Hi. I'm Nicki. I'm around twenty, and it's rude to ask a girl her exact age. My best friend is Jen. She's the same age as me, give or take a couple of months. Um, we both like camping and tend to go whenever we can. Sometimes for a long weekend, sometimes for a week or so.
Mind you, we had some unusual incidents on a couple of our camping forays, so we're a lot more careful about when and where we go. We now tend to pick busier times so that we're not alone on the camping grounds, and we don't pitch our tent where people come wandering past.
On our current camping trip we had what I considered an ideal spot. Our camp was a little down one of the side trails, at the end of it actually, so we weren't going to get any passers-by. Half way between our site and the main trail was another camping spot. This one was inhabited by a family. A rather large family at that.
We stopped to say hullo of course. They were Jessica and Richard Mullins and they had five kids. Five! Would you believe it. They were a rather odd couple to look at. Jessica was a big plump woman, all those kids wreaking havoc with her figure I guess. If I ever look like that just shoot me. It'll be too late to save me.
Her husband Richard was the surprise. When I first saw him I just assumed that he was the oldest of the kids. So did Jen, from the look of surprise on her face when Jessica called him over. Closer up you could see he was an adult, in his thirties I guess. What was the surprise? He was a runt. I'll swear he wasn't much more than five foot tall, though Jen says I'm stretching it a bit. Whatever, he was still a good head shorter than Jessica.
As we headed on to our own camp Jen made a crack about his name.
"Don't they say Dick is short for Richard?" she asked giggling.
I giggled in agreement.
"Maybe we should call him little Dick?" I suggested, which set Jen off again.
We did a bit more bantering about Richard and his size. We were probably being a bit mean with what we were saying, but we were just two young women talking between ourselves. I'd forgotten how well voices can travel at times. We were either speaking louder than I thought or Richard had damned good ears.
We saw the Mullins family a number of times and would always stop and pass the time of day. Jessica and the kids were always chatty and friendly but Richard was a bit reserved around us. I put it down to a natural shyness.
There was a local carnival on during the week we were there and towards the end of the week Jen decided to visit it. Jessica was taking her horde along as well, so Jen went with them, me not wanting to bother.
It was a nice sunny day and I was going to work on my tan. I slipped into my bikini, spread a towel on the grass in front of our tent and relaxed in the sun. Seeing that there wouldn't be any passers-by I felt quite safe in undoing the top of my bikini so I wouldn't have unwanted tan lines.
I was lying there, nice and warm and half asleep, and I had no idea that there was anyone else around until my bikini pants were pulled down.
One moment I'm half asleep and the next I'm wide awake, feeling my pants sailing past my knees for points south. I didn't fucking worry that my untied top would let whoever it was see my boobs. I just reared up, ready to have a go at them, even if I was naked.
My rearing up raised me about a quarter of an inch of the ground. A firm hand had landed on my back, holding me down. I was kicking my legs by this stage but it made no difference.
"Just hold still for a moment," a voice said, and I was sure I knew that voice. Stupidly, I did actually hold still for a moment. Before I caught on to what I was doing my pants were snatched off my feet and I was starkers, held to the ground with the greatest of ease.
It finally dawned on me who's voice it was.
"Richard?" I asked, incredulous. The little runt dared to jump me?
"That's right," he said. "Little Dick himself, as you called me."
That's when I realised that he'd heard our thoughtless comments.
"Hell, we were just mucking around," I protested. "We didn't mean anything by it."
"And I'm just mucking around," came the reply. "Let's see if you can work out how serious I am."
Bloody serious, I'd say, as his hand was already rubbing my pussy.
"Frigging hell," I squealed. "Knock it off. You don't think I'm going to take this sort of thing lying down, do you?"
"Well, no, not really. I was thinking more along the lines of doggy style."
He didn't say that, I thought, knowing he damn-well had.
Next thing I knew he had his hand clamped firmly upon my pussy and was telling me to lift my bottom and get on my knees.
"Fuck you," I snarled. "I'm not doing anything you say."
"Fuck me, indeed," he came back at me. "That's what I'm trying to arrange. You're a little slow to get a grip on things, aren't you? Now lift your bottom."
To add emphasis to his demand he slapped my bottom, quite hard. Knowing he'd probably keep slapping it until I did what he wanted I hoisted it up, presenting it to him. It didn't take long and he had me arranged the way he wanted and I just knew it wouldn't be long before he stuck me.
He didn't seem in a rush to get the job done, continuing to play with my pussy, rubbing and squeezing and massaging and moving on to sliding his finger inside me and doing it all over again internally.
I was getting worked up and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it but squirm and protest. The protesting achieved nothing and the squirming had a negative benefit, as it just made me get even more worked up.
