After making plans, a group of us—friends and acquaintances—headed out this year to an unnamed little town, where we planned to stay for a few days at a campground in cabins and explore the surrounding area from there. Most of them were in couples; I had broken up with my boyfriend about four months ago, so I went alone, though determined not to be a third wheel at any cost. The trip went off without a hitch, and we arrived at the campground in the afternoon, which also had a pool and a nice restaurant. After the necessary check-in and settling in, we gathered by the pool.
It was a pleasant way to cool off on a hot day; we just splashed around in the water for a while. Some then left, saying they were hungry, while others went to the cabins to rest for a bit. I stayed by the pool alone. Oh well… I’ll enjoy this moment of peace.
I lay down on my stomach, closed my eyes, and basked in the late afternoon sun. As I lay there peacefully, enjoying my siesta, I felt a slight tingling on my skin, moving upward from my feet. That feeling that someone is watching you. I slowly lifted my head and, acting as if nothing were wrong, scanned my immediate surroundings, but I didn’t spot anything or anyone who might be staring that intently. I rolled onto my back, lay down again, thinking to myself that if this kept up, he might as well get something out of it, right? A moment later, I felt that gaze again. It was rising from my feet, slowly moving up my calves. I felt my nipples harden, and in a moment they stood like soldiers on guard—at attention.
At the same time, relentless signals were shooting from my lower abdomen; I bent my knees and spread my legs slightly. I had a strong urge to slide my hand under my swimsuit, slip into the slit, and circle the swelling nub, gently entering the opening to caress my pussy and then pull back. It seemed my imagination was working overtime. My swimsuit, which should have been dry long ago, was completely soaked in the crotch. I stood up and jumped into the pool. I desperately needed to cool off. Fortunately, there were fewer people around; the sun was slowly setting behind the hill, and the evening shadows were beginning to spread across most of the campground, so I couldn’t shock anyone with my behavior.
I swam for a while longer, but it started to get colder, so I got out and went to the cabin to change and join the others for something to eat. On the way, I kept feeling like someone’s gaze was burning right through me, practically stripping me down to my underwear. Luckily, the company of friends was cheerful; we played cards, so I forgot all about it, had fun, and sipped my drink. As the evening wore on, our numbers gradually dwindled, and when the last three of us were left at the table, we called it a night, deciding it was really time to go to sleep. It was already midnight in my cabin, but I decided to pop out to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
I was so scared I couldn’t speak. A voice spoke to me, demanding and begging me to be very quiet. I just nodded my head in fear, indicating that I understood and would do as I was told. He ordered me to continue brushing my teeth, removed his hand, rinsed it, and immediately tied a scarf over my eyes. I rinsed my mouth; he turned off the water for me, took my hand, and led me through the door to the showers. He pressed my back against the wall; I opened my mouth, I wanted to ask what was going on, what he intended to do, but he just whispered “shhh” and, in a calm voice—one might even say intoxicating to my ears—explained that even though I had bathed that afternoon, he wanted to wash me himself now; he had only one condition—I had to agree.
He held my hand and waited for my answer. I swallowed, my mind racing—those were the glances I’d felt all afternoon, the ones that had me so aroused I’d had to jump back into the icy water. Just remembering that afternoon made me feel it all over again. I nodded and whispered my “yes” barely audibly. He took my other hand and simply said, “Thank you. Please keep the scarf over your eyes and don’t ask any questions.”
I just nodded in agreement; he placed my hands to the sides on the recessed hooks for clothes so I could hold on, tied them around my wrists gently but firmly with something soft, and stroked my face, neck—downward.
A quiet “Please… please…” escaped my lips.
He slowly pulls down my pants and underwear, but only to my knees. I’m trapped; my legs are slightly spread, but I can’t move. Nothing happened for a moment, and I started to get a little nervous, wondering if he’d left. But suddenly I felt his hands gliding over me from both sides, from my outstretched wrists toward the center of my body. Once again, he reached my breasts; once again, he began to “torment” me with his touches and by lightly brushing my nipples through my shirt.
Out of nowhere, I felt him take one of them into his mouth, suck on it, and let it go. Immediately afterward, he does the same with the other one. He alternates between sucking on my nipples until I’m choking with desire.
“I, I…” I try to tell him that I’m about to come—my first orgasm without any clitoral stimulation or penetration—but I can’t even get the words out. I only hear him whisper: “Shh… yes, I know…”
He pulls my jacket over my shoulders as far as my restrained hands allow, pulls my T-shirt up, and carefully pulls it over my head so as not to disturb the scarf over my eyes. Once again, there is a moment of complete stillness, broken only by my stuttering, excited breath. I feel my breasts rising and falling, and suddenly I become aware of a tingling gaze on my body.
“Take me, please, do it to me…”
Suddenly, I feel him pulling my pants down, untying my shoes, taking them off, and stripping me of my pants. I’m impatient; I try to help him, but he doesn’t want that. It surprises me—he doesn’t want help. He stands up and unties my hands, taking off my jacket and T-shirt. Now I’m standing here completely naked in front of him—well, not really, I still have his scarf over my eyes.
