I love camping. I went to camp as a kid, not the nice camps with air conditioning and a pool, the kind with ancient cabins that are barely closed to the elements. The camp was on a lake that was not the best for swimming in, but it was the only option. My family also would go to a campground every year for the week of the Fourth of July. The same families had been renting at this campground for years and usually the place was booked years in advance by the same families. Yes, it was a first come, first serve basis, but no one wanted to book the place up to three years in advance.
Therefore, it was the same families, and generations of families, that were there that week, every year, since sometime in the 60s. Every now and then, new families would come, and others would stop coming, but everyone knew everyone. Obviously, because we were not all related, it was fun to have crushes on the other kids when we were young, someone we only really saw once a year. Nothing much really ever came of that, nothing lasting at least.
When I was old enough, I remember thinking of all the places where it would be fun to have sex. There was a lot of opportunity for potential spots you could go, but there was also the real possibility of getting caught as people wandered all over the place. I remember when I was a little younger, one of the older girls brought her boyfriend. They ended up bringing a tent and setting it up somewhere down the beach that was not immediately visible from the camp. However, I think it took about 20 minutes for someone to spot them while taking a walk.
So, I learned from their mistakes. You could bring a tent for sure but putting it in a clear area on the beach was not the right way to go. I also thought that the old, unused outdoor oven that was covered up in the middle of the woods would be a cool spot. I had found it when I was exploring one day; sitting out in the middle of the woods it looked how I imagined ruins of old towns looked. Random structures that are the only part left standing from a forgotten place. I think I showed some younger kids the place a few years later and they would call it “the ruins” ever since.
There was a community house that was used at nighttime for people to hang out and maybe play cards or pool in, but it was often empty. Some years there would be an old TV that would show up in there, but it would often disappear and show up again a few years later. It only played VHS tapes so it was limited on what we could watch on it.
Finally, there was an old chapel that was attached to an area where it looked like they had meetings of some kind. The chapel was never used, and everything in there was rundown and old. The campground had been some kind of religious place in the past or had been used for religious reasons it seemed. Now it just sat empty. There were pews and an old confession area built into the wall of the building. I assume that is what it was because there was a screen divider in the middle that allowed only one way viewing.
Those were the main contenders for places I could go for sex. I just had to find my opportunity.
That opportunity came several years later when I invited a guy, I was hanging out with to come with me to the campground. I did not live in the state at that time, but I would hang out with him occasionally when I came back to visit. He was a lot of fun but he was not the most creative person so I had to convince him that having sex in some of those places would be fine.
When we arrived, I did the big hello, walking around and saying hello to everyone. We usually arrived at nighttime and everyone would hang out at the fire or just by their cabins and wander around chatting. After that I was interested in getting him to go with me to one of the places I had laid out as potential spots.
The woods were out, I was worried about getting hurt out there and it was kind of creepy, we would not know if there was someone watching. We couldn’t go into the community building because I saw there were teenagers hanging out there. The beach was unwise because there were a lot of couples taking walks. This left the chapel.
The chapel was also creepy at night. Because it was abandoned and run down, it looked like something out of a horror movie. My date for the week, I guess I will call him L, nearly turned around and walked out.
“Come on,” I said, “it’s not that bad. Plus, I’m really horny and we haven’t hooked up in forever.”
“This place is super creepy, and it feels weird to screw in a place like this.”
“Yeah, but they took out all the religious stuff a long time ago and it’s fine. Come on, it’s fun,” I encouraged him.
“Let’s come back later,” he told me.
I rolled my eyes, but I knew he wouldn’t wait too long. He wasn’t the best at holding out.
“Okay fine,” I said, “but know that we cannot hook up in the cabins because there are no private rooms, and all the beds are single bunk beds. It’s not going to happen.”
He nodded, not looking so sure anymore.
“Oh, fuck it,” he said.
I grabbed the blanket out of the bag I had brought with us and looked around for a spot to go. My eyes fell on the old confessional built into the wall. There were doors on both sides, but one of the doors had a window and the other did not. The second one is the one I reached for.
“You can’t be serious,” he eyed the small nook inside skeptically.
