Camping Tail PART 1 [F][Voyeur][public]

“How’re you holding up?” asked Heather, sitting in the seat next to me. It was pitch black outside, nearly 4 a.m. as we barreled down the winding country lane.

“Yeah, I’m doing alright,” I said, “just trying to keep my eyes on the road.”

We had left town about an hour ago, in the middle of the night, shortly after I had closed down the bar and gotten home from work. The car had already been loaded and ready for departure. Seasoned festival veterans, we packed our tents, air mattresses, tarps, tapestries, and o our camping and cooking supplies days in advance. Over the years, we had amassed quite a collection of camp gear. Now that Hulaween had arrived, it was time to put it all to good use. A weekend full of music and dance awaited, nestled amongst the moss-covered live oaks of Suwanee Music Park.

The car was loaded to the brim, trunk stuffed, and back seat piled high with bags filled with cloths and costumes. You could hardly pick out Abby, tucked into the seat behind Heather, half-buried beneath a pile of pillows and thick, comfortable duvets. Abby was one of Heather’s best friends and was joining us for her very first Hulaween. She and Heather had loaded the car while I had been at work. The plan: I was going to drive us down; they were to sleep and rest so they could take charge in setting up camp.

“You should get some sleep, babe,” I said, glancing over. “It’s going to be a long day once we get down there and y’all are gonna have to handle the heavy lifting because I’m gonna need a nap.”

“That’s alright,” she said, “I know you’re tired too. I don’t mind keeping you company on this long drive, especially with all these deer creeping alongside the road.”

“Well thanks, I definitely appreciate having another set of eyes. You never know when one of these suicidal bastards will decide to take themselves out, am I right?” flashing her a quick grin.

Laughter burst from her lips, a pure and melodious sound that cut through the silence of the darkened interior of the car, as a smile spread across her face. There were few things I loved more than making her laugh.

“Well, I thought there might be another way I could help keep you awake and alert,” she said. “I have been waiting for Abby to fall asleep, and I haven’t heard any signs of life from back there in almost an hour.” She was staring at me, her big, blue eyes filled with devious intent. I recognized that look and my mind instantly went to that other thing I loved most.

I watched as she reclined her seat, leaning back and repositioning herself so as to be more comfortable, and to give me a better view. That was when I noticed that one of her hands was already tucked between her legs. Glancing quickly into the rear-view mirror, I confirmed Abby was still asleep, my eyes darting back and forth between the road and the scene unfolding in the seat next to me.

“I have been looking forward to this weekend for a long time,” she said, her voice soft and warm. “I’ve been fantasizing about all the places I want you to fuck me. In the tent. By the fire. In the woods. I even considered sucking your cock on the ride down there, but with the state of the roads, I wouldn’t want to distract you too much. And I want you rock hard and ready when we finally get down there.”

“Heh, good thing I am an expert driver,” I said, barely able to get the words out with a straight face. I watched as her hand worked in a smooth pattern beneath her faded camouflage sweats. Her other hand reached up, slid the seatbelt behind her, and then began to massage her tits. Already, her nipples strained against the well-worn band shirt that covered them.

“You focus on the road… I am going to focus on warming myself up for this weekend. I hope you’re not too tired because I am going to put your stamina to the test,” she said, mockingly. Her hips were rotating in one direction while her hand worked in the other. She bit her lip and arched her back as her free hand pinched a nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Closing her eyes, she moaned softly and tilted her head back against the headrest.

I fought to keep from becoming entranced by what was happening next to me. My eyes cycled from the road, to Heather, to the rearview mirror. I struggled to keep the tires riding the middle of the lane as Heather writhed next to me in pleasure. My adrenaline was pumping, all thoughts of my exhaustion long gone. Blood surging between my legs, sustaining the growing bulge fighting for freedom in my pants. As I watched, Heather lifted her hips and pulled down her sweats. I could just barely see the crease where her thighs met her swollen mound.

Twisting herself slightly, she propped one foot on the dash and the other onto the center console, leaning back against the window. From this position, I could see her wet slit glistening as her fingers spread her lips.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, softly. “Do you like watching me play with my pussy?”

Before I could respond, she pulled her shirt over her head, allowing her breasts to spill out in a fluid, bouncing motion. My jaw dropped as my head spun from the road to her, with a speed and force that, if repeated often enough, would surely leave me with whiplash. I was so surprised by her willingness to strip down while Abby slept in the back that I could hardly make words to reply. Stunned, I could simply mumble a few unintelligible sounds of appreciation and nodded vigorously.

“You just keep your eyes on the road and let me do my thing over here. I’ll do my best not to be too distracting.” Her voice sent a tingling sensation up my spine as I fought to maintain attention to the road. Sacrificing a moment to glance into the rearview mirror, I was relieved to see Abby still asleep.

