This story came out a lot longer than I thought it would. As a result, I’m splitting it into (what should be) three parts. The first part is a little short on the sexyness, but the next two parts should make up for it. It’s another story about Sally and mine’s college adventures. It’s earlier in our relationship, and we were getting to be much more adventurous. Previously, we only really had our dorm rooms for sex. This was going to be our first time in a new locale.
The summer after our second year in college, I invited her to come on my family’s annual camping trip. We had done this trip since I was eight. As a kid, we spent it hiking and fishing. My family is from a rural area, so we had lots of land that was mostly forest with a small river running through it. My bringing guests wasn’t unusual in and of itself, as I’d often invite a couple of friends from high school to come along. This was, however, the first time that my guest was female.
That in and of itself presented a problem, as my parents are deeply conservative. However, going off to college, and dating Sally especially, caused me to shed their restrictive attitudes about sex. I didn’t really do hookups, but I didn’t think that pre-marital sex was a world-ending thing either. (I still had to act the part when I went home, though.) Ironically, Sally’s parents held many of the same beliefs, and that’s what got my parents to let her come on the trip. A half-hour phone call from my parents to hers convinced them that we were all good, God-fearing Christians and that our faith would prevent us from falling prey to sin. (I was in the room when my Mom told Sally’s parents this. I nearly choked on my drink. We were definitely planning on sinning.)
Even though we were both adults, my parents still insisted on ground rules though. Sally would have to sleep in a separate tent. There would be a 9PM curfew for prayer before bed. Our bags would be checked for “inappropriate” items. (Read: Condoms. A pointless check, though, as Sally was on the pill. Thank God (?) for university healthcare systems.)
The day of the trip finally arrived. When Sally got out of her car, my heart jumped. Just for a second, I thought she’d pick one of her more provocative outfits to wear to meet my parents. She knew my parents “type” though, having grown up in a similar environment. She was wearing jeans and a baggy flannel shirt, buttoned up to the neck. For a finishing touch, she even wore a small gold cross on a chain over her shirt. We hugged, then went inside where my parents laid out the aforementioned ground rules. Sally kept a straight face and agreed to it all. (Although, I did text her a couple days beforehand to keep any “incriminating” items out of her bag.)
We spent the day at home, with my parents taking time to get to know Sally. After dinner, my parents put her on the pull-out couch for the night. I thought about sneaking down to her in the middle of the night for a quickie, but realized I’d have to go right past my parents room. Our home is old and the floors creak like a haunted house. We’d get caught in an instant and the resulting drama would be legendary. I bet that she had the same idea too, so I texted her a warning, getting a frowny face in response.
The next morning, all of us started hiking into the forest, arriving at our traditional campsite mid-afternoon. The site was a small clearing, about 100 feet in diameter and surrounded by trees on all sides, with a fire pit in the center. There were a couple of paths heading off into the forest. One went off to the river, while the other looped around as a hiking trail. Before we could get to the fun though, we had to make camp. I went over to help Sally stake down her tent. It was still hot out, so she undid a couple of buttons on her shirt while she worked. As she bent over to drive in the stakes, she teased me by giving me glimpses down her shirt.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. The rest of the night didn’t. I waited until about 11PM to be sure my parents were asleep. Earlier in the day, I whispered to Sally the details of the night’s meetup. We’d go to her tent, as it was set furthest from everyone else’s. Carefully unzipping my tent, I crept to her tent, taking the long way around the clearing to avoid making any noise. I unzipped her tent and slipped inside.
Sally was tucked inside her sleeping bag. As I crawled inside, she propped herself up on her elbows with a smile. The sleeping bag slipped down, and I saw that she was wearing this sexy black bra that I knew went with an equally sexy thong. I moved alongside her, unzipped the side of the sleeping bag, and slid in next to her. “It took you long enough,” she whispered in my ear. In response, I reached down between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. It was already wet. She must have done some “prep work” herself. She let out a sigh, and pulled me in for a kiss. I ran my other hand through her hair, before grabbing the front of her thong and making a flossing kind of motion. The fabric rubbed against her clit, eliciting a moan of pleasure. I could feel her juices coating my fingers.
