This is my first submission and I'm not sure where this is going. It's loosely based upon my earlier life whilst at university, both John and Sarah exist in true life and if I remember correctly a rather sensual and mind blowing threesome did take place on our first trip to Cornwall; as for the rest I'll leave that for you to decide. Any comments good or bad would be wonderful to hear.
At last the final days of Summer Term had come upon us. It had been unusually hot for this time of year and being stuck in an ancient University studying for our finals had almost been unbearable so John and I just couldn't wait to get away camping. John and I first got to know each other at kindergarten and over the years we had become very close friends, most people took us to be brothers but we were a lot closer than that if you get my drift; for this trip however we were to be accompanied by John's new found girlfriend, Sarah; who was about 5'2 with long blonde hair, and only two words could describe her, uncomplicated and shaggable.
Sarah was slightly overweight but had this fabulous, bubbly personality. Her face was round with chubby rosy cheeks, her lips full and pouty and her teeth pearl white. Her skin tone was a natural olive but her best feature were those green eyes, the deepest emerald eyes I had ever seen, which sparkled when she looked at you. She loved to giggle and fool around and when flirting, her eyes with those long lashes made you just melt inside. Her breasts, a bit too large for her small stature bounced in a controlled manner as she walked and her hips and tummy showed signs of too many late nights at the student bar.
"Got your suntan lotion ready for the beach?" I uttered jokingly, throwing the gear into the back of the camper.
"Fuck off," muttered John as he busily stowed away Sarah's multitude of plastic bags.
"Mike; is this site any good?" she asked stepping up into the camper.
"It's in a small private cove my parents got to know about and we've got permission to stay there for as long as we like. Dad tells me it's great and there's even a small run-down boathouse if things get a bit bad" I replied.
Sarah went to move something and as her hand brushed against my arm it immediately sent shivers through my body; 'Oh fuck, how was I going to survive these next few days,' I thought to myself.
A few minutes later we were ready to begin our five-hour trip. Whilst we really enjoy what Cornwall has to offer, the journey there is a nightmare especially once you've left the motorway at Exeter. After a couple of hours driving and a few comfort stops we finally reach the end of the easy part of our journey; looking back at Sarah she was sleeping, her head was resting against one of the sleeping bags and her seat belt was pulled tight against her chest, separating her breasts. John as usual was stoically withering on about the long drive and was it really worth it just for 4 days.
"Wait and see the beach?" I uttered, for by now John was really getting through to me. "If father's description is true, we'll be stopping for more than a couple of days, it's so isolated you'll think you're on a desert island."
After another hour we were almost there; Dad's instructions were, 'once past a small group of cottages, lookout for a small wood then just past an entrance to an estate was a track leading to the beach.' Turning onto the heavily pot-holed track we slowly weaved our way towards the sea; with my eyes distracted by the clear blue water before us I hit a pot-hole, not a deep one, just enough to jolt Sarah from her seat making her squeal. This immediately set John and I laughing as she struggled to straighten herself.
"I suppose you two think that's fucking funny," she shouted struggling to pull the seatbelt away from her body before rubbing her tits.
After several minutes of gentle jostling we drove onto the beach, just in time to catch the sun go down over the horizon; fearing the soft sand may bog us down I parked the camper on a small hard standing where, like a rat up a drainpipe John quickly stripped down to his underpants then set about unloaded the gear. A small grassy area, about 100 metres away from the camper was firm enough for us to pitch the tents, so with Sarah being a novice at camping we quickly sent her away to collect as much driftwood as she could, whilst John and I got stuck into pitching the tents; John and Sarah would share our two-man whilst I would sleep in the slightly larger one which we normally used as a kitchen come dining, come storage tent. As it was getting late, whilst they continued to empty the camper of chairs, loungers etc; to make our camp life a little more comfortable, I using the camper stove rustled us up a quick supper from hotdogs and spaghetti.
Seeing the way Sarah hoover up her food, for there's no other way to describe it, should have alerted me of things to come.
Feed and with drinks to hand we all sat silently back and watched the last of the sun go down. The lapping of the waves and the occasional mewing of gulls in the distance was soothing, a far cry from the busy environment we had just left. We all sat in utter silence, in the distance we could just make out the twinkle of fishing boats but it did little to blur the stars above us.
John, dressed now in his tracksuit helped Sarah build a fire and soon we had a cheery blaze going, which was sad in a way, for not only did it advertise our presence but also sent embers into the night sky making it look as if we were being invaded by fire-flies. I handed round a couple more beers as Sarah sat on the warm ground in front of us poking at the fire with a stick whilst we leaned back in our chairs looking up at the colours of the darkening sky; I love camping out around the summer solstice, the days seem never ending and the nights are hardly ever dark.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked.
"It's fantastic," John said taking a gulp from his can. "Your Dad certainly comes up trumps; I wonder how he came to know of this place?"
"Don't ask, he's got contacts everywhere."
"Yeah, thanks for inviting me." Sarah said wistfully as she leaned back against John's legs, craning her head back to look first at him, then at me.
The thought of those two sleeping together in such close proximity drove me into a fantasy of my own. God knows where I was when Sarah come over and plopped herself onto me. For a second she gave me a funny look then that big grin of hers. I groaned internally as my hard-on pressed against her arse. I fully expected some verbal teasing, but instead she leant forward and set her beer on the ground. Perched as she was this only served to press her arse harder against me, leaning back she then curled up in my lap, put an arm around my neck then began playing with my t-shirt as she lounged against my chest. I was very uncomfortable with her being so close, all I could do was breathe deep and relax as best I could praying that I quickly lost my erection.
"Do guys always get horny when a girl cuddles up to them?" she said smugly, wriggling her arse deeper into my crotch.
John glanced at us then shrugged his shoulders. After a few minutes of teasing Sarah gave me a peck on the cheek then started to get up. Her hand brushed lightly along my thigh very close to my crotch. It could have been a mistake but she really hammed it up with jibes about being pissed and not able to hold her balance before she disappeared into the undergrowth only to reappeared a couple minutes later with a handful of beers.
"I hope you washed your hands," I muttered as she dropped one into my crotch with a knowing smile.
"Wouldn't that be telling!" she replied. In her absence she too had put on her tracksuit and in her urgency to get back to us she had pulled the bottoms up too far causing the gusset to become wedged in her pussy. She flopped down in front of John and stretched out.
