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Friday daytime, by Nadya:
I didn’t set my alarm. I felt that a liein might be wise given that there is a high chance the party will carry on into the early hours.
I roll over. The sunlight is bleeding through the blinds. I am naked, partially covered in a white sheet. I can feel the gentle rays on my soft skin and as I lie here, I recall what happened in the changing room yesterday with Miss Taylor.
I slip my hand down my abdomen towards my pussy and begin to play with myself. I imagine myself kissing and fondling Miss Taylor while being fucked by a hot guy with a big cock. I climax really quickly and hard, leaving a wet patch on the bed.
I get up and make myself a coffee. I go back to bed and sip it slowly, easing myself into the day. I try to imagine what the party will be like. I have a naughty card/drinking game which I will take in case the vibe tapers off.
I get myself showered and dressed. It is going to be a hot day so I decide to wear a short white skirt with a light flimsy blouse. I opt for no underwear. It isn’t becoming for a girl to have a sweaty crotch and besides, it will give the boys a cheap thrill. Although, one might argue that it isn’t becoming for a girl to go out without underwear on. Anyway, who cares! It is hot and I am in a wicked mood.
Just as I am about to leave, the phone rings. It is my friend Jess. Jess was the one who invited me to the party. It is her new boyfriend Simon’s 22nd birthday. She didn’t want to be the only girl there and thought it might be quite a dull affair with five boys and one girl.
Jess and I are both studying sports. We are both fit and hot. We always seem to attract a lot of attention from boys and girls!
Anyway, Jess was calling to say someone had dropped out and would I like to go in the van with the rest of the group. I say yes as it will save me a train fare plus it will be nice to get to know the others.
The van arrives and I quickly put my kit in the luggage compartment before taking my seat. The only seat left is next to this nerdy looking guy with brown hair. What is he wearing??! Good grief! He has grey shorts on that go down to his knees, a brown shirt, grey socks almost up to his knees and black school shoes. This is a serious case for the fashion police.
I turn to him and introduce myself. “Hello! I am Nadya by the way. Jess’s friend”. He looks at me but struggles to make eye contact, and mutters quietly “I am Richard”.
Ah! He is shy I think to myself. That’s rather endearing and quite cute. I do quite like nerdylooking boys although his choice of attire is questionable.
I am not sure why I thought touching his leg with mine was a good idea. He shuddered and looked nervous.
All this did was tap in to my wicked side. I decide to start a conversation with him in an attempt to break the ice as we will be sitting next to each other for a couple of hours.
I pull my flimsy blouse down, exposing my cleavage. I then turn to Richard and ask what he is studying. Richard looks hot and flustered at the sight of my cleavage. He replies, “hi”. I giggle at his coyness and he blushes.
I tell him it is fine if he looks at my cleavage and flash him a cheeky grin. This boy needs to have some fun and I think I might be the girl to show him a good time.
We arrive and begin to unload the van. Richard looks relieved and quickly begins to get the tents set up. He asks me to pass him the poles. I turn and bend over to pick them up. I pass them to Richard who looks terribly embarrassed. I then remember I have no panties on and he must have seen my pussy. I say nothing as he looks so awkward. He is actually very cute, I quite like him…
Friday daytime, by Richard:
I went to bed early the night before the camping. I told my parents I was feeling tired from all the concentration on the essay, and did what I thought was a good job of yawning convincingly. But the truth was I couldn’t get out of my mind the idea of two girls being with us at the camp and I urgently wanted the privacy of my bedroom.
I am lying in bed, the elasticated waistband of my pyjama bottoms pushed to my thighs, masturbating furiously while continuing my daydream of kissing Jess and fondling her breasts. I am under the sheet, in case my mum comes into my room. I come so hard that despite tenting the sheet with my knees the inside of the sheet has got coated in cum. I clean up as best as I can with the toilet roll I have hidden. There was so much cum I end up with a big pile of tissues in the wastebasket. Then I try to sleep.
I didn’t sleep very well. I kept waking with strange dreams and my cock hard. At 7 I drag myself out of bed and go straight into the shower. I feel flushed. My mum asks if I am feeling okay. She wants to take my temperature but I say I am fine. I am worried she might say I need to stay at home. Then I won’t get to touch Jess’s breasts.
One side of my brain is telling me my lewd dreams are silly. It is just a camping trip. We will probably do things like going for walks in the woods or down to the beach, playing rounders, or playing cards in a tent if it rains. The other side of my brain can’t stop seeing naked breasts.
I get dressed. I’ve done a lot of camping so I know what to wear. I’ve got a brown scout shirt with a few badges on one arm, and some grey shorts. I would normally wear long trousers but it is really hot today. I’ll pack my sandals to wear at the camp and go in my shoes.
