We recently went camping with friends. The most titillating it got, sadly, is when five couples sat around after the kids went to sleep, drinking and playing a game that involved confessions and guessing who would confess which way. Somewhat enlightening, but not arousing. Some of my rare, racy confessions surprised the others; I was rewarded with “You know, it is always the quiet ones…” Then again, I’m not that quiet…
Jack and I go camping again. We have a very large tent that becomes an apartment when attached to our vehicle. It could accommodate many people and even allows someone as tall as Jack to stand up.
We arrive in a fairly secluded but well-accommodated camping ground, complete with electricity. To either side of us there are other campers, but through the brush and trees we can only hear them. The camp sites are open for viewing from the common roadway, and we occasionally pass our neighbors on the way to the amenities. There’s one attractive young couple to the north of us, and two attractive thirty-something women to the south. We manage to say “hi” in passing.
By the time the first evening comes around, we’ve grilled an excellent meal and tucked into a nice bottle of wine. We’re sitting close to the campfire, astride a picnic bench and facing each other. We start kissing and heavy petting, ignoring that we might be in full view of the road. The evening air is cool, but not cool enough to discourage mosquitoes, so we decide to move into the tent. We have the main room set up with a low table and cushions, with the mattress up inside the vehicle. It is cozy and we turn on a couple of electric lamps which illuminate and warm. We can hear the music from the camp site next to us. Why didn’t we think of a radio? Their music is distant but not bad.
Jack brought a plethora of toys to play with, one of which was a very sexy “truth or dare” game. No surprise, we always chose the dares which ranged from taking off articles of clothing to touching provocatively. “Move this article of clothing and lick someone.” “Kiss him/her here without hands.” “Open a button with your mouth.” The game never fails to excite.
Soon we’re on the mattress, rolling around and fucking away. Neither one of us is bothering to be quiet – we’re laughing, moaning and I am squealing. We’re away from home with no family to hear, so we can completely cut loose. The sound of the occasional well-placed swat and the resulting note of pleasure leave little to the imagination. Jack found that the SUV had many little hooks that provided great anchors for ropes with which to tie me up. The vehicle was moving and moving the tent with it. Somewhere in the fun, the music next door stopped.
The next late morning we decide to go for a short hike after breakfast. We pass the young couple at a scenic lookout. They recognize us, smile and say “Hi.” We wave and smile back. After a few hours, Jack decided we’d had enough of hiking and we went back to the facilities to shower together. The campground had nice private shower rooms with small dressing rooms attached. We soaped up, running our hands over each other until we were all covered in white foam and then decided to get in a quickie up against the wall of the shower. I am pretty flexible, so I stand on tiptoe for a while to accommodate Jack from behind. We were quiet, so no families would be disturbed. We came, rinsed and walked back to the camp site.
The music was playing again. We decided we were still very aroused and went inside the tent for some more petting, which led to some longer-term fucking, laying perpendicular, me on my back, lining up with Jack as he lay partially on his side. We can do this position comfortably for a long, long time. The tent would make occasional “twhap” sounds as the motion of the SUV make it flex and pop back into place. Although we are not screamers, we did not attempt to be quiet. The music next door had stopped again. Ravenous, we grilled up our dinner early, brewed a nice pot of strong coffee and lounged near the campfire to recharge.
Jack pulled a bottle of White Star out of the bottom of the cooler. He also had a sleeve of plastic champagne glasses. He assembled two and I giggled that he managed to pack them without my noticing. He said “I like how silly you get on champagne.” It is true, I am even less inhibited after a glass or so. A little while later our neighbors, the young couple, came walking over. He carried an apple pie and some paper plates. “Hi, we wanted to come over and share some dessert. You guys already ate dinner, too, right? We can’t eat this all by ourselves!” We were happy to help them with their pie. Jack offered coffee and champagne. They took us up on both.
We ate, drank and chatted into the early evening. The couple, Rachel and Nick, were young business professionals just barely in their 30s (although I would have guessed 20s), married for about 8 years. They also had a child, left at home with family. Rachel was a little bit taller than me, and slightly darker skinned, with medium-blonde hair to her shoulders. Nick was tall, with a lighter complexion, wavy light-brown hair, and fairly well built. They were easygoing and nice to chat with, but they did not seem to be very comfortable expressing affection in front of us. We, conversely were constantly touching, trying to keep it PG for our guests.
