Chapter 3.
The light of the long sunset was still in the sky when Tommy reached the botFrank of the rise. It wasn't as far as it had appeared from across the river, but it was different. The trees along the slope were large pines, spaced, and climbing up between them was obviously no easy matter.
The ground was covered with slick pine needles and it angled up quite steeply to the rise, but there was still enough light that he could find the path to the top without difficulty.
The trail was angular, cut into the side of the slope as it rose from one level area to the next, and by the time Tommy reached the last cut to the top, he was breathing hard.
He'd have been very unhappy if the Millers' camp wasn't there, but a short distance along the flat and in a clearing, he saw the large tent. The air carried a distinct odor of barbecued beef; when he reached the edge of the clearing, he understood why.
Seated at a large camp table were three people.
A short distance from that was a campfire and grill being tended by Patty Miller.
He was excited at seeing Patty, but he was reluctant to step into the clearing because of those seated at the camp table.
One was Sharon Miller, as he would expect, but what disturbed him was the presence of two men.
The three adults were all drinking from tall glasses and laughing and talking at the same time.
Tommy instantly thought that one of the two men had to be with Patty.
If that was the case, he'd certainly have to re-think his plans.
His muscles tensed with excitement as he decided to watch; to spy on the group was more correct, and the idea did have a certain masochistic stimulation.
They were apparently going to eat the steaks that Patty was carefully turning over the campfire, but the way Sharon Miller was acting with the two men, Tommy had to wonder. Patty was almost a carbon-copy of her mother, and she was blessed with a degree of raw sensuality.
Yet, Sharon Miller was all the woman that any man could realistically ask for, and then some.
Tommy felt that Patty would some day come up to the qualities of her mother, but he couldn't help the way he felt when looking at Sharon.
She really turned him on in the most lewd and stimulating way he could imagine.
At that moment, seated at the large camp table, Sharon seemed to radiate pure sex like it was a common asset available to everyone. Her movements were deliberate and enticingly smooth, as if she was making love to anything that came in contact with her full and lush body.
When she touched the table, it was certain that she was feeling its texture, caressing its surface with her fingers, and the bench she was sitting on might as well have been alive by the way her supplely fleshed buttocks and thighs pinched and rocked upon it.
She was wearing a short dress of such delicate material that he had to wonder if it was all there, or instead, if was a blouse and she had somehow forgotten her pants or skirt.
She always dressed in revealing garments, and though Tommy had never seen her in the nude, he felt he could describe all of her intimate parts in detail.
Her breasts, large and round and lifted, would shimmer and quiver as she shifted her position, the nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her dress as if straining to be free.
He could imagine how proud and firm they were, like magnificent blushing globes above her narrow waist and curving hips.
Her long tapering legs, always slightly parted seemed to suggest he could easily look up between them to the warm inviting place where her sleek inner thighs and softly rounded buttocks became one.
Her silken pubic mound would be darker and thicker than Patty's, but he knew that the softly curling hair would part like a clearing in the forest to reveal the liquid pink orifice of her cunt tucked between soft, wetly glistening cuntal lips.
One of the men at the table was telling a dirty joke, but Tommy kept his eyes on Sharon, for when she laughed, which was frequently, she would throw her head back so that her long auburn colored hair spilled over her shoulders like a flowing frame for her strikingly attractive face;
At these times, her sensual mouth would open in an open shape as if her wetly lips were prepared to kiss the head of a cock.
And then she would smile and her tongue would snake out between pearl white teeth to moisten her lips until they seemed to glow with alluring redness.
She was an alive and tremendously exciting woman, a female, Tommy knew, who could make any man glad to be near her.
It didn't take long for Tommy to realize that the two men at the table were both seeking Sharon's favor and, becoming more excited himself at the sight of her, he decided he would make his presence known.
He wanted to get away somewhere with Patty as soon as possible, and he was certain the two men would be glad for the privacy.
"So I find you at last," Tommy announced abruptly as he stepped into the clearing and walked toward the camp table. Patty left the fire and ran to him with open arms.
