My Camping Trip Gets Wet

“Are you sure that they don’t mind us going up a day early?” I asked, readjusting my pack. “I don’t want to give them the wrong impression.”

“The wrong impression?” Charlie asked.

“That I am taking over this camping trip,” I said.

Charlie laughed. He stopped to lean against a tree, brushing a stray drop of rain from his jacket.

Damn he looks good, I thought.

“You are worrying for no reason, Steph.”

“I am just nervous I guess—about meeting your friends.”

Charlie unslung his backpack and handed me a water bottle. “Don’t be,” he said. “They are going to like you just as much as I do.” As I took a drink, he kissed me across the cheek, water dribbling from my chin.

“Hey!” I said, blushing a vibrant shade of pink. I kissed him back and he pulled me in closer. The way he held my chin with his hands made me want more. I gently rested my hand on his chest.

“We are almost there,” he said with another kiss.

“When you asked me to come camping with you, I didn’t know it was going to take all day to get there,” I said, pressing against his chest. “And that there would be rain.”

“A few drops doesn’t count as raining. Besides, it warm. Trust me, for complete seclusion—totally worth it,” said Charlie, zipping close his backpack.

Complete seclusion, I thought, eying the subtle bulge in his shorts when he turned around. I wonder what he means by that. I bit my lip. If—he means anything by that.

After a few weeks of seeing each other, Charlie and I had only ever kissed. And while making out was fun—every time he kissed me, every time I felt his tongue against mine—I was curious for more.

Should I be the one to make the first move, I thought as we continued through the woods. After a few weeks together—what if kissing is all he is interested in with me.

“What are you thinking about?” Charlie asked with a grin.

“Nothing!” I blurted, then blushed.

Charlie gave a confused smile. “Strange reply—” He gestured his hand forward. “We’re here!”

The trees opened into a small glade set nestled at the base of a mountain, a babbling river flowing into a small pond not far from where we stood. Dense clouds loomed on the distant horizon.

“Its beautiful,” I said, setting down my pack.

“Your beautiful,” Charlie whispered. A moment later her cringed. “Sorry—that was kind of awkward.”

“And kind of predictable,” I said. “But thank you.” I watched as he casually traced my legs with his eyes, stopping briefly where my booty shorts covered my upper thighs. When he noticed me noticing, he turned away.

“We usually camp down the river a bit,” he said, looking over his shoulder with a grin. “I’ll show you.”

I hope you do, I thought. “Tell me what to do,” I said.

“Huh?” he asked.

“Tell me where to go, I meant,” I said, though he didn’t reply.

We stopped at a clearing just before the stream entered the pond. Charlie unpacked with the efficiency of experience. Setting down a tarp, propping up our tent, creating a stone lined firepit, all while I barely unpacked my sleeping bag and cloths.

“What now,” I asked, sitting across the fire.

“We relax,” Charlie shrugged, snapping a twig, then tossing it into the fire. “We have another hour or so before the sun falls behind the mountains.”

“Hey, Charlie?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow in my direction. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Not invite my girlfriend for a weekend of camping?” Charlie said. “Thanks for agreeing.”

Girlfriend, I thought. It made me smile hearing it out loud. I unzipped my jacket and let it fall around my shoulders—flickering warmth from the flame tickling my skin. When I looked up to ask Charlie something, I noticed him ogling my chest—my bra poking above my tank top.

I pretended not to notice, turning away to look at the stream.

“We could probably walk around the pond once before it got too dark,” Charlie said. He snuffed the fledgling flame, then took my hand.

We were halfway around the pond when the rain came pouring. The tension I had put on myself seemed to have washed away as we laughed our way, sopping, back to camp. Charlie had enough forethought to put up our tent under the boughs of a wide tree, so it was mostly dry.

Charlie started another fire, getting it burning brightly against the quickly darkening night sky. I shivered in my drenched cloths, then snuggled close to him.

“Hey,” I whispered. When he turned, I kissed him, pressing into him. He pulled me in, our kissing starting to burn with a passion that rivaled the fire.

Trembling, I put my hand on his thigh, gently moving it up and down. When he kissed me harder, I moved my hand higher until I felt the tip of his cock. I didn’t stop, rubbing over his shorts with what little grip I had.

He put his hand on my thigh, his fingers working beneath my booty shorts. I grabbed his cock harder, trying to get my hand fully around it. He put his other hand on my chest, squeezing at my bra.

I moaned, and he pulled his hands away.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my breath sporadic. “It felt good—is all.”

He took a breath, putting space between us. “I am the one that should be sorry,” he said. He stood up to put another log in the fire, then sat further away.