But it stays in place. I hear him telling me to put my hands behind my back and lean against the wall on my own. I obey him; now I really don’t want this to end. I’m so horny that I don’t care what he wants to do to me. I’m completely at his mercy now, and he knows it. His mouth sucks on my breasts again, kissing them, caressing and pulling at them, licking them until I’m going crazy. But I don’t dare move. He runs his tongue down my belly, tickles my mound with it, and tests how much I can take. I’m really close now; I have the urge to grab him with my hands and not let go. Suddenly, he stops this torture, and I hear him say:
“That was a test to see if you’re obedient and if you deserve for me to continue. If you’d moved, I would have left, even though I didn’t want to.”
I breathe a slight sigh of relief—thank goodness I kept my restless hands behind my back… He takes my hands and leads me into the shower.
He positions me facing the wall, turns on the shower, and I feel the water running down my back onto my buttocks.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, but not sternly—more urgently. I do as he says, and suddenly he’s beneath me, his hands parting even wider the already open lips of my dripping pussy, his tongue gliding over my clit, that little nub causing pleasure that spreads throughout my whole body. He circles it, runs over it a few times, sucks it in and presses it lightly with his teeth, then licks up my flowing sweetness, licking my pussy really thoroughly, driving his tongue deep inside me and heading back up to the top to repeat his dance. It’s throwing me off balance, my legs are giving way, I slide down whenever his tongue pulls away, I slide lower, I want more, I want it all. At that moment, his tongue stays on my clit, flicking and caressing, sucking and nibbling, changing the direction of his licking. I’m entering a trance, it’s coming over me again, I’m going to squirt, I rub my breasts against the shower wall—it isn’t tiled, there’s some rougher, coarser surface here—I rub my nipples up and down against the wall.
I call out to him: “Yes… again, yes…!”
Just then, without any warning, he thrusts his hand into my vagina from below, pulls it out, and thrusts it back in with a quick movement. With repeated motions, his hand goes deeper and deeper. He slows down and tries to penetrate as deeply as possible, while his mouth pulls and sucks on my clit, which has already swollen and is all hot from his licking. His other hand circles my back hole, just along the edge for now, but I can feel he’ll go further, even though I’m still a virgin in that regard.
I’m already screaming with pleasure; my pussy is stretching so much that his hand is slowly sliding inside. At that moment, he stops moving back and forth, but slowly begins to move his fingers inside, teasing and caressing me there. I’m unable to think of anything; the only thing echoing in my head is: “Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop.”
Just as my next massive orgasm hits—maybe my fourth, I don’t know—his finger slides through the opening of my back hole. Perhaps thanks to the orgasm I’m having, it goes in with only a slight discomfort. After all, I wasn’t even capable of protesting anymore. His fingers are now sliding into both holes at once; barely have I come once, and the next round begins; I stop counting—it’s pointless. I don’t understand what he’s doing to me, how come I’m letting him do everything? For now, he lets my next climax subside, pulls his hands out, and licks my pussy, full of flowing juices.
I’m slowly calming down and breathing deeply. He gets up, rustles around with something for a moment; I hear a squirt from a tube, and then he spreads fragrant shower gel across my back.
“I promised I’d wash you, didn’t I?”
He glides his hands over my back, always lightly brushing my breasts from the side before immediately returning, heading down toward my ass.
“So show it to me, stick it out at me, let’s wash that little hole.”
I lean forward and stick my butt out at him. He slides his cock all the way into my pussy and then back out again. My knees start shaking again, but just then he moves down to my thighs and calves. Then he turns me to face him. My breath starts to catch; his hands start at my neck and slowly lather me up around my breasts, which he doesn’t even touch at this point. I feel like reminding him that he’s forgetting something. My whole belly is already soaped up, my nipples are eagerly waiting to be washed and can’t wait any longer. He continues lower, skipping my pussy, washing my legs… I’m surprised, but I wait to see what comes of it. Small contractions still echo inside me, just waiting to swell into a grand orchestra.
My stranger returns upward and finally brings relief to my tits as well. I sigh with pleasure; he sees that I like it, slowly moving one hand down, first lightly rubbing the gel against my pussy, then kneeling and sliding his other hand down as well. His thumbs gently part my labia, opening my pussy and lightly washing my swollen clit. Oh, this—I know I’m not holding back again.
I start moaning with pleasure again. He’s really washing me all over, sliding his fingers inside, gently washing the walls of my vagina—I can already feel another orgasm coming. I sigh and slide down to a sitting position on the floor. I really can’t stand anymore. He doesn’t mind; since I’ve slid down, my legs remain bent and spread, presenting my beauty to him like a dish. He picks up the showerhead, fiddles with it, and suddenly I feel water spraying on me—not too hard, but just right. He starts at my neck and works his way down my chest, lingering on my breasts for a moment. He circles the nozzle over my breast, moving in circles toward the center; he’s already at my areolas, and now he’s spraying my nipples.
“Oh,” I gasp, “God, yes…”
I press my head against the wall, thrusting my breasts toward him; he sprays one, then the other in the same way. My next climax is coming; he sees what I’m going through, so he lets the water keep spraying on my breasts; only after it subsides does he move on to my belly, but by then he’s already reaching my pussy.
“What else?”
“Well… where are we meeting?”
He smiled and said, “You’re getting a little impatient. Go to sleep!”
I slowly took the scarf off my eyes, looked around, but no one was there with me anymore. I wiped myself down, got dressed, and walked back to the cabin, cautiously looking around for my stranger. It was slowly getting light out when I lay down in bed. Just as I was falling asleep, I knew I’d want to see him again.