I pack my rucksack. I put the first aid kit at the bottom. That’s also got some coins in it, in case I need to call home from a phone box. Then emergency rations some biscuits and a couple of tins of baked beans. Next my metal camping plate and mug, metal cutlery, and a wooden spoon for stirring the beans in case no one else remembers that. A jumper, waterproof, change of pants and socks, spare handkerchief, pyjamas, a polo shirt, and the sandals. All in a bin bag to keep them waterproof.
I close up the rucksack then secure my sleeping bag on top. And put an insulated flask of tea that my mum has made in one side pocket. I’ll need the tea when we get to the campsite, and possibly on the way as it could be two hours on the road. Finally my penknife and a compass in the other pocket. I’m good to go!
I kiss my parents goodbye, tell them I will be fine, and set off for Mark’s place. It is only 20 minutes away on foot. I arrive in good time but he is already waiting, sat on the wall outside his parent’s house. He looks at me and laughs and says something about a scout is always prepared. And then grins and asks have I brought condoms too? I think he meant it rhetorically. I must have blushed a lot. I couldn’t think of anything to say and rapidly changed the subject.
The minibus is late and I am starting to wish I had put on suncream when it finally arrives. All the space inside seems to be crammed with camping stuff mostly canvas tent bags and folded camping chairs. And bags of food and utensils and heaven knows what else. Jess, I guess, is in the front next to Simon, so Mark and I join James and Tony in the back. There is a row of three seats and then a pair of seats behind that. Mark sits next to his other friends so I end up on my own behind them all.
Simon drives us off. He says just one more stop to pick up Nadya. The five of them are chatting in front of me and I’m looking out of the window at unfamiliar streets and rehearsing in my head what will be the most efficient way to put up the tents. I think we have one large one, almost like a teepee, where we can store everything and be together in the evening if it is wet. That needs to go up first I think.
I was so lost in my thoughts of logistics I didn’t notice we had stopped. I turn as someone bounces down on to the seat next to me and says “Hello, I’m Nadya”. My eyes go straight to her chest and then I notice her short skirt. Fuck she’s really hot! I mean, FUCK! I can feel my face going red and quickly look away to hide my embarrassment. “I’m Richard”.
I know this is a bit useless but I really don’t know what to say to her. I mean, I guess she’s probably into sports and pop music and fashion. And all I can think of to start
a conversation is to ask what she is studying. But before I can formulate how to say it she has rubbed her leg against mine. Then she gets in first with the same question and when I turn to answer I find myself looking right down her top. I am sure there is more breast showing than before.
Fuck. I look away then I swear she said something like “It’s okay to look”. I must be dreaming. It’s quite a relief when Mark turns and introduces himself to her and I go back to looking out of the window as the countryside flies past.
Finally we arrive. It felt like hours especially when Tony started a song with a line that went “If you don’t get fucked on a Saturday night you won’t get fucked at all” and everyone joined in. Nadya was singing it particularly loudly with a deliberate emphasis on the word “fucked”. I mouthed the words so as to not look completely wet, but couldn’t bring myself to say “fucked”. I mean, what would my mother say if she was here?
I was so relieved when we parked up and got out of the van. It’s a beautiful spot, in a field on a cliff overlooking the sea, fringed with woodland to the east. Not many other tents yet so I was able to suggest a good place to pitch, quite flat and backed on to the wood. I am in my element now, sorting out all the equipment and getting started on the teepee.
Nadya seemed quite keen to help, unlike the rest who wanted to drive back to the last village we had passed and stock up with booze. I don’t think she has put up a tent before so I started showing her how to do it. She really is cute. But I’ve just had the shock of my life as I asked her to bring over the poles and when she bent over in that short skirt, I swear she wasn’t wearing any knickers. FUCK!
Friday evening, by Nadya:
The tents are finally up. I am still feeling sheepish for accidentally flashing Richard my pussy. He has been a bit awkward around me since.
He is really cute and I have taken a bit of a shine to him despite his questionable dress sense. I wonder if he might like to go for a walk with me. I think I might ask him as it seems like the kind of thing he might enjoy plus it would mean he might start to feel a little less shy around me.
“Richard, would you like to go for a walk round the woods with me? We could collect some more wood for the fire?”
Richard awkwardly agrees to accompany me. As we leave the campsite, we begin chatting about college and uni and Richard seems to relax.
While he was telling me about his essay in great detail, I began to notice his lovely facial features. He is actually very attractive. Let me describe him to you.
Richard isn’t much taller than me, I would guess maybe 5’6 or 5’7. He has brown hair, dark brown eyes and perfectly shaped lips. He is polite (maybe a little too polite) and is slim.
I drift off into a daydream about what it might feel like to kiss him.
Suddenly I become aware that Richard has gone quiet. I turn to look at him. He is just staring at me. I realise I must have stopped listening to him while I was daydreaming about kissing him. He must think I am terribly rude!
“Am I boring you?” Richard asks. “No”, I replied, “Not at all. I am so sorry I have a habit of daydreaming.”
Richard then asks what I was daydreaming about. I have to think quickly. Do I fib or tell him the truth.
