Chapter 01: Silhouettes
My wife noticed the couple first. They had moved into the campsite across from ours and after an hour, they were still setting up their tent. She nudged me and pointed out why; I followed her gaze. The pair were making out. Again. Every time they picked something out of the car and moved it to the picnic table, they would stop and kiss each other.
"At first, it was just a quick peck," my wife laughed. "Now they can't keep their hands off each other."
It was true. They were standing atop the rolled-out tent, lips locked. She had shoulder-length red-hair, and and a voluptuous, curvy figure. He was a bit pudgy and soft, but she was clearly attracted to him. Red had her arms around his neck and was kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Her legs straddled one of his thighs, and she was grinding her hips up and down, while he held her there with both hands squeezing her ass cheeks.
The rumble of a nearby thunder storm startled them both back to their task of setting up camp. With the show interrupted, I gave my wife a peck on the cheek and we went back to our own business: pulling clothes off the line and buckling down for the oncoming rain shower.
When we had finished, I noticed their tent still wasn't up -- despite their focused efforts.
"I'm going to go give them a hand," I told my wife.
As I walked over, Red was flipping one corner of the tent back and forth, looking at both sides.
"I'm not even sure the tent is the right side up ... is this the top?" She was in her mid to early twenties, I guessed. No wedding or engagement ring either. The boyfriend was walking back from the car with a bag of tent poles.
"Rain is coming soon. Need some help with that tent?" I asked.
"Thanks," Red said, looking up at me. She had beautiful, green eyes, ruby red lips and a gorgeous smile. She was a head shorter than me, perhaps 5'4". Her curves, which I had mostly admired from the back, where just as lush and shapely up front. I almost wept from the sight of her ample cleavage as she rose and sauntered over to me.
"I'm Stephanie," she extended her hand to shake mine. She didn't let go, but instead tugged me toward their campsite. "This is my boyfriend, Michael."
Michael came over and shook my hand.
"I'm Frank Peters, from across the way," I pointed across the road, to where our RV was parked at a nearby site.
The rain drops started to pelter down on the tree canopy above, cutting introductions short. I set Michael to the task of putting the tent poles together and grouping them by size, while Stephanie and I flipped the tent over so that the right side was up. I suggested we move the tent to an area that was a bit higher ground, so they wouldn't be sleeping in a puddle. They didn't have a ground cloth, so I ran back to our site to grab a spare tarp and brought it back to them. I showed them how to rig up the tent, and where to stake down the edges and supports.
By the end, the rain was coming down quite a bit harder. All of our clothes were getting wet and my eyes kept drifting to Stephanie. Her tank top clung tightly to every curve of her body. No bra, nipples straining hard against the wet fabric -- there's no doubt she'd take first prize in a wet T-shirt contest, if the camp ever held one. But this was a family camp and that wasn't likely to happen.
"Thanks, Frank," Stephanie smiled at me, as Michael's arm tugged her around the waist, into the tent.
The tent was zipped shut and I heard Stephanie giggling. I imagined them untangling themselves from those very wet clothes and then carrying on with whatever came next. I made my way back to our RV, horny as hell, but knowing with three kids in the camper, there wasn't much chance of getting the missus alone. We played a rousing game of Monopoly instead.
From the kitchenette of our RV, I could see Stephanie and Michael's tent. It was shaking back and forth in such a way that certainly wasn't caused by the wind or rain. Those two were going at it like rabbits. Crazy kids.
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It rained all night and I didn't see Stephanie or Michael for most of the next day. Their tent was still up, but their car was gone. I presume they had gone off hiking or to explore some nearby tourist attractions.
Their car pulled back in to the campsite shortly before dusk. They prepared their dinner with the same distractions and pace as they had set up their tent. They couldn't keep their hands and lips off each other, and spent more time at the picnic table making out than cooking.
Later that night, much later, I was returning from the bathhouse. The bathhouse was a long walk from our camp area, but I preferred running water and porcelain toilets over the porta-potties that were closer to the site. As I came around the bend, I saw the glow from Stephanie and Michael's site. The kids were up late.
It wasn't until I got a bit closer that I saw what they were up to. There was a lantern inside the tent and the light cast their shadows on the tent wall. Michael was standing, his head stooped so that it didn't hit the top of the tent. Stephanie was on her knees in front of him.
I slowed my pace, so as not to make loud, crunchy noises on the gravel foot path. Rather than walk quietly by, I veered off the path and tip-toed closer to their tent. Nylon tent walls provide almost no barrier to sound, so none of their noises were muffled.
"Jesus, Stephanie," Michael gasped.
The silhouette of Stephanie's head was bobbing back and forth along Michael's shadow cock. Her hair was bunched in a pony-tail and it bobbed back and forth with her motions. I could hear slurping noises, too, as she sucked and gobbled his meat.
Michael's shadow made a motion toward the light source. There was a "click" and the light went out. I was plunged in darkness.
"Hey!" Stephanie exclaimed. "Turn that back on!"
"Look what you're doing," Michael clicked the lantern back on. He turned Stephanie's shadow head in my direction. The silhouettes were clear, not blurry ... it was as if two-dimensional, naked figures were staring directly at me.
Stephanie noticed the shadows they were making for the first time. She was still kneeling, staring directly at me -- or rather, staring directly at her shadow, which I was also staring at from the other side of the tent wall. One of her hands was stroking Michael's cock, and she giggled in delight.
"I like to see what I'm doing," Stephanie turned toward Michael, her chin up looking toward his face. Michael turned his face toward hers. The shadow figures, one kneeling, one standing, stared at each other, while she slowly stroked his shaft. Stephanie kept staring upward while sticking out her tongue, then running it slowly from the base of his cock, all along the shaft, right up to the tip. Michael's breath came out with a whoosh.
"Besides," Stephanie's shadow stroked Michael's cock with her hand again. "It's nearly midnight. Everyone went to bed hours ago."
Her hand kept stroking, while her other hand came to her face. She lifted one finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet. I stopped breathing.
The only sound was the surrounding nightlife. Peepers peeping, wind swishing through the leaves, a distant owl ... and then the slow, steady slurping noise as Stephanie took Michael back down her throat.
"Mmmpf, mmmpf, mmmpf," Stephanie gurgled. She had both of her hands on Michael's thighs. Her breasts swayed freely with the movement of her neck and shoulders. She was a busty little thing with globes so perfect, I thought they had to be fake. Her own excitement was evident from the shadow cast by her hardened nipples, perfect tips on those perfect, pear-shaped breasts.
"Oh, shit," Michael gasped, "I'm going to cum."
