This is a follow-up story to "Sarah's Friend." Please see my profile page if you would like to read the stories in sequence.
Ever since Sarah had brought her friend Nadia to stay at my place for the weekend, she’d been finding new ways to keep herself entertained during her bi-weekly visits. As a divorced father, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she stopped seeing me as regularly, so it was important to me to make sure that I accommodated her wishes as best as I could. I wanted her to have fond memories of our times together.
This time Sarah had convinced me to go camping in Luxemburg. The summer season was almost over, and she wanted to have some fun before the autumn rains started. She’d found a really nice camp site in the woods beside a lake. When she’d shown me the brochure, I had to admit that it was tempting. After looking it up on the web and reviewing the comments from previous guests, I concluded that it looked like a decent place with clean facilities. I agreed that we could go there, but then the trouble started.
“Can I bring a friend along, Dad?” Sarah asked me over the phone.
My heart stepped up a beat, remembering what had happened when Nadia had stayed at my place in Paris earlier that year.
“Nadia?” I asked hesitantly.
“No, not Nadia,” Sarah answered, sighing, “Katie. She’s English.”
I vaguely remembered having met Katy about four years before in Germany. She was a bit plump at that time, with a rather bland-looking face. She had seemed rather reserved, preferring to shy away as quickly as possible back to Sarah’s room to play. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved that Sarah hadn’t invited Nadia. On the one hand I’d enjoyed a fantastic sexual experience with Nadia, but on the other hand I wasn’t sure that I could handle that much excitement again, especially without Sarah realizing that something was going on between us. Still, I was curious as to what had happened to her.
“I see”, I said nonchalantly, “I thought you were best friends with Nadia.”
“Not since Julie caught her shagging her boyfriend!” Sarah exclaimed, “Nadia’s a real slut. She sleeps with every man she can get her hands on. Can you believe she even fucked Petra’s dad? He’s at least twice her age!”
I felt red in the face when I heard this news, especially the fact that Sarah obviously didn’t know that Nadia had also “fucked” me, as she put it. But further than that, I realized that I probably wasn’t the hunk of a man I had imagined and that Nadia would probably have done the same with any other male, young or old, regardless of their charm or their looks.
Sarah filled the silence as I sat there with the phone in my hand, mulling over what she had just said and how I felt about the situation.
“Is that OK, Dad?” she continued, referring to bringing Katie along with her.
“I guess so.” I said. It wasn’t the most enthusiastic of responses, but I had just had the wind knocked out of my sails and couldn’t bring myself to sound any cheerier.
“Thanks Dad.” Sarah went on, “See you Friday evening then. I love you.”
“I love you too, Sarah. See you Friday.” I responded, and then hung up the phone.
When I arrived at Sarah’s house she was ready with her camping gear, which we promptly loaded into the car and drove off to pick up Katie. She lived nearby. Sarah gave me directions and within twenty minutes winding through backstreets we had arrived in front of Katie’s house. Sarah rang the doorbell and went inside.
They emerged together a few minutes later. I couldn’t recognize Katie. She wasn’t overly beautiful, but she was a lot taller and slimmer than I had remembered her. Obviously there is a difference between a fourteen year-old girl and an eighteen year-old woman, but I couldn’t reconcile that Katie had evolved in such a way. She looked lovely with her curly light-brown hair swept over her now pretty face. She wore a big smile, flashing her white teeth at me as they stepped toward the car. Sarah opened the trunk and pushed Katie’s camping gear in between the other bags.
“Hi Mr. Johnston” Katie greeted me as she got into the back seat, next to Sarah.
I said “Hello” back and drove off, engaging the GPS for our final destination. The girls chattered away in the back while I turned onto the highway, listening to the radio at low volume. I wanted to reach the campsite before darkness because I knew from prior experience that pitching a tent in complete darkness isn’t much fun.
During the drive Sarah and Katie occasionally engaged me in the conversation, telling me about their summer Spanish language course and their whacky teacher, and about their holiday together in Spain in August. They had wanted to learn Spanish before their trip, but it seemed that their teacher had been fairly useless. They had ended up lost somewhere one night and weren’t able to explain where they needed to go, but luckily they had eventually found a bar with an English-speaking barman who had offered to drive them back to their hotel three villages away. I found the story quite scary, but they seemed to find it rather amusing.
The sun was just setting when we arrived at the campsite. Between the three of us we managed to set up the tents just before it got dark. All three of us had our own one-man tent, which we had pitched in a row, away from the few other campers that were brave enough to stay there during the close of season. The night temperatures were already cold enough to be considered chilly, but the days were still quite sunny and mildly warm. After we were done hammering the pegs into the ground, I made a fire and we ate beans and bacon. Then we went off to wash before retiring to our tents, with the intention of getting up early to explore the surroundings.
