The Campfire

'Aksel!' Mikkel woke me from my dreams.

'What?' I replied sleepily, inhaling the scent of the steaming mug of coffee in my hand.

'We're discussing today's route, and you keep tuning out,' Anders said reproachfully.

'Sorry,' I said dully, pausing for a yawn. 'It's early, and I just need to wake up. Besides, I'm good with any route. Just decide already.'

'Come on man,' Mikkel said in a far friendlier tone than Anders. 'It was your idea to come all the way here. And now you're hardly there.'

'Well,' I said after taking a sip of coffee. 'Of course I wanted to come here: mountain biking in Schwarzwald is awesome. But that doesn't mean I want to get busy discussing potential routes when the sun is barely up. Give me a break, I haven't even had breakfast.'

Anders glared at me as he stomped off in the direction of the toilet block.

'Haha, he's just a little too eager to get going,' Mikkel smiled.

'A little?' I shook my head, then took another sip of coffee and turned my head to the hillside.

We had a premium spot on the edge of the campground, overlooking the meadows on the hill. Just over a hundred meters from our spot lay the forest's edge. And these forests were full of trails for any activity imaginable: hiking, mountain biking or horse riding. I loved the Schwarzwald, which is why I'd suggested this trip to my friends Mikkel and Anders.

The sun had just come peeking over the hills on the other side of the valley, setting our hillside in a beautiful light. A herd of cows was peacefully grazing near the treeline, and an elderly couple was climbing the hill on the path leading to the forest. They were up early, I thought to myself, but then I remembered that perhaps I just preferred sleeping in -- given that also Anders was wishing to be already on his way.

A woman emerged from the treeline, dressed in running clothes but walking down to the valley. Far too early to run, I couldn't help but think. As the woman passed the elderly couple on their way up the hill, I brought my coffee mug to my lips for another sip. With the mug to my lips, I froze.

'What the...' I muttered under my breath. 'Is that her?'

It couldn't be. I hadn't seen her in years -- not since she'd broken up with me and moved back to Italy. What were the chances of seeing her here? But the closer she came, the more certain I was. I recognized her gait, her curvy figure. Her wavy dark brown hair was tied in a bun, her large bosom flattened into her sports bra. Just before she disappeared between the tents, I was sure: it was her. What were the odds?

'Aksel... Hello!?' Anders was waving his hand in front of my face. 'You're still asleep, aren't you? You look like you've seen a ghost.'

'I might as well,' I said without taking my eyes of the tents between which she'd disappeared. 'I think I just saw Fiore.'

'Fiore?' Anders echoed.

'That's his ex,' Mikkel recalled. 'You know, the one he referred to as sex goddess.'

'Oh, the fat whore that was into anal?' Anders said gleefully. 'The one who would wear a corset every time she'd let you down, like not show up at your date?'

I loathed myself for having ever told him about that. 'She's not a whore, you prick.'

'Guys!' Mikkel came between us. 'Quit it. Let's have a look at the trail map and then make breakfast.'

The next day, I woke up early -- before dawn. Beside me, Mikkel and Anders were still fast asleep. My night had been filled of dreams, each and every one starring Fiore. Had I really seen her yesterday? I could hardly believe it. I'd considered going for a walk around the campground, to search for her. But truth be told, on a campground as large as this, with hundreds of tents, caravans and cabins, it would be near impossible to find her. And I was sure to have set up Anders against me by delaying our ride even more.

Just thinking about her got me hard. Thinking about the great time we shared together... and the sex. She had truly broken my heart by going back to Italy. What were the chances of running in to her here? They were slim, of course. But on the other hand, the Schwarzwald was halfway on the way to Italy, as seen from our home in Denmark. So perhaps my eyes hadn't betrayed me, and it really was her. But how could I find her on this campground?

She never had been much of a runner, back when we were together. She didn't have the figure for it. Not that she was fat, like Anders said, more like curvy. She just wasn't built for running. Nevertheless, when away from home, she would often go on a run every morning. Every morning!? Yes, pretty much...

That was it! I had to get out of bed now.

