A girl’s weekend away camping. Not my usual idea of fun, but I like to say ‘Why not’ more than ‘No’. So away we go. It’s a long trip, about five hours south of Sydney. And we had to carry everything in. I mean everything. And, it pains me to say it, there were no showers!

We had gotten through two nights already. I felt baked, sun-kissed, earthy and a little tired – sleeping on yoga mats wasn’t really cutting it. We had been out swimming and eating soggy salad on the beach and came back to camp, to find a few new campers (three couples) had arrived. We joined in, in helping them set up. It was difficult not to feel a little self-conscious of my few-days-camping body.

When everything was set up, we all joined around the campsite, we shared our red wine and damper, and they their fresh salads and fruits and just barely cool beers. With the dimming light, full bellies and rose cheeks we all went to bed.

I had a sleepless night. My neck felt skewed, and my back was needing something more than a bit of foam. So, I slipped out of bed to stretch and walk around in the cool, to tire myself out.

I walked towards the water and was surprised to see I wasn’t alone.

Two of the husbands were standing with their feet in the water, slowly wanking each other. It was such an unusual sight, they were not kissing, or groping each other, but softly talking as they stroked the others cock. The realisation of the situation hit the three of us at the same time. One guys’ fingers went to his lips, to indicate to be quiet – or it’s a secret. The other beckoned me over.

I hesitated, long enough for the other to join in his beckoning. I hesitated, but their soft glint of their wicked smiles, and the unexpected sensuality of the situation made me think, ‘Why not’.

Why the fuck not.

A hand reached into my singlet top, pulling it aside to reach for my breasts. Another pulled down at my loose shorts, and reached into pants, running their fingers softly over my mons, and seeking out my clit, then into my warming pussy hole, and drawing my juice over my clit again. Soon I moaned, and found fingers on my lips, reminding me to be quiet.

Expert fingers plied and teased me, and soon I had my two hands on two cocks. While I was aching for me, it was clear there was no condom, so no sex, but how I ached for them both. Their fingers sought out my orgasm, and it was happening quicker than I was expecting, just as their cocks were thickening and pulsing in my hand.

The cold ocean waved cooled my feet, as I came, barely able to stand in the surf. Trying not to moan or yelp, I soon felt warm jets of cum against my thighs and abdomen.

Our giggles had to be contained as much as our moans, and soon we separately tip-toed back to our separate tents. Funnily, it was the best night sleep I had while camping.