Disclaimer: Red Shoe Diaries belongs to The Zalman King Company and Showtime
Networks Inc.! This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.
Warnings: Voyurism, female solo sex, male/female sex, female/female sex,
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Categories: Het, slash, bi
Geena Davis -- Susan McDonald
Catherine O'Hara -- Shelley Barrymore
Mark-Paul Gosselar -- Bryan Barrymore
Tiffani-Amber Thiessan -- Hilary Spelling
Summary: A sexually-depressed San Francisco housewife goes to visit her old
high-school friend and ends up going on a camping trip with the friend's son
and his girlfriend.
Other Notes: This story is a birthday gift for Geena Davis, who was born on
January 21st, 1956.
Dedication: Happy 50th Birthday to Miss Geena Davis! -- ATK 2006
Red Shoe Diaries: The Camping Trip
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])
It was a day like any other for a guy named Jake Winters and his faithful dog
named Stella just before they had stepped into a diner, where he had unlocked
his post office box, taken some mail out of it and walked out of the diner
with the mail in his hands.
And after the both of them had walked all the way to a nearby parking lot and
sat themselves down on a lamppost base, a curious Jake has looked at one of
the letters and noticed that it had a San Francisco postmark on it, causing
him to open the envelope, take the letter out of it and start reading the
"Dear Red Shoes -- I really do understand that you might be unable to
understand the type of subject that I'm writting to you about because I
had never written a letter to anyone about it before, but when I had
noticed your ad in the very newspaper that I was reading, I had suddenly
realized that I might as well go ahead and get it out in the open before
I change my mind.
To start things off, my name is Susan McDonald and I had been married to my
husband for ten wonderful years as of January the 21st, but in spite of all
of that happiness, the both of us had suddenly realized that something was
missing in our lives... and with a very good reason, for you see, my husband
happens to be one of the executives for the ABC Television Network and he
goes on these long business trips, which had left me stuck in sexual limbo.
But that was before I had sat myself down on the living room sofa and started
looking through my old high-school yearbook, which still has the photos of me
and the rest of my old gang back when we were still a bunch of goofy
And then, when I had gazed upon a picture of me and my very best friend,
Shelley Barrymore doing one of our goofy-faces for the camera, a great idea
has suddenly popped itself right into my head, causing me to get into my car,
drive myself across the Golden Gate Bridge and over to 506 O'Hara Drive,
which is where Susan and her family had moved themselves into.
Anyway, as soon as I had pulled up into the driveway and gotten out of my
car, I had walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, just in time
for the door to open and my very best friend to look at me with a big smile
on her face, give me a big hug and say, "Oooohhhh, Susan! It's so good to
see you! I was wondering when you're going to allow yourself to come over
for a visit! Come on in and I'll fix you a nice cup of coffee!"
And after I had stepped inside the house and the both of us had sat in the
living room and laughed over the many memories that we had reminded ourselves
of, a curious Shelley had looked at me. placed one of her hands on top of
mine and asked, "So, how are things going with you and your husband?"
That question has caused me to take a deep breath and answer, "Well, Shelley.
So far, everything has been great between us... except for one small thing.
Now I know that he's my husband and I still love him every much, but his job
just keeps on making him take these long business trips away from home and
causing me to start feeling like I'm not a real woman anymore."
Of course, that has caused an understanding Shelley to put her coffee cup on
a small table, place her gentle hand on my shoulder and say, "I wish I could
help with that, Susan. I really do. But I'm sorry to say that the only advice
that I could give is for you to just grin and bear it."
That was before a handsome young male and his beautiful girlfriend had walked
into the room and he had asked Shelley, "Say, Mom? Could Hilary and I borrow
the sleeping bag that you and Dad had once used on your camping trip?"
"Sure thing, Bryan. I'll get it for you right now," a smiling Shelley has
answered Bryan's question after she had gotten up from the living room sofa
and started walking up the stairs to the attic. "Oh, Susan. I've just
remembered you hadn't seen my son since he was a cute little baby. Bryan,
why don't you say 'hello' to Susan. "
And after she had left the scene and both Dylan and his girlfriend had sat
themselves down next to me, he had looked at me with a smile on his face and
said, "Hi, Susan. It's good to see you again. This is Hilary Spelling, the
one lady that I had invited to go on my camping trip with me."
