I've written erotic fiction before, under pseudonyms. But what I want to do in this blog, besides announcing updates to my photo galleries of colorized vintage erotica, is to recount real episodes from my sex life. I am not saying I've had a particularly extraordinary sexual career, but I remember quite fondly the adventures I did have — and the women I enjoyed them with.

You must know that I was married for seven years to my first wife. Until we got divorced she was the only girl I had fucked. By the time I got out of that marriage I was pushing 30 and practically dying to make it with some new pussy. However, I was also awkward at the dating game, and for the first few months of singlehood it seemed as if I was never going to score.

When vacation time from my work came up, I decided to make a car trip from where I was living down to the Gulf of Mexico. I borrowed a tent from someone and headed toward Pensacola, Florida. There's a state park near there that is built around an old Civil War fort. The park also has a campground, just walking distance from the gulf.

Well, I pitched my tent at a spot that offered a little bit of shade. The campground was crowded that day and the my spot was pretty close to someone else's tent. As I set up I noticed that the people staying in that tent were two women, one young one and one older. I didn't give it much thought, as the older one looked two old for my taste and the young one looked a teenager, and thus probably not a likely fuck for me.

After my own tent was up, I went and explored the old fort, then crossed the sand dunes to the beach. I waded in the Gulf foam a bit but I've never been much for swimming, so I didn't stay long. Soon after I returned to my camping spot, I heard a female voice say, "Hello." It was my next-door neighbor — the girl. She introduced herself, but to this day I cannot remember her name, and I'm committed to only telling you the facts as I remember them. Therefore I won't make up a name for her.

"I told my mama you looked like you were alone here," she said. I told her that was so. We got to talking. She said she was 19 and on vacation with her mother. For some reason she even let me know she had a boyfriend but that he wasn't with them. I said he needed to drive to a store to pick up a few things and she asked if she could go with me, and I said sure.

I was pleased to have a female companion now, but I didn't think a whole lot of it or get my hopes up. For one thing I was still thinking she would consider me too old to do anything physical with, and for another I really didn't believe that a girl traveling with her mother would be free to "go" with a guy.

So here's where it got wild. That night I was settling into my tent when the door flaps moved and I saw someone's silhouette standing there. "Can I come in?" the girl asked. Of course I said yes. Before I could compute what was going on, she was down on the tent floor with me, kissing me in the dark. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, and I returned the favor. Then she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my cock, which was already fully erect.

She pulled away just long enough to get undressed, then she pulled me toward her. I got on top and she guided my stiff rod into her pussy hole, which was gratifyingly quite wet, wetter than my wife had ever gotten. We fucked hard until I shot my load deep inside her. We lay there for a short while, not really talking or anything, then she got dressed and went back to her own tent.

To say I was shocked at what had just happened is an understatement. I never really expected that my first post-marriage sexual encounter would go down like that. I figured I'd have to date someone for a while first. I certainly never expected it to happen while someone's ma was lying basically just a few feet away.

The next day the girl and I hung out some more. In my mind's eye now she wasn't a great beauty, and she was even a little chubby, but still attractive because of her youth and her rather large breasts. We even fucked again, in my tent in the middle of the day. It was hot and the sweat poured from us and made the whole affair a rather slippery one, but I didn't mind. I still wonder what her mother thought of her daughter spending time in a strange man's tent. I guess she didn't care.

Later that day the two women packed up their tent and left. The girl told me they had to get home, which, as I recall, was somewhere in Lousiiana. Funny I can remember that but not the name of someone I fucked two times!

This story is all true, and has all the important details I can remember, with nothing added. I hope you enjoyed it. I ill be telling more real stories from my life soon.

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