Work Friends Camping Trip

Hello readers! This is the first story I have ever published online! This will probably be pretty vanilla for a lot of you, but I wanted to keep things simple for my first go-round. I have no formal writing training so feel free to leave some constructive feedback/criticism in the comments, I would love to know what I can do better in the future.

My goal with this story was to try to get across that feeling of being with someone new for the first time and how exciting that can be. This is the first part of what I thought would likely be a two part story, so if people like it I will write more!

Enjoy!

-NSCL

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I was wrapping up the last of my work for the day hunched under an overhang where the inflow pump for one of our raceways was located. I had just finished giving it a full internal maintenance and now only needed to put it back together. It was nearing the end of the busy season for the Hatchery which meant a lot of maintenance like this. However it also meant that this weekend was going to be his first free time I'd had for about a month.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, tonight I would be packing up the camping gear to go out to the river with the crew for a couple of days. Assuming, of course, that I could wrap up this pump and get out of here.

Putting these raceway pumps back together was not usually a problem. The pump heads were heavy, but manageable. This one, which was located in a small alcove with a low ceiling, was not as simple. It was much easier to put back together with two people, and since all I wanted was to get out of here I figured I should make a call.

I straightened to my full height from beneath the overhang, reaching for my radio. Just as I was about to make the call I saw the Carina come wandering around the corner in my direction.

As she came fully into view the afternoon sun reflected off her brown hair which was pulled into a tight bun on her head. Her outfit was a combination of carharts greasy dirty work clothes, similar to mine and with matching stains. She was about half a foot shorter than me, but I knew from experience that she was strong enough to lift entire pumps, and wrangle the rowdiest of fish.

"Well look who it is!" I shouted, "I was just about to call you actually, I need help with this pump."

She made a big show of stopping in her tracks, slowly looking back and forth as though she was looking for a dangerous animal, then she started to back away.

"Huh, just realized that I have something really important to do in Block 2..." She said as she began to turn away.

"Get your ass back in here!" I laughed, reaching down to start moving the head we needed to get in place.

"No way Bridger, I was just about to leave, can't a girl get some peace?" She complained as she joined me under the overhang. "Just because you didn't finish all of your work, doesn't mean that I should have to stay late to help you.

"We still have twenty minutes left in the day! I'm not late, you're just trying to leave early!" I said as we both lifted the pump head into place. The alcove where the pump rested was very tight, and Carina and I ended up very close together as we shifted the head to the correct alignment. Her proximity was not lost on me as the side of her torso and very nearly her breast brushed against my arm, while the sides of our hips touched.

Carina was turning and adjusting the head so that it could lock into position as I held the rest of the weight. "Higher please," She said. Apparently feeling her brush against me and seeing her muscles strain up close had drawn a little too much of my attention. I lifted and felt the pump head shift into place.

We both released a sigh of relief and exited the alcove, standing up.

"That is such a huge relief!" I almost shouted realizing that there wasn't anything standing between me and going home now. "Thank you so much, that would have taken forever without you."

"You'll just have to buy my coffee next week as payment," she joked. We, along with the other three members of our team, got coffee at our morning break every day, but we didn't have to pay for it because it was from the communal pot in the break room.

"Deal." I said as we both began to head back to the office so that we could head out for the day.

"Hey, what were you doing over here anyway?" I asked. "I thought you were clearing the North raceway today."

"Oh, just checking to see if you needed anything, bet you feel silly calling me a slacker now."

I felt my cheeks warm slightly. Not due to embarrassment, simply because I felt extremely lucky to have such a good friend at work. The job itself wasn't the best, but the team made up for it.

"Oh my gosh, you rock. So are you going to be able to make it to Whiskey this weekend?" I asked.

Whiskey Creek campground was our destination for the weekend, and everyone on the team had been invited.

Carina hesitated, but shortly followed with "Yes, I think so. I really want to come, but I have to be in town tomorrow morning to take care of my neighbor's cats. I'll come down when I can, but I'm also not sure how long I can stay because I have to check on them again in the evening."

