Campsite Capers (closed MattWolf)

[BethJones]

Becky was being driven crazy by the squeal of the windscreen wipers. The forecast for the weekend had been glorious sunshine, instead the heavens had opened and the rain had poured down. The journey should have been no more than an hour and a half, yet three hours later they were still driving towards Grears Farm Campsite. The road which should have led them to the site had been flooded and they now snaked their way through back roads towards their destination.

The rain hadn't dampened the spirits of Becky nor her boyfriend, Steve. This was thier first camping trip together a chance to spend some time alone. They had met at their local pub, Becky was 28 and Steve was 46, they had hit it off almost immediately although Steve suspected she was more attracted to his wallet than him. As they pulled onto the campsite the light was already fading. The rain seemed to get heavier as they pulled up to their pitch and began to unpack the tent. As the rain drenched the couple as they fought against the elements to erect the tent.

This wasn't quite what Steve had planned for the weekend. He had stayed here before, in fact he had been quite a regular visitor to the site over the years. Grears Farm was well known amongst the swinging community, in fact Steve had enjoyed many a weekend at the site when it had been open to single guys. This however was a new experience, he had never attended as part of a couple. It was a risk coming here with Becky, he knew she was unlikely to be truly faithful to him, he was well aware of his inadequacies in the bedroom although his wallet more than made up for it. steve figured it was as well to maintain some control over her straying whilst enjoying himself in the mix.

Eventually they had finished, both resembled drowned rats as they slipped their bags inside and opened the flask. The luke warm coffee was tasteless. Becky discarded her wet clothes, naked in the tent her curvy figure aroused Steve. Becky's 36d breasts hung from her chest topped with hard pink nipples, between her legs her small clit throbbed above her pink lips. Steve took his clothes off the cold weather had made his small cock shrink further still.

Despite the difficulties Becky slid herself onto his cock and began to ride him, her breasts swinging with each movement. Her face framed by wet mousy brown hair. She begn to moan loudly forgetting the thin tent walls offered no privacy. It took no time at all to bring Steve to his climax, he shot his small load inside her, she rocked back and forth working herself to orgasm, with one last squeal she collapsed on top of him and the pair drifted off to sleep.

 

[MattWolf]

The rain, which had started in the early afternoon and only got steadier and steadier, and soon forms a thick mist and along with the gathering dusk meant little was visible when Steve and Becky. All the other campers were confined to their tents and out of sight; even the owner merely nodded at the new arrivals from under his waterproof. The rain hung heavily from the branches of the trees, obscuring the sign at the entrance and the legend, 'Under New Management: couples only, no under 21s'.

Still, a few tent zips were eased down slightly as curious campers watched the new arrives through the gloom, taking that perversely British pleasure of watching somebody else getting caught out in the rain; plus given the peculiarities of this campsite a certain voyeuristically consumerist delight.

A couple of the men no doubt took particular delight in watching Becky's clothes start to cling to her top as she struggled with the guy ropes. And one of the wives smiled to herself about the provocativeness of young women wearing cropped tops.

Soon, however, everybody was out of sight again, marooned by the rain in their own thin canvas shelters. Variously reading, playing cards, attempting to make tea over failing gas burners and silently arguing. As night came for a while the only sound was the rain on the tent walls.

It is amazing how well the sound the a couple having sex carried across a silent field.

In one tent it made a woman in her fifties feel a little frisky and look over with scorn at her husband who had drunk several beers that night and was snoring heavily beside her.

And in a small two person tent Michael lay with his sleeping bag unzipped while his girlfriend Grace slowly stroked his cock in time to the sounds coming from across the field. Like the other campers they had watched unseen as the couple had arrived and had noted the woman's curves and her long legs. As the last squeal sounded he let out his own low moan and came onto Grace's hand and stomach.

 

[BethJones]

The journey and impromptu sex had taken it's toll on Becky and Steve, both slept through undisturbed. Becky was the first to stir, the sound of birds in the trees and the clanking of metal cans being used to boil water for breakfast filled the air. The tent was pleasently warm and there was a hint that the sun would be making an appearence today from the light streaming through the canvas.

Becky leant down gently pecking Steve on the lips, waking him from his slumber. His eyes greeted by the siht of Becky topless, her pale breasts hanging free. After a quick rummage in her bag Becky slipped on a vest top, thing and loose fitting trousers. She produced her wash bag and towel before asking Steve how to get to the showers. Steve gave her the directions and suggested he would organise beakfast whilst she freshened up.

