Motorhome Adventures

I was so pumped for this trip. Me and my best mate James had been planning it for weeks and the day was finally here.

It was our last summer break before going our separate ways for Uni in the autumn. While many of our friends were headed off to some trashy island resort in the med for a week of nightclubs, we couldn't afford that so instead we were borrowing James's dad's Motorhome and heading off for Scotland. When I say Motorhome, it was nothing fancy, not like those big American RVs, just a van with a small kitchen in the back, a couple of bunks, a double bed over the cab and a diner which converted to make another bed. So why was I so excited to spend a week in a nearly thirty-year old rusty camper van?

Girls.

Always girls.

James was bringing his girlfriend Holly along, and Holly was bringing her friends too, Sammy and Rose. We were all friends really, I had known Rose longer than I had known James as our older sisters had been best friends throughout primary school and most of their teenage years too. We were the younger siblings always pushed together as "family friends", probably just for our parents' convenience. Not that I minded when it came to Rose. I'd had a crush on her for as long as I could remember, I'd even asked her out once but it turns out she'd had a new boyfriend at the time I was unaware of. Over time we had fallen into a place where we were just part of one big friendship group.

It was early in the morning, and I was stood outside waiting for James to pick me up in the Motorhome. I assumed he would already have picked up Holly, or maybe she would have spent the night at his. I checked my watch every thirty seconds waiting for him to arrive and the fun to begin. As I saw the Motorhome turn the corner into my road I seriously doubted this thing was going to make it to Scotland and back.

James drove up the street and stopped just in front of me. Holly swung open the rear door and greeted me with a smile and a hug as I stepped onboard. Holly and James had been together for about two years, maybe even three. She had long dark brown hair, a pretty face, and a lovely smile. James had always gone for the curvier girl and Holly fit that description. It suited her though, and I don't think slim would have suited her.

As I stepped into her hug and wrapped my arms around her I couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not that she needed to, she had a sweatshirt and jeans on to keep away the morning cold. You couldn't tell just by looking. Although Holly was very pretty, and she was on the curvier side, she didn't have a particularly large chest.

"Come on! Stop hugging my girlfriend and grab a seat," James called from the front, "The others are waiting."

"Alright, alright," I grinned at James and grabbed one of the back seats. Holly climbed back into the passenger seat and as she did I had a little peek at her bum. Don't get me wrong, she was James's girl and I wasn't going to get in the way of that, but is there any guy in the world who hasn't imagined what his best mate's girl looks like naked?

Or maybe I'm just a pervert!

As James started to drive away, I looked around at our home for the next week. It was very... beige. It looked like the 80s had had a love child with my great aunt's furniture.

"And you're sure this thing is going to get us to Scotland and back?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes," James quickly replied, "she's old but my old man used to be a mechanic so she's a perfect runner and well-kept."

"Okay, I trust you," I laughed at his defensiveness of the old Motorhome, "but we do have a breakdown just in case though, right?"

James glared and then went back to driving.

Outside Rose's house, Rose and Sammy were waiting for us.

Rose looked beautiful as beautiful as ever as I let them in. Her straight blonde hair fell loosely on a tight-fitting grey jumper. She had some skinny jeans on which I couldn't help but admire until they suddenly reminded me I was going to have no privacy or "private time" at all for the next week! This was going to be tougher than I thought.

Sammy hopped on right behind her. She was wearing skimpy gym shorts and an oversized hoodie. Her medium-length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. The I-just-woke-up-like-this look was betrayed only by the full face of makeup.

With everyone on board and seatbelts clicked James set off.

"Road trip!" shouted Sammy and we all laughed.

*

We had some decent miles to cover that first day which meant a lot of driving. The atmosphere was electric though, and we filled the time with lots of car games, eventually settling into "Never have I ever" but with gummy bears instead of drinks.

We all knew each other pretty well, so as usual it all descended into embarrassing each other with reminders of cringe moments. Sammy was definitely eating the most sweets, but she was a bit of a wild one.

"Never have I ever been walked in on..." Rose asked.

"Sex or masturbating?" Sammy checked, "Actually you know what, I'll just eat two!"

