Camping With Bailey, part 1 [m21/f21] | 2016

Ok, first and foremost, this will be a looooong story. In order to not spam this sub, I'm going to try to post one part each night for the next four or five nights.

Second, this happened before my last story with Bailey. This would have been spring, and "My Almost Kind of Threesome" would have been the following fall.

As I've mentioned before, I am a pretty big geek. I think now that's more acceptable than it was even five years ago, but I still have that chip on my shoulder. This story, I have to warn you, involves simultaneously some of the hottest sex I've ever had, and some of the most nerdy situations you will ever hear about.

All of that being said, let's be on our way.

Bailey and I were, at one time, a serious item. For about eight months we gave into the mutual attraction that had built up since middle school. It was one of those fuck buddy turns into a relationship that crashes and burns and then devolves into fuck buddies again kind of things. During that eight months, we had a TON of fun, more sex than should be legal, and got into a LOT of trouble. This story is about the time we drove halfway across the country to spend the weekend camping in the mountains pretending to be medieval folks.

I warned you.

The trip unfortunately began with a cross country rode trip. I hate road trips. I can't stay still for an hour let alone twenty four. A full day packed into a mini van with Bailey's parents up front, her brothers in the middle, and then us behind a wall of luggage all the way in back sounded like hell, and I was determined to sleep through it.

Luckily, Bailey was more than willing to help keep me up all night beforehand. We took turns watching Interview With A Vampire and Queen of the Damned, and sucking or fucking each other's brains out whenever we began to feel drowsy, so that by the time 6am rolled around and we were packed all the way in back like sardines, we could easily lay across the seat together and fall asleep.

We woke up for lunch, but quickly fell back asleep while sharing headphones as soon as we got back in the car. It wasn't until it was dark again that I woke up, fidgety and manic. Bailey was still asleep with her head on my chest, and her brothers and mom were asleep further up, meaning it had to be late. Her step-dad was oblivious to us, focusing on the road and Shine On You Crazy Diamond (which, much to my embarrassment, was the beginning of my love affair with Pink Floyd).

Stir crazy and claustrophobic, I had to do something. But what? I couldn't make noise or turn on a light, lest I wake someone up and get an earful. It also became dauntingly apparent that my body wasn't alright with me not having an orgasm in the past twelve hours, as I had enthusiastic morning wood making me even more uncomfortable.

I strained and struggled, doing mental gymnastics trying to find a solution to my anxiety. I must have been fidgeting too much, because Bailey eventually stirred awake. She quietly took in the scene and came to pretty much the same conclusions I had.

Inching up so that we were more or less face to face, she whispered, “what's wrong?”

“I'm too cramped. I need to stretch or move or something.” I replied.

Her eyes looked this way and that, as if to say “not likely in here.”

I sighed with resignation.

She kissed my cheek. “Hey,” she whispered, taking my hand. She led it slowly from her back, where I had been holding her, down to her ass. I was only to happy to give it a firm squeeze, but she pulled it away, around to the front of her jeans.

“I had a really nice dream,” She whispered, her devious eye meeting mine.

I smiled, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping my hand into her panties. It must have been some dream, because she was completely soaked.

She bit her lip as the tips of my fingers traced her slick lips.

“Tell me about it,” I whispered.

She shook her head, holding her finger in front of her lips. “Later,” was all she said.

Admittedly frustrated, I nodded, kissed her forehead, and focused on my task. Not wanting my one distraction to be gone too soon, I took my time. While my fingers grazed and tickled her shaved lips, her fingers began tightening on my shirt, grabbing handfuls. I could hear her breath coming in fits and spurts in time with the movements of my fingers. When I touched her, she would gasp, almost imperceptibly. When my fingers moved away, a little sigh of anticipation.

Finally, I let one finger run between her lips. She squeaked, quietly. I smiled down at her, holding a finger to my lips. She only bit her bottom lip in effort, her brow furrowed and eyes pleading.

“Don't make a sound.” I whispered in her ear, before pushing first one, then two fingers into her. Her face was almost a silent scream, eyes wide and mouth just holding in a moan. She shut her eyes tight and buried her head in my shoulder while I slowly pushed my fingers into her, then dragged them back out along the top of her channel, grazing her g-spot. I knew I'd hit it when the hand clutching my shirt jerked and grabbed more fabric, pulling it to her like she might fall away if she let go.

I did this over and over, slowly, and with no ambition of making it end. I honestly didn't want her to come, because then I would be restless and fidgety again. So I didn't. For twenty minutes, and hour, maybe more, I just slowly, gently played with her, massaging her inside and out, gently tracing her folds and crevices, dragging my fingers over every bump and ridge, Occasionally I would make sure to touch her clit or g-spot again, maybe once every minute, just to keep her interested.

The result was more than I hoped for. In the first ten minutes, she was kissing and sucking my neck and shoulder, begging me silently to let her cum. Sometime in the next ten minutes, she began trying to grab my cock, to tease me like I was teasing her, but seeing as I was laying on one of her arms and I had use of both of mine, pinning her down was no trouble. I just played with her, silently, watching her try her hardest not to move, not to make a sound, not to scream in frustration.

When the sun came up, I figured we would be stopping for a rest soon. I finally resolved to let go of the only game I had while the sky started to lighten in that pre-sunrise blue.

“Beg me.” I silently mouthed to her.

“Please, please, please, please!” her lips moved over and over, her eyes pleading with me.

I smiled and decided to be merciful. I began circling her clit with two fingers. I watched every movement her face made, closing her eyes first in relief. Then as the tension built, her expression got tighter and tighter. Eyes closed, mouth wide open in a silent scream, she held my hand over her pussy, holding me where she needed me, holding on for dear life.

Finally, she spasmed and came crashing over the edge, wedging her face as deep into the crook of my neck as she could while she rode it out. Her legs twitched and tightened around my waist, her hand grabbing a fistful of my hair. Slowly, I let her down, easing up the pressure on her clit ever so slightly.

At last, I pulled my hand from her now soaked panties and tasted one finger. While I was feeding her the other, a call came out from the front.

“Ok, rest stop,” Her step dad said over his shoulder. She just smiled wickedly at me and sucked her cum off of my fingers.