Pitching a tent

The kids were thrilled and started gathering supplies right after dinner. Storybooks and flashlights; marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers; their favorite pillows and stuffies. Charissa helped them pull together their supplies while I fished the tent out of the basement. I was able to drag the big bag outside, and then I had to feign more manliness than I really have in remembering how to put the thing together. Only two YouTube videos (and about 40 minutes) later, I had the family-size tent pitched in our backyard, near our firepit, citronella candles blazing.

Charissa came out with the excited kids, and we lit a fire, roasted marshmallows, and yes, Charissa taught us all some girl scout songs. Even Pete joined in! The kids talked about the last time we had gone camping with their mom, which was pretty awkward, but Charissa was very cool about it. By this time, the sun had gone down and both kids were yawning (though Pete was trying not to show it).

I told the kids they needed to brush their teeth and put on pajamas, and they ran inside. Charissa and I both went into the basement. She was going to start getting ready for our early bedtime, and I needed to get the sleeping bags. She went into her room (not closing the door, as usual), and I slipped into the storage area. Hefting two sleeping bags in each arm, I went back into the backyard.

And that's when I noticed the light on in the guest room window.

Why had this never occurred to me before? With the sun now down, I could just walk over to that window, where the curtains didn't full cover the glass, and look right into Charissa's bedroom! She was sitting at her desk, writing in her diary ... which reminded me that I hadn't poked around in there for a while. I became aflame with curiosity, and I also wondered how long I'd be able to safely stand there and watch.

The kids, I assumed, would wait for me to tell them to come to the backyard, so I continued to leer. It was maybe five minutes, though it felt like forever, and Charissa finally put away her diary in the drawer of her bedside table. And then, what I was waiting for!

She pulled off her clothes in a heartbeat and, while standing in just her underwear, she put them in the laundry. As many times as I'd seen her in various states of undress, including in a bikini and even completely naked, still the thrill of this private view jolted my aching cock. For the moment, there were two tents pitched in the backyard.

Charissa unhooked her bra, releasing her glorious tits before my eyes. I traced their smooth outline, her perfect nipples, their youthful firmness and fullness and the way they lay proudly against her chest. The rest of her toned, volleyball athlete's body was delicious as well, but those tits. My God, they were to die for!

She left on her panties, of course, and threw on a skimpy pair of shorts and a tank top. Smart choice - it was oppressively hot outside. Of course it hadn't escaped my attention that I'd be lying next to this woman for the rest of the evening, and this did nothing to calm my raging and enthusiastic member.

I snapped out of my reverie and hightailed it inside so I could get myself ready. I brushed my teeth, threw on a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt, and rounded up the gang. Let's just say, the kids weren't the only ones looking forward to the evening!