"No worries, it would be fun to have you, but don't stress over it, we'll do more trips there after this one." We continued talking on our way back to the office, complaining about our least favorite co-workers, and wishing that we didn't feel like we were about to fall apart at the end of every day.

Carina was one of my best friends at work, and even though our entire team got along, we were real birds of a feather. We had similar interests outside of work and our senses of humor were perfectly matched. The ongoing joke was that I was Carina's work wife since, until recently, she was dating a guy she had met in town.

When we got back to the office Jim and Nora were already there and preparing to leave for the day as well.

"... can't wait to get up there." We could hear Jim finishing as Carina and I approached. "And the weather is supposed to be in the eighties, so we can just soak in the sun."

"Work is done, let the weekend-ing begin!" I proclaimed as we walked in.

There was a chorus of 'Woos!' as they turned to see us. Nora and Jim were two other members of our team along with Jonathan. All of us were trying to get out to the campsite this evening, so the conversation moved to logistics and who was taking which cars. Nora and Jim both were leaving at different times with their respective partners, and Jonathan was taking his motorcycle up. Carina was obviously going to see if she could come on Saturday, so I was left to head up that evening by myself.

We chatted for a while and trickled out as each of us completed everything we needed to do before going home. Carina and I always walked out to our cars together regardless of who was ready to go first.

"I don't know if it will help you decide, but I have a whole bag full of stuff for s'mores if that will tip the balance of getting you to the campsite." I said as we locked the gate behind us.

"I don't really like marshmallows," she replied, "but I'll come for the chocolate."

"Oh, nevermind. Camping invite rescinded. Who the hell doesn't like marshmallows?" I said, giving her a disgusted expression. "Or at the very least marshmallows on s'mores."

"Noo!" She squealed, "It's because I once threw up after eating too many." she covered her stomach as though the thought was going to make her sick right now.

"Okay, fair enough, so at least at one point you liked them. I guess you can still come."

She gave a little fist-pump as she went to the driver side of her car. "I'll hopefully see you out there!"

"Yeah, same! Later!"

I was able to get home quickly and pack my things. My tent was a "four-person", that realistically only fit two people with their bags. It was perfect for my ex and me, and we had all the gear to go with it, including a two person sleeping bag and pad. Unfortunately, that was the only camping gear I had. I briefly thought about stopping at the store to get a different sleeping bag, but it was in the opposite direction of the camp, and I didn't want to waste anymore time.

After loading up, I got on the road. The sky was clear and the drive, although slightly long, was pretty. Just pastures, fir forests, and fields of hay.

Finally I drove into the campsite, found our spot and began the process of setting up.

***

The sun was getting low when I was setting up dinner (fire-roasted hot-dogs) for the team. Nora and her partner Katie had arrived about an hour after me, and Jim and his girlfriend Stacy and arrived another two hours after that. Jonathan left at the same time as Jim, so we knew that he should arrive soon.

Nora, Katie and I had played some frisbee and dipped our toes briefly in the river, but had mostly spent our time setting up tents, hammocks and drink coolers. The goal was to get set up and start relaxing as quickly as possible.

The evening went by quickly, and Jonathan showed up before dusk, his loud bike announcing his presence long before we saw him.

We fully embraced relaxing after dinner, sitting by the fire and telling stories, drinking and enjoying each other's company. Jonathan and I were the 5th and 6th wheels, so the couples started asking if we were planning on sharing our tent.

"I saw your double sleeping bag Bridge," Katie poked "It would be perfect!"

"Damn, you're right! Unfortunately, after the amount of hot-dogs I ate it will barely fit me, so Jonathan will have to sleep out in the cold."

"Not the cold!" Jonathan said, "sleeping in a hammock is the truest camping experience. Everyone should try it. And I've never gotten cold before!"

"Nora kept me warm in a hammock once." Katie started slowly, "she fingered me so good I came twice!" She finished with a laugh as Nora tried to shush her.

Katie had a well established history of getting increasingly raunchy as she drank, so this comment didn't really surprise anyone. I would be lying if I said I didn't like to hear the little tidbits of stories. They were always sexy, and if you asked, Katie would give all the details you wanted, until Nora shut her up of course.

