The Camping Trip Part 1 of 3

**The Camping Trip**

I’m just a girl from the suburbs, not much on the great outdoors. My idea of roughing it is a motor home at the lake with all hookups, including cable, and a nice restaurant nearby. So understandably, I was a little apprehensive when my friend Jeni suggested that we go camping one weekend. “You’ll love it”, she promised. “Besides, you need to get out of all this traffic and smog”.

The ride from home was pleasant; Jeni and I spent the trip talking about old boyfriends and sex. Jeni and I have only been friends for a short time, but it seems a lot longer. We have been able to talk to each other about things that I would never have dreamed about talking to my other friends about. We talked a lot about sex: good sex, bad sex, what we did and didn’t like our boyfriends to do. It was something we called TMS or Typical Male Syndrome. It’s the little boy/caveman that lives inside all men.

The time passed quickly and before I realized it, Jeni had stopped the car in what looked to me like the middle of the wilderness. “Here we are”, beaming as if sharing some great revelation with me. “Where”, I asked. “Our campsite, silly”, she replied. I looked around and saw nothing but the gravel road behind us and trees everywhere else.

“Where’s the bathroom”, I asked, concerned that I might have to squat in the woods to do my business. “It’s just up there, around the bend in the road. It’s actually a flush toilet, not a pit”. “Oh joy”, I said, not attempting to hide my sarcasm. I began to look around while Jeni began to unload the tent and stuff from the car.

People have said that Jeni and I look like sisters. We are both around the same height with short shoulder length strawberry blonde hair; both well proportioned, or ample as a former boyfriend used to put it, though my chest is a little larger than hers. Although I normally do not say these things about other girls, Jeni has an ass that looks great in a pair of tight shorts.

We were just getting the tent put up when I heard a car approaching, crunching down the gravel road, and I looked up to see a green forestry truck pulling in behind our car. Two guys in those ridiculous “Smokey the Bear” hats sat in the front seat. The driver got out and approached our campsite. I noticed that his gaze lingered on Jeni’s ass as she was bent over hammering in a tent stake.

“Good Afternoon”, he said. “I’m Ranger Jim and that “, he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder back towards the truck, “is Ranger Dave”. He and Jeni began to talk and I looked back at the passenger. At first, all I could see was the hat, but as my eyes adjusted to the light and shadow, I noticed a dark brown mustache covering a pair of full lips.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by fantasy. I could see those lips attached to one of my breasts, the mustache tickling me while his tongue flicked across my nipple. The fantasy was so vivid, that I felt my pussy contract and I squeezed my thighs together. “Whew”, I thought, “this thin mountain air is making me giddy “.

As I watched him, I realized that he was watching me. His eyes were focused squarely on my chest and I saw the tip of his tongue pass slowly across his bottom lip. He was fantasizing about me! The thought of him thinking about the same thing I was sent a shiver down my spine and my pussy contracted again, dampening my panties. My clit began to swell, and I could feel it pressing out from between my lips against the fabric of my panties.

As I stared, focused on his lips, they formed into a mischievous smile; kind of a half smirk, half leer that suggested his mind was definitely on something other than his Ranger duties. My gaze shifted to his eyes and he looked straight at me. His smile was reflected in his eyes in a sexy glitter. I blushed and turned back towards Jeni and Ranger Jim.

They had finished their conversation and Jim had begun to make his way back towards the truck. Jeni sidled up beside me and in a low voice said, “I invited them back for dinner. Don’t you think Jim is hot?”

“You what?” I exclaimed. “You invited two perfect strangers to come and have dinner with us tonight?”

“Hey”, she said. “I figured they were harmless. I mean, Rangers are like Boy Scouts. You know, helpful, courteous, and kind. I sure would like it if Jim ‘helped’ me, if you know what I mean.” She giggled like a schoolgirl and blushed a little, nudging me in the ribs with her elbow.

I laughed. “God, you’re a horny little bitch aren’t you?”

She laughed again and we returned to the task of getting our tent and camp set up. Secretly, I was fantasizing about what might happen when Jim and the other Ranger returned.

The afternoon passed lazily as we lounged around the camp, enjoying the warm sunshine. Jeni rambled on about how cute Jim was and fantasized aloud about doing it in the woods with him. As she chattered, I was lost in my own fantasy about my mysterious Ranger.

About four in the afternoon, I grabbed my stuff and headed up the road to the bathroom. If I was going to have to sleep in the woods, I thought, at least I’d be clean.

I entered the shower area, turned on the water to heat up, and took off my clothes. I stepped under the water. It was warm and felt good against my skin. Taking the soap and washcloth I had brought with me, I began to lather myself. Almost immediately, I was immersed in fantasy again. ‘His’ hands were slowly passing across my body and breasts. ‘His’ hands caressed my soapy ass.

Soon ‘his’ hands were planted firmly between my legs, stroking the length of my slit and teasing my clit. Teasing soon turned into full-scale masturbation and I came hard against my hand, falling back against the shower wall, and his face clear against the lids of my tightly closed eyes.

Unexpectedly, I felt hands on my breasts. My eyes flew open in surprise and there stood Jeni, naked and smiling.

“Looked like you were enjoying yourself”, she said. “Thought I would help out.”

I stood there in shock. I had never known that Jeni might be bi, or that she was in the least bit interested in me.

“I… but…”, I stammered.

“Relax”, she said. “Just a little fun.”

Leaning forward, Jeni ran her tongue across my nipple. The little bud grew harder as her hands slowly slid down the curves of my body.

I was stunned. I had never been touched by a woman before. Her soft hands seemed to know each curve of my body as no man had before. I shivered despite the warm water cascading down our bodies. Passion flared again within me.

Her hands soon found my ass and she squeezed my cheeks drawing her body close to mine in a passionate embrace, her lips finding mine, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. I gave myself to her completely, without a word.

We stood there, interlocked, our mouths hungrily feeding on each other’s passion.

Time seemed to hold suspended. The warm water and hot bodies completing a kind of sensual envelope, isolated from reality. My eyes shut tight as the sensuality washed over me in waves.

Jeni’s lips left mine and began to trace a path between by breasts and down my stomach. Involuntarily, I leaned back against the wall of the shower as she reached my mound.

“Mmmm”, I heard her say quietly.

She gently parted my legs and I felt her tongue trace the length of my slit. I bent my knees slightly and she thrust her tongue between the folds, seeking my clit. Soon, her tongue was jabbing and flicking the already sensitive button.

In seemingly no time, I was coming again, my hips bucking in Jeni’s face as she held on to my ass with both hands.

“Oh my God”, I panted. “Oh my God.”

Rising, she kissed me with open lips. I tasted myself on them.

She released me, turning towards the shower head.

“Now go on”, she said. “I’ve got to get ready too!”

Recovering, I stepped out into the changing area. I stared down at my bag for a few moments, trying to decide what to wear. I finally decided that if anything were going to happen tonight, I would be prepared.

I grabbed a pair of white, cotton thong panties and slid them up, covering my still sensitive pussy. On top of those, I tugged on a pair of tight “Daisy Duke” shorts. They were so short, that the bottom of my ass was clearly visible. They were so tight that the crotch seam dug into my pussy, parting the lips slightly and forcing my panties inside. The outer lips were clearly visible under the denim.

Next, I selected a black nylon bandeau and I knotted a man’s dress shirt around my midriff.

I looked at myself in the mirror and cupped my breasts, lifting them up so that the

bandeau snugged tight against them.

Jeni stepped out of the shower, toweling her hair and saw me looking at myself in the mirror. “Ow!” “You’re out hunting for bear!” she said.

“No, I’m just baiting the trap”.

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