Chapter 3

Camping again

We were only going for a few days but we wanted to look our best so we spent as much time as we could improving our all over tan a couple of days before we went camping. On the second day B and I were sunbathing in the back garden, totally naked, when we heard the doorbell ring. We got up and walked round the side of the house to the front and saw a delivery guy with a big box in his hands. He saw the 2 naked girls and his jaw dropped.

“Can I help you.” I said.

“I err, yes, err does a Mr Parkin live here?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve err got this package for him.”

“You can leave it with us.”

“It needs signing for.”

“That’s okay, I’ll sign for it.”

We walked up to the man and he held out the package. B took it and put it on the ground behind her. To do that she had to bend over and I saw the man’s eyes looking straight at her butt and pussy. I smiled and when B stood up I asked the man what I had to sign.

“Err, oh yes, this,” and he handed me a phone with the companies app on it.

After signing it I handed it back to him then turned to pick up the package.

“I can’t let him see just 1 pussy.” I thought as I spread my feet then bent with straight knees.

As I was bent over I hovered for a few seconds before picking up the package and standing back up. I looked at B and we smiled at each other then thanked the man and B and I started walking back round the house. As we got to the end of the side of the house I turned and looked back to see the man still staring at our butts as we walked.

“That was fun,” I said, “He’s got me all wet.”

“Me too, I wonder what this is?”

“Probably just some plumbing bits.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t the usual delivery guy, if it was he’d have left it in the shed when we didn’t answer the door.”

“Then he’d have seen us flat on our backs with our legs spread.”

“And my hand rubbing my clit.”

We both giggled a bit then B said,

“Well have to get daddy to order some more bits while we’re off college.”

I put the package in the kitchen and thought no more about it.

Even when daddy got home that evening, saw the box and said,

“They’ve arrived then.”

We thought nothing of it. It was only after we’d eaten that daddy said,

“That box contains a little present for each of you girls. I think that you are old enough to appreciate them now. Your mother had one and we got a lot of pleasure out of it even though they weren’t anywhere as near good as they are these days.”

“What is it daddy?”

“Wait and see. I want you to take the box with you when you go camping and open it when you get there, You’ll know what to do when you see them.”

“Can’t we open it now? Please?”

“Nope, promise me that you’ll wait.”

“Okay, I promise, cross my heart and hope to die.”

“You don’t have to go that far girls, a simple promise will do.”

“Yes daddy, we promise.”

Over the years we’ve had a lot of fun camping with our family but this was going to be different. There was only going to be Beaver and me this time and we wanted to go somewhere that was next to a beach and had some facilities. This meant that there would be other people there and we didn’t want loads of kids running around. B and I had been on the internet and found an adults only site that met the other criteria. It was just over 100 miles away but daddy said that we could borrow the car so we were okay.

The night before we left we went into daddy’s bedroom and we gave him a very pleasurable hour or so as a way of thanking him for the use of the car. He tried to stop us, again saying that it wasn’t right but we just kept going.

It only lasted about an hour because he told us that he had to get some sleep because he was working the next day.

We set off early the next morning wearing just summer dresses that we’d shortened so that they are barely legal – when we’re standing straight, and sandals.

I did the first driving stint and Beaver sat in the passenger seat with her feet up on the dash, one near the door and the other in the centre. She played with her pussy for all of the 50 or so miles to the service area where we planned to stop for a drink and a pee.

I quickly realised that when we passed a big van or lorry, the driver would be able to look down and see what Beaver was dong. That 50 miles took a lot longer than it should have.

When we stopped and got out Beaver stretched her hands up in the air and said that it was good to be alive. I’m sure that she realised that by thrusting her hand up in the air her dress would ride up revealing her bare butt and pussy to the other people in the car park. I looked around and saw 3 men looking at her.

We walked into the building and to the cafe. There was a stack of trays on the ground so we each bent over to get one, not even looking at the people around to see if the were watching us.

With drinks and Danish pastries on our trays we went and found a table with a bench seat facing the room and sat with our knees open. We didn’t look around much but I did see 2 workmen come and sit opposite us. I wondered if they could see our pussies.

Back at the car it was Beaver’s turn to drive. Once Beaver had opened the doors and got into the driver’s seat I looked around and saw the same 2 workers from the cafe. They were walking our way so I waited until they go close then reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it right up and off me. I smiled at the men, threw my dress in the back seat and climbed into the car.

“Oh my gawd Areola, I can’t believe that you just did that. Are you going to stay like that all the way to the campsite?”

