The Dare Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Dare Ch. 02

... them again. I then wandered back to my van.

I slept the sleep of the dead, better than I had slept in years. My bed takes up the whole back of the van. I could make it up as two singles, but at 6'1", the double size is far more comfortable.

I always wake as the sun rises, around 5:15 am at this time of year.

I stretched and spread out, watching the golden dawn rays creep around my curtains. I thought about putting on an eye mask to try and get another hour or so's sleep. I was feeling mellow and did not feel like getting up at this early hour. But I needed a piss.

The back door opened as I lay there, summoning the energy to make the move. I had not locked it in my sleepy state the night before. And in crawled Hazel, wearing a dressing gown and slippers. She gave me a hell of a fright, but I recovered very quickly, noting that as she slipped out of the dressing gown and crawled under my covers, she had nothing else on.

"You are not meant to be here without Don. I told him last night that the two of you must be honest with each other and never go sleeping around behind the other's back."

"I know," she exclaimed, "But he's fast asleep, and I'm fucking horny. He'll understand. I'll tell him everything."

She burrowed down beside me and took my morning hard in her hand.

"I need to relieve myself. Don't start without me." And I awkwardly maneuvered myself past her and out the back door. I have a toilet in the van, but trying to go when you have a massive ...

... hard-on in that tight little space is nigh on impossible. There would be more pee on the ceiling than in the bowl. So, with one leg up on the step, balancing precariously on my other leg, I pointed Percy towards the ground and let fly.

I got back inside and had to kiss Hazel to stop her laughing. She had enjoyed the sight of me trying to pee with a full hard-on. When she had calmed down, she pushed me on my back and swallowed my 'now' limp cock. It didn't stay flaccid for long. I was pretty proud of myself that he would rise to the occasion so quickly after the night before's activities.

Once hard, she mounted me, and her hips started to writhe around. Her face twisted with concentration on the feelings she was generating between her legs. I had no problem lasting the journey; in fact, I wondered if I had any seed left in me. But the body is an amazing thing, and as she moved towards her climax, so too did I.

Her rotating hips became thrashing hips. Then the shudder. The long, stomach-convulsing shudder that told me she was there. I had been roughly manipulating her sensitive breasts but had to slip a hand up and over her mouth, or she would have woken the camp, the back door of my van being wide open. What a way to start the day; there was not a cloud in the sky.

As our arousal subsided, I removed my hands and let her slump down beside me. "You really should get back to Don before he wakes. He will not handle you sneaking over here very well at all," I whispered in ...