by.
“Oh, that feel’s so good,” came a woman’s voice from inside the tent. “Yes, keep doing that, lover.”
I could hear some grunting and groaning coming from inside and could only imagine what was going on in there. I knew I should just walk away, but my curiosity got the better of me and soon I was right beside Jacob’s tent. There was a dim light on inside there, so I could see some shadows playing off the walls, but nothing definitive. I knew they were having sex, though, by the slapping noises and her moans and stifled screams.
There was a small crack from one of the zippers not being pulled all the way shut, and I peeked inside to see a young brunette girl getting drilled by Jacob. I didn’t have a good view, but I was privy to her orgasm as she struggled being impaled by him. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see his penis, but I could tell she enjoyed it.
“Thank you so much,” she said enthusiastically after coming down from her cum. “I really needed that.”
“Well, thank you, too,” Jacob replied, a perfect gentleman.
“I really should get back to my family,” she said. “My parents are probably wondering where I’m at, since I was just going to the bathroom!”
“I’m sure we’ll see each other again sometime,” he replied.
I had to hurry away from the campsite in order to avoid being seen as they emerged from his tent. When I got back to my campsite, several thoughts were racing through my brain. I couldn’t believe I had just witnessed someone having sex. Never in my life had I seen anything like that, except in porn which is all fake anyway. I also couldn’t believe that it took him only an afternoon to find someone else willing to sleep with him! He had been just trying to seduce me only hours before. What a gigolo!
Was that jealousy? Was I angry because he wasn’t trying harder to seduce me? Surely I was still desirable, he had stuck his hands up my shorts! But it had been only a quick moment, and then he had found someone his own age.
I was feeling pretty confused. Here I was, a married woman with three grownup children, wet because a kid my own kids’ age had felt me up, then envious because some girl had gotten what I didn’t want! And to top that off, I could tell that my dam had burst again! My panties were drenched.
I went to our SUV and was moving some things around so I could get into the cooler to find something to eat. It was pretty packed with a lot of junk and I soon found myself struggling to hold everything away from the cooler, and I was getting a little frustrated. Then I felt another set of hands pushing some of our luggage aside, and looked up to see Jacob standing there helping me.
“I didn’t expect to see you again,” I said a little coldly.
“Well, I didn’t think you wanted to see me again,” he said, again a little flushed, “But I saw you struggling here and figured I could lend a hand. Besides, I promised I would take care of you, so here I am. Sorry again about earlier today.”
“No problem,” I muttered, not sure why I was taking out my anger on this kid. “Do you want something to eat?”
“I’ve already had my fill tonight,” he responded, somewhat cheekily I thought, “But I’ll help you get your dinner ready if you want.”
I’ll bet you have gotten your fill, you little tramp, I thought. Aloud, I said, “I’d be grateful for the company. I’ve been a little bored today since you left.”
“Great,” he said.
Just at that moment, several things began tumbling out of the car, and both of us jumped forward to stop them from hitting the ground. In the process, somehow we got a little tangled up, and our bodies connected full on. It was only for a moment, but my breasts mashed into his chest and I could feel his hard member pressing against the front of his jeans.
“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, catching a few small things and backing away while stuffing them back into the back of our SUV.
“No problem, it’s okay,” I mumbled back, still thinking about his groin.
He helped me prepare my dinner, a small canned stew, and then we talked while I ate. After eating, I pulled out a deck of cards and we played well into the night. There weren’t too many bugs, but when they began swarming around our lantern, we decided to go into the tent and continue our game.
When it got too late, Jacob mentioned that he was tired and began preparing to leave to go back to his campsite. Not really wanting to be alone, I offered for him to stay with me in my tent, after all, it was big enough to sleep six comfortably, and I would feel much safer. He agreed and I laid down on my air mattress.
My husband and I want our children to get the “full” camping experience, therefore we don’t let them have air mattresses. Jacob didn’t complain, he just laid down on top of one of my children’s sleeping bags.
“If you promise to behave, you can share the air mattress,” I consented. Jacob laughed, but joined me on the opposite side.
“Thank you,” he replied.
“Just make yourself comfortable,” I told him.
“But you told me to behave!” he quipped with a laugh.
“What do you mean?” I asked, not understanding what he was saying.
“I usually only sleep in my boxers,” he explained. “But I’ll behave tonight!”
“Well,” I said slowly, “I suppose you can make yourself comfortable. I promise not to peek!” With that, I turned over so I was facing away from him and turned off the lantern.
I could hear him making rustling noises behind me, and then I felt him climb back onto the mattress. Although I had promised not to look, it took all the willpower I had not to glance behind me. I kept thinking about seeing him naked pounding that girl in his tent.
Pretty soon, I could hear his breathing become more even and I figured he was asleep. Slowly turning my body, I laid on my back, pretending to be asleep just in case he woke up, and glanced at his body. Sure enough, he was naked except for his boxer shorts. Since he was lying on his back, I got a pretty good look at his package, but could only imagine what it would look like without the underwear.
What was I doing? I was a 49 year old married woman in bed with a young man the same age as my children thinking about what he would look like naked! And, once again, I was as wet as if someone had dumped a glass of water in my lap.
I was so horny that I decided to masturbate again and began unbuttoning my shorts. At the angle I was in, I couldn’t get a good position with my hand, and became increasingly frustrated with my shorts. Finally, after sneaking another glance at my sleeping friend, I slowly inched my shorts down to my ankles and stuffed my hand down my panties. It felt so good, just touching myself, and the danger of being caught increased my sensitivity.
