Several years ago I went on a camping trip with 7 of my friends. “Camping” might be a generous label for our trip considering we were in an air conditioned cabin and not sleeping on the ground in tents, but it was still a fun chance to get outside and enjoy nature. Among us were three couples, myself, and one single guy named Eric. The 3 bedrooms of the cabin were obviously accounted for, which left a pullout bed in the main room for Eric and I to share.
I had no qualms about sharing a bed with Eric, as he was a rather reserved and respectful young man that I trusted. He was shy around women, and I confess to deriving some satisfaction from flirting with him and seeing how flustered he would get when teased. When we arrived at the cabin and he saw the sleeping arrangements, he quickly turned red and offered to sleep on the floor somewhere else. I assured him that that wasn’t necessary, I wanted him to be comfortable, and that he deserved a decent night’s sleep. He seemed to still be a bit uneasy but we moved on and settled in with our belongings.
We had a delightful evening after we made dinner in the cabin, starting a campfire outside and drinking while telling stories and jokes in the orange glow of the flames. We all went to bed just after midnight, and we slept uneventfully until morning. When I woke up next to Eric, I sat up in bed and let out a long yawn while rubbing my eyes. I didn’t realize Eric was awake yet, but upon my movement to a sitting position he suddenly and quickly rolled over onto his side facing away from me.
“Well good morning to you too,” I laughed, still stifling the yawn. He didn’t turn back towards me, and seemed to be quite tense.
“Hey, good morning. I hope you slept well,” he mumbled, barely audible to me.
“Are you… ok?” I asked, concerned as to why he was behaving so strangely. He was cagey and nervous and wouldn’t even look at me.
“I’m just not feeling well, don’t worry about me,” he said in a strained voice. I could then hear the quietest sound come from him immediately after: “Go away, go away, go away…” he whispered. At first I was taken aback, thinking that he wanted me to go away so desperately, but after a few seconds it struck me that he wasn’t whispering to me at all. I peaked over at him and saw that his hands which I thought were covering an upset stomach were actually covering his crotch. I gasped at the realization that he must have woken up erect, and was now embarrassed and attempting to hide this revelation from me. His head jerked back towards me at the sound my sudden inhalation, and the look of dread on his face let me know that he was aware that I had figured out his secret.
“I’m- I’m sorry, it just happens sometimes when I’m sleeping,” he stammered. My mouth was just hanging open and I was smiling widely, looking at him in shock and amusement.
“It’s ok, Eric, I understand that this kind of thing happens sometimes,” I reassured him in a lowered voice. “What do you usually do when it happens?”
“I guess… I would ‘take care’ of it,” he admitted sheepishly. His eyes widened as he sharply looked at me “But just give me a few minutes and it will just go away by itself, I swear! I’m really sorry about this!” he exclaimed. I found it cute how panicked he was over this little faux pas, and I wanted to let him know that he had nothing to apologize for. Even further than that, I was fascinated by the mechanics of his body betraying him like this and now I wanted to find out more.
“Why don’t you just take care of it like you normally would?” I asked in a low voice, trying my best to push his buttons. “I think I’d rather like to see that, Eric.” He turned over onto his back, his hands still covering his groin under the sheets.
“You want to see me… masturbate?” he asked as quietly as he could, the final word leaving his mouth without a sound. I leaned back on my pillow and looked him in the eye.
“Yeah sure, show me what that looks like,” I said softly, giving him an encouraging smile. He hesitated for a second, then one of his hands fell away and I could see his other start to move up and down under the sheet. “I said SHOW me, Eric,” I said with a growl. He stopped moving his hand, looked at me, then without looking away he pulled the sheet down to reveal his hard penis in his hand. “That’s it, now keep going,” I ordered. He started stroking himself again, this time in full sight. He turned his head away and closed his eyes, his mouth hanging slightly open as he slowly worked his shaft. “What are you thinking about right now?” I asked.
“I’m- I’m just thinking about girls. Just, like, naked… girls,” he muttered.
