Crazy Camping Neighbor

When I found my flashlight, I got into position, whipped open the tent door and shone the light outside.

Sasha was at my picnic table staring at the ground with a tight smile, like she was suppressing some private joke. Or she was drunk. She had an unzipped sleeping bag wrapped around her which she clutched to her chest.

"Are you okay, Sasha? Did those assholes come back?"

She just smiled dreamily, focused on the ground at her feet. I crawled out and sat beside her. She was shivering.

Her legs and feet were bare and her sleeping bag was ridiculously thin. Cartoon characters cavorted all over it: a kid's sleeping bag.

"Is that all you have to stay warm? It's cold tonight."

All I had was my own sleeping bag and no extra blanket to offer her. But my camping mat was big enough for two, barely. When I spied on her earlier, she had been kneeling on the bare floor of her tent. Was she sleeping directly on the ground in that joke of a sleeping bag?

Without a word, Sasha stood, stared at the open door of my tent, then crawled inside, trailing her sleeping bag behind her. I saw a bare back and panty-covered bum before she disappeared.

When I looked in, she was on her side facing the tent wall, her colorful sleeping bag spread over her like a quilt.

"Uh, Sasha?"

No answer.

After her yelling at me and seeing how she handled those assholes, I wasn't sure about sleeping beside her. When she woke up, would she think I had taken advantage of her somehow? Thinking maybe I could sleep in her tent, I walked over and looked inside. Sure enough, she had been sleeping right on the ground. I had made the same mistake when I first started camping.

Once back in my tent, I unzipped my sleeping bag and laid it over us both. Cautiously, I laid back, giving her as much room as possible, and tried to sleep.

That wasn't easy with a pretty, half-naked and clearly troubled woman asleep beside me. In contrast to her anger earlier when I tried to help with the scumbags, this time she seemed to be in a trance. Sleep walking? I had no idea, but looking over at her sleeping, I felt an unreasonable sympathy and protectiveness for her.

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"Wmmf! Raaa? huhh..."

I woke to Sasha mumbling and tossing. A dream? A nightmare? Whatever it was, she wasn't enjoying it. She muttered and grunted, shifting around in distress, legs shuffling, getting more and more agitated.

She let out a thin wail. A flailing arm thudded across my face, making sparks shoot behind my eyes.

Grabbing her arm, I pulled us together to hold her.

"Shhh, Sasha. You're dreaming. Everything's okay. You're safe. It's okay. Shhh."

"Mmmfz! Hmmmm..."

She pressed against me, laying her arm on my chest. Soon she relaxed and nuzzled sleepily into my neck.

Her flailing had tossed our sleeping bag covers away. I felt around for them and tugged them over us as best I could. Sasha gave a satisfied "mmmm" and settled closer.

I shushed and soothed her, stroking her forehead, hugging her close. She was warm and soft, and her hair smelled like wood smoke and a hint of shampoo. I basked in the simple intimacy of holding her, feeling a glow of satisfaction at being able to comfort her, to chase away her nightmare and give her a little peace.

