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Arkansas Flash (exhib)

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on: March 30, 2022, 05:11:27 AM
Thank you so much for the proof/edit, Hilda.  Woo x 2




Arkansas Flash


As most of you know, Dan and I, along with our youngest, are on a long trip home to Michigan from Florida, traveling in our Motorhome (RV). It's going to take four weeks when all is said and done. Our route takes us through Florida, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Arkansas, Tennessee, Kentucky, Ohio, and then finally Michigan.

When you enter the RV, you'll see the usual two front seats, with two couches behind each. One pulls out into a bed, that's where our daughter sleeps. Then the kitchen counter on one side, and the dinette/desk and fridge opposite it. Next is a pocket door that gives privacy to the back of the RV. Passing through that you are in a small hallway. You have the glass shower door on the right, and a door on the left which is the toilet and sink. Next is another pocket door that leads to the bedroom. The queen size bed is crosswise. To the left, opposite the foot of the bed, is a dresser on which we've placced our TV. To each side of the dresser are windows that measure 2 feet wide by approximately 5 feet tall. We have room-darkening drapes over them that are closed all of the time, because they are a pain to open and close. And we really only use that room to sleep, so why bother messing with them?

So now that you've taken the grand tour of my living space for the past three weeks and the upcoming 2 weeks, you'll have a better understanding of how the following story took place.

First, let me say that one of the things I thought would be difficult was intimate alone time with Dan, due to the aforementioned daughter. But she does sleep like a log. We just have to be creative. A lot of touching mainly. Even the gentlest intercourse rocks the RV too much.

Last week we were staying for a few nights at a KOA campground in Hot Springs, Arkansas. If you are unfamiliar with a KOA, they are a national campground franchise with locations everywhere. Most of them pack you in like sardines, meaning they don't give you much space between campsites. There might have been 20 feet between ours and the campsites to each side of us. Our campsite has a picnic table to the side, along with a fire pit. Dan and I love having a fire whenever we can, while sharing a drink. On occasion we will invite others to join us.

The first night we were there we had a fire and s'mores for our little one. About 9:30, I took her in and got her in bed. I rejoined Dan at the fire and we sat out there until 11pm. At one point he pointed out the proximity of the fire ring to our bedroom window. "If you want to go change into your PJ's, open the drape up first so I can watch." I told him maybe he should put his jammie's on and let me watch.

The next day Dan noticed the man in the campsite next to us working on his camper. The man seemed frustrated. Dan stepped outside and introduced himself and asked what the problem was. There was an electrical issue and the fridge wasn't working. Dan was over helping him for about 30 minutes when he discovered a GFI switch had tripped. Dan reset it and the fridge started working. Ten minutes later they were working under the hood checking some fluids of some sort. If he gets a chance to tinker with things, he will. It was all good because the little one was doing online schooling. I walked over to the laundry room of the campground to do some urgent wash.

When I came back, Dan suggested lunch and invited his new friend Jack to join us. Dan grilled some burgers for Jack and himself, and a chicken breast for our daughter and me to split, which I cut up and put over a salad. We learned that Jack, who was 65 years old, was divorced and has been living in his trailer for the past two years. He bought a house after the divorce, but his job sends him on the road all over the South. To help make ends meet he rents the house out and lives in the trailer. Dan and Jack continued to chit-chat over beers while I got the little one back inside to get on her computer for classes. A couple of hours later the three of us went into Hot Springs for some touristy stuff. When we got back, Dan stacked some firewood in the fire pit in preparation for the fire later. On a walk at dusk we ran into Jack, and Dan invited him to come have a drink at our fire. Dan went through his entire supply of wood as we sat out there until 1am.

The next day we went into town and hiked twice from the town to the observation tower atop the mountain, and my calves were burning at the end of the day. That night it rained like crazy as a line of storms stretching from Texas to Ohio tore across the country.

We were pretty lazy the next day, but I was able to get in a yoga session. Dan was busy under Jack's camper trying to help him find a hydraulic leak. Afterward, when Dan had come back from the camp store with more firewood, he told me that he caught Jack taking peeks toward me while I was doing my yoga. Many times in fact. I brushed it off.

While the little one was in the RV doing her online classes, I was outside with Dan as he stacked the wood in the fire pit. He then made an unexpected comment to me. "I have a dare for you. I'm going to invite Jack over for a fire tonight and I dare you to excuse yourself and go inside to take a shower."