“Do you have a better idea?” I asked. “I really don’t want to get caught and this is our best option. There is even a little latch so someone couldn’t open it.”
He shrugged and helped me set up the blanket. He climbed inside first and I pulled off my panties, leaving my sundress on, and climbed in on top of him. I straddled him as I leaned over to pull the door shut behind us. And I latched the latch.
Not wanting to waste time, I leaned in and kissed him. At first, he seemed a little hesitant and jumpy, pulling away at the smallest sound, even sounds we made ourselves. Eventually he
got much more into what we were doing and calmed down. This allowed me the confidence that he would not suddenly stop if we went further, and he suddenly got spooked. As far as public sex goes, this was nothing. It was a relatively abandoned area. Not a place where people almost ever went. But it is not for everyone. There are a lot that would prefer to only have relations in the quiet and privacy of their own bed.
Eventually, L stopped making out with me to start focusing his attention elsewhere on my body. He trailed his lips and tongue over my collar bone, moving to my secret sensitive spot, somewhere on my neck. The small sighs and moans that escaped from me urged him further, he slid his hands down my sides, coming to rest on my hips.
He used his grip on my hips to push me down onto his lap. The thick fabric of his pants was the only thing between him and I. He slid me back and forth in his lab, the movement pushing against my clit and making me want to push harder on him. Wanting to get to the next part, L pulled the straps of the dress up so he could pull the whole thing off me, letting it fall to the floor. My naked skin was exposed to the semi cold air of the building that had not had a working furnace since long before that night. My bra was the only piece left and I unlatched it while lifting myself up so he could pull down the waistband of his pants. I gripped him in my hand, working him before I guided him into me, and we started to move. Unfortunately, the bench we were on was super old and therefore squeaked loudly. We ignored it and continued to move together, picking up the speed as we fell into rhythm together. He used his hands to continue to guide me.
Our heavy breathing and moans began to pick up in volume, luckily though, not too loud. I slowed as I picked up the sounds of people talking and walking, and they were clear enough to know that someone was coming into the old building.
“Here is the old chapel,” a female voice told someone, or someone’s, “it is one of the spookiest places on the campground. Lots of people have seen unexplainable things here, and others have seen glowing shapes or dark shadows moving around at night.”
Oh geez, someone was giving a ghost tour. That was not good news for us because this was probably the creepiest place on site, and they may want to look around.
I heard footsteps nearing our little hideaway. This time a male voice, MUCH closer to us, asked, “What’s in here?” He must have pulled on the handle because it rattled. Thank goodness for the latch, otherwise we would have been in trouble.
“Oh, don’t pull anything open,” the female voice called out, “there may be things living in there and typically they try and lock up things like that. If it is not unlocked, don’t mess with it.”
Surprisingly, through all this, L was still hard and inside of me as we had frozen in place. I heard the footsteps recede as they moved further into the chapel. I knew they would take a while, and we couldn’t exactly pop out at them, so I looked at L and shrugged.
I took my hand and covered his mouth, starting to move again slowly on top of him. After he got over his initial shock, he started moving with me, using his hands on my hips to guide the movements. The bench squeaked once, so he pulled me against him, stood up, and propped me against the stone wall of the building.
My legs wrapped around him, he used our new, more quiet position, to really get into what we were doing. He slammed into me, my entire body was pressed against the wall, so the only sounds we were making were the muffled moans and sighs we were trying to hold in. I still had my hand over his mouth, but that was not working too well. I also was having a hard time, so I buried my face in his shoulder, the muffled moans seemed to get him going even more.
As we raced towards the end, it seemed like we cared less about the sounds we were making, so turned on by the possibility of getting caught. As I came undone, my pussy clamping down on him, he swelled inside of me and followed me over the edge.
Our finale must not have been as quiet as we hoped, however, as I heard someone in the group from the other side of the building say, “What was that?”
L tried to untangle us quietly but the sound of my ass hitting the bench let out a loud bang. This was followed by the sound of running footsteps, desperate to exit the building.
I found out later that there were three people in there that night, they still tell the story of their ghost experience in the chapel. I think it’s funny, but I don’t have the heart to tell them what they were really hearing that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nwizh8/hooking_up_while_camping_inside_an_abandoned