It was the autumn right after I had finished school and I suddenly got a lot of time on my hands. I had recently turned eighteen and planned to use this chance to travel somewhere. I had always had the dream to visit Australia once and check out the famous camping life there. Because I had neither a girlfriend nor a friend whom I wanted to travel for three months in a very confined space, I travelled alone. Sure, I was nervous but also proud that I had made the decision.

Immediately after landing in Sydney, I took a bus to a local company that rented campers. I had saved enough money to rent a nice little camper from working part-time for the last two years of school. It was a converted Toyota Van with a little kitchen, that could be accessed through the trunk, and transformed into a bed at night. Besides that, I had a little chemical toilet, which I decided to use only in case of an emergency. After unpacking my stuff, I started my journey heading north along the East Coast to Brisbane.

Let me tell you about something very interesting that took place after the first week of my trip. It was right before the golden hour on the thirteenth day, when I decided to settle down on a nice little camping place located directly at the beach. The beach itself was surrounded by green hills, therefore it felt very isolated. With no other camper or human in sight, I was alone in paradise. I parked my van with the trunk facing the ocean so that I could enjoy the sunset later from bed. The camping site itself was very basic, it featured a portable WC, a single open little cold shower (which was luxurious, trust me), and a remnant from previous campers, a firepit in the sand, which I didn’t plan on using.

Right as I started cooking, I heard a noise from a car in the distance. Crap, I had rejoiced too soon, hoping I could have this little Eden all to myself… Shortly afterwards, I saw a camper emerging from between the hills and heading towards the camping site. It was a real camper, not a van like mine. It was one of those with a tiny house built right on top of a car, at least felt like that in comparison. Those things were amazing – and expensive.

I sighed. Maybe I was a little too selfish not wanting to share this amazing place. So, I decided to be polite and not grumpy to whoever would step out of the damn huge camper. I bet they were rich, or at least old. The camper parked a few meters away from mine, leaving the shower and firepit between us. The distance was just right, enough for things not to get awkward if you know what I mean – comfort zone. Because of the gradually setting sun, it was hard to spot who was in the camper, but I was at least counting two people. I really hoped that they weren’t total creeps. I set a mental reminder to lock the van at night, just to be sure.

When the motor gave its last wail the door on the driver’s side opened. I tried not to make my gaping too obvious and decided to focus more on my pasta instead, which I had miserably neglected in the last couple of minutes. To my surprise, a beautiful young lady with long blonde-brown hair stepped out of the car. She was wearing shorts (and I mean short!) and a tight white crop top accompanied by an astonishing pair of breasts (DD was my guess). Besides that, she had a pretty but stern face and was in at least her mid-twenties, only a few years older than me. Luckily, she hadn’t noticed me yet and was enjoying the impressive sight of the ocean.

Suddenly the door of the passenger seat opened and to my surprise again another girl stepped out of the camper. She was Asian, had shoulder-length black hair, and was definitely younger and more petite than the other woman, but all the more beautiful to look at. She also wore blue shorts, paired with a loose greenish tank top, which was knotted right above her belly button. I wasn’t exactly sure if she was wearing a bra underneath.

The other woman, who was no longer enjoying the view, suddenly looked over to me and headed straight into my direction. A shiver ran down my spine. Was I checking them out too aggressively? I tried to look innocent and continued cooking. I heard her steps getting louder and louder as I was trying to devote my full attention to cutting my onions as if my life was depending on it. Suddenly she stopped and said: “Hey!”