I asked him what kind of dare that was. He then motioned to one of the bedroom windows, pointing out that the drape was open, and the interior of the bedroom was visible. "You can take off as much as you feel comfortable showing. Then just walk into the shower. But I dare you to go full monty."

"Um, no. I'm not giving a peep show."

"Think about it before you say no. You can sit by the fire with us, and say you're going into shower and..."

I cut him off. "Yeah, not happening."

It was a few seconds later that Jack came walking around from the back of his camper on the way to the camp office.

Dan said, "Should be a nice night for a fire later, Jack, you're welcome to join us."

"That sounds great, I'd love to. Thanks for the invite," he replied. "I'll bring the beer." He then disappeared to the other side of his camper.

Dan looked at me and smiled. "You do owe me a dare from last year, if you'll remember correctly."

I did in fact owe him a dare.


A few hours later, just before dusk, we went to the playground with the little one. When we returned we went inside for a bit to unfold the bed for her and cook her some popcorn for her to watch a movie. About 8:00, Dan went out and got the fire going. I joined him about 10 minutes later. Dan had positioned the chairs so that he and I had our backs to the trailer, and directly across from us was a chair for Jack to sit in. That chair was facing our camper and the window with the open drapes, he was less than 10 feet from the window, and if I did this, I would be just 5 feet from the window inside. I sat down next to him with my drink while he enjoyed his wine. We sat alone talking and staring into the fire. Dan commented, "The smoke is blowing toward the front of the camper, so he won't move that chair. He should have a clear view inside." I didn't reply. He reached over and took my hand in his. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

It wasn't long before Jack joined us and took the seat across the fire from us. We talked and drank for a couple of hours, as I built up some liquid courage, still unsure if I was going to do what Dan dared. I got up to check on the little one. As expected, she was out cold. I turned off the television and went back out to the fire.

I mentioned to Dan that I was sore from the previous day and would need a leg massage. Jack brought up the yoga from earlier and asked if it helps. Dan translated for me that I was sore from the hike the previous day and that stretching and holding poses actually helps. Jack admitted that he'd been watching me and couldn't help wondering how I could balance the way that I do. "Shoot, I've fallen putting my damn pants on in the morning." Which got me laughing.

Jack was a very interesting man. He told of his days as a rodeo clown. He was also an electrician that fell 30 feet and broke his neck. He taught biology and math at a Florida high school for 20 years. He loved his wife but she turned bipolar in the later years of the marriage and he handle it. He seemed very sad after telling us about that. Their oldest daughter and her family moved into the house to help care for her.

The night wore on and I finally said it was time I went in. I told Dan that I was taking a shower and going to bed.

"Why take a shower now? We'll have plenty of time in the morning before we leave. We're not in a big rush to get to Huntsville."

I told him I didn't want the sheets to smell like a campfire and that my hair needed washing, not that Jack would understand.

I told Dan to tell Jack it was nice meeting him, in case I didn't see him in the morning. Dan translated.

Jack stood up and reached out and gave me a tender handshake and said what a pleasure it was meeting me, and thanked me for allowing Dan the time to help him troubleshoot some issues he had been having with his camper. He then sat back down in his chair, facing our RV.

Knowing Jack couldn't understand, I said to Dan, "If anyone else shows up out here, put a stop to what I am doing. Knock on the side of the camper or something."

"Love you too, babe. Goodnight. I'll be in after we burn a few more logs."

I kissed him on the cheek, then picked up a few things that I took inside the RV, being extra quiet so as not to wake up our daughter. I closed the door between the front of the RV and the hallway that has the shower area. I didn't bother sliding the door closed to the bedroom. I normally don't close that pocket door while showering unless Dan is in the bedroom sleeping, even leaving it open sometimes if he is in there. I walked into the bedroom area and turned on the light. In my peripheral vision, I caught a glimpse of flickering flames outside the window but knew Dan's silhouette was blocking most of it. That window is in a poorly lit corner of the bedroom, so it wasn't obvious that it was open. Also, the drape is a dark blue with black backing for room darkening purposes, so it being open wasn't something that should catch my eye.  I just acted oblivious to and didn't look in that direction. But I knew at that moment that Jack could see into our fully illuminated bedroom and at less than 15 feet away could see in very well.

