Alone In My Tent

While I was growing up, my family enjoyed camping. It was not uncommon to have a tent set up in the back yard during the summer months to air out for our camping trips. Plus living in town it was kind of fun to have the neighborhood kids over to hang out with a little more privacy than the living-room. Sometimes we would sneak a couple of cans of beer in and feel like we were being really bad. Mostly just sitting around and telling dirty jokes and acting smart.

There was a night when my siblings where not around. They were helping out with my dad at my grandparents that weekend. I think my mom was just happy to have a night off from everything and was curled up on the couch with a book and keeping to herself. It was starting to get dark and I was hanging around with some kids who lived in the area. Everyone started to head to their houses and a boy who lived a couple of blocks past my house walked withme home. Not that unusual.

One of the ladies in our neighborhood had told her kids that I knew how to seduce men at an early age. I knew that she was being cruel but yet that kind of gave me a feeling of empowerment.

I was sexual at an early age. Watching a scene from a movie or reading something erotic from a book that started that growing warm feeling between my legs. I have to admit i liked it. Touching myself while looking at the magazines hidden in my parents bedroom. I was growing into a woman and it felt fabulous.

So when this boy walked me to my house I told him to come into the tent with me. I told him that wanted to kiss him. We had known each other for a while but I think this caught him by surprise and he suddenly seemed a bit shy. This didn't stop him though. We sat on the blanket on the ground of the tent and I bent over to kiss him. It was a little awkward but I think he liked it. Then I pushed it further. It was summer and I was wearing a short jean skirt. With no panties. So while we were kissing i took his hand and led it under my skirt. When his fingers touched my soft lips the heat run through my entire body. Apparently the fear ran through his body and he freaked. He started shaking and said he had to go home. He left very quick. There I was, alone. It was quiet now and I was feeling extremely horney and a bit disappointed. I layed back on that old blanket with the crickets chirping and the smell of that musty tent and rubbed my fingers over my pussy. Putting my feet flat with my knees up, I started to move. Rubbing against my fingers back and forth. I imagined that the boy had stayed and was slipping his fingers into my pussy. It was getting wet now and feeling so good. My little clit was getting harder and I was rubbing faster and faster. I put my finger inside of my hole and pumped it in and out..feeling the wetness. In pretty sure that I was moaning out loud at this point and thinking in my head that maybe the boy hadn't left but was outside of the tent listening to me get myself off. This really got me hot and I started rubbing harder and harder. My body was getting hot and tingling all over. I was young and my body was new to this incredible rush. I could feel the hot wet and and fingers were soaked. I felt my face flush and I thought I could pass out. Rocking and moaning until I could no longer take it and then I let it go.....my head back and I gritted my teeth and came. Hard. That boy and I grew up in that neighborhood and he never did bring that up. We did hook up a few years later for one night but that's a different story.