Then, the worst thing imaginable happened. Jacob rolled over in his sleep and landed right on me. My hand was trapped inside my panties, and I couldn’t even finish myself off for fear of waking him up. My mind tried working out a solution of how to get out of this situation without indicating what I had been up to, and I just couldn’t come up with anything. Finally, I just figured I had to try to get out of his grasp.
First, I tried to inch away from him, but I couldn’t quite untangle myself. Slowly, I tried to roll away from him, but he sort of came with me, and I found myself being spooned by this teenage boy. His body pressed against my back and I felt his shorts pushing into my ass and decided it wasn’t worth fighting. Instead, and I’ll never really know why I did this, except that I figured I could explain it as being more comfortable without my jean shorts in bed also, I kicked my shorts away from my feet and fell asleep.
That night, I had some pretty intense erotic dreams. All night long, I was fucking men of all shapes and sizes, and every one of them had no face. When at last, I came to, I could feel a pair of hands cupping my breasts, and I felt a body pressed hard against me. Someone had morning wood, and it was firmly tucked in between my ass cheeks!
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, enjoying the sensation. I was still a little groggy and more than a little horny, and I had kind of forgotten about where I was and who I was with.
The man behind me stirred a little and started massaging my sensitive breasts. Enjoying the sensation, but wanting more, I placed my hand on his and slowly worked it down my body to my pussy. He knew what I needed better than I knew myself, as he slid his hands down the front of my panties and began playing with my vaginal lips. All the while I enjoyed the sensation, feeling wave upon wave of my orgasm flooding forward until it broke through.
I turned right at the peak, ready to kiss my husband as I loved to do during orgasm and froze as I stared deep into Jacob’s eyes as he handily brought me to cum.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned, unable to stop the flood. It kept surging forward and I think it was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had until that point. When at last I came down from my high, I tried to scoot away again, but he held me tight.
“Good morning,” he said seductively. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time!”
“What did you do?” I asked, a little panicky.
“Just what you wanted me to do,” he answered defensively, still holding me close so I could feel his hardness between my butt cheeks.
“I shouldn’t have let you do that,” I muttered. “I thought you were my husband.”
“I think you rather enjoyed that,” he challenged. “And I think I’m going to do it again!”
“Oh no you’re not,” I said, and struggled as his fingers began circling my clit again. At that point, I realized that he had not penetrated me at all, and I was a little embarrassed as he slipped the tip of his finger inside of me and I moaned appreciatively, my body betraying my real feelings.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered into my ear, then nibbled gently. At that point, he had me a hundred percent. My ears are so sensitive and his breath and teeth on them threw me over the edge.
I rolled over and squirmed my body against his, frantically touching his penis through his boxer shorts and making out like I was a teenager again myself. I didn’t think about the fact that I could be his mother, or that my husband was a mile below us in the canyon. All I could think about was unleashing his member and finally seeing it completely uncovered.
With little effort, I shucked his boxers down to his knees and he squirmed out of them while I helped him get my own off. I wanted to feel the skin of his body against mine, so I sat up and peeled off my shirt and bra. There I was, for the first time naked with a man other than my husband. Sure, I had let a few boys fondle me in high school and college, but no man other than Mike had ever seen me in all my glory.
Jacob’s pole was longer and thicker than Mike’s, and for a second I was a little scared that I might not know what to do with so much meat! But though I didn’t have much experience in giving blow jobs, I am nothing if not an eager learner, and I wanted to feel his penis in my mouth.
Laying down on my stomach, I grabbed his cock and began slowly stroking it, watching in fascination as it got even larger and harder. I kissed it on the tip and swirled my tongue around the little hole. Cupping his balls in my hand, I eased the tip of his penis into my mouth and began sucking, first lightly, and then a little harder. I tried to get as much as I could into my mouth, but gagged with the size of it.
Jacob chuckled a little and pulled me away from my worship. He then rolled me onto my back and knelt down between my spread legs. Reciprocating the favor, he began touching me like no man before him. My husband really doesn’t like to eat pussy, and I’ve always regretted that, but Jacob seemed to love it. He spread apart my labia and began licking up and down my slit, gently flicking my clit. In just a short amount of time, he brought me to the brink again and I was begging for him to penetrate me.
Kissing his way up my stomach to my breasts, he kissed my nipples while I squirmed around beneath his body. I finally lined up my crotch with his and he looked me deep in the eyes and asked one last question.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes,” I cried, “Please, just put it in me!”
With a slow thrust, he inched his way into my well lubricated pussy. I couldn’t believe it. I was committing adultery on my husband with a boy 30 years my junior, and I wanted him to just pummel me like he did that girl the night before.
“Please, give it to me hard!” I nearly screamed.
He thrust deep inside me and began shoving the entire weight of it into me. Up and down he pushed and my orgasm built up so high I thought I was going to black out. A low wail emerged from my lips and pretty soon I was screaming with pleasure. I had never screamed during sex before and was pleased to discover that I could reach new heights never before imagined!
Deep into me his cock penetrated places never before touched by anything, human or plastic. I could feel him getting close to his own orgasm and yelled at him to give it to me. Our neighbors must have thought I was getting beaten senseless, I was squealing like a pig, but I didn’t care at the moment.
Finally, I felt the frenzied squirting of Jacob’s cock deep inside my pussy and knew that he had finished as well. It was the best fuck I had had in my nearly 50 years, and, far from feeling guilty, I wanted more. We fucked three more times before we had to stop because my family would be coming out of the Grand Canyon.
Sadly, I didn’t have any other opportunities during my vacation to have sex with my Adonis boyfriend. A few days later, we said goodbye to Jacob, though my children promised to keep in touch and we all expressed interest in him coming to visit us sometime. I, for one, hope he is able to visit soon.