Camping Trip
Recently a bunch of my friends organized a camping trip over a long holiday weekend in the Spring. I was excited because I hadn't been camping since I was a kid. My family had frequently gone on camping trips and I had always loved it. I just adore being outdoors.
I was to share a tent with a long time friend, but at the last minute she had to bail out due to a family emergency. So, I was on my own in a tent when everyone else on the trip had a tent mate. That was okay with me, I would have some privacy. I have something of a nightly bedtime ritual; rubbing my kitty, which I would have had to forgo with a tent mate.
We all arrived at the state park campground early Saturday morning and set up our tents. Mine was a simple two man dome tent which took me all of ten minutes to set up, as well as, move my stuff in, and change into my bikini; we were all going down to the lake for a swim before lunch.
I was sitting next to my tent in a camp chair slathering on sunscreen when a pickup pulled into the next campsite over; it was empty. A guy and a very pretty girl about my age got out and started unloading gear. The guy picked the spot to place their tent, but it quickly became obvious to me that they were novices. They couldn't seem to figure out how to properly erect their tent and I heard a lot of bickering between them. The guy, as best as I could discern, seemed to be the quintessential 'I don't need to read the instructions, I know what I'm doing' sort of macho male. And so, they struggled with, and argued about, the tent.
Not my problem, I thought as I grabbed my beach towel and headed off to join my group for swimming. As I walked off l caught the girl looking at me in my string bikini. Funny, I thought, I'd have thought it would've been the dude ogling me. I pushed the thought out of my mind as I joined my friends for a delightful day of outdoor activities. We swam, hiked, and enjoyed a lovely evening sipping wine around a campfire; talking, singing old folk songs from the 70s, and generally having a great time.
At bedtime we started bidding each other goodnight in ones and twos. I was really tired, whether from too much sun or wine, I don't know, but I was among the earliest to retire to my tent.
When I reached my tent in the dark with only a small flashlight to keep me from tripping over tree roots, I noticed the girl in the next campsite, faintly illuminated by a sodium light on a telephone pole a few hundred feet away. She was sitting alone on a tree stump with her hands to her face and she sounded like she might be crying; I couldn't be sure what with crickets chirping and frogs croaking nearby. But I did notice the pickup truck was gone.
Not my problem, I thought for the second time that day. I unzipped my tent and crawled in and zipped it closed. I undressed; I always sleep nude. So, I just had to crawl into my cozy sleeping bag. Then, as I always do, I reached down and caressed my pussy with both hands. I was wet quickly, my body used to the nightly routine. I started swirling a slippery finger around my swollen clit while two fingers from my other hand penetrated my opening and quickly connected with my g-spot.
I did my best to suppress my usual vocalizations of squealing and yelling out as I reached an orgasm, since I knew the lewd sounds would travel far in the woods and there was a girl on a stump nearby. I climaxed fairly quickly and settled into my comfy sleeping bag and promptly drifted off to sleep.
Some hours later, I was awakened by a combination of sounds. Rain pattering rather loudly on my tent, it seemed to be coming down quite hard. That, combined with the sound of a girl cursing and crying nearby, woke me.
I unzipped my sleeping bag and crawled over to the entrance of my tent and unzipped it about halfway. Just enough to stick my head out to determine what was going on at the campsite next to me. I saw the pretty girl in the faint light. She was now totally soaked and bedraggled, standing in the pouring rain next to her partially collapsed tent, seemingly trying to re-erect it; without success. Oh, and she was swearing and intermittently beating on the structure in anger and frustration.
Now it's my problem, I thought to myself.
"Hey there. You alright?" I yelled over to the girl. Stupid question, I thought to myself
"No!" She yelled back. "I was sleeping ... it just caved in on me ... and there was like a waterfall, I'm soaked ... and fucking freezing!"
"Well come over here and get in my tent then, you can't stand out there all night in the rain, you'll catch pneumonia," I yelled back, realizing how much I sounded like my mother with the pneumonia bit.
She stood a moment as if pondering my offer and weighing her options, then she turned and walked over toward my campsite. I grabbed my flashlight and tried to illuminate the ground between us so she wouldn't trip on some unseen obstacle. Thankfully my rain flap over my tent's entrance was keeping me relatively dry.
I got a few splatters and noticed that the temperature had dropped significantly. I was getting cold, too, but then again I was stark naked having crawled out of my cozy sleeping bag to see what the ruckus was next-door. Before I could dress the girl was crawling into my tent.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry ... fuck you're..."
"Naked, yeah I know...it's how I sleep," I said. "And you're drenched. You can't leave those clothes on or everything in the tent will get soaked, too."
"What do I do?"
"Take everything off. I've got a waterproof laundry bag, we'll put everything in it and find a laundromat in the morning and get it all dry."
I found my laundry bag.
"Here, get all that stuff off. Quick," I instructed.
"But I'll be ..." she started to protest.
"Naked. Yeah, just like me ... now hurry up, or neither of us will have anything dry to put on in the morning. By the way, my name's Joan ... I didn't catch yours."
"Oh ... Miranda, though everyone calls me Randy," she said.
Internally I giggled. Randy, synonym, horny.
I held the laundry bag open for her as she pulled her sweatshirt up over her head. It was literally dripping as she dropped it into the laundry bag. Next her sweatpants went in, but then she hesitated.
"Bra and panties, too," I insisted. Which she removed reluctantly.
"God, I'm so fucking cold," she said and I heard her teeth starting to chatter. She was that cold.
"Quick in the sleeping bag," I said and pulled the top back for her. Fortunately my bag was a double, having been handed down from my parents. They had apparently enjoyed snuggling when camping.
She climbed in and scooched down in the bag.
"But where are you going to ..." she started to say.
"Move over," was all I said as I climbed in next to her and pulled the top part of the sleeping bag up to my chin.
Her whole body was shivering and mine wasn't far behind. So, I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled my body up as close to hers as I could. Both of us being naked meant our body heat would transfer much faster and warm us. It also meant, for me at least, instant arousal.
"Oh god, that feels so much better," she whispered. I threw my leg up over her hips to maximize skin to skin contact and heat transfer - honest, that was my only intent. Of course, that resulted in my pussy pressing against Randy's hip, ensuring an even more rapid arousal.
"What happened to the guy you were with," I asked as we cuddled.