“Probably.” I replied.

“Why didn’t I think of doing that?”

“Well I dare you to do the same on the return journey.”

“Hmm, I might enjoy that journey.”

We drove off with the 2 men just standing and staring at us.

Apart from the lorry drivers looking down at me rubbing my pussy and tweaking my nipples, we arrived at the campsite all too soon. I’d made my self cum twice during that last 50 miles but I was eager to get the tent pitched and see what fun we could have.

I quickly put my dress on and we went into the reception. There was a girl about our age behind the counter and she quickly found our booking. After we’d paid her she gave us a map of the site and explained what was where. Then she told us that she’d allocated space for us in the open field to the side of the main site and that she’d put us there because it was site policy to put all groups of young people there because they tend to be a bit noisy and that there was less chance of the older people being disturbed.

At first I was a bit annoyed, but I didn’t say anything, and as the minutes passed I realised that it was probably a good thing, Beaver and I intended to at least sunbathe naked and we didn’t really want to annoy the older people.

Everything sorted we went back to the car and slowly drove round the site looking at all the facilities, We saw a bar, a cafe, a small swimming pool and a kids play area.

“This is supposed to be an adults only site, why have they got that?” B asked.

“Probably left over from when the site let kids in. Besides, it’s ages since I went on a swing or climbed one of those dome frames.”

We thought no more about it and easily found the field. As we drove in to it we saw about a dozen tents and a few young people milling around. Checking on the map and the numbered sites, we found where we were supposed to pitch our tent and pulled-up alongside the track at our pitch.

On one side there was just a fastened tent with no one around, and on the other side was a tent with 3 young men sat outside doing some cooking.

“Late breakfast.” Beaver said.

“Probably.” I replied, then continued, “hey Beaver, shall we call ourselves by our full names whilst we’re here, it could be good fun, get us used to it before we go back to college because I’m sure that the guys will call us all the names related to our names that they can think of.”

“Okay tit topping Areola.”

“Okay bald Beaver.”

We laughed then got out of the car. The 3 young men were already half looking at us but when they saw our ultra short dresses and bare legs, their concentration turned to us.

“Hi guys, we’re Beaver and Areola, your new neighbours.” I loudly said.

“Hey, Ben, Tom and Harry,” one of them shouted back. “Want a hand?”

“Thanks but I think that we’ve got it. We’ll let you know if we need you.”

The 3 of them just watched as we got the tent out and started putting it up. We’d brought daddy’s tent with us because there’s more space in it and we’d helped mummy and daddy put it up a few times before.

Of course, putting a tent up involves bending over and squatting down a lot and within a couple of minutes all 3 guys knew that we had nothing on under our dresses. They continued to watch us right up until we’d finished the tent and started to carry things in from the car. Then they got up and came over to us.

“You wouldn’t let us help you with the tent, and you did a great job, it was very entertaining watching you, but you’ve got to let us help you unload your car girls,” Ben said, “We’ll carry things over and you can bend over to put them wherever you want them.”

Both B and I smiled, knowing exactly what they wanted and B replied,

“You just want to see our bare butts and pussies don’t you?”

“Of course,” Harry replied, “we’re normal heterosexual men, what do you expect?”

“Exactly what you’ve all been doing.” I replied, “but don’t rush things guys, let us get setup before you come over and strip us naked.”

I watched as all 3 of the guys looked at each other with a grin as big as a Cheshire Cat (where the hell does that saying come from?).

We all continued carrying things into the tent with both B and I taking great pleasure in bending over with our feet well apart. When we’d finished B said,

“Just got to blow up the air bed then we can talk if you want guys, maybe have a beer or two.”

With that, B got down on her knees, bent over and started blowing the airbed up. Of course being in that position her dress was up round her waist and her pussy and butt were fully on display for all to see. I got on with moving things to where I wanted them, and saw the box that daddy had given us. “Later,” I thought and turned to the guys. All 3 had sat on the floor in the awning and were staring at B’s butt.

I smiled then looked at the airbed. It looked about half inflated so I nudged B and told her to move over and let me finish, me saying that I was good at blowjobs. She did, and I assumed the same position as she had had and finished the job. I moved the sleeping bag onto the airbed then turned to face the others. B was sat crossed-legged with her dress pulled tight round her waist so that her pussy was on full display to the guys. I sat down the same way.

“So, it’s so hot down here, have you guys got any beer?”

