The night air was cool, and she was wearing a loose fitting house dress that was comfortable for the long drive down, so she hurried into the bedroom to get a warm coat from the closet. As she walked quickly out the front door she tried to remember what the camp manager had said about finding the Boyds' campsite, and she wanted to kick herself for not having listened more closely. The cool air and the darkness helped calm her, and she abruptly realized she might be doing something foolish. If she ran off half crazy with worry, she could easily become lost. Besides, most likely Rick was just too involved socializing with Valerie and Karen to notice the time.
Linda stopped, thinking she would return to the cabin and wait for her son, when she saw a small wooden sign a few yards in front of her. She moved closer, unable to read it in the twilight from that distance, and she saw it was arrow-shaped with the word "campsites" etched on it. Looking out in the direction it pointed, she saw faintly glowing fires in the distance, and she listened, hearing the sound of rushing water nearby. She remembered then what the man had said about crossing a bridge and going left past the campsites to a rise.
She really didn't want to see Valerie Boyd that evening, but then there was nothing but anguished waiting for her back at the cabin. And Rick might be heading in her direction right at that moment. There was no harm in walking toward the Boyds' camp; and if Rick was headed back, she could walk with him. Their paths had to meet, as there was the bridge over the river, so she headed toward the fires in the distance. And if she didn't meet her son, she still could turn back, if necessary, before reaching the Boyds' campsite. The walk would do her good, and it was better than waiting in the cabin where it had been getting a little too hot.
CHAPTER THREE
The light of the long sunset was still in the sky when Rick reached the bottom 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 Rick reached the last cut to the top, he was breathing hard. He'd have been very unhappy if the Boyds' 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 Karen Boyd. He was excited at seeing Karen, but he was reluctant to step into the clearing because of those seated at the camp table. One was Valerie Boyd, 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. Rick instantly thought that one of the two men had to be with Karen. 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 Karen was carefully turning over the campfire, but the way Valerie Boyd was acting with the two men, Rick had to wonder. Karen was almost a carbon-copy of her mother, and she was blessed with a degree of sensuality that belied her young age. Yet, Valerie Boyd was all the woman that any man could realistically ask for, and then some. Rick felt that Karen would some day come up to the qualities of her mother, but he couldn't help the way he felt when looking at Valerie. She really turned him on in the most lewd and stimulating way he could imagine.
At that moment, seated at the large camp table, Valerie 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 Rick 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 Karen'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 Rick kept his eyes on Valerie, 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 "O" shape as if her wetly ovalled 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, Rick knew, who could make any man glad to be near her.
It didn't take long for Rick to realize that the two men at the table were both seeking Valerie'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 Karen as soon as possible, and he was certain the two men would be glad for the privacy.
"So I find you at last," Rick announced abruptly as he stepped into the clearing and walked toward the camp table. Karen 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 young 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. Valerie knew about their involvement and thought it fine, but his natural reserve kept open displays of affection to a minimum.
Keeping an arm around Karen, he walked to the table. "Evening, Mrs. Boyd, 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, Rick, you're just in time for a drink," Valerie 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 Karen's friend, Rick! That's Ray, and that's Bob…"