The two women walked together. It was a lovely, sunny Saturday and it had been a bit of a spur-of-the-moment thing. Clara had texted Millie earlier to see if she wanted to go on a little camping trip. They were both outdoors-y girls and Millie hadn't anything else planned so agreed.
The two women had packed all of their things together, changed outfits and left their homes earlier in the morning and met up in town for a coffee before they began their hike.
Clara and Millie had been best friends for years since school and were still living in the same town. Now 20 years old, both had full-time jobs so finding the time for hiking was difficult - especially with the weather in the UK.
Nevertheless, the two women had been hiking for a couple of hours and stopped at the top of a trail for a spot of lunch.
***
His gaze fell upon two women sitting and eating what appeared to be their lunch. One was blonde with shoulder-length hair. The other was a brunette, her long hair flowing gently in the breeze. They were both wearing similar outfits: a tank top each in grey, high-rise shorts that seemed to be denim, a pair of hiking boots and sunglasses rested on top of their heads. The blonde was wearing a necklace around her throat. All in all, they looked hot. The thing that took most of his gaze however were their chests. He'd seen and been with a lot of women in his time but these two were very busty. Those tank tops must have been straining to keep the pair covered up. Cup sizes weren't his speciality, they either had big tits or small tits but trying to place them alongside all of the pornstars he had watched, maybe the pair were 34E?
***
About 30 minutes had passed and the girls finished their lunch, popped their water bottles back in the bags and got back up, ready to continue the hike.
"I'm glad you said yes," said Clara, "Simon is out with Mike and the others so I was just in the house."
Millie smiled, "What are they doing?"
"Some convention or something, I don't really know actually." replied Clara.
"Well whatever it is, I'm sure we're going to have a better time of it than they are." said Millie, and the two girls laughed as they continued to walk through the hiking trail.
It took the better part of an afternoon to get set up. Not because they didn't know what they were doing, but because whilst the trail was looked after by some sort of trust, the woodland and fields around it were basically wild. They imagined some farmers must own land around the area, but there weren't any designated camping areas or anything like that. It was just a case of finding somewhere flat and safe to camp for the night.
They settled on a bit of secluded land that was surrounded by trees. It was a nice clearing and was far enough away from the hiking trail that they were unlikely to be disturbed by anyone else. It was flat and looked good, so they decided that this was the place to stay.
The sun wasn't yet beyond the horizon but it was getting close, so the two friends popped their backpacks down on the ground and set up their tents. It was easy going, they had each brought a pop up tent so all they had to do was remove it from its bag and pin it down with some pegs.
Once the tents were up, it was time to sort out the inside: a small camping bed and a sleeping bag. A little DIY hanger for clothes, a small travel oven, a heater and a seat. Basic but that's all you needed. Food and water was sorted too so they were good to go.
They got a small fire going and sat beside it, chatting the evening away, talking about work, men, office gossip, their latest TV binges and life. After having a small bite to eat, the sun had gone down and the moonlight shone down onto them both. Bedtime had arrived.
***
He saw the two tents. The fire by the chairs was on its last legs and would soon be out completely. He saw the blonde one - he had listened in on the conversations as best he could and discovered she was Clara, the brunette Millie - go off into the right tent and a little further down, saw the other woman go off into the left one.
***
It was a little chilly inside the tents so both women turned on the heaters and got ready for the evening. Teeth cleaned and ready for bed, Millie took off her tank top and threw it on her chair, reached around and unclipped her black bra. She gave a deep sigh of relief, threw her bra onto the chair and slid her hands over her boobs, before unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them off, along with her panties. She didn't stay naked for long and with a little shiver, put on a pair of loose leggings as well as her pyjama top, a long-sleeved buttoned up cotton top.
Clara did the same in her tent. She removed her hiking clothes and stood naked, looking around for her nighttime outfit. She found her leggings but couldn't find her warm, pyjama top. She looked everywhere, tits swinging as she bent down and over looking for it. In the end, she resigned to the fact she had forgotten it, swore at herself and put her tank top back on. It would be better than nothing.
Climbing into their sleeping bags and with their heaters on full blast, both women laid down. It wasn't pitch black of course, what with the moonlight shining down upon the tent, so they had each brought a sleeping mask. Millie had her earplugs in as usual, she found it almost impossible to sleep without them. Placing the masks over their eyes, they finally toddled off to sleep.
***
He wasn't sure how long exactly he had left it. Of course, he would want to give them enough time to fall asleep, so he did just that. He left it for what he thought could be a reasonable amount of time and made his way out of the trees and towards the tents. It would be 50/50 on which one he would enter first so he flipped a coin and let it fall to the floor: heads would be the blonde, tails would be the brunette. He looked down, the moonlight giving off just enough light for him to see. Heads. He could be paying Clara a visit first.
He moved towards the camp. The wind gave him a little bit of protection, hiding any noise he would have made had it not been there. Walking over to the tent, he stood outside of the entrance door. It was zipped closed at the bottom. He stood there for a couple of seconds, just trying to hear if there was any noise from inside. He couldn't hear anything.
Reaching down, he took the two zips and began to open the tent door. Going slowly so as to not make too much noise - he didn't want to spoil the surprise after all - he opened the tent just enough so that he could take a step inside.
He did so and climbed into the tent fully. Turning. He closed the tent but didn't bother going right to the bottom again. Instead, he just brought both zips to the centre, closing it like that.
He stood there, looking over to the other side of the tent where Clara lay asleep. The inside of the tent was warm from the heater so wasting no time, he removed his trainers and unbuttoned his jeans. Before he pulled his jeans off and placed them in the corner of the tent, he put down his bag - only a small over-the-shoulder thing. He let his underwear fall to his feet and kicked them towards his jeans.
He stood there, wearing nothing but a short-sleeved shirt, buttoned up at the front and what appeared to be some sort of string necklace was tucked underneath.
The man took one hand and grabbed his cock, before slowly starting to jerk himself off. It didn't take long for him to become fully hard. He smiled towards Clara.
Taking almost silent footsteps. He was now mere inches from the sleeping woman. He took another step, this time over the bed, so one leg was either side. He positioned himself so that he was straddling Clara, her head directly below him.
His cock in his left hand, the man knelt down.
He could feel her breath on his cock and his balls pressed against her neck. Clara gave a little sigh. Still holding his cock, he slid it over her lips, pushing the head past them a little.
***