After squealching through the muddy field Becky soon came across the toilet block and showers. Stepping inside she was pleasently surprised by the high standard of the shower block. The floor carefully tiled with slate, the walls pristine white, the showers stainless steel. These were by far the most impressive campsite showers she had ever used, infact they even rivalled a few hotels.

Becky found an empty cubicle and slipped off her clothes placing them neatly on the small shelf that was provided. She turned the water on adjusting the temperature carefully. The warm water cascaded over her naked body. Her breats jiggled as she washed her top half, soaping up her arms, chest and neck. Rubbing carefully over her stomach glossing over the small bit of excess fat which to her was the end of the world to her lovers it added to her beauty. She slipped her hand over the thin covering of pubic hair soaping over her smooth naturally bare lips. The shower was divine as she stood enjoying the warm water.

As she relaxed she could hear water running in some of the other cubicles lost in her own world of warmth and comfort.

 

[MattWolf]

As she moved and rubbed her body under the flow of water Becky slowly realised that there was another sound coming from across the shower room. As well as the splash and cascade of water she could hear a rhythmical creak, a slight moan, a gentle slap of flesh against flesh, a low murmur of voices. It didn’t take a moment for Becky to put the sounds together, not least because she had been making them herself just the night before. ‘There is somebody fucking in here’ she thought to herself, semi-scandalized, semi-delighted.

Steve had been dropping hints about this campsite, that up to now she hadn’t fully grasped. She had wondered why he had wanted her to bring such much sexy underwear on a camping trip. And about the condoms that he’d packed when she was on the pill. And about his nervous laughter when she had asked what the other campers tended to be like at the site and he had replied ‘very friendly.’ About the sign at the entrance saying over 21s only. Suddenly all these clues fell into place, this was some dodgy adults’ only campsite. Becky almost laughed outloud.

The bumps and creaks and groans had got louder and then Becky heard another sound, a door opening and footsteps coming into the shower block. She quickly turned her shower off and wrapped a towel around herself and kept as silent as she could. The footsteps moved passed her cubicle and on towards where the bumping, creaking, groaning was coming from. There was the sound of a door opening, some voices, a gasp of pleasure and a door closing again.

As silently as she could Becky eased her cubicle door open and followed down the corridor, desperate to see what was going on. The noises were now louder, producing a cacophony that she had never heard before but was somehow unmistakably the noise of three people fucking in a shower cubicle. The were clearly so engrossed Becky almost didn’t need to be silent as she slipped into the cubicle next to them and lifted herself up onto the small bench to peer over onto the other side.

As she had anticipated, there were three figures, all naked, their bodies glistening under the flow of the warm water. A blond woman, in her fifties with long blond hair was sandwiched between two men. The first was a younger man in his twenties, with a long hard fit body. He had his back to Becky and was lifting one of the woman’s legs with one hand as he penetrated deep inside her. Becky could see the muscles of his buttocks working as he thrust again and again, the woman moaning with her movement. On her other side an older man, also naked, who was rubbing his cock up against the woman’s ass, sliding it up between the crack of her buttocks. His arms were reached around the woman’s body to grasp her breasts. Becky eyes traveled to his face, which was bathed in pleasure, a smile of satisfaction on his lips. His eyes were closed as her pumped his body against the woman. It was a look Becky had seen several times before, and a face she instantly recognized, it was Steve.

Unseen, Becky quickly ducked head down below the level of the shower cubicle wall.

 

[BethJones]

Becky was unsure how she should react to the scene before her. She was annoyed that she had been dragged to this campsite just so he could cheat on her. Three hours of screeching windscreen wipers, just to stand her and watch him get fucked. Seething with anger she left the cubicle returning to her own, dressing quickly and storming across the field back to her tent.

She started to stuff her clothes in her bag, packing redy to drive off and leave Steve there to play his silly sex games. 'Am I not enough for him....' she thought to herself, considering tha fact taht she had had sex last night with him without any encouragement. 'Not like he has anything special down there..' she continued in her mind racking up one hundred and one reasons why she should just go.

As she reached for the zip to head for the car it suddenly dawned on her... if he can play so can I. The young stud in the showers looked to be well endowned and definately had the stamina to please. While Steve would be out of action for at least another hour the young stud would more than likely be ready to fuck again and again almost immediately. And if there is one stud... there must be more.