Fuck it, I will just kiss him on the lips. I swiftly move across and whisper to him, “This is what I was daydreaming about” as my lips press up against his.
He shudders and so do I. I feel his lips press against mine and my head begins to spin. I part my lips a little to allow his tongue to touch mine. As it does he gently pulls me closer to him. I can feel his erection press up against me. Wow, he feels big. I push myself harder into him and we carry on kissing. I take his hand and place it on my breast. He lets out a little moan which immediately makes my pussy wet. I know we are getting carried away but it feels so hot and y.
We begin French kissing, our tongues teasing, exchanging saliva, our lips never parting.
Our noses gently brushing as our kissing becomes deeper and more intense, I place one hand on his face. Richard’s breathing becomes heavier and my nipples harden.
It is dreamy. I don’t want it to end. We carry on for what seems like ages, our hearts racing but enjoying kissing each other passionately. We are both so aroused and flustered. I hadn’t expected this and by the looks of it nor did Richard.
When we finally stop, Richard seems lost for words. We giggle nervously and hold hands.
We decide we ought to collect the wood for the fire and try to look normal when we get back to camp.
We both decide to keep our little rendezvous to ourselves but giggle flirtatiously with each other.
Once we are back at the camp, we walk over to the fire. Everyone is sat round, drinking and laughing, the BBQ is sizzling away and the the mood is amazing.
It has been a long day and we are mindful not to get too tipsy as the main party is Saturday night.
Friday evening, by Richard:
I have been camping since I was four years old. My mother was a Girl Guide leader and when I was young would take me with her to their camps. I was too young to appreciate being on a camp entirely full of girls, and I have very little memory of those first years, but I am told they all thought I was cute and made a fuss over me.
So by the time I was camping with the Boy Scouts it was all very familiar and comfortable for me. I was good at putting up tents and making a fire. And one of my pleasures was wandering off into the nearest woodland and finding wood for the fire, bone dry in the depths below the canopy of the trees.
So when we had finished setting up the camp on the Friday afternoon the big teepee first with all the provisions in it, then four twoperson sleeping tents, all arranged in a circle, and a fire and BBQ area off to the side I was just looking forward to heading off quietly alone when Nadya sidled up to me.
“Richard, would you like to go for a walk round the woods with me?”, she asked.
I must have looked a bit hesitant as I wasn’t expecting that. I like my own company. But she is cute. And she has already made a pass at me in the van.
She is wearing this tight white top. Not very practical on a camp, to be honest. It is going to really show the dirt. But I can’t help noticing it also shows her breasts and her nipples are quite clearly pressing through the fabric. I think I am starring at them. She said in the van she was okay with me looking at her cleavage, but still it doesn’t feel very polite.
She is about the same height as me. Maybe an inch smaller. I like that as tall women make me nervous. I don’t like them towering over me. And I’m not sure how you are supposed to kiss them without going on tiptoe. And she is incredibly slim, which only accentuates her breasts.
She has also changed into jeans. Also not very sensible for camping. If it rains they will never dry. And a pity because I was hoping for another glimpse of her pussy when she bends over to pick up some wood. That skirt of hers was so short!
But these jeans are tight on her, which I also find quite arousing. I’m remembering the girl in my magazine who is wearing jeans in the first couple of shots. And then there is one where they are unbuttoned and his hand is down her crotch. Fuck.
“Ok, let’s go”. And we head into the wood together. Actually it is quite nice having company. I have been able to talk about my course at university and the essay I finished just before I came away. She seemed quite interested at first, and then she drifted off.
“Am I boring you?” I ask. Fuck, you will never believe how she replied. I mean, she didn’t reply. She just suddenly came up to me and kissed me on the lips. It was so unexpected and so beautiful. She even opened her mouth and started pressing her tongue against mine. I’ve got a massive erection as a result. I couldn’t help but pull her closer to me, even though I then realised my erection was pressing against her. I hope she didn’t notice. Or perhaps I do want her to notice. I don’t know anymore. This is all unbelievable.
And as if that wasn’t enough almost to cause me to cum in my shorts she then took my hand and put it on one of her breasts. I can feel it through the fabric, beautifully round and smooth and her hard nipple is pressing into my palm. This is what I imagined doing with Vicky. Now it is really happening.
My head is spinning. We’ve kissed for what seemed like hours. I was just wondering if I dared put my hand on her jeans. I don’t mean on her ass I’ve already done that. I mean on the front, pushing against her crotch. Then maybe I could unbutton her jeans and pull them down and … fuck this is too much.
I was just wondering all this when Nadya said we should go back, carrying firewood and sauntering into the camp as if nothing had happened. I am so aroused I want to fuck her right now, here in the wood. There is a large fallen log just nearby and what I really want to do is push her roughly over it and rip down her jeans and thrust my burning hard cock right into her hot, wet, begging pussy.
But she is right we ought to go back. I might carry some of the wood at my waist so when we get back it isn’t too obvious that my cock is pushing out the fabric of my grey shorts.
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