During our evening meal, I had noticed that Katie didn’t seem all that well-developed on top. She clearly had breasts, but they formed little mounds rather than being proportional to her stature. It was quite erotic to her little buds gliding beneath her tight t-shirt as she moved about. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra and didn’t even need one. When the cold set in for the night I had the joy of watching her nipples poking out firmly from behind the cotton material for a few minutes before she put on a jacket.
The next morning I scouted around the camp site, and found a good spot beside the lake. The sky was clear and it felt a bit warmer than the previous day. The girls got up shortly thereafter, and following a cereal breakfast and a cup of tea, we made our way back to the place that I had found earlier.
We threw down our towels and set ourselves down to enjoy the peace and quiet. I had brought my fishing gear, which I set up before stripping myself down to my trunks. The girls were already wearing their bikinis and were now lying down on their stomachs in the hope of catching a tan. Sarah was wearing her usual blue one, whereas Katie had a cute pink and white checkered one, with matching checkered ruffles at the top of her panties.
“Shit, I forgot my book!” Sarah exclaimed, getting up to head off back to the tent.
Sarah had only just disappeared behind the trees when Katie asked me to rub some sun cream on her back. I had a momentary vision of what had happened with Nadia, but quickly told myself that I was either paranoid or that I had wishful thinking. “After all, it’s unlikely to happen again.” I thought.
I took the cream and started to apply it to Katie’s neck and shoulders. The touch of her soft skin on my hand as I smoothed the lotion over her caused my cock to start growing in my pants. I tried to ignore it, pretending that I was just doing her a favor, but I knew that deep inside me, I wasn’t unlike Nadia in many ways: I was a bit of a sex-maniac.
Katie reached behind her back with both hands and undid her bikini top to allow me to spread the cream over the area that had been covered by the straps.
“You have to rub it in properly”, she said factually, “Otherwise it completely blocks the tan.”
I gulped silently and kneaded her back until there were no more visible signs of the cream. By now my cock felt like it was going to tear through my swimming trunks. I feared that she was going to ask me to do the backs of her legs. I had already had my fill of seeing her cute butt in that ruffled bikini while applying the lotion to her back. I couldn’t imagine, or rather I was afraid of what effect it would have to rub my hands over her thighs, and especially between them. Luckily she didn’t ask, and a few moments later Sarah returned with her book.
The girls lay there reading their books while I sat uncomfortably for the next several minutes, trying to hide the swelling in my pants; turning away from them so that they wouldn’t notice. Finally my erection died down and I went to check my fishing lines.
When I came back a couple of minutes later, they were both sitting up. Sarah was holding up her book and talking about the story, whereas Katie was applying sun cream to her legs, topless. Her little swells were on full display, the tan lines accentuating the scarce white fleshy area where her breasts had partially grown. Her puffy areolae were a delicate pink, and her nipples were erect. She looked adorable sitting there in only her bikini bottoms with her tiny tits exposed. I pretended not to notice, not even sure if topless bathing was allowed in the camping site, but I wasn’t going to complain. On the other hand, I knew that I shouldn’t stare too much in case I got into trouble down below.
Sarah smiled at me and asked me if I wanted to go for a dip. The water was cold but bearable, although Sarah complained that it was giving her a stomach ache. Katie was quite at ease, telling us that she enjoyed colder water, bragging about how she had even been to the Nordics and swum in ice-cold water. We stayed in the water for about twenty minutes and then went back to our towels.
For the rest of the morning, the girls sunbathed and read their books, while I toyed around with my fishing gear. Occasionally I looked over at them, catching a glimpse of Katie’s titties here and there, wondering what it would be like to suck them. I’d never seen a girl whose breasts could fit individually entirely inside my mouth. The thought was very exciting.
At lunchtime we decided to go to the camp site cafeteria. It was easier than getting out all the cooking materials. Besides, I had never been much of a camper, preferring hotels in general. The girls didn’t mind either way, so we got dressed and headed off. At least, Sarah and I got dressed. Katie just threw on a white cotton blouse which was practically transparent. She was going to lunch in bikini bottoms and a see-through top, her pink little buds exposed for the whole world to see. Sarah didn’t say anything or seem at all bothered by her friend’s attire, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.
The waiter - on the other hand - couldn’t keep his eyes off Katie. He flirted with her constantly throughout lunch to the degree that I found it very annoying to see him hanging around our table all the time. Katie smiled back at him and laughed at his silly jokes. She seemed to like the attention. I felt protective and jealous.
When Katie got up to go to the bathroom, I asked Sarah if she’d noticed what was going on, to which she responded that Katie was just being polite with the waiter and that she didn’t really fancy him. When I asked her about the flimsy blouse Katie was wearing, Sarah told me that it said more about me than about Katie for having even noticed it. I felt like a dirty old man.