As quietly as I could I gathered a running outfit and a jacket, and crawled out of the tent into the cold morning air. In my boxers, I quickly scanned the path to the forest -- no one in sight. That made sense: dawn was just breaking. It was unlikely that Fiore had already left. I put on my clothes and sat down in one of the chairs. Now all I could do was wait.

'Morning!'

Sleepily I looked at the middle-aged woman who was walking toward the toilets. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was. Shit! Fiore. I had fallen asleep... I might have missed her. I turned toward the path to the forest, and couldn't believe my luck. There she was, running up the hill, in the same outfit as the day before. She was almost at the treeline.

I jumped up, threw off my jacket and ran toward the start of the path up the hill. 'Morning to you too! And thanks, I love you!' I said to the woman as I passed her. She looked bewildered, but I did not want to stop and explain.

By the time I reached the path through the meadows, Fiore had disappeared in the forest. I sprinted up the hill as fast as I could. I was lucky that there were no branches from the first stretch of path in the forest, otherwise I would have been looking for a needle in a haystack -- or for a lovely woman in an extensive forest, for that matter.

It took me a few minutes to get a sight of her, and a couple more to close in to a few paces behind her. And now what? I asked myself, completely out of breath. I felt like a creep, running after my ex in a forest. Nevertheless, I slowed down and stayed behind her for another minute to catch my breath and admire her round ass, before finally catching up with her.

'Long time... no... see!'

She was in my arms the moment she recognized me. Still breathless, I couldn't speak, so we walked side by side for a while until I recovered. After we exchanged a few pleasantries, I explained that I was on a mountain biking trip with friends. I'd seen her walking the day before and decided to try to find her. She, too, was there with friends, though her trip was nearing its end -- she'd be heading home in two nights.

When my breath was back to normal we picked up our pace and started jogging. I longingly looked at the movements of Fiore's large bosom next to me, held down tight by her sports bra yet still moving up and down in a tantalizing motion.

'You know, I still miss you so much,' I confessed.

'I still miss you too, but it had to be done,' she said, a little defensively. 'My boss summoned me back to Italy, and there was nothing left for me in Denmark.'

'Except for me!'

'Except for you. But I couldn't just quit my job.'

'Yeah, I know. I just wish...'

'You know just as well as I do that our relationship wouldn't have survived long distance.'

'I suppose you're right,' I said, wishing she wasn't.

For a minute or two we ran on in silence. I stole the occasional glance sideways to admire the woman running next to me. God, she was beautiful! And those bouncing boobs, I had some fond memories of those.

'You know,' I said, deciding I just had to try, 'now that we're both here...'

'That's a bad idea, and you know it,' she said firmly. 'It'll only cause more pain.'

A few minutes later, our trail came back out at the edge of the forest. In front of us was the campground. We had run a small circle without my realizing it. Gradually, we slowed to a walk and came to a full stop at the entrance.

'What are your plans for today?' I asked her, not wanting to part ways.

'I don't know,' she said. 'Probably chill in the morning and visit a nearby town in the afternoon, and stay for dinner. You?'

'Mountain biking with the guys,' I said pointing in the direction of my tent. I already saw Mikkel and Anders sitting outside. 'Any plans after dinner?'

'No, I don't think so.'

'Join me on a walk tonight,' I said. Seeing her frown, I hastily added, 'Just as old friends.'

She accepted, and we parted ways after a hug. I looked after her as she walked away, reminiscing about past times. Once she'd disappeared, I walked back to my tent, looking forward to tonight.

I hadn't told Anders and Mikkel about my run this morning. Or, at least, not about Fiore. Not wanting Anders to insult her any more, I'd decided to just keep it to myself. After dinner, I made some excuse about taking a stroll around the campground alone and slipped away to the far end of the grounds to meet Fiore. I was glad she'd suggested walking up the other side of the valley -- otherwise Anders and Mikkel might have seen us together.

She was already waiting when I arrived. She wore a flared, knee-length skirt and a tight jumper which accentuated her chest. We hugged, then started up the hill, following a dirt road to the treeline.

