Below is a true story. Nothing like this has ever happened to me in my wildest dreams while camping before. It made a rainy week in Maine very tolerable.
My wife and I and some friends were camping in an adult campground in Scarborough, Maine in August of 2018. We were in a camper as were our friends. My wife and I are 55 and 57 years old and were on vacation. Our friends campsite was supposed to be right next to ours, but instead was one site over leaving a gap site between us. We were scheduled to be there for 8 days.
The site next to us remained empty the first night we were there and on the 2nd day, 3 girls arrived in a small car to the empty site. They opened the car and started unpacking their camping stuff. The girls I thought were young as they looked about 16, but my wife assured me no one under 21 was allowed to camp. So upon watching them more, maybe they were 22 or 23 possibly.
We were sitting under our canopy reading and watching them unpack their car and start to set up camp. I offered to help and found out they did not speak English, only French as they were from Quebec according to their license plate. The offer of help was greeted with no's via head shaking. So I sat back and watched.
It appeared they had no idea how to set up their tent as what should have been a 15 minute job was still not completed at 30 minutes and it was starting to rain. And they seemed to be arguing over assembly. So I stepped in w/o their approval and got their tent set up in less than 10 minutes much to their surprise. I was a former Boy Scout leader and had assembled plenty of tents thru the years. They said something to me in French which my wife thought was thank you. They went into their tent dragging their sleeping bags and stuff while the gentle rain turned into a downpour.
By 6 pm the rain had let up and we started grilling our dinner. Our new neighbors were trying to figure out their grill. It looked like they finally did and tossed a few burgers onto the grates to cook. I was surprised they actually got the fire started in the grill, but they did. My wife and I watched them as we ate dinner.
All too soon it became apparent that they had no grilling tools to flip their burgers or take them off the flames. I came to their rescue again and loaned them our spatula. I was greeting with smiles and words in french that neither of us could interpret. We finished our food and my wife did the dishes. All too soon one of the young ladies was apparently swearing in french and pointing at the grill while doing so. I went over and saw the flame was out as they ran out of gas. As far as I could figure they did not have any more canisters of gas and their food was only partially cooked.
I went into my camper, got a plate and got their food and finished grilling it for them on my grill, which had gas. They sat down and finally enjoyed their food. They uttered something in French which I made the I don't understand look to and smiled at them.
While watching them eat, I began to really notice how beautiful they were. All kind of petite, long hair, long tan legs, short shorts, tank tops with nice titties barely visible. I forced myself to turn away before I started drooling and before my wife noticed!
My wife announced she was going with our friends to walk their dog and I was going to stay in camp read some more and watch the beauties next door. They started to set up a tarp over tent and enough room to have their picnic table under too. They had enough rope to get 2 ends tied off and then ran out. They sort of looked at me, since I had been saving their day so far. I held up a finger for them to wait a minute and went into the trunk of my truck and pulled out a spool of rope and helped them tie off the other 2 ends. Then I helped them move the picnic table under the tarp so they could eat out of the rain.
They said something else in French to me which I didn't understand. Then all 3 came up to me and gave me a big group hug. And one of them, and I don't know which one, put their hand on my crotch and gave it a little squeeze and started rubbing their hand up and down on it, which of course made it grow. Squeezed the group a little harder, got a few kisses on the cheek and again got what sounded like a big thank you. We then broke apart. They were all smiling as was I, very much so.