The only thing holding her back was her lack of knowledge about the etiquette in having sex with another man. Did she have to seek permission to fuck another woman's partner? Could she randomly invite herself to another couples tent? The thoughts ran through her head as teh zip of her own tent began to rise.

 

[MattWolf]

The sound of the zip of the door flap behind her being pulled suddenly downwards caused Becky to almost jump out of her skin in fright. Her heart had already being racing from what she had seen in the shower block, now it literally pounded in her chest. For a while her eyes swam and it took her a while before she could focus on the face of the smiling friendly young woman peering at her through the flap. This woman looked so pretty, so fresh faced and innocent that for a moment Becky almost doubted what she knew about the true nature of this campsite. Surely this woman, so nice looking, so ordinary looking couldn’t be a swinger?

“Hello, dear” the woman said to her, still smiling, “I saw you coming back to your tent and thought I should say hello. You looked a little” She paused “flustered” she ended tactfully.

Becky smiled wryly. But because she could speak or deny it the woman waved her objections away. “You’ve no need to explain dear” she said, coming further into the tent and settling herself down next to Becky “I think I can guess at roughly what you heard… or maybe even saw…”

She paused again and Becky nodded her confirmation.

“Awe you sweetie” the woman said, moving forward and putting her arm around Becky's shoulders “were you thinking of running? I could understand that, my husband almost did the first time I dragged him here. But now... well... we come back every year."

"What is your name?" Becky asked, finally finding her voice.

"Grace... and my husband's called Michael. Maybe you'd like to meet him? He certainly enjoyed the sounds you were making last night..."

 

[BethJones]

Becky blushed thinking back to last night, had she really been that vocal? Grace's tone had been soft and comforting encouraging Becky to leave the safety of her tent and venture into the unknown.

"It would be great to meet your husband," Becky replied as she edged towards the tents door following. The grass was still soaked from yesterday's downpour, Becky's focus was on making it across the field without slipping rather than her Steve leaving the shower block.

Dressed in rather a hurry, becky had a low cut vest top on, her breasts swund braless beneath it, the cool air hardening her nipples. Her blue jeans not the most suited to camping, but they had been the first thing she had found. her trainers, which where once white now a muddy grey colour.

Grace's tent was much larger than Becky's, the plastic windows steamed up as the kettle boiled furiously on teh camping stove. Becky's heart pounded in her chest. The large zip eased upwards as Grace led her inside. Micheal was no where to be seen, yet the sound of someone rummaging in the sleeping compartment let becky know he was there.

"Hope you don't mind love... I brought becky... the new girl from the other side of the field," Grace called through as she pointed towards a camping chair for Becky to sit in.

 

[MattWolf]

As Grace busied herself making cups of tea, Becky settled herself into the chair, looking round the tent as she did so. It all looked entirely normal: the gas stove and plastic mugs; the piles of walking boots in the corner; the containers of food arranged neatly in boxes; a travel scrabble set tidied away beneath a few paperback books. It looked so much like just an ordinary tent of an ordinary couple on an ordinary campsite that Becky again doubled what she was fairly certain she knew was the case. Had this complete stranger really made an overt references to having overheard her having sex last night.

As if to settle this question a man’s voice answered from the sleeping compartment, “Becky? Is that her name? Wonderful. After last night I was hoping to meet her…”

At this the internal zip was pulled down and a map popped his head through the gap. He was a youthful 30something, with tosseled dark brown hair and clear blue eyes. He smiled at Becky, “Hello, I’m Michael” for a moment distracting her from the fact that he didn’t seem to be wearing any clothes – at least on the top half that Becky could see.

Grace passed Becky a cup of tea, momentarily distracting her, “Oh Michael,” she said, “are you not dressed yet?”

“I’m afraid not, my love” he replied, pulling the zip round fully, “I can’t find any underpants, do you think we packed any?”

With her cup at that moment at her lips Becky almost choked on her tea as her eyes slipped directly to focus on Michael naked body and his penis which hung loose and long between his thighs. She gulped, drinking her tea to hide her confusion and to hide the fact that she didn’t want to take her eyes of it.