My mind began to wander. Fantasies of what she might do if she were awake to find her friend fucking herself in the front seat. Would she be shocked? Disgusted? Embarrassed? Or maybe, just maybe, aroused? Turned on by the sight of Heather playing with herself while I watched? I was returned from my momentary fantasy by the loud growl of the tires crossing over the line marking the edge of the lane. My breath caught in my chest and Heather froze as the rumble strips sent vibrations reverberating through the car. A smooth correction brought the wheels back into the center of the lane.

Abby shifted beneath the mound of linens and pillows but did not fully arouse from her slumber. Meanwhile, Heather’s hands sprang to cover her breasts and pussy, knees closed in a comedic attempt at modesty. She shot me a playfully annoyed look, “Seems like I better wrap things up, someone is having too much fun with this.”

“Oh don’t mind me, just an expert driver making sure we arrive alive. By all means, please, continue on,” I replied, with a shit-eating grin plastered on my face.

Heather glanced over her shoulder into the backseat and then fixed me with a sultry stare. She opened her legs and ran her hands down her body. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples before letting her fingers trace their way down her stomach toward her pussy.

“I am so fucking wet,” she moaned, exploring herself with both hands. Her juices clung to her fingers as she pulled them out of her pussy. “Mmm,” she sighed, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking the slick sex from her fingertips before continuing.

Through broken, quick glances, I watched as she used one hand to spread her lips open, while the other began to massage her exposed clit. She started with smooth, rhythmic movements that were matched by soft sounds of her pleasure. Her eyes were closed, and her head leaned back against the window. Her hips began gyrating again as her pace began to increase.

“God this feels so good,” she gasped. Her breath quickened and became more labored.

She slowly slid a finger inside herself, delicately exploring her pussy while her other hand continued its work on her clit. Before long, one finger had become two and then three, each time she plunged them inside herself, it was accompanied by a gasp. As she began to pick up the pace, the squelching sounds of her fingers fucking her wet little pussy began to fill the car. Her moans began arriving louder and quicker. Legs quivering, I could tell that she was getting close when her eyes screwed shut and her toes began to curl. Her mouth hung open, and her breathing seemed to have stopped, only her hands continued, with surgical precision. She fucked herself with three fingers while her other hand frantically ravaged her clit.

Suddenly, a gasp erupted from her lips and her hips bucked as her orgasm arrived. Heather writhed in her seat as the waves of euphoria ripped through her body. She shook as her muscles spasmed. After nearly a minute, the convulsing began to subside. Her moans of pleasure growing more and more subdued with each passing moment. As soon as I looked into the rearview mirror, I could see the glint of a pair of eyes staring back at me from beneath the mountain of pillows and blankets. Unsure of what to do, I tore my eyes from the mirror and looked back at Heather.

“That is going to have to hold me over until we can get that tent set up. After that, I am going to need your fat cock inside me. I really hope Abby is a heavy sleeper because those tent walls are not so thick.” She let out a small giggle, as her hands continued massaging her pussy, albeit at a slower, more controlled pace. She opened her eyes and smiled.

“Oh, she’s definitely a heavy sleeper,” I replied. “She’s still passed out in the back and somehow slept through your performance up front. Now, if I’m not getting any on the ride down there, the least you can do is let me clean off those fingers for you.”

“These fingers?” Heather plunged her fingers back inside of her pussy, letting out an exaggerated moan, before leaning over to present them to my mouth. They were coated in her cum, glistening with her juices.

“Mmhmm,” I used my tongue to guide them into my mouth. As I began to suck them clean, I shot a look into the rearview mirror. I could clearly see Abby watching me lick the cum from Heather’s fingers. Even partially obscured by pillows and darkness, it seemed she was panting quietly, transfixed by what was happening in front of her. But, all I could know for certain, was my cock was throbbing painfully in my pants at the thought of her watching. Before my mind could wander and imagination take control, Heather removed her fingers from my mouth.

“That’s enough,” she said, “it’s time for you to focus on the road and get us to the campgrounds. Plus, I can’t have you satisfying yourself with just the tip. You’ve got a whole lot of pussy to eat this weekend.” Using the same hand that had just been in my mouth, she patted her still dripping cunt, wet slapping sounds echoing throughout the car. With a smile and a quick laugh, she pulled her sweats back up and rooted around on the floorboard for her discarded shirt.

As Heather slid her shirt back over her head, I chanced one more look in the mirror and locked eyes with Abby in the backseat. I wondered at what point she had woken up, and how much she had seen or heard. “Oh, I have a voracious appetite, and after that appetizer, I am oh so hungry.” I thought I saw Abby bite her lip before I returned my eyes to the road. I slammed the gas pedal to the floor and the car lurched forward, barreling through the darkness toward what was sure to be an unforgettable weekend.

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