“Want to try something interesting?” I asked. She nodded with a smile. I knew the sleeping bags we owned had zipper tabs on both the inside and the outside, so I reached down and pulled it all the way up. The only open part of the bag was the top. We were trapped tightly against each other now. She laughed and squirmed against me in encouragement. I moved my hand from her pussy to unzip my pants and took out my cock. I could feel it pressing against her hips and belly. Sliding down into the bag slightly, I got myself lined up between her legs. Pulling her thong to the side, I started moving back up the bag. With one hand around my cock and the other grabbing her shoulder for leverage, I pressed myself into her. Sally bit down on my shoulder to silence a cry. She was starting to breathe harder, her tits rhythmically pressing into my chest. Normally I don’t enter her all in one motion, as she’s usually pretty tight, so I paused to let her body adjust to my cock’s width. I used the moment to pull on her bra straps, exposing her breasts.
After a minute, Sally finally let go of my shoulder and rested her head on her pillow. I took that as my cue to start pumping my hips. I didn’t have a lot of room, so my strokes were short. “Try this,” Sally whispered. She took control and rolled both of us over onto my back. Shifting herself up slightly on her elbows, she gave me enough room. I grabbed her ass and started pumping as hard as I could. If I looked down the sleeping bag, I could see the outline of her breasts bouncing. “Yes, yes, yes,” she said, over and over, eyes closed. She was getting louder, so I reached up was a hand, pulled her head in, and silenced her with a kiss. I could feel her exclaiming into my mouth. It put me over the edge. I slammed my cock into her pussy and blew my load.
Both Sally and I went limp. As we lay on top of each other, catching our breath, I whispered to her, “That was fun.”
“Do you think we got caught?”
I listened for a few seconds, but didn’t hear any motion. “I think we’re OK.”
Sally reached down, unzipped the sleeping bag, and rolled out. She let out a sigh and said with a smile, “It was really hot in there.” As I looked over at Sally, she was all sweaty and her bra was lifted up to her shoulders. I spent a few seconds admiring her tits. She gave her torso a brief shake, jiggling them.
Now that my brain had a monopoly on my blood supply, a thought occurred to me. “How did you get that outfit past my parents?”
“I stashed it in my car, then went out the window to get it.” That made sense, as the pull-out couch sat right under a set of windows, so she didn’t have to cross our creaky floors.
I glanced over at her bag. “What else did you manage to sneak in?”
She smiled. “That’s a secret.”
Suddenly, I heard a twig crack outside. Someone was moving outside. I dived into her sleeping bag to hide, while Sally quickly pulled her bra down and threw on a t-shirt. She stuck her head outside and I heard my Dad. “Is everything OK? I heard voices and rustling from your tent,” he asked.
I froze, but Sally kept her cool. She let out an embarrassed sigh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said, “I was having trouble finding my tampons.”
There was a long, awkward pause. I heard my Dad stumble over his words, “Oh… Ah… You find them?”
“Yep.”
“Um… OK. Good night.” I heard my Dad walk off. I hoped he wouldn’t look too closely at my tent too.
I poked my head out of the sleeping bag. “Did he check my tent?” I asked.
Sally stuck her head back out and watched him leave. “Nope. He was pretty embarrassed.”
I let out a relieved sigh. “That was awesome,” I told her.
She leaned in close to me. “Now you owe me,” she told me with a smile. That was a debt I was looking forward to paying.
I ended up staying in her tent for a few minutes, waiting for my Dad to go back to sleep. We spent it curled up next to each other, making out. As we kissed, I slid my hands under her shirt, enjoying the feel of her curves. Sally started nibbling my neck, working her way down. She skipped down to my pants, where my cock was still hanging out. I let out a sigh as I felt her mouth close around my shaft, licking me clean. When she let me go, I pulled her up face-to-face with me and turned her around. Sally snuggled up against me. Rubbing my cock on her ass, I ran a hand up under her shirt and started playing with her breasts.
Unfortunately, it getting to be well past midnight. The longer I wasn’t in my tent, the greater the chance that one of my Dad’s nightly bathroom trips would catch me out. I whispered that I had to go. Sally replied with a pout, “Now you really owe me.” At the time, I didn’t realize what she meant. Slipping out of her tent, I returned to my sleeping bag and fell asleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c72d02/fun_with_sally_2_the_camping_trip_mf_part_1