“You perv!” I exclaimed. “You get yourself off to imagining naked girls? Do you think about any girls that we know? Do you ever think about me?” I asked with increasing intensity as I leaned forward to get closer to his ear. He sighed heavily, tightening his eyes even more shut while his lips moved open and closed a few times as he struggled to speak.
“Yes… yes, I think about you sometimes,” he moaned softly, as if this admission was paining him to say. I was surprised to say the least… I knew he was straight and more than likely masturbated from time to time, but I didn’t know that all of my teasing might have left an image in his mind that would fuel his self-pleasure. I thought of the weekend prior, when I had caught him staring at me when we went dancing at a local bar. I was dancing promiscuously, with low riding jeans and a crop top shirt, and when I saw him staring his expression looked like he was a man starved. He had quickly looked away, but I felt a sense of pride from having tempted someone that I thought so sexually… disciplined.
“Look at me, Eric,” I whispered. I was wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts, and as I whispered to him I pulled up my shirt to bare my breasts. He opened his eyes and turned his head towards me, his eyes darting from the grin on my face to my small, pale chest. He nearly choked on the huge breath of air that he pulled in involuntarily. His hand quickened its pace on his dick, I suspected also involuntarily. I watched him stroke rapidly and I drank in the little sounds he made under his breath from the excitement of pleasuring himself. I was thoroughly enjoying winding him up, so I held my shirt up with one hand and inserted my index finger into my mouth and started sucking on it. Eric didn’t know where to fix his gaze, darting between my nipples and my slowly puckering lips as they moved up and down my finger. He was making guttural noises as his hand’s motion became frantic, and he stopped staring at me and closed his eyes.
I released my shirt and pulled the sheet down off of my lower body. I removed the shorts I was wearing, then spread my legs wide. “Are you getting close, baby?” I cooed at him while awaiting his reaction to seeing my pussy on display.
“Yes, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” he managed through gritted teeth. “Where should I- do it?” He opened his eyes and looked over at me, seeing my fully naked lower half for the first time and causing his eyes to nearly bulge out of his head. I scooted closer to him, placing one leg almost near enough to touch him.
“Cum right here, on my thigh,” I whispered, my eyes fixed on his face as it twitched with exertion. He rolled over onto his side to face me, and within a few seconds he was grunting as he directed his tip right to the middle of my inner thigh. Several strands of semen were laid down onto my skin, pearling up on my leg in small gooey mounds. Each time he shot out another rope, I gave a soft noise of appreciation and encouragement. As he finished spurting out cum, he kept stroking himself for a few seconds while breathing raggedly. He finally was able to come to rest, releasing his cock from his tight grip and looking at his handiwork on my leg. He looked up at me and saw my proud expression, eliciting a smile from him.
“That was… insane. Thanks for understanding, and I guess for helping me with that,” he panted. I leaned forward and gave a soft kiss on his forehead, then gingerly rolled off the bed onto my feet.
“I’m going to go get cleaned up, Mr. Pervert,” I needled jokingly. He merely smiled at me and shook his head, laying down and sinking into the pullout mattress with his arms spread out and his naked body exposed to the air. “Also, maybe cover up, considering we don’t know when everyone else is going to be awake,” I added as I grabbed my shorts and scampered to the bathroom. After a few minutes of tending to the sticky mess on my leg, I came out fresh and started making a pot of coffee. The smell soon woke up our friends and they all emerged from their respective rooms none the wiser to what Eric and I had been doing. Eric struggled to make eye contact with the others for the rest of the morning, but I caught him looking at me several times and each time he smiled and didn’t break our gaze.
We didn’t end up fooling around any more on that particular trip, but I could recognize a more familiar air from Eric ever since that morning. He would sit next to me close enough for our bodies to touch, he would talk to me alone for extended periods of time, and when we were preparing to leave at the end of the weekend he gave me a long and intimate hug. When we finally pulled away from each other, I looked up at him and we both smiled like fools. I don’t know what had developed between us, but somehow I felt like I was going to be seeing him again sooner rather than later as we both left for our cars with final glances exchanging the entire way.
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