I stepped in front of the dresser, out of view, and opened the dresser drawer where I keep my underwear. I picked up the PJ top off the bed and walked past the window into the shower area. I stepped back into the bedroom area and turned so my back was to the window as I opened a small closet alongside the bed. After taking out two towels, I set them on the bed. Reaching down, I pulled my shirt over my head. Reaching down I lowered the hiking pants I'd been wearing all day. I reached behind my back and undid my bra, then lowered my underwear. I took a deep breath and turned to the side and stood there for a moment before reaching down and picking up all of my clothing and turning somewhat toward the window then out of his view to the other side of the bed. I put all my clothes in the dirty clothes basket. As I passed back in front of the window, I grabbed my towels from the bed.

Stepping into the shower, I could feel my heart pounding after just giving Jack a brief show. My heart didn't slow down over the course of my seven-minute shower. Was I done, I thought? Or do I continue? I thought about it for a minute.  With the help of the drinks I had consumed over the previous few hours, I decided I was going to do it again.

The first thing I do when I get out of the shower is dry off, put on my underwear, apply lotion, then put on my bra. My heart thumped when I decided I would forego the underwear as I put on lotion in full view of Jack.

I dried my hair the best I could inside the small confines of the shower area before stepping into the small enclosed hallway. Grabbing the lotion from the bathroom counter, I took a deep breath and stepped into the bedroom. I was standing sideways to the window as I dried my hair. Leaning forward, I wrapped my hair in the towel on my head and stood up, grabbed my other towel and began drying my body. When I was done, I pumped some lotion in my hand and put my left foot up on the bed to apply it. I rubbed it in along my calf and thigh, taking my time. I imagined what Jack might be seeing and a little surge shot through me, actually causing my body to involuntarily tense up for a moment. I repeated the same with my right leg, knowing he had a side view of my pubic area and my breasts as I leaned forward.

Returning my foot to the ground, I pumped some more lotion in my hand and rubbed my hands together. I rubbed my front side from my pelvic area up over my stomach, chest, and my neck and shoulders. I put more lotion in my hands and reached behind to do my back while pushing my chest out, even turning my body ever so slightly at an angle toward the window, allowing a full frontal view of my body.  I finished with my arms and face.
 
I had my underwear in the bath room, some Nike high-waist underwear, but I decided to put on something sexier instead. The camper is small and we'd brought limited clothing. I had brought exactly three pairs of sexy underwear and matching bras. I stepped in front of the dresser, out of Jack's view, and took out my black lacy underwear. I put them on out of view. I walked back over in front of the window and picked up my pajama top, which is a tank top. I put it on over my head and straightened it, it came down to just the top of the undies. I picked up my comb and, taking my time, combed my hair out.

I figured the show was over and stepped into the bathroom and finished drying my hair. My heart was still racing the entire time.

I decided I would go back out to the fire. I walked back through the bedroom and put on long flannel PJ bottoms, then my robe. I purposefully left the light on in the bedroom and walked to the front of the RV, slipped my shoes on and walked out. As I approached the fire pit, the light from our window cast light out. I ignored it at first. Jack was sitting exactly in the spot where he was when I left earlier.

I acted calmly as I told Dan that he needed to take a shower because the sheets were fairly clean and I didn't want him getting in bed after being around the smoke and stinking up the sheets. Then I acted as if I was just realizing the window shade was open.

"Dan, why is that shade open?" I said in a clearly upset tone. Jack may not have been able to understand my speech, but there was no doubt he knew I was upset about something.

"I told you babe, I was trying to fix the rattle on the window. I had to do it from the inside. I had to open the shade to fix it."

"Has Jack been sitting here the whole time?"

He looked at Jack as if confused, "Yes, Jack has been sitting there all night." "Why?" He asked in a confused tone.

I looked towards the window and could clearly see into the RV where I had just undressed.

"Turn around and look," I said. When he did, I pointed at the window and said, "I just got undressed right there. And Jack probably watched me. Before and after my shower."

Dan turned around to Jack who sat there speechless. "Jules said she got undressed in there, you didn't see her, did you?"

He just shook his head and said, "Nope."

I punched Dan in his bicep and said "you fucker", which came out surprisingly clear. I turned and walked into the RV. I would have slammed the door for added drama but I didn't want to wake little Miss up. I walked back into the bedroom and closed the drapes, shut off the light, and got out of my robe and PJ bottoms before crawling into bed under the covers.

Dan came in about an hour later and took his shower. When he got in to bed he embraced me.

"He confessed to me that he saw you before and after your shower but didn't want to admit it to you to save you some embarrassment. And I know exactly when he watched it all, because when the light shone out of the camper, I've reached in his pocket and took out his glasses. When he put them on, I could see he was looking over my head, into the camper. Tell me about it," Dan whispered.