In the afternoon, we went back down to the lake. Our place was still free. In fact, there had only been a handful of other campers around the lake during the morning, none of whom had been within a hundred yards of us. The girls went back to sunbathing and reading their books while I tried a different set of fishing hooks, throwing the lines out further into the lake. I hadn’t caught anything thus far.
“Do you want to go for another dip?” Katie asked.
She had surprised me. I was looking at the wooded area on the far side of the lake when she came up behind me. I turned around and saw her standing there. I felt small and vulnerable sitting on my wicker fishing basket while this half-naked girl-woman towered over me. She was standing practically on top of me, my head at the height of her crotch. I had to look up past her taught tummy and her budding breasts - pointing outwards perpendicular to my gaze - in order to see her smiling down at me. For a second I thought I was going to fall over, but I managed to gain my composure.
“Sure,” I said, “What about Sarah?”
“She says it’s too cold.” Katie replied, stepping away from me.
She dived straight into the water and started swimming to the far side. I followed by jumping in and swimming toward her. Sarah was lying on her stomach, her back turned away from us, reading a magazine. We swam around for a while, at times following each other, and at other times just doing our own thing.
A little while later, Katie started playing around by swimming under water and showing up just feet away from me. I copied her, trying to guess where she was going and trying to surprise her. A few times we ended up bumping into each other under the water, coming up for air and laughing at the silliness of our game.
“Do you feel the little fish bites?” Katie asked playfully after having just surfaced right in front of me.
“No,” I answered quizzically, “I wish there were more. I haven’t caught a single fish today.”
“Well I can feel them biting” she giggled.
At that moment, I felt a little squeeze of my shaft through my trunks. I was pretty sure it wasn’t a fish, especially considering Katie’s proximity and the fact that she swam away as soon as she had finished her sentence.
Katie got out of the water and dried herself off. I wasn’t sure if she’d really done what I thought she had done, or whether it was just my vivid imagination. She didn’t show any signs of having just touched me in that way, and was now talking with Sarah as though nothing had happened.
I got out, confused.
Later that evening after another camp-side dinner, the girls declared that they wanted to go to the dance floor. The site had a DJ every Saturday evening. I certainly wasn’t interested in dancing, so I left them to go off on their own. “At least Katie is wearing something decent.” I thought to myself. She had put on a sweater and jeans for the evening.
I sat in my tent reading, fell asleep for a while and then woke up when I heard them coming back at about midnight.
“It was OK.” Sarah said, “Not great, mostly old songs.”
I put a couple of extra logs on the fire, made a cup of tea, and we sat around the flames chit-chatting for a while, until Sarah decided to go to bed. She went off to the bathroom facilities and warned us not to stay up too late when she returned.
Katie and I spoke for a while longer. She asked me about my business, and I asked her about her studies. It all seemed very artificial, as though we were trying to make a conversation for the sake of it. At least, that’s how I felt.
“I think it’s time I turn in.” I said.
“Yeah, me too”, Katie replied.
I went into my tent and grabbed my toiletries. When I came out, Katie was waiting to join me for the walk down to the bathrooms. She told me that she had left her torch on, and that the batteries had run out. I lit the way through the darkness, shining my torch at the pathway through the grass until we arrived at the stone building. She held onto my arm as I guided her.
“I think the Ladies’ are on the other side.” I said when she followed me toward the Gents’.
“Do you think anyone will care at this time of night?” she answered, pushing her way through the door.
I entered the door behind her, wondering if she wanted to be with me for protection. I knew that campsites could be dangerous, having only recently read about some of the horror stories of young women alone in such places at night.
“You’ll be safe with me.” I told her, hoping to reassure her.
Katie laughed almost hysterically, flicking her hair.
“I can’t think of a safer person.” she continued, wiping away the tears of merriment, “Here, this one looks clean.”
Katie pointed inside one of the cabins, which comprised of a changing area and a shower. She stepped inside and held the door open, waiting for me to go inside with her.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked.
“About taking a shower? Of course I’m sure.” She answered, “Come on.”
I stepped inside the cabin and Katie closed and locked the door behind us. She wasn’t losing any time. She kicked off her shoes, took off her sweater and t-shirt, slipped off her jeans and pulled down her panties practically before I could even unbutton my shirt.
While I got undressed, she turned on the shower and stood beneath the hot water, letting it flow over her lithe young body, her hands held over her chest, her long legs twisting coyly. She beamed a smile at me each time I looked over at her.
Finally I was naked. I stepped into the shower to join her, upon which Katie handed me a tube of shower gel, pushing the shower head aside so that the water wouldn’t wash away the soap.
“It’s like the sun cream,” she said jokingly, “You have to rub it in properly.”
