Chapter 2

As the heat of the morning sun slowly turned the tent into a mini oven, I woke up lost and disoriented. It took me a few seconds to regain my bearings to remember where I was. A very light breeze provided some air circulation in the tent, but it was getting warmer with each passing minute. I was still topless from the night before, my small tits exposed to only the inside of the tent, so I found a T-shirt and threw it on and then a pair of shorts.

My mind still swirled from the events of the previous night. What possessed me to let that man touch me like that? I’d never let anyone touch me like that before except myself. He was a stranger that I had just met, but I let him feel me up and play with my pussy. I grew hot thinking about it again, which made things worse in my mind. I never thought I’d be one of those girls who’d let a guy do whatever they wanted. And yet, I did, and worse, I liked it. I loved how he touched me, it felt so good and sexy. I might have even let him do more if there’d been more time, but luckily there wasn’t.

I knew I had to stop thinking about it, about him. I don’t even know what it was about Curtis that aroused me so much. Was it seeing his penis first, or did his Dad-like look and personality cause me to lower my guard? Or, more confusingly, was that what turned me on? Was I attracted to older men? I knew I had to push this out of my head and try to forget about it. Although I did say I’d be back tonight at 1:00, I didn’t have to, and I shouldn’t do that. It was just a one-time mistake, nothing more. I’d stay in the tent tonight and just forget the whole thing.

Before I left, I could smell bacon cooking and knew there were likely pancakes as well. I could hear my parents chatting while they prepared breakfast, discussing what they wanted to do that day. Mom wanted to go for a hike, while Dad wanted to relax and enjoy the outdoors. Then, my name came up in their conversation.

“Hunny, go wake her up. Breakfast is ready,” my Mom said.

“Oh no, I’m cooking. You do it. I don’t want to get my head torn off,” Dad replied. I knew I could be rather grumpy in the morning.

“Fine, you coward. But I want a short hike today, then.”

“Fine, a short one.”

I decided to spare them both by letting them know I was awake by unzipping the tent and stepping out. The sky was blue and clear through the spaces in the tree canopy, and the water at the campsite was calm. I stretched again as I took my first few steps into the hot, fresh air.

“Glad you’re up. Breakfast is ready,” Mom said.

“Great, I’m starving,” I replied as I sat at the picnic table.

“We’ve got pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs,” Dad said as he placed a plate of food in front of me. It looked pretty good, with only a little charring on some of the pancakes.

“You slept in late,” Mom said as my parents sat down to eat.

“It took a while to fall asleep last night. I don’t like this sleeping-on-the-ground stuff like you two.”

“You seemed to get used to it. You were out like a light when we got up,” said Dad, picking up a fork full of scrambled eggs.

“So, what do you want to do today?” Mom asked, hopeful I’d join them on their hike.

“I think I’m going to check out the beach. Might as well work on my tan.”

Mom looked disappointed, while my Dad knew what my response was likely to be. It wasn’t that I wouldn’t do those types of things; I just had no experience with them. I preferred to take it easy without getting covered in dirt and sweat. It was hot enough just sitting around, let alone traipsing through the forest or whatever.

We continued to eat, and they would chat and talk, with me only talking when asked questions. I wasn’t a morning person to begin with, so they didn’t seem to notice how distracted I was. My mind kept playing back to the events of the previous night. I could almost feel his hands on my tits or touching me through my panties. I was momentarily lost in thought when my mother snapped me out of it.

“Jane? Earth to Jane ... hello? Do you want any more food?”

“Oh, uh ... no thanks. I think I will shower, put on my bikini, and hit the beach.”

Mom said, “Ok. How about we meet you after our hike and relax together?”

“Ok, sounds good. See you then.”

I left the table and grabbed my shower bag, towel, shampoo, and toiletries. As I headed back up the road towards the washroom, there was a lot of movement at most of the campsites. Kids were running around, parents were trying to corral them, and others were just sitting around relaxing.

There was one site, though, that I was most curious about, the site with two tents a short distance before the washroom. I wondered if I would see him sitting around his site, or his wife cooking, or maybe even see his daughter who looks like me. I wondered what he would do or say if he saw me during the day. Would he pretend not to know me, or would he come up with some story about bumping into me last night? Sadly, I couldn’t find out because there didn’t seem to be anyone around as I passed. I just kept walking toward the washroom.

I returned to the campsite an hour later, showered, shaved, and ready to go to the beach. Nothing much happened in the washrooms as they were quite busy, and the line for the showers took most of the time. I had just enough time to do everything I needed and not much more. If I was at home, I probably would have played with myself a bit. I still felt turned on thinking about the previous night. I would have loved to let my fingers slip between my legs as the hot water cascaded down my tender flesh. But it was hard to get in the mood with a bunch of grumpy women waiting at the door. So, I just did what I needed to do and got out of there.

When I got back, Mom and Dad were getting ready to leave. They packed a small backpack and headed the opposite way down the road while I dumped my toiletries and shower stuff, grabbed my beach towel, and headed to the beach. I walked along the water, knowing I should come around a bend to find the little alcove with the public beach.