We all laughed. James and Holly silently reached into the bag at the same time with a knowing look that gave away that it was sex without the need to answer Sammy's question. Rose had obviously noticed it too.

"Tell!" she shouted.

"That's not the game," protested Holly.

"It is now," Rose demanded.

Holly and James looked at each other again.

"Holly's mum," James half-muttered, "came home early from work and found us... on the couch."

Holly went bright red from embarrassment and holding in laughter.

"James was totally naked and mid-cum!" She added, blurting it out like it had to escape.

"Holly's mum watched you nut?" I laughed.

"Pretty much" James shrugged, "next question."

It was Sammy's turn next

"Never have I ever..." Sammy hesitated, "This is getting tricky to think of things I haven't done."

"Why not say something only the boys will have done," Holly suggested, "like going down on a girl."

"Yeah that's not going to work either," Sammy shrugged with a knowing smile, "oh I know; never have I ever had sex with someone else in this vehicle."

Holly and James ate.

It was my turn.

"Never have I ever flashed a teacher," I said.

Holly glared at me and took a gummy bear.

"You will not let that go will you?" she asked.

"Nope!" I replied smugly, "Not till the day I die."

I liked that story, not just because it was cringy for Holly but also because it wasn't just Mr Jones the English teacher who got an eyeful, I had too. Me and Holly shared English Lit classes but none of the others were in that class.

One day in class, her dress slipped down without her noticing and she hadn't been wearing a bra. She was diligently working away studying Jane Eyre when I had the perfect angle to see her small breasts with large pink areolas. I probably should have been a good friend and told her but instead, I'd just stared. Then, she'd had a question and eagerly stuck her hand in the air to get Mr Jones's attention and well... she had definitely got it.

"Perv!" James called out from the driver's seat. He knew I'd got an eyeful that day but honestly didn't seem to care. He was pretty chilled.

Holly took her turn next, but she had run out of things to embarrass me with.

"Never have I ever tried anal," she said.

Sammy grabbed a gummy from the bag. No one else did, but no one was surprised either. I think Sammy liked her reputation and slightly played up to it. Her series of older boyfriends suggested she did. I think the phrase for Sammy was "serial monogamist". She only seemed to do sexual stuff with guys she was in a relationship with, but she also seemed to always have a new boy on the go (and apparently at least one girl, but I'd only just learnt that).

The game fizzled out and we all listened to music or chatted in pairs till we arrived at our first site.

*

Our first night we were staying in one of those big campsites. There were lots of pitches but it was pretty quiet for the start of summer. We chose a pitch over in one corner to be away from the families and we knew we would probably want a drink or two that night but didn't want to disturb anyone.

We got set up by late afternoon and the girls went to change. The temperature had risen significantly and the girls laid out in the sun.

Holly removed her sweatshirt and lay there in just her pale blue vest. If I looked closely I was pretty sure I could make out the lines of her areolas.

Rose went and got changed into a striped bikini top and shorts, and Sammy got into a black bikini set. I say bikini, this thing was more string than fabric, and definitely not the average outfit on a British campsite.

Sammy didn't care though, she probably wanted to maximise her tan for her latest boyfriend to admire later.

I was in the Motorhome getting changed into shorts myself when James came in and caught me admiring the view.

"So which one are you going for this week?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied, even though I knew exactly what he meant.

"Rose or Sammy," he grinned at me. "You've been pining over Rose as long as I've known you. Or are you going to try and get Sammy - I bet she could teach you a few things for you to use on all the girls you're going to get at uni."

She probably could teach me a lot, I had only slept with one girl and done some bits with a few more. I had no intention of sleeping with Sammy though, and I definitely wasn't one of her older guys she seemed to have a rule of dating.

"Shut up." I shoved him gently and went to join the girls outside, grabbing a book and a can of beer on the way out.

James joined me and sat down on the other camping chair, the three girls in various states of undress laid out in front of us.

"This is the life, eh, bud?" he said.

And he was right.

