Chapter 18: The Camping Trip

We left early in the morning and drove all day.

Mom drove like a long-haul trucker, only stopping for gas twice. Both times, we filled up on junk food and used the gross washrooms.

The dimly lit Freedom Acres Resorts sign finally greeted us at the end of a long gravel road. The bright red closed sign greeted us, but Mom had instructions on her phone for our trailer.

We drove past dying fires with people wrapped in blankets, drinking and laughing. A few waved to us.

We parked, dragged in our bags, and opened every bug-screened window to air out the musty smell. We made my bed, and I fell asleep before Mom made hers.

The Monday sun tugged at me, but I resisted until Mom left the trailer. I rolled out of bed and walked outside, blinded by the greens and browns around our trailer.

I had never been to a trailer park before, but it was like on TV. Trailers and tents semi-hidden behind trees while dogs and people moved and talked in the distance.

An angry bird screamed at me from the tree over our trailer.

I rubbed my eyes and went into the trailer for my phone. Shit, no service. What kind of shitty place has no service? A crappy third-rate trailer park? So stupid.

I changed into shorts and a tank top, already hot. I grabbed a partially eaten bag of chips for a breakfast of champions and left to inspect the place.

Everything appeared clean but a bit rundown. We had an old, beaten-up picnic table and a burnt-out wheel well for a fire pit. The grass grew thick and very green, while the signs had a new coat of paint.

I walked, trying to get a phone signal. The campground slowly came to life. A few people moved around outside their campers and tents.

Focusing on getting some phone bars, I wandered to the edge of the campground and a path to a small hill. People always found reception on the hilltop. A pleasant breeze made the climb bearable.

No phone signal. I sat on the provided bench and enjoyed the small lake glistening in the sunlight. A few boats floated on the blue reservoir, with little people swinging rods in the air.

While it’s a breathtaking view, I didn’t want to spend a whole week here. Maybe if I reason with Mom, we can leave on Wednesday instead of Friday.

No, Mom needs a break. She has had a rough couple of months. But why didn’t she take time off work and do a staycation?

A slight breeze caused sparkling ripples across the lake. A cute little brown and black bunny rabbit darted across my vision. I smiled, remembering my little rabbits at home until an orangish brown streak intercepted the rabbit from the side. A stupid fox grabbed the little bunny. What a monster.

Sweat ran down my forehead, which wiping didn’t help.

Footsteps crunched on the hill trail path, a path obscured by trees. I hope it’s a person and not a bear. No, better a bear. Bears don’t rape stupid little girls who wander off.

They appeared about ten feet away, a naked husband and wife, laughing in the sun. They waved as they appeared.

I gave them a tentative wave and purposely turned away, sitting awkwardly on the bench.

“Hey, Nice view, eh!” The husband chuckled.

“Drew, stop bothering the poor girl.” The wife chastised him.

“Dear, we’re in the US. People are all so friendly here.” He responded.

They must be foreign. I will not be friendly with an old naked couple.

“Ok, Dear.” She commented under her breath.

The pair waved goodbye and resumed walking.

Why were they naked?

Out of the corner of my eye, their flabby white butts disappeared down a hiking trail. They did have sturdy boots and backpacks, weird Europeans or Canadians.

While I liked the view, I was bored and hungry. I headed back to the trailer for breakfast. I hope Mom made something.

The return trip was much different than the out trip. Everyone wandered naked except for shoes. So many flabby stomachs and thighs, and so very awkward dressed while everyone’s wrinkly dicks and sagging breasts flapped around. By the time I arrived at the trailer, I suspected that Mom had chosen a nudist campground. Naked Mom confirmed it, sitting in a chair reading a book.

“Hey Margot. There’s a breakfast sandwich for you in the fridge,” Mom said as I stared at her large breasts.

“Why, Mom?”

Of course, it’s a nudist colony.

“It’s all they had at the trailer park store. I liked them.”

Mom smiled. She knew what I asked but chose not to acknowledge it.

“A nudist camp? Really?” I exclaimed and slammed the door as I went in.

I vowed to spend the rest of the trip in the camper.

Fortunately for Mom, the breakfast sandwich tasted good.

I laid back on the bed, meaning to rest for a second or two. Instead, I fell asleep for a couple of hours, waking covered in sweat and extremely hot. I pulled off my sopping tank top. I will just wear my bra. I will not go nude. Maybe it’s okay for the old wrinkly people. No one cares about them. However, I don’t have any wrinkles.

The fridge only contained beer and coolers, both tempting.

“Do we have water?” I shouted at Mom as I exited the trailer.

“Here.” Someone said as a water bottle flew at my head. I barely ducked in time. As I retrieved the bottled water from the trailer, I registered that the voice was not Moms.

The water tasted cold and fresh, and I finished half of it before I braved going outside.

Mom sat with about four other people. Two must be husband and wife, maybe in their late fifties, as they sat side by side and held hands. The other two young twenty-something males also held hands.

“Margot, meet Andrea and Phil,” She waved to the husband and wife pair,” and Francis and Matthew,” waving to the twenty-somethings.

