Laura and Ace
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 2: Open Road
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: Open Road - Ace and his girlfriend Laura are on the way to his parents' annual month living in a nudist camp. It has all the amenities including swimming and sports, but the real attractions are after dinner, where campers meet and party together. Nobody under 18 is permitted in camp, so maximum freedom exists behind closed doors. Ace worries he won't be able to stay limp and follow the camp's public rules. But Laura has plans for regulating him.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Group Sex Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Voyeurism BBW Hairy Nudism
The next morning, I dumped out my schoolbooks and used my small backpack for some clothes and necessities. I didn’t bring shaving supplies because Laura hated stubble.
She showed up grinning with a similar small bag, and bounced on the balls of her feet.
“We’re going to have so much fun, Ace! No fussing with clothes and makeup, swimming every day, meeting new people. It will be four weeks of carefree fun.”
“Easier for you, Laura. You don’t have to deal with, uh, my wayward wand.”
“Hee-hee! I’m going to enjoy your wand, like you’re Harry Punter. Expecto Orgasmi!”
I rolled my eyes and smiled. In front of me was one hundred twenty pounds of hilarious perfection.
I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed. “I’m so happy you’re coming with us.”
“Of course I am, Ace. Now, I got here on time, but where are your parents?”
Just then, Mom walked up to us, hair dripping from the shower. I grabbed her small suitcase and heaved it into the open trunk next to our bags.
“Looking hot, Mrs.—sorry, Angie. That shirt...”
Mom was wearing her usual shorts, plus a soaking-wet T-shirt clinging to her body.
“Thanks, Laura. Right now it’s 85 degrees, and where we’re going will be hotter and more humid. I’ll be ditching these clothes as soon as I can. You two will, too, I’m sure.”
“I can’t wait,” Laura agreed. “I walked out of my place just as wet and was dried off by the time I got here. Your big-ass car has A/C, I hope.”
“Yes, but...” I tried to answer Laura, but my father appeared then. He tossed his bag in the trunk and slammed down the heavy lid.
“Laura, you can see our car is so big it has its own zip code. It’s a Lincoln Town Car, the largest standard sedan that Detroit ever made. It takes premium gas and gets twelve miles to the gallon. I tell you this because I only run the air conditioning intermittently, and I drive below the speed limit.”
“It must be very expensive, uh, Greg.”
“A full tank can cost me $150 these days. If you get too hot, you can come up front where the dashboard vents will blast you directly. There’s a middle seat belt.”
“OK, thanks. I’ll stay back with Ace to start. He pouts when I leave him—sticking out his lower lip.”
“He’s been doing that his whole life.” Like most mothers, Mom enjoyed embarrassing me in front of my girlfriend.
Laura excused herself to the bathroom. After that, we were ready to go.
“Laura, in the direction we are going, the sun will be on the left, so you should sit behind Mom on the passenger side,” I suggested.
She took the seat, giving me a small nod of appreciation. I’d also snagged a pillow for her, knowing she’d want to tuck it into the corner by those weird oval windows.
Finally, we were on our way. Twenty minutes later, we were on the interstate and lumbering along in the right-hand lane where Dad could drive at an efficient 60 mph.
The right lane was very uneven, eroded by the heavy truck traffic. I entertained myself for a while watching Laura’s unrestrained breasts bobble along, but the monotonous drone from the tires meant I soon fell asleep as well.
When we were about a half-hour from the camp, Dad pulled into a gas station and sent us on foot to the adjoining fast-food restaurant. I was happy to leave him, because I knew he’d be muttering and cursing as the digits on the pump blurred past a hundred dollars.
When he stormed into the restaurant after us, Mom had his preferred choices laid out for him, and spoke affectionately.
“Greg, sweetie, in half an hour I’m going to be naked.”
“So am I,” added Laura.
“Me three,” I joked, earning a scowl. “What? I’m not pretty enough for you?”
“Ace,” he growled, exasperated.
Mom stuck a couple of French fries in his mouth, and he subsided.
We had some discussions while eating about what to expect. For example, did everyone arrive at once, or were there lots of people already? Did we need our IDs to check in? Where would we be living? Questions like that.
A man at the next table leaned toward us, a friendly smile breaking through his beard. “I apologize for eavesdropping. You’re headed to Camp Quiet Forest?”
“Why, yes, we are.” Dad set his burger down and wiped his mouth, giving the stranger his full attention. “Have you been there before?”
“We have. I’m Leo Homburg, my wife Mina, and my daughter Clara. We are originally from Germany, where we were naturists.”
Dad gestured to each of us in turn, naming Mom, Laura, and me while the Homburgs dragged their chairs around to make a circle.
He got to chatting with Leo while Clara spoke quietly with me. I tried not to stare, but Clara’s face and hair were very beautiful and I couldn’t look away. She volunteered her age, 21, and asked if it was my first time.
“It is my first time, because I just turned 18. Same for my friend Laura, here. I have to confess, though—she’s really eager, while I’m very worried about this camp.”
“Worried? But why?” Clara asked.
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