Camping with Tristen

Camping with Tristen

Tristen and John lived in Colorado, not too far outside of Denver. They were good friends that had known each other for 4-5 years through high school and afterward. John was originally friends with Tristen’s sister, and got to know Tristen when he hung out with her sister. John was 3 years older that Tristen who was just a few weeks older than 18. John and Tristen would play volleyball together at the park with some other friends occasionally and they would also play video games some. They could talk about anything and John was amazed at what Tristen would tell him that she did with some of her boyfriends. John had dated a girl for several years that he started dating in college and they were pretty serious so nothing got sexual between them besides some inappropriate sexual jokes. John had recently broken up with his girlfriend and it was a week before his college spring break. His plans with his girlfriend had been washed away. One night he and Tristen were talking and they decided that they would get a group together and go camping in the national park that was close by for the weekend.

As the weekend grew closer several of their friends dropped out for various reasons and the fun weekend trip didn’t look as fun anymore. Talking on the phone with Tristen John was hell bent on getting out of town for the weekend no matter who went even if he went by himself. Tristen said that she would go too and it didn’t matter to her who was there she loved camping and hadn’t been in a long time.

Friday came and John picked Tristen up in his truck and they headed out of the city for the 10,000 acre park that was a few hours away. The drive to the park was just beautiful as the trees and flowers were just blooming and covering the mountain side with color. After a few hours they pulled into the park and checked in at the office and located their camping site that was deep into the park and secluded well by their surroundings. They grabbed their equipment from the back of the truck and found a nice flat spot to setup their tent. There was a creek that flowed down the mountain that was just a stone’s throw from their spot and the trees opened in a spot leaving a clear view of the mile high mountains in the distance.

After they set up camp John took out a portable grill and cooked some hotdogs for them and sat and watched him as they talked about life. If felt good to get away from the city and from school and to feel the crisp cool air all around them. After supper they decided to go take a walk down by the creek and check it out closer. There were several large boulders in the creek which was about 10-12 feet wide and Tristen enjoyed jumping from rock to another crossing back and forth over the creek. John followed her as she led the way.

Without expecting it Tristen lost her footing on a rock that was wet and slippery and she fell forward into the creek that was only about a foot deep. She put her arms out to keep herself from taking a full bath, but the front of her shirt and shorts got soaked pretty bad. “Shit!” she said as she recovered from her spill. “Are you okay?” John asked her as he checked her over for cuts or bruises. “Yeah, just soaking wet” she replied. John helped her up carefully and she smiled at him with a little embarrassment.
They made their way back to their camp and Tristen when into the tent to change into some dry clothes. John cleaned up the remaining food from supper and began to get some supplies out to make s’mores over the fire as the sun went down. He couldn’t find the clothes hangers that he had brought from home to cook them with and then he remembered he left them in his bag in the tent. He asked Tristen if it was okay to come in the tent where she was and she said it was fine. As John opened the door to the tent he saw the last move of Tristen pulling down a new shirt over her full chested D cup bra. The shirt was a little skin tight and it took her a few seconds to pull it down completely over her chest.

John paused at the sight of her nice full chest in front of him as he said “Sorry I thought you were through.” “Haha, I thought I was too” Tristen said with a smile. John glanced down and saw Tristen’s wet clothes on the floor of the tent with a very sexy bright neon yellow thong next to her bra and other clothes. For just a few seconds John’s mind went to a place where it at had never been before. He always thought Tristen was pretty, but seeing her without being chained to his girlfriend he thought that she was pretty hot.

They got the supplies and walked out to the fire and roasted a few marshmallows over the fire sitting next to each other talking about where they would like to go hiking and explore tomorrow. Tristen had her full of the marshmallows and said “I don’t even know why I’m cooking another one, I’m full from supper still.” She took it off the hanger and offered it to John who had his hands full with the other supplies and so he leaned in and she popped it in his mouth. John closed his lips around the whole marshmallow and then felt Tristen’s finger pushing it in all the way. “Don’t eat my finger John” she said to him jokingly. John smiled and after he swallowed his hot treat he said “Well, I’m a guy and I eat anything you put into my mouth.” They both laughed it off and John thought to himself how naughty it sounded, but he figured Tristen was used to his dirty mind.
They played a few card games around the fire and then decided it was getting cool and they better head into the tent for the night to stay warm.