I turned towards her with what I hoped would look like an innocent smile, only to notice that my eyes were beginning to tear. Fuck. “Hey,” I quickly replied while trying to rub my eyes dry. I guess it was still too obvious because she made a startled face at first but then looked down to the cooking utensils and the onions and gave me a knowing smile. “My name is Cathy, and this is,” she pointed towards the other girl, “Claire.” When she turned around my eyes fell onto her impressive cleavage. I was in shock, those breasts were huge, perfect in every matter. I realized that she had meanwhile asked for my name. I really needed to focus on the conversation but my language centre wasn’t working correctly. It took me much longer than usual to reply:

“Mmm-y name is Jack. Nice to meet you.” She seemed to be amused by my shyness, giving me an intense look, checking me out from top to bottom. A smirk appeared on her face when she said: “Nice to meet you indeed.” She turned around and left me dumbfounded. On this occasion, I could not help but notice her sexy walk and her stunning ass, which jiggled slightly when walking. I had to overcome myself to look away and to once again focus on finishing my pasta. Fortunately, cooking pasta didn’t require much attention anyway. After I had put the pasta into the pot on the gas stove I was essentially done. As I was waiting for the water to boil, I noticed a movement in the corner of my eyes and saw the girls disappearing into their camper.

After five minutes or so, they came back out, both wearing matching sets of bikinis. My jaw literally dropped to the floor. Cathy’s huge boobs nearly fell out of her top and the strips seemed like they would burst any minute. Besides that, she had a sportive body with slight curves. Claire on the other hand was slender but definitely also attractive. For her size, she had fairly large breasts which I found very appealing.

Apparently, I was once again too careless, because when I looked at Cathy again, she was staring back at me. She smiled mischievously, and both started walking towards the ocean. Was that an approval to watch, or am I going to be roasted for that later? Halfway there, Cathy suddenly stopped, and I quickly turned around to look at the slowly boiling water again. After a few seconds, I heard her saying, surprisingly close: “Hey pretty boy, you wanna join us swimming?”

My heart skipped a beat. Yes, yes I definitely wanted to, but then I looked at the pot again and remembered my empty stomach. So, I turned around and replied: “Thank you very much, but I have to watch out for the pasta. You never know when it decides to boil over,” and gave her a wink.

I must have sounded like a total dumbass, because she looked at me strangely, maybe curiously, and said with a mournful voice: “Oh right, that’s sad.” I was once again under the impression that her eyes wandered over me like I was prey, and she was the predator.

She turned around to join Claire who was already starting to go into the water. Fuck, I thought. What an opportunity. Why did I choose pasta instead of swimming with two goddesses? In hindsight, I didn’t really get it. The sun was about to slowly go down when my lunch/dinner was ready. I grabbed a bowl and a spoon and decided to eat at the firepit. Someone kind had left small logs there to sit on.

As I was eating my pasta, which was extra delicious since I haven’t had the chance to eat something since my early breakfast. I was barely finished when the two girls came out of the water and walked towards their camper, probably to get a towel and dry up. I sighed; they were from heaven, and I had thrown away the golden ticket to join. I was going to get a third bowl of pasta when I saw Cathy approaching, wearing her old clothes again, Claire following right behind.

They both had a bag in their hands and as I was wondering what could be inside, they already made themselves comfortable at the firepit, right next to me. While rummaging in her bag Cathy casually said, “I hope you don’t mind us joining you? You made us hungry, sitting there and eating.”

I felt bamboozled but tried to make a better stand than last time. “No, no problem”, I answered with a hopefully confident expression. Not that I could have done anything against it, or ever wanted to.

“That’s very kind of you,” Claire responded with a sweet voice. “I’m Claire by the way.”

“I’m Jack, but you probably already know.”

“So, what is a pretty boy like you doing here alone in Australia?” It was Cathy who was asking once again, a smile on her face.

I wasn’t sure whether she wanted to know why I was here or why I was alone, but I decided to ignore the latter. “I finished school and wanted to explore the world a little, and you both?”

She just replied, “Oh that’s cute,” ignoring my question and trying to salvage another lunch box from her bag. Because she leaned forward while doing so I had a phenomenal view of her cleavage. It was hypnotic.

I was quickly imagining what it would feel like to squeeze her soft big boobs and noticed an instant response in my pants. “Hey pretty boy,” she said while coming up. “A campfire this evening would be nice, right?” she asked or rather stated because I really didn’t have the feeling that my opinion was of any relevance. So, I simply nodded in return. “Good, but sadly I think we don’t have enough wood. Would you be so kind and fetch something?”

