Camping Trip by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Camping Trip by loyalsock

... inviting. But Irealized their problem at once. Impulses have their drawbacks, and now they couldn't just walk right past the couple by the fire wearing only a smile. Annette moved forward and whispered so quietly that I had trouble hearing what she said. Once the words sank in, I was pretty well dumbstruck. Annette had invited them to come into our tent, since it was closest, open, and the door faced the right way for secrecy. With little else going for them, they agreed. I found myself somewhat embarrassed by the tent my prick was making out of the thin nylon shorts I wore, but they were busy tip-toeing into our tent. Once inside, I began zipping up the door, painfully aware of the abundance of female nudity so close by. More to the point, I could smell their fragrances from their earlier fun. I tried to be quiet with the zipper, getting both the door and screen into place after about a full minute. Then I turned around. Gina, the redheaded sat on the sl**ping bags Indian-style, and Susan, the brown, knelt further to my right. To my left was Annette, and she patted the bag between her and Gina for me to sit. I slid down on the bags, half reclining on my elbows. "Might as well wait for a while." I whispered. Annette put her hand on my hip and leaned over to the girls. My vantage point had me nearly even with Gina's dark nippled breasts. "I'm Annette." She said. Short, quiet introductions were made, and the girls seemed very embarrassed. At least Susan kept trying to cover ...

... her tits with crossed arms. Gina showed no such false modesty, but she sat there with her hands tightly clasped in her lap. With four of us in the short tent, it began to heat up quickly. Annette pulled her t-shirt over her head, letting her tits wobble free. Light in the tent was sparse, but enough filtered through the nylon fabric that you could see shapes and outlines. Especially fair skin. She rolled onto her back, curling her legs, and slipped her shorts off, tossing them aside casually. "Don't be rude." Annette giggled quietly as she pulled my tank top off. She tossed my shirt over her shoulder, and then began on my shorts. There was, of course, a flag pole inside, something not lost on Gina or Susan. Annette got my shorts off and tossed them next to hers. Her hand naturally strayed to my erection. In the darkness her hand was hard to see, but obvious by the way my cock moved. Susan moved closer to my side, right next to Gina. They both were looking down at me when Annette reached over my chest and touched Gina's leg. I waited, then Annette brought Gina's hand to my cock, letting her wrap her hand around me. I throbbed in her hand, feeling a new, strange touch. Gina's other hand caressed my chest. I looked over at Annette, reaching up to squeeze her left nipple gently. I peered at Gina's tits and saw that Susan was fondling one while tugging on her own smaller tits. Annette bent down and sucked my cock, all the way down to Gina's hand. Gina kept up a slow pumping action ...