Mel and Rebecca fall asleep in one of the tents after their loud session, and Sam and I duck into the other. After multiple orgasms, it's safe to say we're both spent. Just before I give in to booze and pleasure-fuelled exhaustion, I manage to shrug into an oversized T-shirt I find. I have no idea where my bikini went, and Sam's trunks are long gone. He nearly trips as he struggles into a pair of boxers, and then we nestle down on the air mattress together. I curl into him, and he smells like sweat and smoke and sin. He runs a hand through his messy hair and whispers something in my ear, but I'm already asleep.
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One of the things I hate about camping--sweaty sex with a muscular stranger aside--is that it gets bright so early. My phone is dead, so I have no idea what time it is when my eyes flicker open, but judging by the silence all around us, it's still early. I huff and toss and turn, but I can't get back to sleep. Thankfully, I wasn't drunk enough last night to have a hangover. Sam is still dozing peacfully beside me, one hand tossed casually across my chest. I want to get up... but it's kind of comfortable here, with him. Not to mention that I'm already remembering how his dick felt when it slid into me again and again and again last night...
I suck one of my lips into my mouth. I need to stop that. Imagining him whimpering my name as he came in me isn't going to help me relax, any. Already, I can feel a tingle growing between my legs--but it's hardly my fault. Sex for breakfast is one of my favourite meals.
"Mel..." My eyes widen as I hear Rebecca's sleep-soft voice from the next tent over. "Mel, yes..." I can tell she's trying to be quiet, but her voice is breathy and it carries. "Uuhnnn..."
Her voice pitches higher in pleasure, and I can only imagine what the two of them are doing in there. I hear Mel's answering moan now, but it's muffled, as if she has her mouth buried inside Rebecca's pussy.
"Mel!" Rebecca's voice eases a bit higher, and I hear her gasp and giggle. My own chest is starting to rise faster, now, and before I know it, my fingers are sliding down my stomach.
"Yes--" Rebecca breathes, and I bite my lip as I swirl a finger against the entrance to my pussy. It's wet. Another cry of pleasure from the other tent, and I press my finger inside myself. The walls of my vagina are hot and smooth, and I pinch one of my nipples with my free hand as I sink my finger in deeper. "Uhn... Uhn... Uhn..." I can hear Mel eating Rebecca out, and a little gasp escapes my lips, too. I spread my knees farther, and my naked lower half tilts upward toward my hand.
"Open your legs farther," Mel commands, and I hear Rebecca squeak in delight. I pull my finger out and start dragging it against my clit. "Touch me." I pretend it's me that Mel is talking to, and feel the pressure building. "Taste me, beautiful girl." Rebecca moans in delight, not bothering to be quiet now, and just as I'm about to hit my climax--a hand closes around my wrist. Sam is awake and grinning wickedly at me. His dick is hard, straining against his boxers. He clicks his tongue in disapproval as the women in the tent keep groaning.
"You are a bad girl," He muses, toying with my hand. I'm so close, I need to cum... I need it. I go nearly feral when Sam brings my finger to his lips and sucks my juices off. He growls low in his throat. "Mine." And then he lifts me up from the mattress and slams my hips down against his face. I cry out in surprised delight as his tongue disappears inside me. There's nothing to hold onto for leverage, and the mattress squeaks as I ride him. His tongue and lips are everywhere, from my clit to my inner walls. I grind down hard, trying and failing to grab the tent wall for support, and when his teeth graze my clit and I hear Mel scream in her own release, I come apart. He smacks my ass and snarls his approval as I unload on his face, bucking and whimpering. He pulls my knees apart so I fully sink down onto him as I finish, and he licks up every last drop.
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At the breakfast fire, it's hard to keep a straight face, and it's only after trying and failing that I realize I'm the only one attempting it.
"You two had fun last night," Mel observes, swinging my bikini top on one finger. Clearly, she found it by the fire from when I'd first stripped for Sam.
"And you two probably woke the entire campsite this morning," Sam observes, filling our travel mugs with coffee. It's gritty and doesn't have any cream or sugar, but it's strong.
"And you thought you didn't like camping," Rebecca smiles, running her eyes up and down my body. I press my lips together and try not to recall the delicious sound of her cumming, and how different it would have been if I was the one to make her scream. The two of us together wasn't unheard of--we actually met on a failed blind date--but we figured we were better as friends. That doesn't mean she isn't insanely sexy, though, and all wrapped up next to Mel? God. It's a credit to Sam that I hadn't jumped into their tent after them.
"You sure seemed to like waking up in a tent this morning." Sam's dimples flash as he grins at me. "Something about the walls not being sound-proofed, I don't know."
I flush as Rebecca turns to me, mouth agape.
"You did not!"
"It was hard not to listen!" I argue back, but now I'm smiling.
"Really hard," Sam adds. "Really... really hard."
My eyes bulge as he licks his lips and winks at me. The girls catcall us.