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Outdoor exhibitionist sex [m/f] turns into ultimate cabin discovery (or is it vice-versa?) | 2016
Intro: This is my first Reddit post, and this sub has inspired me to tell this story. I enjoy writing and want to do more of it, along with the kick me and my girlfriend get by sharing something intimate between us with perfect strangers. We are both into literotica, and I built up her anticipation of seeing this story here. We'll see how long it takes her to find it!
I added some pics to help you visualize the space we were playing in. They are hyperlinks provided within the text to an Imgur hosted gallery. None of the images are mine. They are simply from a Google search. You'll have to create the more sexy images with that beautiful brain of yours, but I will help you along with my best description. If you don't like foreplay, you can skip to The Sex below.
Story: My girlfriend of about six months and I took a little trip in my '83 VW Vanagon down to Whidbey Island for a camping weekend. Whidbey is in the north Puget Sound and tucked between the San Juan Islands and Olympic Peninsula, facing the Straits of Juan de Fuca. It's fucking gorgeous all around, and a bit of a hidden treasure. Deception Pass State Park, however, is pretty well known for this amazing bridge that gives you access to the island from the north. It passes over a deep canyon with a rushing ocean tidal current. It is supposedly the most visited park in the State of Washington and gets a lot of gawking tourists pulling off the highway to takie selfies from the bridge and such. We miraculously found a quiet corner within the park to enjoy each other's company outdoors... but first, some literotica foreplay. I mean, what's a sexy outdoor adventure without the full story?
The main activity of the trip was intended to be surfing on stand up paddleboards (or SUP). A little explanation on SUP: you can surf on these boards standing up or just cruise around on flat water. I brought one of my boards good for cruising as well as a kayak for backup. I was hoping to rent a shorter, surfier model on the island, but I couldn't track down the rental guy - that's island life for you. It mattered not - there were no waves on this particular Saturday, anyhow. The swells rarely get over 4' coming out of the Straits, so the ocean is often flat. So my wandering mind started seeking out an alternative paddle to keep the excitement of our weekend alive and well.
About us: Her: an adorable, petite 23 year old with famously beautiful red curly hair, an amazing bubble butt that I worship, tiny little perky tits, soft pure white skin, and a naiveté that I love to ruin (especially with my cock). Him (the author): 38, average-to-athletic build, good looking, confident, and fairly experienced sexually. However, you might also say I'm a late bloomer. I had a fairly long, dull marriage and an ugly divorce. So for the rest of my sex life, I'm only looking for spicy!
To boot, we both have a ravenous sexual appetite for each other and were still in that early, hungry phase of our relationship. However, I have a kid from that prior marriage at home part-time, we had conflicting work schedules at the time, other hobbies... life gets in the way of sex sometimes, so we didn't get to go at it like rabbits every night (even though we wanted to). So on a weekend getaway like this, paddle-boarding was not the only mission, nor was missionary-style. We both needed some wild sex!
We had spent Saturday night in my van in my buddy's driveway in Oak Harbor (the one midsize town on the island, home of a naval base). We could have easily camped at Fort Ebey State Park down the road about 10 miles, but he offered his yard and said it had good privacy. Sometimes campgrounds don't have any privacy on a nice weekend, and perhaps it's inappropriate to shake the van with families sitting around campfires nearby. Furthermore, his place was stumbling distance from the nearby brewery. Drunk fucking in the van? Maybe.
As it turned out, the backyard was not as peaceful or private as we imagined. My girlfriend and I had sex but were a bit subdued about it. There were neighbors and I guess we were being timid about being too exhibitionist in a quiet neighborhood. The van is a bit cramped of course so we had vanilla sex - like missionary position under the blankets - and called it a night.
The next morning, it was obvious we were both wanting more sexy adventure out of this romantic getaway, and we only had the rest of Sunday to do it. Luckily, we were about to encounter a fantasy sex scenario well beyond our collective imaginations. I knew of a little back road off the main drag of Highway 20 through Deception Pass State Park. I had seen it on a map and knew it went down to some marinas and a public boat launch. I decided it could be exciting to try and paddle into the current of Deception Pass itself.
Keep in mind, you can get in real trouble in these waters, even with a good motor. Depending on your timing - tide rushing in or out - you would not bring a little 15 horsepower fishing boat out there and try to go against the current. There are standing waves:
I'm a pretty adventurous guy when it comes to the outdoors, but I don't really fuck around with heavy water. I'm just not that experienced in ocean currents. I'm from the Inland Northwest, so plenty of snow, ice, lakes, and rivers, but the ocean in the Pacific Northwest is a different animal. It is cold, it can be powerful, and it certainly can be merciless. Going into this wave feature under human power alone, I intended to approach with full caution.