 

[BethJones]

Although becky was no stranger to cock, her experiences had somewhat been limited to older guys with wallets much bigger than their cocks. Her eyes couldn't stray from the long cock she was no presented with. She did her best to pretend she wasn't interested as she sipped down mouthful after mouthful of warm wet campsite tea. "Of course we paked some," Grace said firmly a little embaressed by his blatent attempt to get Becky into his sleeping bag.

When they had discussed having Becky over that morning they had both agreed that the first meeting should be a gentle approach, yet since his introduction to the swinging circuit Michael had been far from subtle.

Grace slipped into the sleeping compartment and reappeared within seconds holding Michael's underware, her look was stern and it was clear she wasn't impressed.

 

[MattWolf]

As Grace handed him the underpants Michael managed to look coy, guilty and shameless all at once. Becky tried not to catch his eye, and equally not to stare at his cock, but for an instance they gaze did lock and she gave him a small smile.

“Thanks, love” Michael said, taking the pants. But then, rather than retreating into the sleeping compartment to get changed out of sight he stepped forward into the main body of the tent and stood, still stark naked, in front of the two women. Behind him Grace looked furious, while Becky hide her amusement (and no little arousal) by taking another mouthful of tea. Michael’s body was good, long, firm and lean. His cock swung beautifully and freely in front of Becky, and for an instant she pictured herself putting her tea down and leaning forward to take it into her mouth. She blushed a little simply at the thought and for a moment thought Michael must have guess for his cock seemed to twitch in response to some invisible stimulation.

“You’re dreadful Michael” Grace said, a mixture between cross and amused, as she stepped herself back into the main body of the tent. “Put your pants on and stop showing off.”

Michael looked at Becky and for a moment she thought he was going to defy Grace. But then in a surprisingly elegant movement he stepped into the underpants and pulled them up and on. They were a tight, white pair of boxer-briefs and as he released the elastic around his waist there was a moment of silence as both women looked at the result. Something certainly stirred his arousal, for the pants closely followed the long hard outline of his penis, which pressed against the thin white fabric. It was almost ruder than when he was naked, Becky thought, realizing that she was enjoying herself.

 

[BethJones]

Becky smiled, her cheeks a little flushed as she started to imagine just what she could do with Michael's cock. His bulge looked so inviting in those tight white boxers. Grace was a lucky woman, Becky thought to herself as she looked over his body.

"Men hey... always looking to show off to someone," Becky chirped backing Grace up as after all she was the closest to a friend she had right now.

"Give him is due..." Grace began as she thought carefully about how she could break becky in slowly, "...he has been thinking about you since last night." Becky turned red with embaressment. The thought that the whole campsite had heard her climax the night before filled her with dread, how could she show her face. The idea almost drove her out of the tent to run for cover, thoughts of going home once again filling her mind.

Grace realised the embaressment she had unintentionally caused. "Don't worry love," she reassured, "the first night we came here... must have been... 2 in the morning... I screamed the whole campsite down... they wondered if he was killing me," she continued with a slight smirk on her face as she glanced in Michael's general direction. "If I'm honest we get more concerned about the quiet ones."

Becky eased a little in the chair, not sure whether this was just grace's sales pitch or if she was being genuine. "you look a bit tense.... nothing to worry about," grace said as she slipped behind Becky's camping chair, slowly rubbing her soft hands over Becky's tense shoulders.

 

[MattWolf]

As Grace's fingers massaged her shoulders, Becky arched her back slightly with pleasure, causing her breasts to stand firm and erect inside her skimpy summer top. Her eyes were on Michael's tight, white and beautifully filled briefs and she thought that as she moved his penis twitch and stirred a little, which made her smile with pleasure.

"That feels good" she said, as Grace's hands stroked her neck. She already knew that it was gentle than a proper massage, and without really knowing why she wanted to encourage that. Grace responded by running her hands down over Becky's shoulders, feeling the curves of her arms and then back up around her neck, one hand reaching round to gently stroke her cheek. Becky closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation, which also made her even more aware of Michael's eyes feasting themselves on her body.

"That does feel nice, doesn't it" Grace said, from behind her, "you've a beautiful body, such soft skin, such large breasts, I can see that Michael would love to touch them, but for now..." She paused, her fingers tracing circles on Becky's shoulders "but for now maybe it should be for his eyes only."

Becky look up over her shoulder at Grace, and a brief affirmation passed between then. Turning back to face Michael without a work Becky lifted her arms above her head and allowed Grace to peel her top off her body and over her head.

