It's been a long drive and you are exhausted. The only thing that had kept you from falling asleep on the last hour of the drive was the stunning views and the incredible sunset. You pull your van in to the campsite and it's already dark. You've had to book a designated plot and the guy in the campsite warden's hut looks annoyed that you've disturbed his reading to check in. You apologise, explaining you had a tyre blow out and that's made you late. He gives you rough directions to pitch 21, you get back in your van and head in the direction he's pointed you.
As you drive through the trees of the campsite you can hear music and laughter in the distance, and after the day you've had you're praying that it's not coming from near pitch 21, because all you want to do is get set up and get to sleep. You turn a corner and you can see where the noise is coming from. There is a campfire with a couple of tents set up in the background. There are a couple of guys and a woman, all about your age, sat around the campfire drinking, chatting and laughing. You look around for the way forward and you notice that right opposite them is a small clearing with a signpost hammered in to the ground next to it. Pitch 21. You back your van in to the clearing and they shout as your headlights momentarily blind them. You get out of the van and start setting up camp. One of the guys is heading over to you. You ignore him and carry on setting things up.
"Hey, cool van," he says.
"Thanks," you answer coldly.
"You wanna come have a beer and hang wth us?"
"No thanks, it's been a real long day and I just wanna get some sleep."
"Oh..."
"Was there anything else?"
"I guess not." He turns and heads back to the campfire.
You finish getting set up and get ready for bed. He must have said something about you wanting to get to sleep to the others, as they've turned the music off. You can still hear them chatting and laughing, but you should be able to get to sleep, so you're grateful of that at least.
You're just starting to drift off to sleep when the sounds change. That's not chatting and laughing anymore. That's moaning and groaning. Are they having sex? The groans certainly sound sexual. You can't help yourself. You roll over and pull the curtain back slightly so you can see out of the window. Two of them are between you and the fire so they are silhouettes against the orange light. But sure enough there's no doubt that they are having sex. One of them is on all fours whilst the other is railing them from behind. They are both moaning in time with the thrusts. You can't help but wonder which of the guys is missing out. Was this why they asked you to join them? So that there would be a girl for each guy? Did they really think you'd be that easy? Then all of sudden the girl steps out of one of the tents. It's the two guys fucking! She is the other side of the fire and the flickering light plays over her body, she is completely naked and gorgeous. Her small but round breasts sit perkily on her chest with her nipples visibly erect. She walks to one of the big logs near the fire and sits on the floor resting her back against the log. You can't take your eyes off her and you feel the stirrings of your arousal. She sits with her knees up and her legs wide and she traces her fingertips round her nipples, one hand stays at one of her breasts whilst the other slides down to her neatly trimmed pussy. Your own hand mirrors hers and slips down the inside of your pyjama shorts. You feel your heat and slip the tip of one of your fingers between your lips. You're already wet. How long has it been? Too long you think, as you notice the guys have changed position and one is now blowing the other. His cock is huge, maybe the biggest you've ever seen in person. It's probably just a trick of the shadows and the light. You imagine it parting your lips and stretching your pussy. Your fingering has become more intense and you start to forget about them as you concentrate on making yourself cum.