That's not to say that Nora didn't like participating sometimes, if she had had enough to drink she was the one that would usually get handsy with Katie. I guess Nora was the shower and Katie was the teller.

The conversation naturally progressed into each of us telling stories of our riskiest sexual encounters. I didn't have any particularly good stories (and especially not ones that could hold a candle to Katie's) so I just listened and laughed as each person shared their experiences.

Nora and Katie were the first to head to their tent, preceded by some suspicious movement under the blanket draped across their dual camping chair.

One by one after that everyone went to bed. Being the last, I made sure that the fire was out, and headed to my tent.

***

Only after I had brushed my teeth and laid down did I start to hear Nora and Katie. It was light at first, soft coos and moans coming from the direction of their tent. I had opted for a spot near the river and they had set theirs up only about 20 feet from me. The river here was slow and quiet, and there wasn't any wind tonight, so it didn't take much to listen in.

As I listened I could occasionally hear one of them talking in a low voice, although I couldn't understand what they were saying. But between their brief conversations, the moans would continue. I was getting very turned on listening to them, and found myself with my dick in my hand slowly stroking it.

The moaning from the neighboring tent increased until I suddenly heard a full volume "Oh fuck, I'm going to come..." split the night air. That was definitely Nora's voice, and very shortly after she said it there was the cry of an orgasm at a similar volume. Not a yell, but not as suppressed as the other sounds I had heard so far.

They talked more and then there was silence for a time. I laid there and wished that I had brought something for cleanup, so that I could masturbate. I didn't want to make a big mess in the tent, so I tried to focus on other things and go to sleep.

However, just as I was starting to doze off I started to hear sounds again, this time not moans, but small repeated peeps. It was Katie.

I listened, kind of wishing I had brought earplugs so I could forget and go to sleep. The peeps became more breathy as time went on, then there was a pause and some unintelligible conversation. Then there was a moan and I heard Nora's voice break the relative silence again: "Mmm, you like that?"

There was an unintelligible response from Katie followed by another line from Nora.

"He's asleep, he doesn't care."

Ah, so Katie thought Nora was being too loud. Partially accurate, since really they were BOTH being too loud.

"I guess we'll find out." Was the next response to an unknown question. And then I started to hear the wet sounds of some sexual act. Katie's sounds turned into a series of extended "Ohs" that amplified in volume as the volume of the squelching increased in turn.

Another comment from Katie followed quickly by: "Two, do you want me to do three?" from Nora. Well that explains enough what was happening over there at least. Katie seemed to have reached her maximum acceptable volume for her sounds of pleasure because she didn't get louder even as the fingering did.

I began to touch myself more, pulling and massaging my once again hard member. It was too easy, listening to their sex was going to quickly make me cum.

Right as I was nearing completion, I heard a choked cry, followed by a squeak, followed by a long series of whimpers. Katie had just come, and the sound pushed me over the edge. I pressed the head of my penis into the shirt I had worn that day and unloaded several full jets of cum, quietly feeling the surge of pleasure run through my body.

As my head cleared, I could still hear Nora and Katie talking, although they were quiet enough that I couldn't understand them again.

That is until I heard Nora finally say loud enough for me to hear "Well why don't we just ask?"

"Hey Bridge, did you hear any of that?" Nora called out at a volume slightly louder than a normal talking voice.

My post-nut clarity, kicking in hard, I quickly replied. "Yep, every bit of it."

Both of the girls screamed and laughed. And Nora was quick to reply: "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

"No worries." I said, "hope you two had fun, I'm going to try and sleep now!"

"Goodnight!" came Katies voice now. "Hope you have sweet dreams!"

"I'm sure I will!" I sang hoping it didn't sound too weird. After that, the exhaustion from the day and from my release hit me, and I quickly drifted off into sleep.

***

The sun rose early and with it the birds. I had hoped to be able to sleep in but the chirping and cawing in the air put that hope to rest.

