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Wet Camping“I hate camping. Why did I ever agree to this?” I thought to myself as I lay in the tent, tossing from side to side while my friends were nice and snug in the trailer.“You’re going to have lots of fun, you’ll see” they said.“You have been cooped up in your house far too long, you need to get out, get some fresh air” they said. “And there are lots of women at the campground” they said.“Sure, whatever”! I thought. “They each found one and that’s how I ended up in the tent and they were happily fucking in the trailer. Some friends I have, at the sight of some arse, they drop you like a hot potato.” Not that I necessarily wanted to find another woman. My girlfriend and I had just broken up a few weeks earlier and I was in no mood of getting involved with anybody else, even a one-night ardahan escort stand. Things had gone quite well with her in the beginning. She seemed to be quite open-minded in the sexual department until the day she found out that I was into water-sports. That was too much for her sensitive religious mind to fathom.Anyway, I had sworn myself that if I ever got involved with another woman again she had to be into water-sports as well.As I lay there on the hard ground, under the tent, trying to fall asleep I suddenly heard the zipper of another tent not far from mine. Being of a curious nature I decided to have a peek. I had one of these old tents which did not have a zipper so I could sneak a peak through the opening held together by ropes.And there she was, artvin escort squatting a few steps away from her tent. “What was she doing?” She put her hand under her nightgown and fiddled around. Then in the dim light of some distant street lamp I saw a puddle forming in front of her. She was peeing. I was fascinated. Slowly, trying not to make any noise, I left the tent and walked towards her. She was still peeing along, oblivious to anything around her.“Ahum” I said as I was about a half a meter from her.She looked up, a shocked look on her face. She was so startled that she continued to pee, staring at me. After what seemed to be minutes, her stream of urine finally stopped to flood her white knickers and increase the puddle on her feet. She was still like escort bayan a deer in the headlights and was unable to move.To break the awkward silence I said: “There’s a toilet block over there, you know.”She just nodded. “Look at you, you’re all wet!”She nodded again, had she lost her voice?”Come on; let me give you a hand” I said, reaching down to help her get up.”Take off your knickers” I told her and, unbelievably, she did. I took off my T-shirt and gave it to her telling her to dry herself. She used my white cotton shirt to slowly dry first her feet, legs and thighs and after some hesitation, she also wiped her pussy lips. I took back my T-shirt, grabbed her knickers which were lying in the grass and went back to my tent, not looking back once.When I arrived at my tent, I took a deep whiff of my neighbours piss from my T-shirt. Then I lay down, took the woman’s piss-soaked knickers in my mouth and sucked out her golden juices, keeping my T-shirt over my nose.I finally drifted off to sleep. This camping trip may turn out to be not as bad as it had started…

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