It was another of our big-ish camping events. Willy and I had been together for a little less than a year, and we were really excited to reconnect with some distant friends. Yurt packed, cloths packed, equipment, food, and booze of course, we drove about four hours to the campsite.
It started off a really beautiful three-day weekend. Saturday was beyond perfect for October in upstate New York. The sun was shining, we had temperatures reaching the low seventies, and it felt great to be out in the sun and fresh air. Then the afternoon turned. The wind started kicking up, the temperature dropped fast, and then the rain started. Cold, stinging, driving rain. Ugh!
Once that started, most of the people there packed up and left. Some took shelter in the only solid structure we were able to use, which was a small barn. But we had a yurt and a stack of firewood. A couple ladies and I stood or sat by the yurt entrance and invited anyone passing by to come in out of the rain. Before long, we had a small crowd.
The usual fun and games began, and before the night was through, we literally drank everything we had, and everything everyone else had. We sat up a while, just chatting and telling stories, then we invited anyone not going home to stay the night.
"Go get your sleeping bags, blankets, whatever you have, and come sleep by the fire." Willy told them. And most of them did. I don't think we took a head count, but I'd guess we had about twenty-five to thirty all stacked like cordwood on one side of the fire, with the pile of actual wood on the other. The rule was, if you got up for any reason, put another log on.
I had a lot to drink so, off I went to the bathroom, and came back wet and cold from the freezing rain. Already people were under the piles of blankets, and I wanted in there too. At first I thought I'd just crawl in, but with my dress all wet, I decided that wasn't the best idea. If you've read any of Willy's other stories, you'll know I'm not terribly shy. And being a little tipsy made me even less shy. So, I got out of my dress and stayed just in my chamise, then I crawled in.
Willy thought it was a great idea, and I got his attention right away. We quietly kissed and snuggled, and I did a really good job of staying quiet as he tried to get me all excited. In the end, we decided to save it for when we got home and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night to feel Willy caressing my hip. Still a little turned on from earlier, I let him carry on. His hand kept moving up and down and around my hip, and I knew he was looking to feel my panties. I smiled at myself because I'd been without them all day.
Slowly he started sliding the hem of my chamise up until his hand could reach under. He caressed my hip and confirmed for himself I was completely naked under this chamise. Then he slowly crept his hand up to my breasts. The way he was being so gentle made me think he hoped I was still asleep. I lifted my hip and pulled up my chamise to give him access to everything below the waist... just to let him know I was awake and very into what he was doing.
I'd never had sex in a crowd like this before, and the thought of it was getting me very wet. I'd have to keep quiet or wake the guy on my other side. And how exciting was that, to know we could so easily get caught.
Just as I felt Willy's hand slide down and start caressing my ass and teasing my pussy from behind, I realized something. I was lying on my left side. When we went to sleep, I had been on my right side. I opened my eyes and strained to see in the dark, and though I couldn't make out much, I easily recognized my Willy's face just inches from mine. Then who was...?
A finger slid into my wet pussy, and I stifled a little squeak that almost escaped. I grabbed for Willy and shook him gently. "Wake up." I whispered.
"I'm awake, love." He whispered back.
The other hand pushed the finger in deeper, and I squeezed my thighs together in an effort to stop him. "Someone is..."
Willy hushed me, to keep my voice down. "I know." He said, and I could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Who is it?" I hissed.
"No idea." He whispered back.
The hand moved around to the front again and pushed its way into my chamise to find my breasts. At the same time, I felt the unmistakable presence of a cock rubbing against my ass as he moved closer.
"He's feeling me up." I whimpered.
Again, Willy put a finger to my lips to hush me. "I know."
"He's got his trousers down." I whispered more desperately.
"I know."
The cock begging admittance shifted into position, and I felt the head part my lips.
"Oh, god. Honey. He's going to fuck me." I pleaded.
Willy leaned forward and kissed me softly. "I know."
That was all our unknown neighbor needed to hear. He shifted forward and pushed himself into me.
Without a name or a face to put to the unknown cock now sliding into my sex, my urge was to escape. I tried to, but Willy grabbed both my hands and held me there. I tugged to get free, but he held me firm. All the while, that cock kept going deeper and deeper. It reached places Willy's never had, and still there was a bit more. When I felt his pelvis bounce up against my rear, my little moan got covered by Willy's mouth.