*

I couldn't sleep that night. We'd all agreed to get an early-ish night after the long drive, but now I was struggling to fall asleep. Maybe I just wasn't used to sharing a tin can with 4 other people.

James and Holly had taken the double bed over the cab, it was a squeeze but something told me they didn't mind. They were "the couple" after all.

Rose and Sammy had taken the bunk beds at the back and I had the converted diner. It was supposed to be a double but in reality it was not much bigger than a single. Maybe the lack of a real mattress was affecting my sleep too.

I decided to go over to the toilet block.

As I snuck out I looked over at the bunks in the back. In the bottom was Rose, her hair over her face. I was half tempted to go over and push it out of her face, but it would be very awkward to explain if she woke up. She must know I had the hots for her and it wouldn't look great waking up to me touching her in her sleep, however innocent and lovingly I intended it.

I looked over at the top bunk and was surprised to find it empty. Sammy must have needed the toilet too.

I slipped out into the night, gently releasing the handle so there was only the slightest clunk. I looked up at the night sky, a billion stars shone down, many more than you get in the city.

I reached the toilet block and went inside. It didn't take me long to have a piss, I didn't really need one anyway. I was about to head back when I heard a sound coming from a small grate at the top of the bathroom.

I listened closer and it sounded like a female voice but I couldn't make out the words.

Most people would have just left there and then. Good, honest people anyway, but not me.

I went to the corner of the room. I found if I stood on the back of the toilet and pushed my neck against the ceiling I could just about managed to get my eyes and ears where they needed to be, and boy were they rewarded for my efforts.

The ladies toilets must have been just the other side of the wall, because there, naked in the cubicle one brick wall away from me was my friend Sammy.

She was on the phone video calling her boyfriend or a friend with benefits or someone.

I had imagined her naked plenty of times, and I'd got most of it right. Her shoulder length hair left her medium sized but very firm pokey breasts exposed. Her areolas were pinky brown and seemed to point very slightly up and out. Her butt stuck out and came back in dramatically- a classic bubble butt. Her legs were shapely and you could see she worked out.

She was giving her 'friend' on the phone the full porn star experience. All the "you like that" and "are you gonna cum for me"s that usually make me turn off the sound while watching porn. So fake.

She turned around and bent over gave him (and me) the perfect view down her butt crack. The pink line running perfectly through the valley that her butt made as she spread. Then she pulled her fingers out her pussy and gave my a momentary flash of her pink lips. I could practically hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, this was unbelievable.

Her two fingers were dripping wet, which she made good use of. She eased her index finger into her bum hole and started moaning into the camera. She obviously knew this was his "thing" because it wasn't long until I heard him grunt over the phone.

It's funny when memories come back to you. In that moment I remembered being in the library doing homework and Sammy had been talking to another friend about how she had been practicing inserting things anally to get used to it for her (then) boyfriend. I had hidden my boner under the table and pretended not to hear, not that she seemed to care who knew. Everyone else in the library was being quiet and she was talking about stretching out her arsehole at a normal talking volume.

As I stood in the bathroom stall and remembered that moment and the scene in front of me I wondered if she particularly enjoyed anal, or, as I strongly suspected, she just enjoyed being more extreme and willing to go further than other girls to get the guys. Do any girls really prefer anal?

Her boyfriend made his excuses about having to be up in the morning and left Sammy, naked and alone in her bathroom stall. I'm guessing I had missed a lot of the build up in her little show. She left the stall and I heard the tap running (presumably washing her hands) then she returned. Even though her boyfriend had been satisfied it was clear she hadn't. She pulled out a bright pink sex toy from somewhere out of my line of site, and turned it on. I watched, wide-eyed as she pushed the end of the big pink wand against her waiting clit.

I pushed my own shorts down at this point and grabbed by erection. Her free hand went to her nipple and my gaze followed. Her hips bucked forwards and I got a clear view of her bare mound between her legs - of course she waxed or shaved, anything for her boyfriends.

Her hands and her wand worked her body in a way that was clearly a well-rehearsed routine. I once read it takes a woman 13 minutes on average to orgasm, but she had clearly got it down to a fine art. It couldn't have been more than 3 minutes and she was done. It's what James probably would have referred to as something like a "utility wank" or something equally blunt. She was wound up after her show for her boyfriend and needed a quick release.