My emotions ebbed. Is he not interested in me? Am I doing something wrong? Does he realize he just isn’t that into me? “I—I uh think I am going to go change into some dry cloths,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Steph,” Charlie said, reading straight through me.

I opened the tent and started to rummage for different cloths. A moment later Charlie followed. He fumbled with a question that he couldn’t quite get out.

“I am really into you, Charlie,” I blurted out. “I mean—really into you.” My breath caught in my chest. “But—if you aren’t into me—in that kind of way—I understand.”

“I’ve never been—” he began.

“With a transgirl?” I asked.

“With anyone in a—sexual way,” he said. “Wait, did you think that because you’re a transgirl I didn’t want to get intimate?”

My heart skipped a beat. “I—didn’t know.”

Charlie smiled, then wrapped his arms around me. “Steph, I know you’re a transgirl, that doesn’t bother me at all. I just have never—done more, with anyone.”

“Neither have I,” I said. That seemed to make him relax. “I have been kind of—fantasizing about exploring that with you.”

He grinned. “I’ve fantasized about that too. How about—”

I threw myself at him. I bit down on his lip, feeling for his cock. He unzipped my jacket and let it fall to the ground, the night air sending a shiver down my body. I didn’t let it bother me, reaching beneath his shirt to put my palm against him, his body warm and inviting.

A branch snap outside, but we ignored it.

I grabbed his cock from the outside of his shorts. Damn he is hard, I thought. I had thought about this moment a thousand times. I wonder if—

I dropped to my knees, fumbling to untie the strings on the waistband. I could barely breath as I finally loosened the strings, sliding down his shorts to let them fall around his ankles.

My hands were trembling as I grabbed hold of his cock.

“You are so hard,” I whispered as I stroked his shaft, looking up at him. He let out a soft groan of pleasure as I gripped him with both hands, tugging softly. “What do you want me to do?” I asked coyly.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, reaching down, and feeling beneath my bra.

I moaned, and his cock throbbed in my hand. He squeezed my boob harder, pinching the piercing on my nipple. Charlie looked at my legs, focusing on my shoes, about to say something but somehow nervous.

With one hand I stroked the tip of his cock, teasing the head. With my other hand I slipped off my shoes. Slowly I slid off my socks and Charlie moaned. I wiggled out of my booty shorts; my thong tight against my ass.

“Do you like my bare feet?” I whispered, guessing as he gawked. My hand was wet with precum, and his cock slicker with every moment.

“I do,” Charlie replied with a tone of embarrassment.

I brought my feet closer together, leaning forward and sticking out my ass. A dribble of precum threatened to drip. I opened my mouth, pressing the tip of his cock against my tongue—eagerly taking it.

I continued to tease with my tongue, tracing the tip and then slowly working down the shaft. “Don’t stop,” Charlie whispered as I licked his balls, sucking on one and then the other. I slurped the tip of his cock, holding it just barely in my mouth.

“Lay down,” I whispered. “And take off your shirt.”

We kissed briefly as he laid back on the sleeping bags, shirt tossed to the corner of the tent. I kept my bra and thong on, readjusting my tuck. I am so horny right now, I thought. I can’t believe this is finally happening.

I put my feet in his lap. His warm cock felt good against my soles. I leaned back, a little awkward at first with the footjob until I got the rhythm the way he liked it. Charlie moaned, grabbing my toes, and pressing them around his cock.

He grabbed my ankle and pulled my foot closer. I hummed as he kissed my heel, moving across the arch to my toes. I kept the other foot on his cock, stroking him harder with my hand. I liked the way his balls jiggled when I tugged.

I giggled as he sucked my toes—finding a unique pleasure in it. Charlie seemed to be really into it.

When he let go of my ankle, I spun around onto my stomach—feet in the air. I put my mouth around the tip of his cock, slowly sucking, taking it deeper. I gripped his balls, testing how far I could take it before gagging.

I focused, getting my lips all the way down to his balls, his cock fully down my throat. I looked up at him and lost concentration, gagging. Thick throat bubbles dripped out of my mouth.

"Sorry," I said embarrassed. "I am still new to this."

"Do it again," Charlie whispered.

I used my fingers to collect the spittle collecting at the base of his cock, quickly slurping up as I took it deep again. I could feel the tip as it pushed past my tonsils, gagging briefly. It was like swallowing something massive, warm, and throbbing.

I pulled back with a gasp, spitting on his cock. More, I thought. I want it more.

