I was sorting through my clothes deciding what to take with me. Two nights camping, in July, but we were in England, so weather was likely to be unpredictable. Forecast was sunshine and highs of 30 degrees C, with lows of 15 at night, but reality could change very quickly. We had acquired use of the camper van again as neither Sarah or myself had a tent that was big enough to sleep in really, and if they were offering a camper van for use then we snapped their hand off.
It was an average sized van, home converted; there was no bathroom, but it could sleep four easily, two in a full sized king double at the back which was raised up for storage underneath, then two more in two single beds either side of the walkway. Privacy was non-existent in that there were no curtains to divide up the space, but as I would be sharing with Sarah, it wasn't really a problem.
I heard the front door bell ring as Dad let Sarah in. I listened to her come upstairs and tap on the door, walking in before I replied. "Hey, Ready?" she asked as she came in.
"Yeah, just finishing up," I said as I finished packing.
I had opted for shorts, vest tops, some small t-shirts and a pair of jeans just in case. Footwear was simply flip flops and good walking shoes as we usually went for a walk during the day. The flip flops were just for at night if I needed the bathroom as during the day I would go bare foot. "You taking anything to sleep in?" I asked Sarah.
"No, it gonna be warm I reckon," she said, "Gonna take a long fleece as a cover up for bathroom and stuff," she added.
"Yeah good plan," I said, "Gonna be a bit warm I think."
"Should be okay as we can open the windows in the van, but yeah, I doubt we will need much for warmth sleeping in a double," she said.
Her phone rang and she answered it. It was Chris, who was one of the ones we were going with, I listened to half of the conversation as I finished up packing, impressed that I had managed to pack everything into the single rucksack.
"Everything okay?" I asked when she hung up.
"Apparently the roads on the way in are hideous," she said looking at me, "Bike?" she asked looking at me and smiling.
"Will everything fit?" I asked.
"I assume that is your rucksack and I have the same, so yeah, should do," she said.
"Will ask," I said as I headed out of the room and downstairs.
I had passed by bike test a few years earlier and although I never bought one, I was insured on my Dad's. "Daaaaaad," I said as he looked up from his paper.
"What do you want?" he asked suspiciously.
"Apparently the roads are really bad to the camp site, and it will take us aaaages to drive there..." I began.
"Yes, fine, just be careful," he said looking at me.
"Thanks," I chirped as I pecked him on the cheek and bounced out of the room back upstairs.
"Yep, we're good," I said as I dragged bike stuff out of my cupboard.
I handed Sarah a pair of armoured trousers and a matching jacket along with some boots and some gloves as I took my stuff out as well. She had bought her own stuff, but left it here as she didn't have a bike, but we did go out fairly regularly. I watched as she kicked her shoes off and wriggled out of her jeans. I smiled at her as she stood squeezing her shoes and jeans into her rucksack wearing just a vest and her panties.
I did the same and pulled up the trousers, fastened the boots and carried the jacket downstairs. "Okay, let's get going before I sweat my boobs off," Sarah said.
We put the jackets on and headed outside. Dad had got the bike out of the garage it was facing the right way and the key was in the ignition. He was just locking the garage up as we went outside and he nodded to us. "Be careful," he said, "Let me know when you are there."
"Will do," I said cheerily, "Love ya," I added as I gave him and hug and a kiss before swinging my leg over the bike.
I was not a petrol head by any stretch of the imagination, but every time I sat on the bike it made me feel giddy in a school girl sort of way. It was a Honda Hornet, 600cc in gold. It was classed as a naked sports which always made me smile. Sarah sorted out her pillion pegs and as I steadied the bike she climbed onto the back.
She got herself comfy and tapped my back when she was ready. I started it up, waved to Dad as he stood in the doorway and pulled off the drive carefully. The bike was loud and I waited until I was well out of earshot and onto the faster roads before I opened it up.