I nodded to each pair. So much pale with bright red sunburnt skin. Andrea’s skin drooped, and her nipples pointed down towards her loose belly button. However, she wore a gorgeous, massive white smile that radiated joy. Her husband was the opposite, a firm older man who wore an ugly, sour frown.

The pair of young men reminded me of proto-typical homosexual men, fit and perfectly styled. While they appear nothing alike, I forgot who was who. One had dark brown hair, the other sandy blonde hair. The darker-haired one was deeply tanned, while the other was bright white and red. Their mannerism matched.

“Nice to meet you, Margot,” the four said almost in unison, causing everyone except me to chuckle.

Feeling overdressed for being dressed, I sat beside Mom and vaguely listened to them talking.

Andrea eventually turned to me and asked, “Your mom says you are quite the soccer player. I used to play many decades ago.”

I nodded at her.

“Any good stories.”

I just shook my head no.

To her credit, her smile never broke. She just effortlessly re-joined the other conversation with Mom.

At some unspoken moment, the four stood, bid us goodbye, and wandered in opposite directions.

“They have a good store here. You can take my credit card and buy lunch if you want.”

Mom reached into her purse resting underneath her and handed me her credit card. She pulled out her book to read.

“Mom, what are we doing here?” I asked.

Mom sighed. I expected her to claim mother-and-daughter time or a relaxing vacation. Instead, she surprised me.

“Honestly, I don’t know. The therapist suggested a vacation. Lisa suggested here. I don’t know. I just don’t know.”

Mom’s eyes misted and closed on the verge of tears.

“It’s a nudist campground,” I exclaimed.

“I didn’t know. The nudist thing must be recent, and well, I’m so sorry Margot.”

She began to cry.

I wanted to hold her. However, this was her fault. Her stupid therapist, her stupid running away from things.

“Whatever,” I exclaimed, angry that she dared cry. Upset to be here. I burned inside from the sun and the situation.

I stood up and walked off. Mom can deal with her shit. I have enough of my own.

I walked and scrutinized the place. Most people appeared to be Mom’s age or older. The two homosexuals were young in this crowd. People stared at me as I walked. I was by far the youngest, and I wore a bra, shorts, and panties. Ironically, my footwear, thong sandals, was skimpier than everyone else’s.

The campground had a large, well-stocked store with sandwiches and wraps, groceries, and alcohol. I grabbed a chocolate bar and pop and went to the front to pay. A girl about my age, dressed in shorts and a shirt, sat behind the till. The universe threw me a lifeline, someone my age to talk to. Someone not old and naked.

After paying, I sat near her and talked, happy to have a normal conversation about important topics.

Her parents owned the place, so she was family slave labor. Hiking was the only thing to do other than fishing and swimming. And drinking, which the adults did all day long.

We talked the whole afternoon and past dinner time.

At the end of work, she convinced her mother that she needed time off on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. She promised to take me on hikes to beautiful places.

I returned to an empty trailer.

I found a stupid romance book to read while I waited for Mom and dinner. After the sun went down and the air turned cold, I grew worried about Mom. I hated her, but I also still loved her.

I wandered around the trailer park. Old folk sat in small groups around fires, drinking and telling raunchy stories. I found Mom at Andrea and Phil’s trailer with two other couples and a single woman.

They offered me a chair and alcohol from the cooler. I accepted the chair but chose juice. The stories made me laugh, but I didn’t want Mom to see my enjoyment, so I stayed out of the firelight, hiding my face in darkness.

Mom became very drunk, which turned out good. We left the party a lot earlier than expected. As we weaved back, the stars grabbed my attention.

So many. Billions, trillions. An infinite number.

Breathtaking to stare up at them. I am so small compared to something so grand. I hate to admit it, but the trip was worth it to just stare up at the stars.

I put Mom to bed before moving outside to stare at the stars. The nice thing about old folk parties is they spend most of their time talking, drinking, and listening to soft old music. It was peaceful to stare up at the stars.

I slept amazing that night.

Tuesday began as one of the best days of my life. I awoke refreshed. I had breakfast at the store, waiting for Avery to finish her morning shift. She took me on a hike through the hills, breathtaking from the climbing and the views. We acted like twin sisters, the same age and such similar interests. The day flew by. We didn’t return until frogs started croaking, and the sun slipped out of sight. After dinner with Mom, I sat in the chair and star-gazed. I now understood the expression.

I fell asleep outside in the cool air under the beautiful stars.

I woke late into the night with a slightly sore neck from my awkward sleep.

Groggy, I stumbled into the trailer for a real bed. I laid down.

Mom moaned from the other end of the trailer. It’s an open-concept trailer with beds at either end. As I squinted down the length of the trailer, Mom was on her hands and knees, with a Man behind her, slamming into her, while Mom ate the pussy of a huge-breasted woman. The trailer rocked slightly back and forth.

I turned away, pulled the covers over my head, and tried to fall back asleep.

Mom and the woman moaned too loud. Based on the guy’s grunts and wheezing, he might have a heart attack soon. Given the age of the people around here, that might happen often.

I pulled my pillow over my ears and prayed for a heart attack. I fell asleep before they finished.