I began to recount how I had exposed myself to Jack while his hand rubbed on my tummy. At around the time I described lowering my hiking pants, Dan slipped his hand inside my underwear and began touching me with his middle finger. I took my time telling Dan about it and the feelings I was having while doing so.

I was very close to my O when I finished telling him about it. Dan said, "After you stormed off to bed, Jack said he felt bad. He apologized for not telling me, but he couldn't help but watch. And I knew he was watching you the entire time babe."

I felt a surge pulse through me.

"He told me you have beautiful body. I asked him what he saw. He said, 'the whole enchilada. Her pussy, titties and that delicious looking ass.' Then he apologized for talking like that about you to me, that it was the alcohol talking. I told him not to worry. I told him you think your ass is too fat but that I think it's perfect. Jack agrees with me."

His finger slid deeply into me while his thumb rubbed my clitoris. "You got off on doing that, didn't you?"

I didn't answer, instead I spread my legs open further for him as my breathing picked up its pace. He slid a second finger into me, sliding both in and out with a bit more force.

"Didn't you?"

I just opened my legs wider for him as he added a third finger. "You liked showing Jack your pussy, didn't you, baby?"

"Yes, I did," I panted as quietly as possible, and then gasped as I came.

« Last Edit: April 04, 2022, 03:41:26 AM by MintJulie »

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Reply #1 on: March 30, 2022, 01:11:02 PM
You'll have to wait awhile before I tell you what I think of your adventure. I need to get my breath back first.

Damn, why is it so hot in here? I need some air.



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Reply #2 on: March 30, 2022, 01:43:07 PM
I can imagine Jack's problem. Trying to stay cool in front of Dan while watching the "show".

WOO! You're not only a sexy lady but a great story teller. I felt like I was there watching too. ;D :emot_kiss:

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Reply #3 on: March 30, 2022, 06:13:03 PM
So adventurous and pleasing. I find it so erotic and special how Dan loves to show you off like that. It must have been really hard for him not to turn and look, or react to Jack in any way.

Very well told, hell I was getting those nervous feelings reading it. Definitely a Woo from me.

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Reply #4 on: April 02, 2022, 07:51:14 PM
How can I resist another woo.  :emot_101010:

Princess, would you like to see it light up and hum when I wave it about


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Reply #5 on: April 02, 2022, 09:40:04 PM
:emot_thdrool: :emot_thdrool: :emot_thdrool:
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Reply #6 on: April 21, 2022, 03:03:29 PM
I am from Hot Springs and I know exactly what camp ground you are talking about. I wish I was there also!



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Reply #7 on: April 27, 2022, 10:26:01 PM
I am from Hot Springs and I know exactly what camp ground you are talking about. I wish I was there also!


Loved your city, PGW.

Maybe I should change the line in the story to....
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Knowing Jack couldn't understand, I said to Dan, "If anyone else shows up out here, put a stop to what I am doing. Knock on the side of the camper or something.  Well, anyone but PervyGreyWolf.  He can watch."

Sorry, we probably won't be back that way anytime soon.  And please don't go to the KOA to find Jack and tell him I did it all knowing he was watching.

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Reply #8 on: May 05, 2022, 02:57:22 PM
Definitely adding the HOT to Hot Springs.



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Reply #9 on: May 05, 2022, 06:08:00 PM
And now I want to be Jack. 

I got confused when you mentioned translated.  Because you didn't mention he couldn't speak english my first thought was "Maybe Julie and Dan don't speak English".
:roll: ??? :facepalm: I need more coffee

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Reply #10 on: May 05, 2022, 11:03:48 PM
And now I want to be Jack. 

I got confused when you mentioned translated.  Because you didn't mention he couldn't speak english my first thought was "Maybe Julie and Dan don't speak English".
:roll: ??? :facepalm: I need more coffee

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Reply #11 on: November 20, 2022, 08:00:05 PM
So adventurous and pleasing. I find it so erotic and special how Dan loves to show you off like that. It must have been really hard for him not to turn and look, or react to Jack in any way.

Very well told, hell I was getting those nervous feelings reading it. Definitely a Woo from me.

Woo from me too!

This story reminds me of the Back in the Saddle story. Not sure but voyeurism always seems so hot when written in stories. Perhaps because they are the written words instead of visual (like porn vids).  Great story! Thanks for sharing.