Becky & Lisa Camping Ch. 02

Becky and I have always been outdoorsy. We like hiking and biking and camping out - getting out of the town and into the hills and the woods and the fields.

The camping trip was a great way for us to reward ourselves once our exams were finished. We'd always hiked and camped fairly locally before - this time we'd be heading for a proper holiday in the Lake District. We were both 18 and felt mature enough to travel and look after ourselves without our parents to help, at least for a few days.

But we didn't have a lot of money and once we'd bought our train tickets we realised paying fees on a campsite for the whole holiday was a bit beyond our meagre finances.

The solution seemed obvious. We'd camped wild plenty of times locally - we never bothered to ask permission, we'd just pitch our tent in a wooded area out of sight and be packed up again early the next day - so why not do the same for part of our Lakes holiday? We could wild camp for a couple of nights, then move to a campsite (with showers - the showers were very important) for the last couple of nights, halving the cost of our holiday.

So it was we found ourselves loaded up with our small tent and camping gear (packing as lightly as possible) and on a train to the beautiful land of The Lakes.

We arrived at lunch time and spent a happy afternoon on a short scenic hike, aiming for a general direction.

As the afternoon drew on we decided to head towards our chosen camping spot. We'd done a bit of research before hand (thanks to Google Earth) and had found some nearby woodland at the edge of a steep-sided vale. It wasn't on any major hiking route but it didn't look to be part of anyone's farm either. When we arrived there we hiked a decent way into the woodland, away from any trail, and found a good spot to set up camp.

Becky had already started talking about how "private" our camping site was and how we hadn't seen any people all afternoon. She gradually started to take off her clothes, starting with her shirt - she seemed to be making a game of it; she'd do something to the campsite, then take off an article of clothing. But she had more jobs than items of clothing and she was soon working on putting up the tent and unrolling her sleeping bag wearing nothing but her hiking boots.

"You're, um... you're going to camp naked?" I asked when I first realised Becky was happily starkers.

"Well, yeah," she said, "you don't mind do you? We're the only people around and, well, to be honest I've always wanted to do this! Just camp out in the woods with no clothes on, just getting back to nature!"

Privately, I was mortified! Becky naked in one of our houses, with TV and other things to distract me from the tumultuous feelings the sight of her caused in me, was one thing. But out here alone in the woods, that was something else entirely!

Just looking at her was setting my pulse racing. If I'd thought she looked good at home, this new "wood nymph" Becky, naked among the trees and greenery, was blowing my mind. I had an awkward feeling that I was going to end up doing something I would end up regretting while we were out here and I really wanted Becky to put her clothes back on before I did. But I couldn't bring myself to spoil her fun, so I told her that of course I didn't mind and immediate busied myself with something, anything, to distract me from becoming a lust crazy mess then and there.

It was a warm afternoon and evening and Becky remained nude for a few hours at the campsite, until the setting sun finally brought the temperature down and with an air of sadness, Becky delved into her bag and pulled out a baggy sweater, which she put on along with her jeans from earlier. We cooked a simple supper and I breathed a sigh of relief - while nobody had come along and found out campsite, I had spent the whole time Becky had been naked in fear of discovery, and could now finally relax and stop jumping at every sound. My comfort was short-lived though. As it got cooler and darker we decided to retire to the tent and the comfort of our sleeping bags - and no sooner had we closed the tent flap than Becky was out of her clothes again, scrambling round naked to get into the warm sleeping bag. She obviously intended to sleep in the nude too, and the tent was not large - the two of us were bedded down almost touching, with only the fabric of our sleeping bags between us.

There was a moment when I unthinkingly undressed myself in order to put on my pyjamas, when i caught my breath, realising I was wearing only panties and only a whisker from skin to bare skin contact with my friend. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with the desire to embrace her; to fling myself on her, to feel her warm and naked body pressed against mine; to kiss her soft lips hungrily; to taste her and smell her and touch her. I felt dizzy and flushed and quickly pulled on my nightclothes and dived under my sleeping bag, grateful that the light was poor and only I knew how much I was blushing.

Becky lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, the sleeping bag gathered up beneath her breasts. We chatted away, as I tried to ignore her the white swells of her bare breasts, her nipples just visible in the half light. I was worried the conversation would turn quite intimate (the way our talk often did when we shared bedrooms) and I would be powerless to stop a confession of love squeaking from my lips - but fortunately Becky was sleepy, and within a half hour she was snoring.

I alone remained awake. I lay on my side, hand between my legs and finally was able to give myself some release. My pussy was wet beyond belief and it took only the briefest and most subtle movement of my fingers to bring myself to the climax I had been yearning for all day. I trembled and clamped my free hand over my mouth to stifle my moans, but Becky was fast asleep and I honestly think I could have screamed in delirious ecstasy and she'd have carried on snoring.

My lust spent (for now) I looked over at the sleeping form of my friend - again, in the pit of my stomach was a feeling of guilt. Becky was nude around me for no reason other than that she felt comfortable and safe to be - and I couldn't stop feeling like a raging nympho. I felt like a bad friend - more than that, I felt afraid that our friendship was somehow under threat, that my feelings for Becky, different to her feelings for me, were going to complicate things in the future.

I lay worrying for a while until sleep finally came.

I awoke somewhat later in the morning than I expected to, and when I raised myself, fuzzy-headed and groggy, from the sleeping bag, I saw that Becky was no longer in the tent. I unzipped the flap and crawled out into the bright light of day.