'You know, I've been thinking of you all day,' she said softly.

'Really? Me too.'

'You do know that I'm sorry...'

'I know,' I cut her off. 'You didn't mean to hurt me. You did what had to be done.' I took her hand in mine. 'I just miss you, that's all.'

'Me too,' she said, and for a minute we walked in silence, hand in hand.

Soon we entered the forest on the dirt road. The sun was setting, and the light inside the forest grew dim.

'Do you think we'll be fine in the forest in the dark?' I asked.

'Of course,' she replied in her laid-back manner. 'And the moon is out.'

We walked through the forest, raking up memories of our time together. We didn't meet anyone, but to a passerby we would have looked like a couple in love -- holding hands and happily chatting. Eventually our conversation turned to more intimate moments.

'Do you remember the time I stood you up?' Fiore asked.

'Yeah. I'd cooked you a wonderful dinner, and you just kept me waiting.'

'I did make it up to you.' She winked with a mischievous smile.

'Yes you did. Damn that corset was sexy.' I felt a bulge growing in my pants when I thought back to that moment. 'And my surprise when you took off your coat and all you were wearing was that! Not even panties.'

She laughed. 'That was so cold, walking through the winter air to your place.'

'I warmed you up pretty well, though, didn't I?' I let go of her hand and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

For a while, we walked on in silence, each replaying past events in our memories.

'You know, we could...' I hesitantly said, not trying to push her too far. 'For old times sake.'

'I really think we shouldn't,' she said, stopping in her tracks. Her smile turned into a frown. 'Like I said, it would only cause more pain.' She paused for a moment, then added. 'I think we should get back.'

We turned, and walked back in silence. I had a hard time ignoring the bulge in my pants, and kept glancing sideways at her impressive chest -- the outline still clearly visible in the moonlight. I so wished I could hold her in my hands. After a few minutes she stopped, and turned to me.

'You know,' she paused, gathering her thought. 'I see you look at me... And I really want you too. I just don't want you to get hurt... again.'

I took both her hands in mine. 'I won't expect us to get back together. I just want to have fun...'

'I want that too, but...' she stared into the darkness surrounding us.

'But?'

Suddenly, she pushed me backwards. I almost stumbled, but managed to stay upright as she pressed my back against a tree. Then she kissed me. I eagerly kissed her back. My hands explored her back, and the soft skin of her neck. Her skin was the softest I'd ever felt. As her kissing became more passionate, my hands went down to her round ass, squeezing it. And then back up, ending up exploring her large bosom. My dick was now pressing painfully hard into the fabric of my pants.

She broke the kiss, and whispered 'I want you.'

'I want you too.'

She kissed me again, while her hands went to my crotch. For a moment I thought she was just going to feel me up, but instead she undid my fly and freed my dick. The sudden freedom and cold air felt heavenly. Without warning, she dropped to her knees and put her lips around me. Instantly I was very aware of being outside, receiving a blowjob on a dirt road in the forest. But we hadn't seen anyone so far, that night, I told myself, so while we might get spotted by a squirrel or a deer, I didn't have anything to worry about.

This is one of the things I loved about her so much, I thought: her unconstrained desire for sex. Doing it here, out in the open, added to the excitement of it all. Imagine someone could see us, see her suck my dick.

She was great at giving blowjobs, working magic with her lips around my shaft and tongue circling my glans. My fingers wandered through her hair as she moved up and down. Soon she had me panting in pleasure, oblivious of my surroundings. Before long I let out a low grunt, and spurted my load into her mouth.

She stood up, licked her lips and then kissed me, letting me taste my own seed. Then she pulled me away from the tree, and smiled. 'My turn.'

She stood with her back to the tree and reached under her skirt, pulling down her panties. I crouched between her legs, putting my head under her skirt. Her inner thighs were soaked. I remembered how wet she would get when aroused. With my tongue I traced her thighs to her crotch, then slowly along her puffy outer lips. She shuddered with pleasure. I carefully parted her lips with my tongue and found her entrance, lapping up her juices. They were as sweet and fragrant as always.

