A Girl Named Areola - S01 E14

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A Girl Named Areola - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

The Girls Continues To Have Fun!

Part 14

Camping again

We were only going for a few days but we wanted to look our best so we spent as much time as we could improving our all over tan a couple of days before we went camping. On the second day B and I were sunbathing in the back garden, totally naked, when we heard the doorbell ring. We got up and walked round the side of the house to the front and saw a delivery guy with a big box in his hands. He saw the 2 naked girls and his jaw dropped.

“Can I help you.” I said.

“I err, yes, err does a Mr Parkin live here?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve err got this package for him.”

“You can leave it with us.”

“It needs signing for.”

“That’s okay, I’ll sign for it.”

We walked up to the man and he held out the package. B took it and put it on the ground behind her. To do that she had to bend over and I saw the man’s eyes looking straight at her butt and pussy. I smiled and when B stood up I asked the man what I had to sign.

“Err, oh yes, this,” and he handed me a phone with the companies app on it.

After signing it I handed it back to him then turned to pick up the package.

“I can’t let him see just 1 pussy.” I thought as I spread my feet then bent with straight knees.

As I was bent over I hovered for a few seconds before picking up the package and standing back up. I looked at B and we smiled at each other then thanked the man and B and I started walking back round the house. As we got to the end of the side of the house I turned and looked back to see the man still staring at our butts as we walked.

“That was fun,” I said, “He’s got me all wet.”

“Me too, I wonder what this is?”

“Probably just some plumbing bits.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t the usual delivery guy, if it was he’d have left it in the shed when we didn’t answer the door.”

“Then he’d have seen us flat on our backs with our legs spread.”

“And my hand rubbing my clit.”

We both giggled a bit then B said,

“Well have to get daddy to order some more bits while we’re off college.”

I put the package in the kitchen and thought no more about it.

Even when daddy got home that evening, saw the box and said,

“They’ve arrived then.”

We thought nothing of it. It was only after we’d eaten that daddy said,

“That box contains a little present for each of you girls. I think that you are old enough to appreciate them now. Your mother had one and we got a lot of pleasure out of it even though they weren’t anywhere as near good as they are these days.”

“What is it daddy?”

“Wait and see. I want you to take the box with you when you go camping and open it when you get there, You’ll know what to do when you see them.”

“Can’t we open it now? Please?”

“Nope, promise me that you’ll wait.”

“Okay, I promise, cross my heart and hope to die.”

“You don’t have to go that far girls, a simple promise will do.”

“Yes daddy, we promise.”

Over the years we’ve had a lot of fun camping with our family but this was going to be different. There was only going to be Beaver and me this time and we wanted to go somewhere that was next to a beach and had some facilities. This meant that there would be other people there and we didn’t want loads of kids running around. B and I had been on the internet and found an adults only site that met the other criteria. It was just over 100 miles away but daddy said that we could borrow the car so we were okay.

The night before we left we went into daddy’s bedroom and we gave him a very pleasurable hour or so as a way of thanking him for the use of the car. He tried to stop us, again saying that it wasn’t right but we just kept going.

It only lasted about an hour because he told us that he had to get some sleep because he was working the next day.

We set off early the next morning wearing just summer dresses that we’d shortened so that they are barely legal – when we’re standing straight, and sandals.

I did the first driving stint and Beaver sat in the passenger seat with her feet up on the dash, one near the door and the other in the centre. She played with her pussy for all of the 50 or so miles to the service area where we planned to stop for a drink and a pee.

I quickly realised that when we passed a big van or lorry, the driver would be able to look down and see what Beaver was dong. That 50 miles took a lot longer than it should have.

When we stopped and got out Beaver stretched her hands up in the air and said that it was good to be alive. I’m sure that she realised that by thrusting her hand up in the air her dress would ride up revealing her bare butt and pussy to the other people in the car park. I looked around and saw 3 men looking at her.

We walked into the building and to the cafe. There was a stack of trays on the ground so we each bent over to get one, not even looking at the people around to see if the were watching us.

With drinks and Danish pastries on our trays we went and found a table with a bench seat facing the room and sat with our knees open. We didn’t look around much but I did see 2 workmen come and sit opposite us. I wondered if they could see our pussies.

Back at the car it was Beaver’s turn to drive. Once Beaver had opened the doors and got into the driver’s seat I looked around and saw the same 2 workers from the cafe. They were walking our way so I waited until they go close then reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it right up and off me. I smiled at the men, threw my dress in the back seat and climbed into the car.

“Oh my gawd Areola, I can’t believe that you just did that. Are you going to stay like that all the way to the campsite?”

“Probably.” I replied.

“Why didn’t I think of doing that?”

“Well I dare you to do the same on the return journey.”

“Hmm, I might enjoy that journey.”

We drove off with the 2 men just standing and staring at us.

Apart from the lorry drivers looking down at me rubbing my pussy and tweaking my nipples, we arrived at the campsite all too soon. I’d made my self cum twice during that last 50 miles but I was eager to get the tent pitched and see what fun we could have.

I quickly put my dress on and we went into the reception. There was a girl about our age behind the counter and she quickly found our booking. After we’d paid her she gave us a map of the site and explained what was where. Then she told us that she’d allocated space for us in the open field to the side of the main site and that she’d put us there because it was site policy to put all groups of young people there because they tend to be a bit noisy and that there was less chance of the older people being disturbed.