We parked the van at a little marina with a convenience store and some houses across the street. People were walking their dogs, working on boats, fiddling with fishing gear and what-not. The paddle itself across the bay to the main channel is brief. I put on a wetsuit just because I had one and paddled the kayak which was a sit-on-top variety. The girl took the paddle board. She's not very strong so I was yelling across the water to her, advising her where to paddle, looking for eddies and staying close to shore so she didn't get exhausted and swept out to sea somehow. That would be a real buzzkill.
Soon we rounded the corner of land that drops you into the channel (use the first picture above to help guide you - we crossed through the gap between the medium island in left-center of the photo and were tucked against the main landmass to the left of the bridge). We were facing against the current as the tide was rushing in. By tucking in real close to shore we could pick our way forward from tiny eddy to tiny eddy, but shortly the eddies ran out. I surveyed the scene and performed a risk/reward assessment. We could poke our watercraft out into the rushing current (towards the left in photo), get a fun ride on some waves going downstream, then tuck around the next island to "eddy out" (meaning step out of the current) into quiet water again. There were some motorboats out so I suppose if we got in real trouble we could signal someone for help. Or if we got swept too far, we could land on shore further down from where we parked and walk back.
I went first so I could lead the way when picking waves and timing the exit around the nearby island. We had no prior knowledge of this island we used as our protection, but we now know it fondly as Ben Ure. The plan worked out and we got an exciting, novel little ride back towards the marina - like "Woo hoo!" and looking back to check on her while enjoying the few larger waves and marveling at the speed of the current, then exit before it's too late. Ben Ure quickly provided us with sheltering water.
The island has two houses on the west side that are private. The rest looked to be forested with madronas, hemlocks, and firs and dense undergrowth which is typical of this area. We live in a wet climate, but Whidbey is known by the locals to be in the rain shadow of the Olympic Mountains. This day was hot, calm, and epically gorgeous. We paddled our boats towards the low tide shoreline of Ben Ure, but the first patch of earth we encountered was just a jumble of mollusk-encrusted rocks.
The Sex: The rocks were not comfortable on bare feet, not good for a wetsuit (they puncture), and certainly not good for fooling around. We poked a little further down the south shoreline, facing the marina, and found a sandier landing spot. We put the boats up out of the water slightly and clambered up the bluff onto softer ground. I shed my wetsuit and lied back to sunbathe in shorts alone. She was wearing a t-shirt and loose shorts, also. We begin to kiss and cuddle in the warm sun, appreciating our environment and good fortune so far. I begin to get aroused and pulled down my shorts provocatively, allowing my erection to emerge. She has a hard time resisting my cock, so she was quick to grab hold and give me some strokes. Soon she got the signal to put it in her mouth. We were making a half-baked attempt at being discreet, with the marina and houses across the bay only a few hundred yards away. To go further, however, we would need to find more privacy.
I got her up and tucked my manhood back in my shorts as best I could. We walked down the path looking for an opening in the forest or any trails leaving the bluff. The ground was soft at first but soon became rocky and harder to navigate barefoot. I was also eager to get back to our previous business so looked for any patch of grass that seemed flat and semi-protected from view. Boats were circulating about closer to the island but I was beginning to really not care. She had a look on her face that said, "We need something better."
Finally a trail appeared that headed inland. The brush was thick and it didn't seem hopeful, until a small cabin came into view. It was labeled Ben Ure.
It was not apparent yet if anyone was occupying the cabin, but the signage made it seem like it should be a public facility. Deception Pass is a large state park, so it seemed feasible that this place was for rent. At 2pm on a Sunday afternoon, wouldn't the renters still be here? The opportunity to have actual accomodations for our tryst paired with our flaming desire was too good to pass up. I walked up the stairs and encouraged the young lady to follow.
Miraculously, no one was about. We found a huge deck facing the ocean and what's more, the front door was unlocked! The prior tenants had apparently checked out but the manager had not yet returned to lock it up. We both looked at each other and knew that it was game on. We got naked quickly and begin fucking on the deck without hesitation. I had her bent over the handrail and was soon inside of her from behind. This was our view (you can just make out the faint snowy profile of Mt Baker):
A sailboat would drift by just offshore, but at this point nearly all caution had been dropped. We had a bit better coverage from the foliage in front of the deck, plus we were at an elevated position above the shore, so at most they could make out our heads and my upper torso. I think I was even more turned on by this, but I was mindful of my lady's more shy sensibilities. I was introducing her to public sex in small bites.