Slowly and teasingly I made my way upwards, ending up at her tiny clit. Once there, she put a hand on the back of my head and pushed, pinning me to her crotch. I started making slow circles, gradually increasing the speed. After a minute or so she shuddered, holding me down tighter during her orgasm. I broke contact with her clit and moved down to suck up the newly expelled juices.

'Again,' she moaned. 'I want one more please.'

I went back to work on her clit, making the circles with my tongue just how I knew she loved it. She bucked her hips and pressed her crotch against my face even harder. This time she started to moan, loudly. It didn't take long before she came again.

'Get up, kiss me,' she said after her spasms had subsided.

We kissed passionately, my hands roaming all over her body once more. After our lips parted, she cleaned her juices off my face with the sleeves off her jumper. Then we walked back in the direction of the campground, hand in hand. She had a spring in her step.

'I loved doing that out here,' I said after a minute.

'Me too,' she said dreamily.

'I guess we were lucky no-one came by.'

She looked at me, and I swear I saw a twinkle in her eye in the moonlight.

'What?' I asked, unsure what she was hiding.

She laughed. 'So you didn't notice?'

'Notice what?' I looked at her questioningly.

'An elderly couple came by.'

'What? When?'

'Just when I had my first orgasm.'

'No!' I was shocked.

'I looked them in the eye when I asked for more.'

I couldn't believe that had just happened. 'No way!'

'It was so hot.'

'That is hot...' I said, imagining her looking these people in the eye and asking for another orgasm. 'How did they react?' I felt my dick stirring in my pants just at the thought.

'I couldn't see. It was too dark. They just looked at me, and kept walking.' She squeezed my hand. 'They must have seen what we were doing, though.'

'I never expected I'd find this such a turn on!'

'You little exhibitionist...' she laughed.

Soon, we made it back to the campground.

'I loved being back with you,' she said when we hugged good by.

'Me too. Same time tomorrow?'

'No, let's do later. Midnight?' she suggested, and then quickly added, 'No hard feelings when I leave?'

'I promise.'

'Good. See you tomorrow,' she kissed me on the cheek, then turned around and walked off.

'See you tomorrow,' I called after her.

The following night, Fiore was late. Just when I started to worry she might stand me up, she came running in the moonlight. She was wearing the same outfit as the day before.

'So sorry, I had to...'

I stopped her mid-sentence with a kiss. 'Let's go!'

Just like the night before, we headed for the treeline up the hill, hand-in-hand. Fiore was much more talkative this time, telling me about the restaurant she'd been with her friends and describing the food in great detail. She must have had a drink or two, I thought, secretly glad -- that made it less likely she would hesitate about continuing our adventures tonight.

We entered the forest on the dirt road. Once again, the moon was out, lighting our way, but the darkness beyond the path swallowed all detail.

'Getting caught last night was such a turn-on,' I said once her story was finished. 'Even though I didn't see.'

Fiore turned to me. 'For me too.' After a pause she added 'You know, when I got back in my tent, I masturbated...' She squeezed my hand. 'Twice.'

She had never been so frank with me, I realized. Perhaps she'd had more than two drinks. 'Living dangerously...' I laughed.

'I just couldn't help myself.'

For a minute we walked on in silence, while I was imagining Fiore furiously masturbating in her tent, next to her sleeping friends. My dick was already straining against my pants. Suddenly a path leading away from the dirt road caught my eye, one I hadn't seen the day before. Fiore must have seen it too, as she steered me towards it.

The path wasn't particularly narrow, but it was winding between the trees. The ground was far less even than on the dirt road, and walking here in the dark took a lot more effort. After a minute or so I stopped Fiore, taking her into my arms.

'I think this is far enough,' I whispered, before kissing her.

She eagerly kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my neck. While kissing, my hands roamed over her body once more. As I centered down on her boobs, she pushed me away.

'No hard feelings after tonight, okay?' she asked.

'I promise,' I said, although I knew that my heart would ache for her.

Just as we locked lips once more, we heard cheering in the distance. It came from the direction of where the path was heading. Curious, we looked around for any clue of what was going on, but there was nothing to see but darkness.