She gathered up her clothes and was gone, leaving me tugging at my cock. I climbed off the toilet and let me mind wander back to the amazing sights I had just seen. If I had a girlfriend that hot I would not have left her on video call still naked. Her firm breasts - I tried to imagine how they would feel in my hand. Her shaved mound - how it would feel on my tongue to slowly lick across it, would I be able to smell her wetness? Just as I was about to climax the image of her arsehole slipped back into my mind. It wasn't something that I normally went for, but it was the spectacular centrepiece to this evening's entertainment (even if I wasn't the intended audience). "So be it" I thought and imagined her puckered pink-brown little rose as I let the familiar warm waves of orgasm flow from my crotch up into my chest and... and... release.

I felt all the tension drain out my body as my hand and some of the bathroom stall was covered in my warm sticky cum.

I cleaned myself up as best I could and wandered back to the Motorhome. I didn't know how to feel. On paper there is something incredibly sad and pathetic about beating your meat on your own in a public bathroom, but the sights I had seen made this one of the most erotic nights of my life.

Every guy fantasises about seeing girls they know nude. Sometimes they might even get a little peak down a top or up a skirt, but to see their friends perform a full-on cam girl show in real life and not get caught. That was something on another level.

Needless to say my troubles sleeping that night had been blown away with my cum.

*

The next day we woke up and packed away early. I tried not to stare at Sammy but it was hard not to. 5 people in a Motorhome is crowded at the best of times but it seemed like fate was teasing me by having Sammy innocently brush her bum past me as many times as possible.

Sammy seemed completely oblivious to my late night voyeurism, which I was pleased about.

We got on the road early and headed for the border. James took us over the border and to our next campsite, about 20 miles north of Glasgow.

The weather had turned miserable so we barely unpacked when we got there. The five of us huddled round the small dinette table and played card games. We had some drinks but it was hard to get too much of a party atmosphere going.

When it came to getting ready for bed, no one fancied the walk over to the campsite toilets in the wind and rain.

"We'll just all get changed for bed in here", Holly said.

"We will?" James startled, "the bathroom is tiny, I'm not sure I can get my jeans off in there."

"Well you're wearing boxers aren't you?" Holly asked and James nodded, "so just strip off your outside clothes and you're ready for bed." She gestured for me to do the same.

Sammy, being Sammy, needed no excuse and was in her bra and knickers in no time. A matching dark red set - and surprisingly conservative for her.

James had clearly been staring and got caught as I heard the "umph" noise he gave out as Holly's elbow caught him in the ribs. I was also staring but being a bit more subtle about it.

Rose headed for the back of the camper and faced the back wall. She slowly removed her t-shirt and bra.

I had admired her body so many times but somehow this was different. I'd even seen her in swimsuits before but nothing seemed quite as beautiful or as sexy as seeing her bare back now. As she reached over to grab her pyjama top I caught a glimpse of the side of one of her breasts, and felt my heart drop into my pelvis. Rose was slim, verging on skinny, and although she had the biggest chest of the group, the rest of her was thin. She pulled her top on then hooked her fingers over the top of her jeans shorts and slid them to the ground. As she bent forward her pale blue knickers were revealed. They cut across her bum at just the right place to make her small bum look just a little bigger.

She slipped under the covers of her bed and I saw her shuffle around underneath the covers, presumably swapping her perfect blue panties for her pyjama shorts.

I thought my staring had been subtle but I was stood there fully clothed and probably slightly open mouthed. I quickly got undressed and got into bed.

The wind rocked the caravan as I was going to sleep and the rain pounded on the roof. At some point I drifted off.

*

"Hey," Rose whispered, "sorry to wake you."

I opened my eyes to see Rose hovering above my bed. It took me a moment to remember where I was and why my long-time crush was stood over me.

"Oh hey, no worries" I managed to groggily whisper, "what time is it?"

"Just gone midnight," she replied "I just, can't sleep in the storm. Can I.. share with you."