Sasha's breathing slowed and deepened. Soon she was deep asleep, peaceful in my arms. I basked in the simple intimacy of holding her, feeling a glow of satisfaction at being able to comfort her, to chase away her nightmare and give her a little peace.

~~~~

The air in the tent had become humid from the breath of two people. It was also thick with the unmis-takable scent of an aroused female.

I had woken to a subtle rhythmic movement from Sasha. We were laying on our sides with me spooned behind her. I had one arm stretched out under her neck, the other resting on her waist. I also had a raging erection that pressed between our bodies, the tip peaking past the waistband.

Sasha's breathing was shallow and rapid. Another nightmare? Then I heard faint liquid sounds and a tiny whimper while her rhythmic motions continued. She was masturbating!

She seemed to be trying to stay quiet, keeping her movements to a minimum and breathing through her mouth. Sasha probably thought I was still asleep. I could only see shadows of shadows, but her panty-clad ass pressed against me. I pictured her on her side, one leg raised, hands jammed into her under-wear, fingers strumming her clit and delving inside herself.

Instinctively, my hips moved forward, pressing my cock harder into her. Sasha gave a muted "mmm" and her hips rocked back carefully.

Pretending to be asleep, I lay listening to her, fighting to keep still. My senses became inflamed by her musky scent and tiny squeaks of arousal as her breathing and motion increased. My cock ached for attention, but I didn't dare touch myself or move.

When she took my hand that was stretched under her neck and held it to her naked breast, I gasped and bucked automatically. She held my hand there, coaxing me to squeeze and stroke her firm boob.

"Sasha?" I whispered.

"Please?" she whimpered and pressed my hand tighter to her breast.

I thumbed her nipple, drawing a happy little coo from her, then squeezed and stroked her breast, fasci-nated by the contour and texture against my palm. Uncertain if it was going too far, I brushed my lips over her exposed neck. Sasha gasped, then let out a breathy "ooooh."

Once she was sure I would continue, her hand left mine and joined her other hand between her legs.

Her hips began rocking harder, pushing back against my hardness. She breathed heavily and sighed, no longer staying quiet. I slid my upper hand that had been resting on her waist down between us into my boxers to give my painfully hard dick some attention, making room between us to stroke and grip it. I didn't know if Sasha wanted to fuck—I didn't even know if she was in her right mind just then—but if she was getting herself off, I figured it was okay for me to do it too.

Together we worked ourselves closer to orgasm, Sasha writhing and breathing heavily, me stroking and teasing my cock, picturing her while massaging her boob and groaning beside her ear.

Sasha then reached back and pulled my hand from my cock then around her, sliding it under the elastic of her panties. She moved my hand back and forth over her sopping pussy, pressing my fingers through her silken folds, down to her opening and back. She guided me, showing what she liked. When it seemed I understood, she removed her hand and reached back, snaking her hand into my underwear and freeing my iron hard cock.

I groaned when she circled her moist hand around me and began stroking. In turn, I explored between her legs. She was soaking wet, making it easy to slide my fingers through her folds to circle and press at her opening, then slip up along the puffy outside to draw teasing patterns around her swollen little clit, carefully avoiding direct contact.

It was an awkward position with us laying on our sides, my lower arm was curled under her neck and holding one boob while my upper arm delved between her legs. Sasha held one leg high, bent at the knee to give me access. Her upper arm was behind her, stroking me. Her other hand was holding her panties open as I tried to pleasure her, sometimes guiding my hand to show where she needed more attention.

Neither of us spoke. We masturbated each other, moaning and and sighing, our bodies twisting and thrusting as we climbed higher, like teenagers furtively pleasuring each other for the first time.

Moments passed until Sasha began giving sweet little "uh, uh, uh" grunts in time to my two fingers slipping inside of her while I teased her clit with the pad of my thumb. Her stroking and gripping of my cock became erratic.

"Do that," she breathed. "Just like that. Please!"

Encouraged, I kept up the same motion, feeling and hearing her excitement rising along with my own. My hand had started to ache when she cried out long and low and gripped my shaft tight while she pressed her legs together to force my hand to stay still. I heard a strangled moan and felt her pulsing around my fingers as she came hard.

She gave my dick a few faltering feathery strokes while she floated in bliss, but it was enough. I sur-render to my own orgasm and shot streak after streak up her naked back, groaning with the pleasure of release.

While we recovered, Sasha gave one last squeeze of my softening cock and wiped her hand on the side of her underwear. I slid my hand out of her panties and used my t-shirt to mop off her back. She then took that hand and held it to her tummy while pressing my other hand, still at her breast, tightly to her.

"Sasha," I whispered.

"Shhhh," she said, "sleepy time." She pulled my arms around her tighter and shifted, making herself more comfortable. In a few moments her breathing became slow and deep and she was asleep.

I pondered what we had done meant, if it meant anything. I hoped she had been herself and not the person who had crawled into my tent earlier. I wanted her to have done it consciously and for it to mean something.

~~~~

The walls of the tent glowed in the early dawn. Outside, birds had begun their conversations, and I was still spooned behind a sleeping Sasha, my arms loose around her.

I gazed at the side of her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful and content. For the first time I noticed she had a spray of light freckles over her nose and cheekbones, so faint you could only see them up close. Her nose was slightly off-center, like it had been broken long ago. Details of the previous night surfaced, and I wondered again what it meant.

I wanted to keep holding her and watch her sleep, but my brain felt foggy, and I desperately needed to piss. My morning wood lay hard against Sasha's ass.