'Let's go,' Fiore decided, and pulled me along the path.

I was hesitant. All I wanted was to be with Fiore, away from other people. But she had made up her mind and was not going to be stopped.

We soon heard fragments of conversation, and within a minute we could perceive the glow of a campfire, straight ahead of us. Fiore led us closer as the path led us towards a clearing in the forest. In the center of the clearing was a large campfire, and around it sat at least a dozen people on logs arranged as benches. These people were having a good time, it seemed, happily chatting along and passing bottles around. A man stood in the middle, close to the fire, with his back towards us.

'Come on, let's turn around,' I whispered in Fiore's ear.

'But, this looks like fun.' She kept going as the path partly circled the campfire, and stopped at the edge of the clearing.

'Please, let's...' I wanted to beg her again to leave, but she put her finger on my lips.

'See that man?' she asked. 'He's getting a blowjob.'

From our new vantage point, having circled around the clearing, we now could see a woman, crouched in front of him. Her head was bobbing up and down, causing her ponytail to swing wildly. She was unmistakably giving him a blowjob in the middle of the circle of people.

'Did you know this would be here?' I asked, thinking Fiore might have planned coming here. She shook her head, then pulled me into the clearing.

'Hi,' she said aloud as we approached the campfire. 'Mind if we join?'

The group was very welcoming, and we sat ourselves down on one of the logs. I possessively wrapped my arm around Fiore, unwilling to share her with the group. I wanted her to myself. She, however, felt differently.

'I want that,' Fiore whispered in my ear.

'What?'

She didn't respond, but kept her gaze locked on the woman moving her lips along the shaft of the standing man.

Hell no, I thought to myself. While getting caught in the act last night had been hot, having sex right in front of a bunch of strangers was a step too far for me. Nevertheless, my dick was painfully hard in my pants.

The conversation around us was slowly dying down. Most people, all of them couples as far as I could tell, were engrossed in the blowjob show. The guy next to me passed us a bottle of schnapps, and we both took a few sips before passing it on. The strong liquor helped me relax.

Suddenly the standing guy moaned, taking his dick out of the woman's mouth and into his hand. She closed her eyes as he shot his load all over her face -- to loud cheering of the crowd. As the guy sat back down on a log, she wiped her face with her fingers, licking them clean.

It didn't take long for another couple to take over the show. On the other side of the fire, a woman got down on her knees in front of her partner, who remained sitting on the log. Soon her head was going up and down over his crotch.

Fiore moved a little closer to me, putting her hand on my leg. Her gaze was fixed on the new show while she moved her hand to my bulging crotch. Slowly she started rubbing it, through my trousers. It felt great, although I was rather self-conscious about her doing that right here, where all those people could see.

The woman on the other side got up, turned around and lifted her skirt, mounting her partner who just kept sitting where he was. There was some cheering as she started riding him.

'I want next,' Fiore said nervously, without taking her eyes off of them.

'No way.' Deep down I wasn't so sure about that. I was as horny as I'd been in years.

'I mean it.'

I was deeply conflicted. Part of me was extremely aroused by the situation, by the idea of doing it right here in front of all these people. Yet another part of me felt like it would just lock up by the thought of doing that. In absence of any response from me, Fiore unbuckled my belt and moved her hand in my pants, grabbing my hard dick.

On the other side of the fire, the woman got up and turned around. Crouching back down in front him, she presumably started to lick the cum off his dick. The crowd cheered once more.

'Now,' Fiore said as she disentangled herself from me and lunged forward.

Before I had the time to realize what was happening, she was on all fours in front of me.

'Fuck me!' she commanded as she lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. The backside of her skirt, now draped across her back, showed a large dark patch, and her thighs were dripping wet.

What else could I do except drop my trousers, get behind her, and fuck her? A loud cheer sounded when I entered her puffy wet cunt. The slick wetness of her soft pussy felt heavenly around my aching dick. I slowly made a first thrust, then increased my pace.

