On the AT

A recent story reminded me of an experience I had camping years ago. 

My girlfriend and I were hiking a portion of the AT. We'd stopped at a designated campsite late one afternoon, where eventually three other tents were pitched. Closest to us and the first ones there were an attractive college age couple and the other tents were occupied by two single guys, one in his mid twenties and the other by a guy in his 50s we'd guessed. The couple's tent was more or less in the center, with our tent and the other two set out almost all the way around theirs, on three sides, virtually surrounding them, each then maybe 15-20' from the other. 

After sundown and after we'd all talked and cleaned up after dinner, we retired to our respective tents. 

Not to long after that, the young couple started to make out, as we could hear the occasional giggle, quiet talking, rustling around and then a gasp or two.  They were clearly getting into it, but also, apparently trying to be quiet.  But, not quiet enough.  After a few minutes of unavoidably listing to this, I told my girlfriend I was getting turned-on. She acknowledged she was too, but said there was no way she was going to "do anything" with all the other people there and anyway she was too tired and the tent was too small "for that." (It was, actually.) 

I resigned myself to just politely ignoring them, and pretty soon the lovey-dovey noises stopped and I thought that they'd decided to cool it. But...no. THEN they started actually having intercourse. They weren't screaming or moaning like crazy, it's just that you could clearly hear their bodies slapping together as they did it, speeding up, slowing down, doing it softly, doing it hard. And while I don't think they were trying to "make a scene" their gasps and moans, though still quiet, quickly became pretty regular.  As soon as they started smacking against each other, my GF told me to go ahead and masturbate if I wanted to. I had my shorts down in no time and lay on my back, her on my left on her side watching me as best she could in the dark as I took hold of myself in my right hand and slowly stroked myself listening to the young couple making love.  

Hearing them and doing it there with my girlfriend watching I could have cum in just a couple of minutes but I wanted to time my orgasm with the girl's or the guy's - whichever one was vocal about it - and when my GF whispered asking why I wasn't stroking I told her.  She gave me a "hmmmm...." and started gently caressing my stomach and left thigh as I continued to listen and occasionally gave myself a gentle stroke, keeping myself hardened-up but not bringing myself any closer to orgasm too soon.

The young couple kept at it for a good ten minutes before they climaxed. With my girlfriend snuggled up against me and now touching me, I only made it about five. 

Maybe that was her intention, I didn't know, and yeah...after about five minutes of listening to their bodies smack together over and over and over, and her little gasps, and my girlfriend's continuous caressing, I didn't care. 

"I wanna cum," I whispered and started stroking again. 

She didn't say anything but gently slid her hand between my legs and cupped my balls with her left hand. I fished around with my left hand trying to find her right and then we clasped hands and in just moments I stroked myself to climax. The slapping of bodies continued in the next tent and my girlfriend gently gripped my balls as I orgasmed in my hand and then settled down in the afterglow until a few minutes later when the girl suddenly and matter-of-factly said. "OK. Yeah... I'm cumming," the slapping increased in speed and intensity for another thirty seconds or so, then dropped off to a couple loud "smacks!" as pelvis met pelvis for the last couple times then stopped, her boyfriend too, apparently, having cum inside her.

From the other guys' tents I could hear nothing, but I presumed - and hoped - that they'd enjoyed our neighbors' lovemaking as much as I had. While there were a few smiles all around the next morning, nothing was said about what happened (or didn't) the night before.