A quick early morning swim would clear my head, calm my libido, and restore some energy. If I was quick, maybe Sasha would still be asleep when I got back. The campground had a swimming area beside the wide river with sand they had trucked in to make a small beach. It would be jammed with families and kids later, but no one would be there yet.

Outside, the dawn air was refreshingly crisp. The surrounding camp sites were silent. It was far too early for anyone to be up.

I passed the yahoo's camp site. Three guys snored in the bed of the pickup truck. One lay passed out on the table. Garbage, empty bottles, and beer cans were everywhere. One guy I didn't recognize was awake, hunched over smoking a cigarette. He tracked me with narrowed eyes as I passed.

It was a few minutes of walking past the bathrooms to get to the beach. The river was mirror smooth with mist spreading over it as the rising sun fought to burn it away.

Rope buoys circled the beach swimming area far out in the water. Dropping my towel on a log at the edge of the beach, I waded in, sucking air when the chilly water reached my nuts.

I did laps along the buoy rope, enjoying the feel of the water and the surroundings. Three ducks flapped overhead, and I paused to watch. The other side of the river was far, shrouded in mist. I wondered if I could swim that far and what was on the other side.

When I turned back towards the beach, someone with pale skin and black hair stood on the sand, looking spectacular in a red two-piece swimsuit.

Sasha!

My heart quickenedand I swam in to greet her, but as I got close her face went dark.

"Why are you here? Waiting to ogle me again, creep? Didn't see enough of me naked yesterday?"

What the hell? Weren't we long past that?

"Fine," she roared. "Here! Get a good look."

Sasha whipped off her top, balled it up and flung it at me. It fluttered to the sand. With a sour look, she stuck out her chest, hands on her hips, presenting her naked breasts.

I glimpsed pale boobs, round and firm and medium sized capped by small pink nipples. But I couldn't stand there admiring them.

Looking around, I waded from the water and moved to her quickly. "Sasha! There might be kids around."

I picked up her top and held it out to her. She swiped it from my hand, glaring.

"And will you keep it down?" I said. "We don't want to wake people up."

She bent her head as she put her top back on. When she looked up, she looked embarrassed and stricken.

"I... sorry," she said. "You didn't deserve that."

When I held out my arms, she looked me up and down. "What are you doing?"

"Can I hug you?"

Sasha stood there, looking confused. Tentatively, I stepped close and wrapped her in my arms. She was stiff, then softened and put her arms around me too.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I... I get angry sometimes. For no real reason. Why did you leave?"

"What?"

She looked up, eyes huge. "You were gone when I woke up. W-why did you leave me?"

"I had to piss," I said. "And I felt a little foggy. So I went for a quick swim. I promised myself I'd swim every morning on this trip. I hoped you'd still be sleeping when I got back."

"I thought I had weirded you out. Disgusted you. Especially after we... we..."

"Made each other come?"

She buried her face against me. "Yeah. Oh god, I can't believe I did that. We did that."

I squeezed her. "I love that you trusted me enough to do that with you."

Sasha looked up again. "Pfft! Don't give yourself so much credit. I was just super horny. I thought I could get myself off without waking you up." She sighed. "Sometimes I'm a little impulsive. Sometimes I don't make great decisions."

She pulled away and plodded over to the log at the side of the beach, spread her towel on it and sat hunched over. I joined her.

"You know there's something wrong with me, right?" she said.

"Well, you seem to do strange things sometimes. And say some really strange things."

"Most of those are jokes."

"What?"

"When people think I say strange things. A lot of the time, I'm trying to make a joke. I should stop. It never works out. Like in the lunchroom at work we were discussing relationships. I said something like 'thirty percent of all marriages end in divorce now. But that's not so bad when you consider that all the rest end in death.'"

It took me a moment before I laughed.

"Oh, great," she said. "You get it. The people I was sitting with treated me like a leper for the rest of the week."

"So, when you do weird things, those are jokes too?"

"No. And it doesn't happen often, but you know what? Sometimes it starts with me thinking something ridiculous. Like that time at the Dairy Duck. I remember trying to think of some way to get you to notice me. Or Andre... he was really cute too. But with those uniforms it was impossible to dress sexy or anything. I joked to myself that I should just not wear anything underneath. Flash you or something. Then there I am at work with no underwear. Like I decided to actually go through with the joke. But I didn't decide anything. It just happened. Weird, huh?"