I didn't dare look at the crowd surrounding us. I just couldn't wrap my head around the dozen-or-so strangers watching me fuck my beloved Fiore. Instead, I fixed my gaze at her backside. She, on the other hand, was looking around, clearly enjoying the attention she was getting.

The feeling of two hands wrapping around my torso from behind made me stop in my tracks.

'We shouldn't hide all of this from the audience,' a woman said behind me as she gave my ass a little push to get me moving again. Then the two arms lifted my remaining clothes over my head, leaving me completely naked.

As I continued fucking Fiore, the woman moved in my view. I recognized her as the one with the ponytail, who had been giving a blowjob when we arrived. She winked at me, and I had a hard time not immediately averting my eyes.

'I'm sure the guys want to see those babies too,' she said while tugging Fiore's jumper. With a little help of Fiore, she soon placed Fiore's bra and jumper on the log we had been sitting before. Fiore's large boobs were now swinging freely under her -- she was naked except for the skirt wrapped around her waist.

For a moment I slowed down and bent over, cupping one of her boobs in my hand. It was as large, soft and heavy as I remembered. When I got back up, I increased my pace, thrusting as deep as I could into her dripping wet pussy. Fiore threw her head back and let out a loud moan. Moving one hand between her legs, she started to rub her clit. She came within seconds, crying out loud and shaking all over.

After her orgasm had subsided, she straightened up, letting my dick slide out of her pussy. I grabbed both her boobs and pulled her in close, my dick sliding along her inner thighs. Turning her head, she kissed me.

'Let's make them go mad, fuck my ass,' she whispered after our lips parted. And after kissing me once more, she added 'I'll put on a show. Don't let that stop you.'

As she got back down on all fours, I let my hand run up from her clit to her tight asshole, leaving a trail of wetness. Then I put my dick back in her wet pussy and resumed fucking her. The prospect of fucking her ass turned me on like crazy, lifting some of my restraint. For the first time, I dared looking around at the crowd. Everyone was focused on us. I couldn't recall ever having sex with someone looking; now people were watching from all sides. A guy not far from us was even openly stroking his dick.

I felt a sudden urge to please this crowd of horny voyeurs. I pulled my dick out all the way; it was glistening with moisture in the light of the fire. Again, I slid my hand up from Fiore's clit all the way up to her ass, lubing it up a little more. Knowing that she would now expect me to insert my dick in her ass, I decided to tease her by putting it back in her pussy. Once more, I pulled it out and thrust it balls deep back into her pussy. The third time, however, I guided it to her ass, inserting it all the way in a single, fluid motion.

Fiore let out a high-pitched shriek, throwing her head backwards. Not knowing whether this was her putting on a show, or actual pain, I fucked her with slow, deep thrusts. Her cries faded to a whimper, and as I looked around the campfire, it was clear the guys were loving it. A few of the women looked shaken, though. Of course, they didn't know Fiore had begged me to do this to her.

The tightness of her ass felt incredible. The sight of Fiore putting on a show while my dick went in and out between her round soft ass cheeks quickly brought me closer to my orgasm. I noticed that a skinny woman next to me was giving her partner a handjob, while not far from them a woman had her hand down her jeans. Clearly, I wasn't the only one enjoying myself.

'Harder... deeper,' Fiore moaned. She was loving this as much as I was.

Nearing the point of no return, I reached forward and pulled Fiore's hair, making her straighten up once more. Grabbing her boobs I thrust forward one last time, and while letting out a primal grunt I emptied my balls into Fiore's asshole. She turned her head, and as my dick slipped out we kissed. The crowd burst into booming applause.

A minute or so later, we were back on the log with our clothes on. My arm was wrapped firmly around Fiore. A few others had taken over the show; a couple was fucking missionary on the ground, while another woman sat on her face.

'God, I loved that,' Fiore murmured.

'Me too.' I could hardly believe how much I'd enjoying putting up this show. 'I wish we could be back together.'

Fiore looked at me with a sad expression. 'You know that's not possible...'

She snuggled closer as we watched the threesome in front of us. 'But hey...' she said, her voice just a whisper as she laid her head on my shoulder, 'We'll always have tonight.'