Again, the mosquitoes arrived. Jack said, “We have a nice large tent with a living room, you’re welcome to come inside and we can keep talking.” They looked at each other and agreed. Jack went in first to make sure it was “presentable.” We moved the party inside and everyone took up a spot on the floor of the tent, surrounding the low table, using the cushions scattered about. We continued to talk. Jack produced a bottle of white wine. Rachel and Nick had not camped much before, like us. I mentioned that we were still trying to figure out what to bring and do. We forgot a radio, but could hear their music and appreciated that they had it playing. Nick said, “You seem to be having a good time,” and smiled.
I immediately blushed and Jack rubbed my back and said “We like some time away together.” Rachel was looking at the box of “Truth or Dare” hanging in a mesh bag at the side of the tent. “Oh, that sounds fun,” she said. I looked over and said, “Well, yes it is, but it is R-rated.” She looked at me levelly “Is that bad, you know, among adults?” “No, not at all, would you two like to play?” Jack’s hand paused and he drew in his breath, surprised as hell that I said that. I added, “The dares can be just between couples…” She said, without blinking, “Alright.” We retrieved the box and set up the game.
We rolled dice to decide the order of play. Nick started. He chose truth, moved closer to Rachel and asked, “What is your favorite place to have sex?” She did not look up at him but took a drink. She said “The car.” “Really? That is nice to know.” He put his hand on hers. Jack and I exchanged glances. I was next. I chose truth and asked Nick, “Okay, what is your favorite place?” He looked me in the eye and said, “The shower.” Rachel said quietly, “Oh, yeah, that’s good, too.” Jack made an affirmative noise and gave my ass a pat. These two needed to have a little honest conversation. I went on, “They have some really nice clean, roomy showers here.” Rachel looked at Nick and smiled.
Rachel’s turn. “Truth. Alex, did you and Jack have sex in the shower?” “Yes.” Jack kissed my neck. She shifted a little, smiled and looked at her glass. Jack’s turn. He said “Dare,” and drew a card from the deck. “Remove something from someone using your teeth.” He looked me up and down and I did squirm a little self-consciously wondering what he would do. He moved forward, then leaned over me a bit to remove the pony tail holder, releasing my untamed hair. Rachel giggled and said, “That was too easy.” Jack looked over. “The game has just begun.” Everyone laughed and we all loosened up. The tent was definitely warming up.
After a few more rounds of fairly sexy truths like preferred positions and ideal fantasy dates, Rachel’s turn came up and she chose a dare. “Ask someone to compliment a part of your body.” She looked at each of us. She studied me for a moment and then asked Jack. Nick was a bit surprised, and I was instantly more aroused. Jack looked her over and she did not look away. He said, “You have nice legs.” “Chicken,” she said without hesitation. “I am a leg man, it is a compliment,” he replied. “Plus, I have not had a chance to see much else.” “The game is young,” I replied, touching his thigh.” Nick was clearly getting flushed, but it was not anger – he was staring at my tits, and then shifted to look at Rachel’s legs. “I have always liked your legs,” he said to her. She leaned to him for a kiss.
Jack picked dare, “Remove an article of clothing from yourself or someone else.” He dropped the card and immediately unbuttoned my shirt. I sat up on my knees. He then slowly opened it, ran his hands up my front pausing at my breasts, to slip his hands inside the top of the shirt. He slid it down my shoulders and arms. I was wearing a very tight, thin, sleeveless T underneath, but no bra. The T shirt had wrapped itself around my large breasts, shaping itself to my body. My nipples were hard. He discarded the shirt, pulled me towards him with a hand on the center of my back and kissed me. Nick sucked in breath and so did Rachel. Nick snatched up a card and said in a lower voice, “Dare.” “Kiss someone for more than 5 seconds below the neck.” He grabbed Rachel and kissed her on the neck and before we could protest that it had to be lower, he moved down, right between her C-cup breasts, his hands holding her arms at her sides. She arched her back and sighed. He was there for a bit more than 5 seconds. We watched as they were getting very aroused.