The sun was high in the sky now, likely around 11:00, but I wasn’t sure. I left my phone in the car to charge with a battery bank while I was gone. It wasn’t like I was getting a signal anyway. It was hot as I rounded the corner and spotted the light brown sandy shoreline. There was a roped-off area for swimming, a boat launch, and a diving platform in the middle of the water. Quite a few people were splashing about while others lay in the sun. I found a little place off to the side with plenty of sun, put down my towel, and sat down.

My bikini bottoms rode up a little between my legs, so I did my best to adjust them discreetly. I lay down and felt the sun’s hot rays on my skin as I let it slowly tan me. I had to admit camping had some upsides since I loved being at the beach. I flipped over onto my front after what felt like thirty minutes and tanned my back as well. I had my head up while lying on my stomach and surveyed the beach.

There were kids playing in the sand, a few frisbees being tossed around, people reading, and others possibly sleeping. As my eyes traveled to the far end of the beach, someone caught my eye. It was a blonde girl about my age, with slightly curly hair, in a black and blue bikini. It was difficult to tell exactly, but she looked about my height, maybe a little taller, and her chest looked a little bigger. I wondered if this was Curtis’ daughter, who looked like me.

She was knee-deep in the water, just cooling herself off. I looked around her to see if I could find Curtis, but I couldn’t see him. She might have been just some random girl, but I couldn’t imagine there was a third girl here that looked similar to me. My eyes followed her every movement as she bent down to splash more water on herself. I felt like a cat stalking a bird in the distance, my eyes never leaving her body.

After several minutes, she walked out of the water and headed just out of view, blocked by a small group of beachgoers. I had to see if Curtis was there for reasons I didn’t understand, so I stood up and pretended to stretch. I could see her just above the crowd, as well as a man and a woman sitting under an umbrella. Try as I might, though, I couldn’t see his face to confirm that it was the same man I had met in the washroom the previous night.

Beyond all reason, I had to know. I needed to find out if it was him and his family. I was just as curious to see his wife as his daughter. What kind of woman was he interested in, and why would he risk it for some playtime with me? I picked up my towel and moved elsewhere on the beach for a better view. I was in the shade now, just near the tree line, and I could see their part of the beach.

I could make out a face, his face. The confirmation stirred something deep inside me. I could feel myself getting turned on, my nipples hardened, and my pussy moistened. I watched him chat with his family while they laughed and giggled. I wish I could hear what they were saying; I was too far away. His wife stood up and stretched, and I couldn’t believe how attractive she was for her age. She was tall, with long light brown hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. Even at her age, likely early forties, her tits looked perky, and she wore that two-piece very well.

I couldn’t help but get a little jealous as I thought about the noises I’d heard from their tent the night before. She sounded like she was really enjoying what she was getting, and it made me want it, too. That was crazy, though; I know I shouldn’t do that. Last night I wasn’t thinking and didn’t know he was married, but how could I do that now? I couldn’t be a homewrecker, could I? Could I really let this man touch me again, knowing full well that he was married? The worst part was that part of me got even more excited about that very prospect.

As my mind contemplated all the possibilities, I didn’t notice my parents approaching behind me.

“Hey Jane, whatcha doing up here in the shade?” my Dad asked as he set a camping chair next to me.

“Sun was getting too strong, and I didn’t want to burn on the first day,” I replied, making something up that made sense.

“Smart girl. See, she got my brains, honey,” Mom said, setting up her own chair.

“No, she got your looks and my stubbornness,” Dad replied, laughing.

“Did you two have a good hike? Seemed quick.”

“We’ve been gone for a few hours, longer than the short hike I was promised,” Dad answered, “but it was good. You should come with us next time, sweety.”

“Maybe. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow.” I’d been distracted by my parents and turned to see what Curtis and his family were doing now, but the spot was vacant. I looked around to see if I could see where they went, but they were gone. They must have gone back to their campsite and passed by while I was busy. I don’t know why it bothered me so much that they were gone. It wasn’t like they knew I was there in the first place.

We spent the next few hours at the beach until it was time to head back for dinner. I had to admit I was really hungry, but I was also counting down the hours until the sun went down. I was still convinced I wouldn’t go back there tonight, but I just wanted time to go faster so I could get past not going. I figured he would lose interest, and I would have regained my self-control. At least, that was my thinking.

The campfire slowly waned in front of me as the night crept in all around us. The light from the surrounding campsites faded out, and soon, there was nothing but our little fire holding back the darkness. I checked my phone, now mostly charged, and it was just after 11:30. Mom and Dad yawned and suggested we turn in for the night. I agreed, and Dad dumped a bucket of water on the fire to put it out. With the last little light in the area extinguished, we were now at the mercy of the night.

The three of us headed to the washroom one last time before turning down for the night. As we walked down the road, we passed Curtis’ campsite, and there was a light on in one of the tents. Someone was still awake. I wondered if it was Curtis staying up so he could meet me in a couple of hours. Now, I wouldn’t be there, of course. I had decided earlier that I wouldn’t. I wondered just how long he’d wait for me to show up before he left disappointed.