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 Camping

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I feel embarrassed even having this fantasy, let alone writing it down.

 

We’re camping at a lovely site in the South of France - big placements, lots of trees, plenty for the kids to do. Next to us is a youngish chap on his own; fit, tanned, blond, obviously does a lot of walking and biking. He doesn’t seem to speak English and I don’t speak his language so we just smile at each other and I cast surreptitious glances at his tall muscular body.

 

One of the disadvantages of camping is having to get up in the night to go to the loo, especially when you’ve had a lot of red wine the night before. The loos are a long way away and the site is very quiet and dark, so I’ve got into the habit of just squatting over by the hedge instead of putting shoes and dressing gown on to walk for a couple of hundred yards. It’s quicker and it means I can get back to whichever fantasy I was working on.

 

One night I get up about 5 in the morning, I suppose it must be. There’s a full moon and it’s quite warm. As I go over to the hedge I notice movement from the next emplacement, and see that my neighbour is standing there, stark naked, holding his cock. He’s facing sideways on to me. I freeze. He gives a little shudder and a jet of pee spurts from his cock, sparkling in the moonlight. Suddenly he catches sight of me in my white nightie. He doesn’t seem shocked or worried, just carries on peeing magnificently with his legs apart and his hips jutting forward.

 

The sight of his large cock and nude maleness makes me wet between the legs. I also need to pee urgently. When he’s finished he shakes the drops off it and stands there looking at me, totally unabashed. He gives a little gesture to say, your turn now.

 

I can’t help myself. I lift my nightie when I stand, spread my feet, and release a flood of piss onto the grass. I feel a hot blush spreading up my face even as I wantonly expose myself to him. I even spread my lips apart with my fingertips so that he can see the jet gushing from my peehole.

 

When I’ve finished I stand there trembling. He comes over and kneels between my legs, then applies his open mouth to my pussy. I know what he wants somehow, and manage to eject a final squirt of pee. He kisses my pussy gently and stands up. He holds up 4 fingers and lifts his eyebrows interrogatively, then goes back to his tent.

 

Next day I am so embarrassed I can’t even look in his direction. Fortunately he goes out for the day and comes back just as darkness is falling. I spend the day wondering what his signals meant, and finally decide that he wants to meet me that night at 4 a.m. What does he want to do? I blush hotly every time I try to imagine, and have to tell my husband that I’m having hot flushes, a little early in my case.

 

I drink quite a lot in the evening, and wake up sometime during the night. It’s 3.30 a.m. by my watch. I lie there trying to ignore the urge to pee, and getting extremely horny in the process. 4 a.m. comes, and I get up, without walking hubby or the kids. It’s another warm moonlit night, and he’s already waiting by his tent, naked, powerful, his cock large but flaccid.

 

Trembling, I walk over to him, pull my nightie off over my head and kneel in front of him. He smiles at me, grasps his cock and plants his feet apart. The warm liquid splashes over my breasts and runs down my stomach and onto my thighs. He hoses me down with his piss, avoiding my face but covering all the rest of my body. With a shudder he finishes and shakes his cock dry. I kneel there, wet and quivering, wondering if I dare do what I want to.

 

I stand up and put my hand on his shoulder, indicating that he should lie down. He does so, a quiet smile on his lips. I straddle him with my feet and squat down over his stomach, pulling my lips apart so that he can see. With an effort I release my muscles and start to void my bladder, gushing over his hips and stomach. Still peeing, I work my way up to his chest, watching the liquid running off his sides. His mouth is open. I squat over his face and sink down so that my pussy is resting against his mouth. I can feel him swallowing as I squirt the last of my pee down his throat.

 

Without warning an orgasm ripples through me, sending me off-balance. I lean forward, supporting my hands on the grass, and grind my clit against his wet nose, shuddering in my release.

 

As we get up I see that his cock is now erect, long, straight and thick. He doesn’t make a move towards me, though, so I hold up 4 fingers and he nods. What will we do tomorrow night?

 

 

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