Camping with Rachel and Meghan (Cont’d from A New Town and a New Girl)

The air is crisp. The smell of mildew, flowers and fresh grass comes up my nose, igniting a wonderful sense of relaxation. I feel a slight tickle on my chest – a small buzz, scratching gently. I open my eyes laying next to me is the most beautiful person in the world. Rachel is asleep, breathing softly, tucked in on my right side with my arm underneath her, wrapped around her shoulder. I turn over and give her a gentle kiss on the forehead which causes a stir.

We’re in our room at a cottage beach house in the countryside that we rented for a week along with Allan, a bunch of our friends and Meghan. I gently roll her off to the side, trying the best I can not to disturb her sleep. I give her another kiss on the forehead and get up. Once I’m off the bed, she rolls onto her back.

I walk out to the common room and see Meghan eating breakfast. “Good morning,” I greeted her.
She smiles and gives me a “good morning, how did you sleep?”
“It was nice,” I replied. She snickers. “Get your mind out of the gutter!” I joked.
“I was expecting some wall to wall screaming and humping,” she retorted. “But I guess you are more of the sensual type.”
“We just slept!”
“I believe him,” yelled Allan walking out of his room. “A few of us tried to take a peek a few times but all they did was be all cutesy with each other, snuggling like dolls.”
“Were they at least naked?” Meghan asks.
“Nah, good thing too,” he says. “Last thing Phil needs is a bunch of us with images of his bare ass in our heads!”
“That’s too bad,” says Meghan. “Because with his butt, you’re also missing out on those bubbly 36Ds”
“Wow. The immaturity level of you guys is really up there,” I joked.

I go back to my room to change into another shirt and I see Rachel, still with her eyes closed lying on the bed but playing with herself. Awww…she’s horny. How cute. I lock the door in case Allan or any of the others feel like taking a peek again. As she rubs herself down on the bed, I sit there to watch. One hand is massaging her clit and the other penetrating her tight slit. I can’t help but to crawl up right next to her and start planting kisses on her lips.

“Morning, beautiful!”
“Mmm…hey” she moans.

She opens her eyes, grabs the neck of my shirt and tries to get it off of me. I pull right off over my head and she pulls herself up and licks my body, going right for the nipple. Oh Rachel, you just know what I want. I hold her head on my chest using my right arm and with my left, finger/massage her wet pussy. Now we’re both moaning.

I take off her shirt and start working those wonderful perky boobs. A nice puffy nipple sticks out like the tip of a mountain wrapped with my lips. I swirl my tongue all over those engorged puffs, giving a gentle bite and suck occasionally while continuing to finger her sweet slit. Within moments, a white fluid clings to my hands and her whole body trembles in shock, a small splash of juice flowing out from below.

Now it’s my turn. I kneel on the bed and Rachel pulls down my pants. She brings her head up and gives me a kiss before hitting the neglected nipple she missed from earlier this morning. With mouth on nipple and hand on my throbbing cock, she licks and pumps for a good 10 minutes straight before I blow a load on the bed. She gives me another kiss before she finishes off by cleaning my shaft with her mouth.

“Now that’s what I call a hearty breakfast,” she says. What a way to start the day!

The days at the cottage were spent hanging out outdoors; canoeing, fishing, bike riding in the trails, occasional campfires and barbecues. Sometimes we would split up when the guys want to go catch some frogs and the girls would stay around the beach and tan. Sometimes Allan or one of the guys would want to stay behind and rub lotion on Meghan if you catch my drift.