She stood facing me while I squirted some gel into my hands and rubbed it over her shoulders, across her neck, and along her arms before proceeding toward her tiny little breasts. They were deliciously soft and yet firm. I brushed the palms of my hands over them gently, enjoying the feeling of the silky soap gliding over her flesh. Her nipples bounced back into position as I teased them by running my fingers over them one by one.
I continued washing her down toward her stomach and around her waist, sliding my hands behind her to feel the roundness of her buttocks.
“Now my legs”, Katie said matter-of-factly, smiling at me once more.
I poured more gel into my hands and rubbed it onto her legs, winding my way around from the tops of her thighs to her buttocks, across her upper and lower leg, down to her ankles and feet. I took each of her legs in turn with both hands, and made sure that she was thoroughly covered in soap.
Katie turned around, not saying anything. It was understood that I had to wash her back in the same way. Again, I started with her neck and worked my way down her nubile body to her legs and feet.
“You forgot a couple of places”, she winked, turning back to face me.
She took my soapy hand and pulled it toward her pussy. I didn’t need further instructions.
She moaned as I knelt down and slid my right hand between her pussy lips. She was shaved except for a neat little strip on her lower tummy, making the contact between my hand and her sex extremely pleasurable. I played with her pussy while I soaped her; at first running my fingers up and down her labia several times, then slipping a finger just inside her while touching her clit with my thumb.
Next, I reached around her with my left hand and soaped between her butt cheeks while still teasing her pussy. When I first touched her butthole, she gasped. When I did it again, she begged me to continue “With both hands.”
I pushed the index finger of my right hand deeper into her pussy, rubbing my thumb harder over her clit, while simultaneously penetrating her butthole with the index finger of my left hand. She pushed down and writhed about, fucking my hands until she came.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, sliding her back down the shower wall and collapsing her legs until she was seated in the basin.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
She seemed exhausted.
“Of course I’m OK”, she responded, but only after several seconds.
She stood up and pulled the shower head back into its normal position, washing the soap off her body. I watched her, in awe of her body and happy that I had managed to please her so much.
“Come here.” She said.
I stepped closer to her. She put some shower gel in her hand and took hold of my shaft, rubbing her fingers up and down the length of it. The touch of her delicate little hand around my circumference was ecstatic. When I first felt her nails tickling my balls I thought I was about to cum. She squeezed the tip of my cock, forming an ‘O’ between her index finger and thumb, and then pulled her hand down downwards and back upwards rhythmically, simulating penetration. I closed my eyes and imagined I was inside her. The feeling of her hands gliding up and down my stiff rod assisted by the silky soap made my balls tense up. I was about to blow my load.
She reached up behind me with her free hand and started to caress my butt. I’d never felt a woman’s hands in that place before. It felt strange and exciting as she rubbed her soapy hands between my cheeks. A few moments later she touched my butthole with her thumb, sending a thrilling shock throughout my body. At at that point I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I pulled away before the inevitable jet of cum could escape, hoping that I wouldn’t waste it in the shower.
She turned around, her back to me, and thrust her butt backwards.
“Fuck me in the ass!” she cried out, placing her hands against the wall and arching her back.
I grabbed my shaft and slid the head up and down between her pussy and butthole, teasing her for a while. She kept trying to redirect me by moving her ass until she’d had enough of my playing around.
“I want it in the ass!” she practically screamed at me.
I’d never had anal intercourse before and was afraid that my swollen cock my hurt her, but I was quickly reassured when she opened up easily to let me inside. Within seconds my cock was engulfed, her butt cheeks pressing against my thighs. I wrapped my arms around her and placed my hands over her tiny tits, feeling the delicious soft flesh beneath my palms.
I wasn’t quite sure who was fucking who. At first I had been moving slowly in and out of her, but now she was riding my cock, pushing and pulling, vigorously slapping her behind against me.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” she moaned, “Come in my ass! I want to feel you squirt inside me!”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. The feeling of her youthful little tits in my hand and her gorgeous round ass pounding me was already enough to make me crazy, but when she asked me squirt inside her it set me off immediately. My cock swelled up as stiff as an iron rod and my balls tightened in anticipation. I pushed my member into her as hard as I could; bucking several times while I unloaded what seemed like an endless fountain of cum in her ass.
“Mm, yummy.” She squealed, “I love it!”
She turned to face me in silence. We kissed and held each other for several minutes, stroking one another like young lovers. Then we rinsed ourselves off and headed back to our separate tents to go to sleep.
On Sunday we went down to the lake again. In the morning, Sarah was in a bit of a bad mood, and I wondered if she suspected something had happened between Katie and me. But, later that day she cheered up. When we packed up and left she told me that she had enjoyed the wonderful weekend together, wishing that we could do it again sometime soon. I couldn’t wait to be introduced to her next friend.
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