Fixed Wright Up

by RejectReality

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Rough, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Safe Sex, Tit-Fucking, Nudism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Nude Day has become one of Tasha's favorite days of the year. The local college has a tradition of hot young studs visiting the camp she frequents on that date. The parade of naked men is quite inspirational. When her former paperboy shows up and offers her a hand with her sagging screen tent...

Tasha opened the door of her camper trailer and took a deep breath of the morning air. Dappled sunlight filtered through the trees to fall on her nude body, and she shivered from a still-crisp breeze. She covered her stiffening nipples for a moment, pushed her long dark locks off her shoulders, and then made her way down the steps to the screen tent. It wouldn’t be long before the mosquitos took note of her presence, and she wanted to be safely inside before that happened.

The magnets on the tent flap snapped together behind her, and she headed straight for the plastic tub below the picnic table. It took only a couple of minutes to retrieve the coffee maker from the tub, plug it into an extension cord running from the trailer, and get the coffee brewing.

The pot was only half full when the door of the larger camper next to her opened and her friend Cynthia stepped out. The blonde had been the one to suggest the nudist camp a couple of years earlier. She’d been pursuing a man, of course. Though that didn’t work out, after a couple of nervous days, both women had discovered that the lifestyle agreed with them - to some extent.

The regulars were largely purists who refused to acknowledge any connection between nudity and sexuality. Tasha and Cynthia both thought that was ridiculous, and thus they didn’t have many friends in the camp. The few friends they had and the freedom to cast away their clothing kept them coming back for more.

Cynthia yawned, stretched, and then came to join Tasha in the tent before the local bloodsuckers could reach her. “Morning,” she said with a glance at the coffee pot.

“Morning. Almost done,” Tasha responded.

Cynthia clapped her hands together and rubbed them in a gesture of eagerness. “Need to make sure we’re good and awake. They should start showing up any time now.”

Tasha smiled and nodded. Today was Nude Day, and it had become one of the pair’s favorite days of the year. A decade earlier, a tradition of coming to the camp on Nude Day had started at the local college. The regulars hated it, but had to tolerate the intrusion of all the young, tight bodies because the one-day entrance fee they paid and the money they spent at the vendors was what put the camp in the black every year. It kept the annual fees everyone else paid low, so they endured the frolicking college students.

Tasha and Cynthia were looking forward to the parade of young naked studs. They’d both made sure to put brand new batteries in their vibrators in anticipation. In their early forties and divorced, it was a rare chance for the two friends to see such fine specimens up close and personal. Neither harbored any illusions about doing more than looking, as just as many tight young coeds showed up as men. But look they would, with great enthusiasm.

“I wonder if he’ll show up this year,” Cynthia mused while picking up her coffee cup, having seen the coffee maker finish.

Tasha didn’t need any more clarification than that. There was only one person she could possibly be talking about. They hadn’t even managed to overhear his name, and he’d been kicked out after only a couple of hours for lewd displays, but he had made a lasting impression on them both. A handsome face with a square jaw, the muscular body of a football player, and one of the biggest cocks either of them had ever seen, made him quite memorable indeed.

The mental image of him had given Tasha’s vibrator a workout for a couple of weeks after his brief visit to the camp.

“We can hope,” Tasha said while she went to fill her own cup.

The blonde added, “And hope he doesn’t get kicked out so soon this year.”

The two friends shared a laugh and then chatted while the sun climbed and the camp awakened. They had finished breakfast and the pot of coffee when the sound of silvery laughter heralded the beginning of the festivities. Shortly thereafter, a group of five young girls strutted down the road in front of the campers. The women were tossing glances behind them and giggling as they walked. Sure enough, a group of naked men walking at a brisk pace appeared shortly after the coeds had vanished.

None were remarkable, but they were young, reasonably fit, naked, and sporting erections that bounced as they walked. The two friends both let out quiet, simultaneous moans.

“I think it’s that time,” Cynthia said while rising from her chair.

Tasha nodded and said, “Uh huh.”

The pair slathered on insect-repelling sunscreen, and made their way down to the beach by the lake.