I was definitely wet, and convinced that Jack’s next step was to remove my shorts. My panties would have a growing wet area. My turn. I looked at each one of them, smiling as they waited for me to choose. “Truth,” I said. I paused again and they all looked at me expectantly. “Rachel, have you ever wanted to have sex in front of other people?” She was instantly breathless. “Yes.” Nick could not stop staring at the two of us. Rachel and I locked eyes and we both smiled. She inhaled and said, “We’ve been listening to you two having a good time over here and I have been thinking of it a lot.” “So that is why the music would stop.” “Yes.”
She grabbed a card, her eyes still locked on mine. She looked at the card, put it on the bottom of the deck, picked another. “Take off a piece of clothing.” She slowly took off her own pullover shirt to reveal a lacy, black bra. She had the complete attention of everyone in the tent. Jack, without picking up a card, said, “Dare…” and undid my shorts, laid me back on the cushions and pulled them off. There was no hiding any part of my arousal anymore. Nick said, “Dare” and removed Rachel’s pants. I laughed and said, “Dare” and removed Jack’s outer shorts. He was obviously hard. I moved in to straddle Jack, his hard-on in his undershorts grinding the wet area of my panties, and kissed him hard. His hands were up my shirt in a moment and it was whisked off over my head, freeing my breasts. I pulled off his shirt. Nick had removed all but his underwear he and Rachel were touching each other but watching us. We definitely did not care at this point. We were going to fuck, hard, and did not care who saw it. Actually, knowing that someone was watching was a major turn on.
Jack laid me back against the cushions and pressed down on top of me. I moaned and spread my legs for him. The ground was hard and Jack thought again, got up, took my hand and pulled me onto the mattress in the SUV instead. He removed my panties, his own shorts and pulled me on top of him as he sat with his back to the side of the truck. The nature of this mattress meant that I was given the extra couple of inches of support under my knees to straddle him and not have to crouch on my feet to move over him. I positioned myself over his cock and lowered myself onto him. His entire length slipped into my wet pussy very easily and he bottomed out inside of me. I arched back in pleasure. I bounced on him happily. He held my hips and he watched my bouncing tits. I felt someone come up behind me. Small delicate hands reached around in front of me to caress my nipples. I leaned back against Rachel. Her breath was hot in my ear. “You two are so hot to watch,” she whispered. I moaned and turned my head to the side. Rachel and I kissed. Nick positioned behind her, as she was up on her knees, behind me and between Jack’s legs. I could feel his hands graze my back as he ran his hands over her breasts. Jack was watching intently, moaning. His cock throbbed inside of me. His hands joined Rachel’s on my tits. Nick had obviously started fucking Rachel from behind and she began rocking against me, steadying herself with one hand on my hip. I leaned into Jack some more to give her room. Her other hand ran down my front, and fingertips grazed my clit and my pussy where Jack’s cock was sliding in and out. Jack felt this too and he obviously approved. One of his hands moved to my back, where he could periodically feel Rachel press against me. Nick was groaning and moving slowly in and out of Rachel and I felt his hand move to her breast then past my lower back to play with her clit. Her breasts were pushed against my back and she was moaning into my hair.
Nick shifted Rachel to lay her down on her back on the mattress and Jack moved his legs out the way and did the same with me. This mattress was bouncy and anything that any of us did, moved everyone. Jack entered me and Nick entered Rachel. My thigh was touching hers. My hands moved up over my head and brushed Rachel’s arm in passing. She also raised a hand and moved to hold hands with me. I turned to look at her and she was grinning at me. She was also regularly watching Jack and Nick. To get into a rhythm that was not disruptive on the mattress we all moved in unison, adjusting together to faster and harder thrusts. Rachel and I leaned in to kiss as the boys watched. We could feel their excitement and we kept it up until they came, again nearly at the same time. Rachel and I broke apart, came very loudly, and turned pay more attention to our partners.
We all moved to lay side-by-side a bit crowded on the mattress. Rachel and I were still sandwiched in the middle, but mostly facing away from each other. Wordless, we caressed our husbands. We all fell asleep in a pile. We woke up a short time later to feel a bit too cold to be naked. Nick and Rachel retired to their own tent. We planned to meet and go out someplace local for breakfast. Everyone had booked another night at the campground.
