Cross-dressing camper

While In college I enjoyed visiting a small state park camp ground not far from campus. The sites were far apart from one another and the trees were thick, so I was pretty isolated and out of view of other campers. I had been cross-dressing for years and enjoyed being alone in the woods where I would wear what I wanted undisturbed. I still lived in the dorm on campus and didn’t have much privacy, so I treasured my weekend getaways. As I set up camp, I had a bra and pair of panties on under my shorts and t-shirt and looked forward to sundown so I could slip into something sexy.

One rule about the park was no collecting of firewood, you had to bring your own. I would load up the bed of my truck with wood from brush pies and fallen limbs along the farm roads and I had plenty for the weekend and a little extra if anyone needed some.

As darkness fell and the only light around was my fire, I slipped out of my bra and panties and t shirt and shorts and into a black satin camisole and tap panty set and put my shoes back on. I sat on the bench next to the fire and enjoyed the satin against my skin and the way the light from the fire reflected off the shiny satin. As I drank my beer and listened to some music and touched my self occasionally through the satin, I noticed a flashlight in the distance moving through the trees. I figured another camper was going to the bathroom but he kept coming my way. I grabbed my t shirt and slid it on before he got here and hoped he would think my shorts were just running shorts or that it was too dark to notice.

He introduced himself as John and he and few friends were in the next site over and didn’t have any firewood. I got up and led him to the truck so he could grab some and be on his way. We walked back over to the picnic table and he set the wood down and out of no where said he liked my satin shorts and asked if he could sit and hang out for a while.