Tasha and Cynthia chuckled under their breath as they watched the dripping couple be escorted out of the camp. They weren’t the first, and likely wouldn’t be the last, but they were certainly the most blatant. Tasha could barely believe her eyes when she saw the young woman riding the man’s cock with only the barest attempt at subterfuge as she clung to him out in the lake.

“Do you think they’ll make it out of the parking lot before they go back at it?” Cynthia asked as she turned toward their campers.

“I don’t think Hank is going to take his eyes off them until they’re out the gate.”

“Probably not. Can’t say as I blame her. He’s yummy.”

Tasha moaned, “Mmm hmm,” in agreement. The young man was certainly a candidate to fill her fantasies when she pulled out her vibrator that evening. Her nipples were still stiff and she knew she was soaking wet from ogling all the young male skin on the beach for the last few hours.

She was hungry for far more than the sandwiches they’d come back to make.

“Let’s hurry up and eat,” Cynthia suggested. “The eye-candy is already thinning out.”

Tasha looked up between the boughs at the sky. There was darkness on the horizon, and already a few gray clouds drifting overhead. “Not sure how long the weather is going to hold out, either.”

“Well, it’s not supposed to rain. If it just clouds up, it will cool things off, and maybe they’ll hang around longer.”

“Ever the optimist,” Tasha said.

The blonde twitched her eyebrows as she split off to go to her camper. “If I was being optimistic, I’d be talking about which one I was taking to bed with me tonight.”

Tasha shook her head and chuckled as she continued to her camper. She retrieved the French bread and tomato that would be her contribution to lunch, and brought them out to the tent. The two ate and watched a regular parade of college students - most now coupled rather than in groups - walking past on their way to the parking lot.

They were on the verge of returning to the beach when Cynthia’s phone went off. She retrieved it from the bag she had slung over her shoulder, checked the display, and answered it.

Tasha knew it wasn’t good when she saw the blonde’s brow furrow shortly after she started talking to her daughter. Cynthia ended the call with, “Sit tight. I’ll be there in a half hour or so. Bye.”

“Is Annie okay?” Tasha asked once her friend put down the phone.

“Sort of. She got in a fight with her boyfriend and stormed out without her key to the house. She sounds more mad than hurt, but I won’t know for sure until I get there to let her in. I guess I’ll go grab some clothes. I’ll leave you the key to the camper so you can take a shower later - in case I don’t make it back tonight.”

“Okay. Good luck.”

Cynthia sighed. “I’m probably going to need it.”

Tasha saw her friend off, and briefly flirted with the idea of returning to the beach. The truth was that without Cynthia there to whisper to, the idea was far less appealing. She also didn’t trust the darkening sky. In the end, she decided to relax with a book and a glass of wine.

The clouds rolled in, but they didn’t open up. The mesh of the tent did a good job of blunting the stiff - but not too chilly - wind that came with the clouds. Above, in the canopy, the wind seemed to be much stronger. The leaves and limbs were bending and whipping.

Despite the lack of rain, the ominous looking clouds had proved enough to discourage the visitors. The previous trickle of couples became an exodus of naked college students hurrying toward the parking lot. Tasha was glad she hadn’t wasted a trip down to the beach. She was wondering whether she should start taking things into the campers when a cracking sound caught her attention. She looked up, though there was nothing to see through the solid roof above, and heard a much louder crack. It was immediately followed by the sound of something crashing through the trees.

Tasha screamed when the limb landed on the ground next to the tent, on top of one of the ropes, and jerked the entire structure toward it.

It took her a minute to calm her racing heart and catch her breath. The tent was leaning dramatically toward the downed limb, threatening to pull up the stakes on the other side and collapse atop her head. Tasha exited the tent and walked over to the branch. It wasn’t huge, but she knew it was going to prove a challenge to move it by herself.

After a couple of experiments trying to lift the limb, she settled on tugging on the tips of the larger branches to rotate the whole thing on its broken end. It was hardly a perfect solution, but it was enough to free up the rope, allowing the tent to partially straighten.

Tasha walked around the tent, securing the stakes, and then frowned when she saw that the roof was still sagging and crooked. A quick look inside revealed why. One of the aluminum poles supporting the roof was severely bent.

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