I slapped a mosquito on my arm. It was so dark I could barely see the way. Campfires crackling in front of tents acted as lights that guided me toward the shower block.
We had been here for a few days, sweating in the summer heat while my parents praised the joys of camping. We had left the moment school holidays began, piling into the car and driving 4 hours to get here. My sister, Chloe, had complained the whole way, and even after arriving here. Though by the second day she had made friends with some of the kids in the next row of campsites, then pissed them off the next day. One of the parents came to complain that she had squirted a water soaker into their tent. Her only explanation was that it was in retaliation to a prank they had pulled on her. I was told to keep an eye on her from then on.
I sighed. I wanted to go home.
I entered the shower block. It was empty now. The first few nights I had come just after sundown and it had been packed. I had waited at least twenty minutes before there was even a free shower stall for me. Tonight I had waited until it was late before heading over. Now I had my pick of any stall.
I stepped into a stall and closed the door. The lock was sticky, but I finally got it to click. I tied my hair up and pulled my dress and underwear off, dumping them on the little shelf near the door. Voices floated around the shower block as I approached the shower and played with the handles. Some kids shouting loudly. Why were they running around so late?
The water shot out of the showerhead. Cold as ice. I stepped back, hugging myself until the hot water came through. It felt great to finally step into the warm water and wash away the dirt from the day. I was majorly missing my nice clean room back home and we'd still be out here for another few days.
I turned under the water, washing over my shoulders. As I turned back I froze. A boy was staring back at me as he wedged himself under the stall door. His hand was reached up and grasping my pile of clothes.
I let out a scream, torn between hiding myself and stopping him. He yanked my clothes and towel off the shelf and shouted to someone else. He disappeared back under the door as someone pulled him out. Whooping and hollering followed as footsteps exited the shower block.
'Nooo!'
I wrestled with the lock and eventually pulled the stall door open. The room was empty. I could hear them running away along the dirt road. I definitely heard the word 'Chloe' among their shouting.
I closed the stall door and slumped down onto the now-empty clothes shelf. Tears pooled in my eyes. I didn't know what to do. The timer on the shower expired and the water shut off, leaving me shivering and naked.
I didn't know how to call for mum or dad to come bring me some clothes. Would anyone else be coming for a shower at this time of night? Even if they did, could I describe which tent they would have to go to to get my parents? In the dark as well.
It was the only hope I had.
I sat and waited, wondering if the kids would maybe bring my clothes back. Ten minutes passed. Fifteen. I heard people over at the toilets. Maybe I could yell to them. Twenty minutes passed. I had hoped that mum and dad would come looking for me, but I had rebuked them questioning me the other night by telling them that the line was long. How long had I been last night? Would they come looking for me around then?
As the minutes crept by and my tears dried, I came up with a new plan. It had been so dark coming here. Maybe I could sneak back to the tent without anyone seeing me. I could head down to the creek and follow it along to where our tent was, out of sight. It was something. It sure beat sitting here shivering. I was really starting to get cold. I needed to get back to the tent and wrap something warm around me.
I looked down at my naked body. My small budding breasts. My... lower region all exposed. I was already embarrassed at the thought of going out there naked, but I had to do something.
I slowly pushed the stall door open. Okay, first step. I crept out of the stall and stood in the empty room. My heart was beating like mad, but here I was, naked in the open. It wasn't too bad. Walking back to the tent shouldn't be much worse than this, right? It was all in my head.
I steadied my breathing. I was going to kill Chloe when I got back.
I crept over to the doorway and peeked out. There was no one around, but there was another problem that I hadn't thought of. Lights shone around the door of the shower block. I would have to sprint out of here to reach the darkness.
This was it. I took a deep breath before dashing out of the shower block. I ran, closing my eyes to try and block this whole situation from myself. I headed for the creek. Sharp pain met my feet as I stepped on rocks or spiky weeds, but I didn't stop.
Suddenly my foot slipped out from under me on the wet grass. I slammed down onto the ground with the wind knocked out of me.
I groaned, rolling over. The tears were back.
'Wha- Oh my God!'
My heart stopped. I blinked up to see a woman walking over to me.
'What are you doing?! Where are your parents?'
The tears spilled down my cheeks as I tried to cover my nakedness.
No. No. No. This wasn't happening.
I cried, curled up naked on the grass as more people poked their heads around their tents to see what had caused the commotion. I had never been more embarrassed in my life.
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The car jostled, stirring me from my sleep. We were driving through the countryside as the sun hung low in the sky. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.
I blinked against the bright light in my eyes. How I had slept with that, I'd never know.
I had been dreaming about that camping trip all those years ago. The painful feeling it brought still lingered after waking up.
I stretched and rubbed my hand over my large, pregnant belly. I mentally reassured my baby that mummy was awake.
'Have a nice sleep?'
Chloe smirked at me from the driver seat.
'I should have gotten into the back so I could lay down.'
'You know you weren't supposed to fall asleep at all. What happens if I get lost?'
'I trust you to find your way.'
'I was thinking of finding my way to a truck stop for some afternoon tea, but there's nothing out here.'
There was a tightness in my chest. I cupped my big udders under my loose dress. They were firm. I'd need to milk myself soon.
Chloe noticed.
'I know, I need to milk myself too. We might have to pull over somewhere. We're still an hour or two from the farm.'
Chloe had hiked her dress all the way up past her chest, letting her pale belly and udders hang free. In the afternoon sun I could clearly make out all the veins that ran down her udders, hinting at how full she was.
'You shouldn't drive so exposed. What if someone sees you?'
'We've barely passed any cars out here, it's fine.'
I rubbed my sore udders once more.
'I might be able to wait the hour. I don't want to just throw my milk away on the side of the road.'
I was mostly just thinking of the joys of the milking machine when we got back. We had gone to visit our parents for the week. They had bought a small milking machine as a curtesy to us, but it was nowhere near as good as the ones we had at the farm. Mostly due to it just being some milking pumps. Obviously our parents hadn't given any thought to getting one designed for pleasure. Chloe had thought to pack a dildo, so we both had to take turns with it when we milked ourselves. '
I pulled at my dress. I was looking forward to getting this off. A week of trying to be modest had tortured my poor teats and clit with the constant friction of fabric against them. Hucows weren't meant to wear clothes.
Chloe leaned over to the radio.
'So now that you're up, what do you want to listen to?'
'I don't care.'
'A lot of the stations are staticky out here, but I'm sure there's something good.'
She started spinning through the dial and pressing buttons. A loud thunk made me jump. Chloe shot up and grabbed the wheel with both hands.
'What was that?'
'I don't know, what did you do?'
'Me? I didn't do that!'
'You were pressing buttons!'
'Radio buttons! That sounded bigger than that.'
Smoke began to come from under the bonnet. Chloe pulled over onto the side of the road and turned the car off.
'What's wrong with it?'
'I don't know.'
She tried turning the key to start it back up.