“Sure,” Tom said, “I’ll go and get some.”

As soon as he was gone I said,

“Would you guys mind if we took our dresses off, we’re both so hot.”

“Sure.” Ben said.

“No need to ask.” Harry said, “You can get naked in front of us anytime that you want.”

“Thanks guys, we’d hate to upset anyone.”

“No chance.” Ben said as both B and I pulled our dresses off leaving us totally naked.

“Woah there.” Tom said as he appeared at the tent entrance. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing Tom.” I said, “we were too hot so we took our dresses off. Is that okay with you?”

“Err yes, of course.”

Tom passed out the beer and we got talking, all the usual stuff that people ask when first meeting someone new. After a while Ben said,

“So how come you two are called Beaver and Areola, you’re not messing with us are you?”

“No, honest, those are our real names, we’ve got our driving licences with us in our bags if you want to check.”

“No, I believe you, but where did the names come from?”

B and I explained everything then Ben said,

“So do you get called all sorts of unpleasant things like ‘hairy beaver’, sorry, that would have to be ‘bald beaver’, and ‘nipple holders’?

“Yes, but I haven’t heard ‘nipple holders’ before. We used to get upset by it but now we like the names, it sort of attract attention to us.”

“And you both like the attention don’t you? You’re 2 really cute exhibitionists aren’t you?”

“Yes, I guess that we are; not complaining are you?”

“Fuck no,” Tom said, “you can spread your legs in front of me anytime that you like.”

“They didn’t say that they were nymphomaniacs Tom.” Ben said then turned to B and me, “are you?”

Neither B nor I said anything, just smiled. After about a minutes silence Tom got up and said that he was going for some more beers. When he came back he continued,

“So do you like to be tied up and spanked as well?”

“Wow,” I replied, “nothing like getting straight to the point. We like being spanked but we’ve never been tied up.”

“Maybe you’d like to find out,” Ben said, “I’m sure that we could help you find out. Those climbing ropes are still in the back of your car aren’t they Harry?”

“Yes, I’m sure that I saw them when we unloaded it.”

“I don’t know.” B said, “we’d be all helpless, you could do anything to us and we couldn’t stop you.”

“Isn’t that part of the excitement?” Ben asked.

“I guess so, but I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should sneak into your tent one morning, fuck you then drag you into the woods, tie you to a tree and take turns to rape you all day.” Harry suggested.

“Hmm, that sounds nice.” I said, “but it wouldn’t be rape.”

“I see.” Ben said, “maybe we’ll make it happen.”

We all had a bit of a laugh but I wasn’t sure that they wouldn’t do it, I mean we were sort of throwing ourselves at them.

“So. I said, who’s going to show us around this place, show us where the fun is?”

All 3 guys volunteered and we all got to our feet.

“Shouldn’t you put something on?” Harry asked.

“Yes I guess that we should.” B said, “how about what we wear for work Areola?”

I smiled and hoped that we could get away with it.

We dived into our bags and 2 minutes later we were stood outside wearing just ‘strings only’ bikinis and sandals.

“Err 2 questions girls.” Ben said, “Do you think that that is appropriate for this place, and do you really wear just those for work? Where the hell do you work?”

We explained that there was only 1 way to find out and that we worked in a fashion shop for late teen girls. They weren’t convinced but we still set off.

“We’ll be okay unless some prude gets close to us, you guys can make sure that that doesn’t happen can’t you?”

“Well I’ll certainly try.” Harry volunteered.

We walked onto the main site and round the paths. We saw a few people but no one got that close to us to worry about.

We got to the bar cum cafe and asked if it was okay in there but we didn’t go in. Then we got to the shower blocks and B and I marched into the gents first and had a look around before coming out and going into the ladies. When we got out B said,

“It’s much nicer in the ladies.”

“Usually is, too many male pigs pissing all over the place.” Tom said.

We walked on and came to the kids play area. It didn’t look like it had been used for years and when Ben tried to turn the roundabout all it did a creak. I went to the swings, sat on one and hoped that the chains didn’t break. They didn’t so I started to swing myself, then Harry came up behind me and pushed me.

As he did so he grabbed one of the strings on my top and within seconds it was on the ground.

“Hey,” B said, “It’s my job to undress Areola.”

“Go on then.” Harry said.

B wasn’t going to miss an opportunity like that and she stood in front of me and grabbed the chains when I next went forward. Holding a chain with one hand she used the other to pull on the strings of my bottoms. They slid between my legs and dangled from the seat.