Charlie grabbed hold of my ponytail, gently thrusting as I sucked. It was sloppier than I expected, gagging on, and gulping down his cock loudly. I went until I had to catch my breath, my mouth wet with precum.

“Your turn to lay back,” Charlie whispered, pushing me onto my back.

He kissed down my body. I stopped his hands when they got to my thong.

“Are you sure?” I asked nervously.

“Only if you want it,” he said. I look a breath, then let go of his hands.

He slid off my thong, kissing my feet and then down my legs. My breathing narrowed and grew shallow as he spread my legs, untucking my semi-limp cock. I gave a faltering moan as he took me in his mouth.

With his other hand he fingered at my ass, pushing in with one finger. “Yes!” I moaned. He slid in a second finger. “Yes!” I squeezed my breasts as he fingered my asshole. He grabbed my hips and spun me onto my knees.

My body quivered as he stuck his tongue in my ass. “I want you,” I whispered, “I want you in me.” I leaned back and grabbed his cock, pulling it toward my ass.

I got on all fours, stroking his cock. I pressed the tip into my ass, clenching my jaw with the unexpected pain and pleasure. It is so tight. I started to sway back and forth, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into me.

I took him in until I felt his balls against me. Slowly he pulled out, then back in. I moaned uncontrollably, moving faster and faster. I leaned forward, reaching down, and caressing his balls with each thrust.

Its happening, I realized. I am finally getting fucked in the ass.

Charlie pulled out with a thwap, my asshole gaping. “Lay back,” I whispered, straddling him with my ass toward him. I put my feet on his abs, grabbing his cock and sliding it back into my asshole.

He grabbed my toes as I rode him reverse cowgirl. I rode soft at first, arching my back. I looked over my shoulder and watched him, eyes fixated on his cock slipping in and out of me. I rode harder, pounding his cock, listening to his moans growing shallow. “I—I am going to cum,” he whispered.

I took his cock fully, feeling it throb all the way inside me. Charlie’s breathing settled after the final pulse. Slowly I pulled out, letting his cum drip from my ass onto his cock. I pulled my cheeks apart, watching the cum pour over his cock.

Like the edge of a full glass, I slurped up his cum, licking up every last bit. He let out a long, pleasant breath as he watch me. I looked at him and opened my mouth, showing him the cum on my tongue, then I swallowed.

I savored the cum in my throat. Satisfying, I thought.

I curled up next to his naked body.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“Incredible.”

He ran a finger along my torso, then stopped. “Wait—you didn’t cum yet.”

I blushed. “It’s okay—it’s harder for me. And that was pleasurable, I promise!”

“No, no,” he said, stretching his hand down my leg. “What can I do?”

I reached behind me, feeling his cock growing harder. As I looked over my shoulder we kissed. “Fuck me, again,” I whispered, laying back and spreading my legs.

Charlie got on his knees, lifting my legs so that my feet rested on his shoulders. I grabbed his cock, guiding it into my asshole. It slid in seamlessly. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of him throbbing inside me.

“Harder,” I whispered, grabbing my own dick, and stroking it. His balls tapped me with each thrust. “Don’t stop.”

Charlie turned his head and kissed my ankle, then started licking my toes. I moaned at the combinations of pleasure. Enjoying the moment. I could feel that I was about to cum.

“Don’t stop—I—I am going to cum!”

Charlie pulled out just as I orgasmed. I leaned forward, cumming on his cock between faltering breaths.

I gasped blissfully, then pushed him onto his back, licking my cum from his cock. It wasn’t as much as his, but enough to play with in my mouth to his enjoyment. I swallowed the last drop, then we both sat back again.

“Wow,” I whispered again.

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Me either.”

He pressed a stray hair away from my cheek. “We should probably get something to eat before it gets too dark,” he said. “And then—later we could—”

“Do it all over?” I asked excited.

“Just what I was thinking,” Charlie grinned. He opened the flap of the tent. “And, if you wanted, we could try—oh!”

“What is it?” I gasped.

“Hey guys,” Charlie stuttered. “I—thought you weren’t going to show up until tomorrow?”

I glanced out of the tent and saw two other couples sitting silently around the fire. “We wanted to surprise you and Steph,” one said.

There was a long silence. “Surprise!” another said.

I held my face in my hands. How long have they been sitting there? Were they just—listening as we—fucked?

They all laughed. “Hey Steph,” said a girl sitting closest to our tent. “It is nice to meet you.”

“We have heard all about you,” the guy sitting next to her said. She slapped his arm.

“Don’t listen to him, he is just jealous,” she said warmly. “I am glad you came.”

I looked at Charlie, glanced at his cock, then bit my lip. “Me too.”