Wednesday morning, Mom had left before I slipped out of bed and stumbled to the store for breakfast and a hike with Avery. We took a trail through a refreshing grove of massive trees that ended on the opposite bank of the lake.

As we sat on the rocky beach, eyes half open, I asked, “Avery, how do you stand living here?”

She smiled at me. She knew what I subtly asked. How can you stand all the naked old folks?

“At first, it sucked. Now, well, I ignore the gross old guys and embrace the fun and warm old lesbians.”

I stared at her in shock. She’s a lesbian. She has not once flirted with me. Not that have with her.

“I’m bi.” I blurted out.

“Oh, lots of selection for you then.” She commented while eating a grape.

I didn’t know what to say to that. Thanks?

We sat in silence while I processed things.

“At first, the wrinkles bothered me. Until this one old lady with the most amazing smile seduced me.”

“Andrea?”

“I’ve never had my pussy eaten so well, and her skin was so soft, like a soft teddy bear,” She said, staring across the lake towards the trailers.

“After her, I’ve made a point of trying everyone who makes a pass.”

Everyone? That’s so. Gross, maybe?

An image of that girl from Starbucks popped into my head. I need to stay open-minded.

“The water looks great.” She exclaimed, jumped up, stripped naked, and carefully walked into the lake.

Her slim form slowly disappeared into the lake. She was much taller than me and much thinner, almost skin and bone. Her chest was like a young male’s. However, she had an extremely hairy vagina with the smallest and cutest ass.

The water glistened in the bright sun, a cool blue against the warm browns around it.

After three days of nudity, I had no problem stripping and joining her in the water.

The rocks burnt my feet as I tip-toed into the cool water. A thin layer of slime-covered the bottom of the lake, a perfect salve for my hot feet.

As I joined her, she turned and teased me, “Be careful. Your nipples will poke an eye out.”

I smiled and glared at her ruby-hard nipples.

“Come here and say that.” I grinned before adding, “Seriously, don’t go too far out. You have no flotation.”

“Are you calling me skinny? ‘cause I represent that remark.”

She giggled and splashed me, which started the water fight.

Water splashed back and forth. Then mud from the bottom splatted on the side of my face.

Laughing, I pushed mud into her face. She grabbed my left leg and upended me.

I swallowed some water, and a flashback of almost drowning caused me to panic.

Sputtering, I found my footing as her hands grabbed each side of my head and pulled me into a kiss.

At first, I tried to push away until my body caught up with my mind, and I pulled her in and kissed her back.

We stood in the water kissing, caressing, and holding onto the other. While Avery had almost no breasts, they must be sensitive because as soon as I caressed them, she moaned and kissed me harder.

I slid my hand down her flat stomach and parted her pubic hair, rubbing her moist slit. Her hands kneaded and grabbed my ass while I rubbed her up and down.

She moaned and gently bit my lip. I wanted her to bite harder but didn’t want to break the kiss.

I rubbed faster and harder on her slit. She mashed her lips harder into mine. Our tongues played. I slipped a finger in. My other hand moved around her body and grabbed her petite, firm ass.

She broke our kiss to suck on my neck. I moved my finger in and out faster as my other hand slid down her butt crack, testing if she wanted me to play with her ass. Her hips moved back against my hand, so my finger found her tiny tight asshole. She stopped sucking on my neck and moaned into my ear.

I slipped another finger into a pussy so tight, it barely fit. Avery’s asshole was looser than her pussy, as one, two, then three fingers slipped in.

She moaned louder before burying her face into my neck and screaming.

She collapsed onto me, “Thank you, Margot, amazing.”

She kissed my neck up to my ear.

Cheering erupted from the beach.

Francis and Matthew cheered while they stroked each other’s erect cocks.

“Shut up and leave us alone,” Avery shouted, angry.

She clenched her hands and glared at them.

They waved to us and walked away.

They ended the magic moment. We kissed a little before leaving the water and grabbing our clothes. We both glanced at each other, read the other’s mind, and hiked back nude.

We stayed nude at the trailer, eating dinner with Mom and a couple in their forties. Instead of embarrassment, I enjoyed the cool air on my private parts. So very comfortable. It helped that no one stared at me.

Mom, the couple, and Avery drank. Everyone grew tipsy while the world darkened and the stars and the cold came out.

We sat. The others drank while I enjoyed gazing up at the stars. At some point, Mom and the couple left for another party, abandoning Avery and me.

“Margot, do you want to head inside.” She asked.

But I wasn’t ready for bed. I shook my head no.

The stars twinkled extra bright tonight.

She shrugged her shoulders, moved over to me, knelt between my legs, and licked my pussy. Her tongue sent shivers up my body as I stared at the sparkling lights. The pleasure of each lick, combined with the spectacular view, I must be in heaven.

I have no idea how long she licked while I laid back and gazed at the stars. I have never relaxed so much. I fell asleep.

Again, I woke to the stars above with a sore neck.

Reluctantly and worried that Mom had brought home another couple, I cautiously entered the trailer. Mom’s bed was empty while Avery slept in mine.