I got up from my tent and went to the edge of the bluff next to our campsite. The sites were spread around a large grassy field with a single loop to drive on. The loop followed the river, and our site was right next to the junction where Whiskey Creek joined the Soup River.

Next to us was a dirt and sand bluff that was steep, but not too steep to climb down to get to the river's edge. Because of the difficult access for this particular section of the river though, there were few people that would end up on the same part of the bank as us. Our specific campsite was mostly open and grassy, but had several larger trees so we had sunny and shady places to relax.

I enjoyed the view from the Bluff for a while before the other members of the group started to rouse. Jonathan was the first one up after me, and he went straight to business making breakfast for everyone. Not long after I heard Nora and Katies's tent unzip and looked over to see Nora's head poking out. She smiled sheepishly and waved at me, which I returned.

I looked back out to the river, continuing to enjoy the view when Nora wandered over to me.

"Hey, hope we didn't bother you last night." She said, "Sorry for being so loud."

I looked up and saw that her face was bright red, and she looked embarrassed. I laughed. "No worries," I assured her, "I thought it was funny." Leaving out that it had turned me on as well seemed like the correct thing to do. "Seriously, try not to worry about it."

"Ugh, okay. I still feel bad."

Just then Jonathan wandered over too.

"Some food is ready if you two are hungry." he said with the spatula still in his hand.

We got up and got straight to eating, Jim and Stacey joining us shortly after we started. Katie was the last person to get up, and only when she was physically dragged out of the tent by Nora. As she came over to the table she said good morning to everyone and gave me a conspiratorial wink. I rolled my eyes and ignored her.

The day got quickly underway and we all had one plan, drink and relax in the river. It was getting too hot to be in direct sunlight, so once we were done eating we suited up and headed down to the water.

With our coolers of sandwich makings and a variety of drinks we were set. The river bank was mostly a smooth sandstone that had sections both in and out of the water. Past that the sandstone dropped off and it got deep enough for some real swimming with a bottom of river rocks.

Jim and I were wearing swim trunks, but Jonathan had opted for a speedo to "increase his hydrodynamics." Stacy was wearing a modest one-piece, and Nora and Katie were wearing matching green and orange bikinis respectively.

Jim, Nora, and I spent the first part of the day seeing who could catch the biggest crawdad. We all took turns playing some frisbee while whoever wasn't playing relaxed on the sandstone or in one of the camping chairs we had brought down. Katie, Jim and Stacy swam across the river to the other side which was mostly submerged trees and grass, but came back quickly when something touched Jim's foot underwater.

At around noon we all started getting hungry and began putting together our sandwiches. As we were doing that we heard a voice from the top of the bluff.

"Hellooo! Can a girl get a drink?" It was Carina, waving down from above. She was in jean shorts and a white tank top that was clearly thrown on over her swimsuit, which you could see beneath it. Her hair was not in its usual bun, but was flowing freely down her back and over her shoulders. It was long, down to her waist, and it was extremely beautiful.

There was a chorus of greetings as she half-slid, half-climbed down the bluff and joined us without losing her balance for a second.

"I need cider and sunscreen!" she announced. Taking the former from me and the bottle of sunscreen from Stacy.

"The cats are alright then?" I asked as she took the beer, immediately placed it between her thighs, and started taking off her tank-top. I tried not to stare as she peeled the clothing off, trying to remember how I stood and where I put my hands when there wasn't a beautiful, fit woman undressing in front of me.

At work we wore, well, work clothes. All the time. This usually consisted of sweatshirts, and work jeans or Carhartt's, things that generally hid your body shape. Because of that it was easy to forget how shapely Carina was. She was curvy in the best way, and you could still see her musculature in her arms and especially her back. I made a mental note not to stare at her for the rest of the day.

"They survived the night, yes." She said she moved the cider can from between her thighs to under her arm as she unzipped and shimmied her shorts off.. "Although I'm not sure why I get paid so much to check them every day when this lady is gone. They hardly eat and they never get up to anything."

She cracked open the cider and began to drink. And with a heavy sigh she turned to me and asked "Sandwiches?"