I agreed it was pretty weird.

"Anyway, I couldn't go home: I needed the money. And how would anyone know? It would've been fine, except Mary was mopping the back corridor. Of course it had to be little miss perfect. I slipped and fell on my ass, she got a glimpse of my twat, and that was that."

The way Sasha explained it, it seemed understandable. Except for the fact it was totally nuts.

"You were kind of smiling last night when you showed up at my tent. Another joke?"

She looked pained. "I guess. I was shivering in my tent, still all stressed out by those idiots, and thought about asking if you had an extra blanket or anything. Then yeah... I joked to myself you'd probably love it if I just crawled into your tent. Next thing I know, I'm watching myself do just that. I didn't even get dressed!"

"What do you mean, watching yourself?"

"That's what it's like, sometimes. It's not me. I'm watching someone else do these stupid, embarrassing things." She sighed. "I'm so sorry for inviting myself in like that. I know you didn't want me there."

"Are you kidding? I loved having you with me last night. And not just because we got each other off. It was magical. Anytime anyone has stayed the night, they've stayed on the far side of the bed, then leave first thing in the morning. You let me hold you all night. And seemed to like it."

"I... I loved it. I woke up when it was dark and your arms were around me and I felt so safe. So cared for. You smelled good, then I felt you were hard. And, well, I started imagining certain things. But you were sleeping. And I knew you were only tolerating me being there. It's been so long since I've been with anyone. I thought I could get myself off quickly so I wouldn't attack you and—"

I squeezed her hand. "It's all right, Sasha. I loved it. I loved being able to make you feel good. Especially after your nightmare."

She looked doubtful. "I didn't have a nightmare. Not last night. I mean, I have bad dreams almost every night, but they wake me up. Then it takes forever to get back to sleep."

"Well, you did have one. You were tossing and muttering. You even screamed in a weird way. So I held you. You calmed down right away and went back to sleep."

Sasha studied my face, looking for a lie.

"Well, now you know I'm a complete loon," she said. "And I snapped at you for trying to help with those two morons. Why did I do that?"

"You were probably pretty stressed. And it wasn't any of my business. You sure didn't need me white knighting on you. I still don't know how you laid them out so easily."

She flashed a tight smile. "I've dealt with scumbags plenty of times. And took a few self-defense classes."

"I was kind of hoping you'd do more to those fuckheads. They deserved it."

She frowned. "No, they did not! I didn't want to hurt them. With drunk morons sometimes it takes a little physical demonstration to get their attention."

She looked across the beach. "Hey, they have swings! Do you like swinging?"

On the far side of the beach sat a playground with tall swings, a set of see-saws and a play structure. Sasha grabbed her towel and ran to it as I followed. She picked a swing and started leaning back and forth, pumping with her legs to get higher and higher. I took the swing beside her and did the same.

"Oh, that's pretty," Sasha said, looking over the river. She swung so high she was almost parallel with the top pole of the swings. "They rent paddle boards here. Want to go paddle boarding?"

Talking with Sasha was such a rollercoaster.

"I've never done it. That would be fun to try."

I pumped, trying to swing as high as she was, Soon we were swinging back and forth in sync, our bodies arching back and forth in harmony. We grinned at each other.

"Did you really like having me in your tent last night?" she said.

"Of course. I loved it. I loved holding you."

"Could you hold me again tonight?"

"Sure. Though I'd appreciate it if you wore more than panties. It's hard to stay calm when you're half naked."

She scanned me from top to bottom. "What if I was completely naked? And you were too?"

I nearly fell off the swing.

"But," she said, "you have to promise you'll be there when I wake up. I've never woken up next to someone."

"Never?"

She shrugged. "Everyone in town knows I'm crazy. No guy ever stays. No one ever wants anything more than a quick fuck. And no one has ever wanted to be my boyfriend."

"You've never had a boyfriend?"

Sasha shook her head, her swinging losing momentum.

"Well," I said, "I promise to be there when you wake up, if you promise not to sleep on the far side of the bed."

She grinned at me and nodded.

At the top of our next swing, Sasha leaped off and landed with gymnastic grace on the grass. I slowed and hopped off at a safer height.

The first of the families had appeared, burdened with coolers and beach umbrellas. Some kids ran toward the water, others headed towards us and the play structure.