 

[BethJones]

Soon enough her round veiny breasts were exposed to the cool morning air. Although inside the thick canvas tent the coolness managed to savage her nipples making them harden. Grace discraded the top tossing it onto the chair next to Michael. Slowly she let her fingers trace small circles along Becky's side, lightly dancing along the outline of her firm breasts. Each slow pass edged closer to Becky's erect nipples.

Becky's eyes closed as the sensation of Grace's fingers grew too much, she was past being teased and needed relief. Grace leant in and began to kiss Becky's neck, the warm tingling sensation encouraged becky to moan lightly with each light press of Grace's soft moist lips.

Grace whispered into Becky's ear, her warm breath making Becky tingle more, "Why don't you slip off your jeans..." she encouraged. Becky needed little encouragement as as stood and unbuttoned the heavy blue denim jeans, easing the zip down and them wiggling out of them. She returned to teh seat her white thong covering her moistening pussy.

 

[MattWolf]

Becky now stood facing Michael, just an arms length away, both of them wearing just their underpants. Becky trembled slightly, partly from a chill, partly from the sight of Michael’s cock pressing against the brief and the tangible feeling of his eyes devouring her body. Her own gaze flicked between the man’s body and his face, enjoying both the sight of his slender figure and the overt lust in his eyes.

For a moment Becky had forgotten Grace, her thought completely consumed by the almost naked man in front of her, until she felt somebody press against her from behind and reach round her body. Grace’s hand ran firmly up along Becky’s thighs, over her stomach before reaching and cupping her magnificent breasts. Becky pressed harder against Grace, and as he fingers teased the other woman’s nipples, she pressed her lips against the other woman’s ear and whispered:
“Do you like what you see, Becky? Does it make your body tingle? Does it make you want to part your legs and invite him to slide his long hard cock against the wet slit of your pussy?”

With this last question Grace moved one of her hand down Becky’s body, her palm pressing against skin all the way, until it reached the elastic of the thong. Becky groaned slightly in response and pushed her arse back against the other woman, lifting and parting her legs slightly. Grace responded by easing her hand down further, until is was pressing firmly against Becky’s panties.

 

[BethJones]

Grace continued to tease Becky, her fingers skillfully dancing over the tight white material of Becky's thong. Her nipples pink and hard standing out from her pale veiny breasts, all she could think about was getting her hands, and mouth on Michael's cock. Her heart was pounding in anticipation of how this scene would unfold.

Michael edged forward, his towel almost popping from his waist as his cock grew to its full hardness. Through the towel it was clear he was well endowned, just not clear how well blessed he was. Becky was itrigued, her eyes fixed on the towel as it twitched as if it had a life of its own.

Grace took control again, enjoying the simple fact that both Becky and Michael were ready to pounce on each other. "Michael... not so fast... sit down and show our guest what is waiting for her..." pausing for a second "... if she is a good girl," Grace continued. Michael took his seat as instructed, he knew that if he wanted to enjoy Becky or anyother woman for that matter it would be on Grace's terms. Slowly he edged the towel to either side of him, exposing his hard throbbing cock to the cool air and the hungry eyes of Becky.

 

[MattWolf]

Michael's eyes flickered up to Grace's, seeking her approaval as he exposed his hard, engorged cock to Becky. He always got particularly aroused exhibiting himself to another woman in front of his wife and he felt this now, his erection almost painfully hard and firm. Grace smiled and nodded to him, as she herself teased and played with the other woman nipples.

Becky, her attention taken up entirely by Michael's cock, so bigger and more impressive than that of Steve, didn't notice this exchange going on between the two of them.

Leaning back in the low camping chair Michael spread his legs and gently allowed his hands to play over his member. His cock was a good size, not pornstar mammoth, but long and firm and of a sizable girth. His pubic hair was neat, black curls framing his penis and lighting decorating his balls. He wrapped one hand around his shaft and slowly stroked downwards, pulling his foreskin back from the head of his penis.

Grace leaned forward to Becky and whispered in her ear, "Do you like what you see, my dear, would you like to take hold of that? Would you like to sit on that? Would you like that cock deep inside your pussy?"

As she spoke Grace slipped one of her hand down along the skin of Becky's firm stomach and under the waist band of her thong seeking physical answers to her questions even before Becky had a chance to reply.