I'm taller than her so coming in from behind while standing up is not the ultimate position for us. I have to crouch a little bit to get the right angle. Also, she doesn't get to fully relax and fall into the sensation. So when the time came for a new position, I eyeballed the picnic bench on the deck next to us. The paint was peeling and there may be slivers in store for her butt, but come on, this is outdoor sex! It's bound to be a bit scratchy. Plus it was the only solid furniture around. I put her up on the end of the table and laid her back. It was the perfect height for me to get between her legs and do my thing. The angle was such that the throbbing head of my cock was giving her G-spot a good drubbing. She was also more out of view from the passing boats, so therefore getting more comfortable and really feeling the pleasure.
Nevertheless, an old picnic table is still not the best surface to make love on, so eventually I wanted to get into a bed. I decided to try out the cabin. Any person in their right mind would be thinking about the park ranger coming up the trail to clean out the cabin and not want to be caught inside. We weren't in our right minds. We were sex crazed and I, for one, was even more turned on by the prospect of getting caught. The couch had a futon mattress and some sheets were bundled up on one end. Probably used, but the coating on the mattress was slick and unappealing. I pulled the mattress down on the floor and covered it with the sheets. I also grabbed a few pillows and presented my princess with the ultimate breeding ground. We could fall away into our desire and have orgasms galore.
I have really good stamina - that is, an ability to ejaculate when I want to and not ejaculate when I don't want to. The young lady did not know she could have multiple orgasms when she met me but had since learned that where one is good, several is better. On an ordinary evening where we might just want to get to sleep and rest up for work the next day, the sex would have been over already. In a rare situation like this, I was going to milk it for as long as possible. That means I was going to pound her tender pussy as long as (or a bit longer than) she could handle it. Or, when we were interrupted (whichever came first). It certainly wasn't going to be me that came first!
Furthermore, I don't think we had a lot of diverse sex yet in our relationship prior to this lucky day. When I first started sleeping with the young lady, even doggy style gave her a bit of pause for some reason. On this special occasion, I saw an open door for pushing her into some new positions. I just had to direct the show.
We took a bit of rest to cool off and drink some water. It occurred to me that we had left the boats pretty close to the waterline and the tide had been rising. It would be quite the buzzkill to be stranded on the island after our lovemaking session and have to swim in the cold ocean for our craft, so I put on my shorts and jogged back to the place we left them. My feet hurt on the rocky trail but i was hustling to not only beat the tide and save our boats, but also to return for more sex before she called it quits. I arrived just in time as the sterns of both boats were floating! I carried them up the shoreline above the high tide line and hustled back. Then it was back out on the deck for another round of outdoor sex.
This time I thought to utilize the plastic chair hiding in one corner. I sat down and asked her to turn around and lower onto me, sitting on my lap with my member up inside her. I love her butt so much, this is one of the ultimate positions for me. My hands are free to squeeze her ass and assist with the speed. She gets to control the depth which is important once she starts to get sore after an hour or so of enthusiastic fucking. The chair was flimsly and I feared could buckle under our passion, but we went until her legs got too tired from performing consecutive squats.
Then it was back up for more doggy style on the rail. I wanted to go until sundown, but ultimately she reached her limit. We went inside the cabin for water and scavenged for snacks in the kitchen. People had left behind a bit of food. We chatted in the kitchen (where all good parties end up) and appreciated each other's naked bodies, feeling that post coitus buzz on our skin. I had noticed a shower outside and thought that would be a nice finisher, or certainly not something to miss! An outdoor shower to boot?
The water was hot and the spray powerful, so we washed the sex and salt off our bodies. I gave one more stab at trying something new with her by putting a soapy finger near her butthole. This was the next territory I was eager to explore, but she rebuffed my advances. That quest will be saved for another story!
We dried off, got dressed, and put the cabin back in order. We found some flyers that confirmed this cabin is part of the State Park system. Going back home and looking up their reservation system on the internet, it's obvious this place is booked up every weekend in spring and summer months ahead of time. We would never have had access to this place if we had actually known about it in advance. Thanks also to the people who packed up and left early, and the ranger who showed up late to sweep up our mess!
The rarity factor made the experience all the more magical and a story worth telling, now a year later. Of course, the island has become one of those inside jokes we often evoke as a couple, like "We could always go to Ben Ure." It means "Let's go find a beautiful place to fuck outside where it feels like we just stole the place."
You can read a Not Gone Wild description of the island in the Seattle Times. If you book it, tell them we sent you. Just promise me you'll get naked on the deck! ;-)
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