"It's a pleasure meeting you, Susan," a smiling Hilary has said to me after
we had given each other a friendly handshake and just before I had allowed a
smile to appear on my own lips and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you too,
Hilary. You know, I really do wish that I was your age again, so that I
should experience all of life's pleasures all over again."
And then, after both Bryan and Hilary had looked and smiled at each other,
he had looked at me, placed his gentle hand on my shoulder and said, "Say,
Susan. We've got a great idea. We want you to come on our camping trip with
Now at first, I was reluctant to accept such an invitation, but as soon as
I had finally realized that it might be better for me to go on the trip
than sit at home and kill myself with boredom, I had decided to accept the
invitation and go on the camping trip after all.
And so, after we had gotten all of our gear and ourselves inside Bryan's van
and said 'goodbye' to Shelley, we had driven ourselves all the way to the
local national park, where we were able to find a suitable camping spot for
Just then, after we had gotten all of our gear out of the van and gotten our
entire camp set-up, we had changed into our swimsuits, ran down to a nearby
river and started having fun by splashing water on each other, causing me to
realize that even though I'm no longer that certain age, I'm still able to
have that certain amount of fun.
But then, after we had gotten ourselves out of the water and back to our
camp, we had removed our swimsuits and hung them on a nearby bush to dry,
only to have us look at each other and notice what really fantastic bodies
But after Hilary has started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her
hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the other hand and Bryan has
placed his hands on my bare arms and was about to give me a kiss on the lips,
I had moved my head away from his, taken a deep breath and said, "Look,
Bryan. I'm so very sorry for giving you the wrong idea. It's just that I'm
But just as I was about to say another word on the subject, Bryan has placed
the tips of his fingers on my lips and said, "No, Susan. You don't have to
say another word. It's going to be okay. All you need to do now is just
relax... and enjoy it."
And with that, both Bryan and I had kissed each other ever so passionately
on the lips just before Hilary has moved herself over to us and started
licking all over my bare-ass naked body -- all the way down to my hot, moist
snatch and carressing my firm breasts and Bryan has placed his stiff cock
inside Hilary's asshole and his hands on her bare shoulders.
And then, after he has started sucking on my stiff mounds, I had placed one
of my hands on Hilary's shoulder and the other hand on Bryan's bare back and
said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Bryan! Do it, Hilary! Touch me!
Suck my tits! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"
Then, after Bryan has taken his stone hard dick out of Hilary asshole and
allowed me to start sucking on it, I had suddenly realized that I was
experiencing something that I had never experienced with another couple
before, for I was experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and enjoying
every minute of it.
Just then, after Bryan has placed his stiff cock inside my pussy and started
licking on Hilary's snatch, I had started sucking on her tits, causing a
sexually-energized Hilary to place her hands on my bare back and yell at the
top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, BRYAN! DO IT, SUSAN!
TOUCH ME! SUCK MY TITS! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM!
And then, after we had started moving harder and faster and our lovemaking
has reached its final campsite, the three of us had came and collapsed due
to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace.
Just then, on the very next day, as soon as Bryan has parked the van in front
of Shelley's house and just as we were about to get out of the van, I had
placed my gentle hand on Bryan's shoulder, took a deep breath and asked,
"Bryan, could you please do me a favor by not telling your mother about what
has happened between the three of us on the camping trip? Because I really
don't think that she would be able to handle it."
And after he had given my question some thought, the young man who was once
the cute little baby that I had known had looked at me with a friendly smile
on his face, gently placed his hand on top of mine and answered, "To tell you
the truth, Susan. I was about to ask you for the same favor."
And then, after we had shared a small chuckle between us and gave each other
a big hug, I had gotten out of the van, placed myself inside my car and drove
myself all the way back to my house with a small smile on my lips, for thanks
to two wonderful young people, I was no longer in sexual limbo.
As for you, Red Shoes. I really do hope that you would be unable to keep
yourself stuck in sexual limbo long enough to find someone new to share your
life with and keep on living. --Sincerly yours, Susan McDonald."
And then, after he had placed the letter back inside the envelope and looked
at it with a smile on his own lips, Jake has turned his head towards his
faithful dog, placed his gentle hand on the dog's head and asked, "So, what
do you think, Stella? Should we stay stuck in sexual limbo or are we going
to keep on living?"