I guess I should tell you a bit about myself. My name is Rachel, I’m five foot six, fifteen years old, and I have a c cup.
I’ve been with my boyfriend Carl for about three months now. We recently went on a short camping trip, and that’s where this story takes place.
His parents were out of town for the weekend, and he had just gotten his drivers license, and as it worked out, my parents were also away. My older sister was technically in charge of me, but she told me many times that she didn’t give a shit what I did.
On Friday evening, after both our parents were gone, I biked over to his house to help load up his dad’s truck. We loaded the tent, food, cooking items, and everything else. Our plan was to drive up to Tahoe and stay at this secret beach that he had discovered and drive back here Sunday morning.
We got in the truck and started off. That evening was extremely hot, and since it was summer we still had a few more hours of sunlight. I was wearing a sweatshirt over a button down shirt. I hadn’t bothered to put a bra on, and though Carl didn’t know, I was sure he wouldn’t mind. The AC didn’t work in the truck and the windows were stuck up, so it was getting really hot. I removed my sweatshirt, and Carl glanced over and noticed that I wasn’t wearing a bra. “You can take off more if you’re too hot” he said.
I undid the top four buttons on my shirt, just enough to get him excited. We were the only car on the road, so he reached over and began squeezing my boobs. Just to tease him, I began moaning sexually. He unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and I took it off. After a few minutes of us both playing with my tits, he moved his hand down into my pants and began fingering me and rubbing my pussy. “Yes, yes, yes!” I shouted. “Oh fuck!” I shouted as he finally made me orgasm and squirt into my panties. I was still hot and since my panties and pants were still wet, I decided to take them off too. By this time it was getting darker and we were approaching the mountains, so Carl had to concentrate on the road. Since the air cooled down a bit, something loosened up in the truck and we were able to put the windows down. I decided not to put my clothes back on since I liked the cool mountain air blowing against my naked body.
Around 9:30 we arrived at the secret beach on the lake. Obviously we were the only ones there, and we found the perfect place to park and set up everything. By this time my panties were dry from my orgasm, so I put them and my pants back on. I also put my shirt back on, but left it unbuttoned leaving my bare tits exposed.
I began setting up the tent while Carl tried to get the stove working. After the tent was ready, I began helping him cook dinner. After dinner, we washed the dishes in the lake. By this time, the camp fire that I hadn’t noticed him making was huge, and we began roasting marshmallows. After we were done, Carl let the fire die down to embers.
I said, “I suppose I owe you something for the fingering in the car.” “Well”, he said, “I have had a raging boner all evening from seeing you run around with those boobs.” “I’ll see what I can do about it”
I leaned over to him and unzipped his jeans. I pulled off his pants and boxers and took his dick in my hand. I slowly worked my hand up and down his erection until it was at its full length. Then I started sucking it, swirling the head with my tongue. I began moving my head up and down faster and faster. He shouted “oh shit, I think I’m gonna cum!” I took it out of my mouth and rubbed it faster and faster with my hands until he cummed on the campfire.
After a few minutes of sitting there in each others embrace, we got up, put the fire out, hung the bear bag, and got in our sleeping bag. We were both really tired, so after a little kissing, we both fell asleep.
When I woke up, the sun was up along with Carl and my watch said 7:30.