It was sunny and again warm. There was no sign of Becky but I badly needed to pee, so I decided to take care of that before I tried to find her. I walked a short distance from our campsite to a small patch that seemed like a suitable toilet. I pulled down my shorts and panties, squatted and peed, feeling much better for it.

I had just pulled up my shorts when I saw movement off through the trees. I wasn't certain what I had seen and whether it was a person or an animal - and if it was a person it might just have been Becky taking a morning stroll. I decided to investigate.

The distance was deceptive and I must have actually walked for a minute or to before I reached where I thought the movement and noise had come from. I trod as quietly as I could - I was hoping it was an animal, maybe even a deer or at least a badger, that I would be able to catch a glimpse of in the wild.

So it was no surprise she didn't hear me.

I'd discovered what it was I'd seen moving in undergrowth and it wasn't an animal. It was Becky.

Once again, she was completely nude. She was reclining against a tree, lying back in the hollow of its roots. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, her full lips parted and her mouth half open. One hand was lightly caressing her bare breast, the other was between her legs, which were spread wide. I was off to one side of her so couldn't see exactly but it was fairly obvious that she was masturbating.

I froze. She hadn't seen me, and I could have just turned and crept quietly back the way I had come. That would have been the polite thing to do.

I'd seen Becky masturbate, briefly, once before, when we were a few years younger - on that occasion she'd been fully aware of my presence but had given in to her own confused feelings which had come out of her growing interest in exhibitionism. Back then, seeing my friend play with herself was crossing a boundary I didn't want to go over, and I'd been shocked. I'd also been hurt that she'd thought it acceptable to do something like that in front of me without considering my feelings. I'd stayed angry at her for a while and it had threatened our friendship, and since then, while she was once more open with me about being an exhibitionist and a nudist, Becky had always been careful to keep any sexual excitement her nudity was giving her as private as she could.

But here the tables had turned. Becky was obviously not expecting an audience. She'd snuck out of the tent while I was still asleep and had walked until she was out of sight of the camp site before settling down to pleasure herself. It was clear that being naked in the woods was turning her on, but she'd been careful to keep that from me and not cross the line by indulging her sexual fantasy while I was around.

Meanwhile, I - who once turned and fled in disgust at the mere sight of Becky touching herself - was now crouching in the bushes, unable to tear my gaze away as she reclined like some beautiful woodland nymph, naked and cradled by the roots of the tree, and unashamedly pleasured herself.

Becky was clearly in no hurry to reach orgasm - the strokes of her touch were slow and languorous and she would occasionally pause, bring her hand away (it may have been wishful thinking but I fancied that once I saw her fingers glistening with wetness as she drew them from herself). But at the same time it was obvious that the immense pleasure she was getting from committing this act nude and out of doors was leading her inevitably to an incredible climax. Sure enough, in the quiet morning air I was able to hear as her breath quickened and little moans and sighs escaped her lips. She made no effort to quiet them, and the wordless squeaks gradually turned to breathy exclamations of "oh... oh... oh..."

Her cries became louder and more frantic as the pace of her fingers increased, until finally she arched her back, pushing her sex into her eager hand. Head thrown back, eyes closed, she cried out involuntarily as she came, a sound of pure passion, her whole body twitching and trembling, before sinking back into the hollow of the roots, the movement of her hand slowing to nothing - then all was still and quiet once more.

I have experienced plenty of orgasms in my time, but I have never ever come as hard, or as long, or as satisfyingly as Becky looked to have then. Even she was surprised by its intensity, and she lay back, dazed and motionless, breathing hard.

I should also mention that aside from occasionally looking at internet porn, I'd never seen somebody else having an orgasm before. I was 18 but I wasn't massively experienced with boys and a few half-hearted fumbles were all I'd ever got up to. So I'd never seen a boy come, and I'd certainly never seen a girl come, let alone with the intensity Becky just had.

I hadn't moved at all while watching her masturbate, but I hadn't needed to touch myself to know how aroused the sight had made me. I was breathing harshly, just like Becky had been, and my pussy practically ached. I felt wetness where my knickers pressed against my sex and my legs were like jelly.

Nonetheless there was no time for me to attend to any of these feelings - I had no idea how long Becky was going to lie there before getting up and heading back to the camp, and I needed to slip away without her realising I had been there (or worse accidentally stumbling on my hiding place while walking back).

I crept away and, when I felt I was a safe distance from Becky, stood up and walked quickly back to the tent. Ignoring my lingering sense of arousal I quickly stripped off my pyjama shorts and moist panties and pulled on clean underwear and some hiking shorts. I then whipped off my t-shirt and donned a bra and tank top, hoping that fresh, unrevealing clothing would conceal any signs of how turned on I'd been.

5 minutes or so later, as I busied myself tidying up and brushing my hair, Becky walked back into the camp.

"Oh, hey!" she said, as I tried to pretend to be surprised that she wasn't wearing any clothes. "You're up!"

"Yeah," I replied, "just got up. What you been doing?"

Becky at least had the good grace to blush!

"Just... went for a walk," she said quickly. I took a look at her. She had managed to regain a lot of her composure and aside from messy hair - oh and the fact she was naked - you wouldn't have guessed what she had really been up to.

I let it go. I couldn't tell her I'd hidden and watched her like some sort of pervert. Especially as it might make her wonder about my true feelings towards her.