"It's about time you got here... I've been going crazy hanging around this giggling trio!" She was smiling and her words were intended to jest, but her open kiss left little doubt about her genuine feelings. She was hot and as anxious as he was for sex.
The feel of her sensually warm body pressing tightly against him made his half-hard cock grow larger, and he pushed her back after a moment, still finding it difficult to be so open in front of her mother.
Sharon knew about their involvement and thought it fine, but his natural reserve kept open displays of affection to a minimum.
Keeping an arm around Patty, he walked to the table. "Evening, Mrs. Miller, how are you?" he said, his hand extended. He liked the direct way she looked at him, and when their hands touched, he always felt as though she was being very, very friendly.
"Well, Tommy, you're just in time for a drink," Sharon said in her husky voice as she took his hand; it seemed as if she felt it more than shaking it. Then she glanced at the other two men who were standing. "This is Patty's friend, Tommy! That's Steve, and that's Michael..."
Tommy shook the hands of each, and he suddenly realized that they both knew Patty's mother better than he'd previously supposed as she went on quite casually, "They're a couple of Big Sur swingers, Tommy."
"Nice to meet you!" he said to both. Then he turned to again face Sharon. "Before I forget, Sheila said she would come by to say hello in the morning..." Then he added as if to make an excuse for her absence, "She was a little tired from the drive down."
"Too bad she can't come tonight. It might have done her a world of good!" she said, and Tommy missed the touch of sarcasm in her voice. "Sit down, have a drink, and let Patty get those steaks before they're burned to a crisp!"
With a yelp, Patty hurried to the campfire, so Tommy did as Sharon asked, sitting down beside her and pouring himself a drink.
They were all drinking martinis in large glasses, but he preferred something he could water down, so he poured himself three fingers of scotch and filled the glass with ice.
"Helluva nice way to go camping, Mrs. Miller," he said, and he clinked his glass against hers.
She laughed which reminded him how horny he'd become, and he quickly took a large gulp of the liquor so he wouldn't stare.
After that he completely forgot about the time or his promise to Sheila as he listened to Steve and Michael tell stories, and he attempted to keep from looking at Sharon laugh.
Patty put the overdone steaks on the table, but no one seemed very interested in eating any food.
Tommy fixed a second drink when Patty sat down beside him, and while she held a drink too, her free hand was kept busy under the table stroking his inner thigh.
Being in between Patty and her voluptuous mother was a situation that Tommy thought to have great possibilities, and the second and a third drink were consumed quickly. Finally, he was aroused from their nearness, he stood up from the table with legs trembling.
"I've got to go!" he announced abruptly, and no one seemed to notice but Patty. She stood, pausing long enough to drain her glass, and then she ran off to the tent only to emerge a second later with a flashlight.
"Mother, I'm going to walk back with Tommy... I'll be gone for awhile."
Only then did Sharon stop the animated conversation of the two men long enough for a short and meaningful comment of her own. "See you soon, Tommy, and do take your time!"
"Thank you for the drink, Mrs. Miller," he answered, and with quick nods to Steve and Michael, he took Patty by the arm and headed back toward the trail.
Patty had the flashlight on, and they followed the circle of light, not stopping until they were at the edge of the slope.
Then she pointed the light down the trail to the first level area.
"There! Just on the other side of that pine..." She started down the trail, Tommy anxiously following close behind.
"What? What's there?" he said.
She laughed, devilishly, "A blanket... I put a blanket there earlier, in case it got cold."
Just off the trail, on the far side of a large pine tree, there was a flat and level space covered with fallen pine needles. And next to the base of the tree was a bunched up dark green blanket that Patty unhesitatingly picked up and began unfolding.
"Shine this down here while I spread this out," she said handing Tommy the flashlight. Her rushing made him more excited than ever, and while holding the flashlight in one hand, he started unbuckling his belt with the other. In the process he couldn't help shining the light on Patty's sensual body.