It screamed into life as I always amused the child inside me seeing the digital speedo struggling to keep up, the front wheel going light as it cleared its throat. I felt Sarah behind me tense her arms as she steadied herself on the grab rails. Her legs squeezed around the tops my thighs as she tucked her legs in and lowered her head so her helmet was behind mine. She was a little taller than me anyway and the slightly raised pillion seat meant she sat a good head above me if she sat upright which meant she got the full force of the wind.
"Child," she said leaning to my left as we slowed for traffic lights.
"Yeah, I know," I replied giving her leg a squeeze as I waited for the lights.
Sarah knew where she was going and in plenty of time before turns she tapped the corresponding shoulder for me to turn until we got into a queue of traffic. I Flipped up the visor and filtered down the traffic, both of us very glad that we were on two wheels. The start of the school holidays, a sunny weekend and a popular tourist route all added together to equal long tail backs, which we bypassed.
We turned onto the site and easily found the group we were with. The campervan easy spot, but even without that just follow the noise and loud voices. Sarah climbed off and took off her helmet as she got handed a plastic lid off something and placed it beneath the kick stand to stop it sinking. Carefully I tilted the bike onto it to make sure it was stable before swinging my leg over and getting off.
I took my helmet off, the ends of my hair was wet with sweat as I ran my hand through it to ruffle it up to hide the helmet hair. I took the jacket off and placed it across the seat of the bike. "Bit warm Fi?" Dave asked smiling at me.
"Little," I said back puffing my cheeks out and fanning my top.
"Van is open, get changed if you want," he said to which both Sarah and myself took up his offer.
Bike stuff is fine when you are moving, but in slow moving traffic or when stood still, the lining of them just seems to promote sweat, which sticks to you, and makes you sweat more. We wriggled out of them and put on some shorts, impressed with how cool it was in the van considering how warm it was outside.
We placed the trousers, boots and gloves along with the helmets around the bike and before we had even sat down on the grass we had a bottle of cider thrust into our hand. I took a drink and placed it on the floor next to me in my shadow to keep it cool. Steph and Jack were there, who were Dave's cousins I think, not sure on relation, but they were eighteen year old twins. That made them the youngest, which was usually Sarah and myself, being 22. The age range went up from 18, right up to late 40s. We had known each other for a long time; regular campers, the group had started with just a few of us, and gradually grown to the 12 or so that we currently had. I wasn't sure if anyone else was due to arrive, judging by the circular setup of the tents and the lack of space I suspected that no others were expected.
We lazed around for the afternoon; drink was flowing as was the constant sizzle of the BBQ which had a steady stream of various "well done" meat products as well as vegetable items from the designated "Veggie" BBQ for the non-meat eaters. Jack was quiet, kept himself to himself and was very softly spoken. Polite and nice, but you could tell that he was only 18, his self-confidence was not assured. Steph on the other hand had a confidence that was advanced for her age, to the point of being a bit irritating. She was lovely, but she always had something to say on every subject and made sure everyone heard it. As Chris pointed out she also had a cracking pair of tits and an awesome ass, which didn't help, although the observation did cause her to blush and shut up for a while.
As the sun sank we started a fire in the fire pit as the temperature did drop noticeably. The camp site was fairly full, mainly couples who kept themselves to themselves. There was another large party in the opposite corner of the site, but it was all very civilised and pleasant. One bottle turned into two, then three and four but I stopped myself as I was offered the fifth. I knew camping always resulted in an early morning, and a hangover was the last thing you wanted at 6am.
Jack and Steph bickered like siblings always do, childish pointless stuff and were mainly ignored, but sleeping arrangements kept coming up and Dave stepped in a few times. Basically they were not overly keen on sharing a tent, which to be fair to them was not overly large and at their age the last thing you wanted was to be a foot away from your complaining sister or snoring brother. Jack suggested she slept outside if it was such a problem.
"She can sleep in the van with us if she wants?" Sarah said as she looked at me.