Was I being used? It definitely felt like it. However, I was carving to spend more time besides those two beauties and said: “Ok, why not.”

Because I was done eating anyway, I went back to my van to quickly wash my bowl. Thereafter I grabbed a cord and headed to the beach to gather some driftwood. I planned to tie multiple branches together with the cord allowing me to transport more wood at once. After fifteen minutes or so, I looked back to the camping site. Cathy who must have been watching me waved with a big smile. I wasn’t sure if I liked the situation or not. Does she think I am her puppy? Anyhow, I returned a rather unenthusiastic wave.

After roughly half an hour, I had collected a significant amount of dry wood which was now pressing against my back. It was definitely heavy, and I was relieved when I was able to throw it off near the fire pit. “Well done, pretty boy”, said Cathy and added, “We aren’t as strong as you are, and it would have taken us hours to collect nearly as much. Right Claire?” Claire who had been on her phone since dinner simply nodded.

I remembered earlier when I wasn’t sure whether she was wearing a bra underneath her tank top or not, but oh man, she definitely was not! As she continued reading something on her phone she leaned forward and I was able to see a lot! Not all, but a lot. The whole side of her right breast was peeking out. It was amazing. I really had a thing for sideboobs, but I had never seen one this beautiful in real life. As if she could read my mind, she casually twitched causing her shirt to slip slightly to her left revealing her right nipple. It was small, petite, and perfectly round. Wow, that was fucking hot. If that wasn’t enough, she then looked up directly into my face and said: “Oops, sorry,” slowly gliding her shirt over a breast again. Was that on purpose? Am I being toyed with? Cathy on the other hand didn’t seem to have noticed this short intermezzo or at least pretended to.

Either way, I needed to clear my mind and to calm something else quickly and decided to go for a swim. I was sweaty from collecting the dry wood anyway. So, I headed towards my van and grabbed some swimming pants. After a careful change of clothes behind my van, out of sight of the ladies, I headed towards the ocean. I really hoped that Cathy and Claire wouldn’t notice the bulge inside my pants, but neither seemed to. Cathy only wished me a ‘nice swim, pretty boy.’ I still wasn’t sure if I liked this pretty boy thing. She was clearly making fun of me, right? The water was refreshing, and I felt a sudden relief. The fog inside my mind settled and I was able to think rationally again. I sighed as I swam a little towards the horizon.

The next time I looked at the beach the two girls were gone, probably back in their camper. I began hoping they might join me swimming for a second round, but as the minutes were passing, I was getting cold and the girls were nowhere to be seen. Therefore, I left the water a bit frustrated, and I went to my van. After a short drying and changing back into normal clothes I wasn’t sure what I would like to do next. I decided to continue reading my Sci-Fi novel and headed back to the fire pit.

Right after turning the first page, the door of the girl’s camper was opened and Cathy’s head peeked out. “Hey, pretty boy.”

“Yes?”, I asked not so sure what would come next.

“Can you please come and help us?”

“Course, with what?”, I asked.

She just turned back into the camper and yelled from inside: “Come, you will see.” Ok, this is something. A little bit creepy though. It’s like those fairy tales where a lonely traveller gets lured by a beautiful lady who turns out to be a witch or something similar. In the end, the traveller is most of the time dead or crazy. But these are just stories. Right? Undecided, I made my way to their camper. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to enter the camper, so I was waiting in front of the open door.

I couldn’t see much but what I saw left me speechless. The back of the camper was like a living room with a fairly sized double bed. The camper was obviously high enough to stand upright in it. You could stand upright! Everyone who was once in their life camping knows what a luxury this is. The camper even got a fluffy white carpet! How ridiculous this sounded when I compared it to my van. I shifted slightly in order to get a better view of the bed. I suddenly realized that Claire was laying in it, still reading or watching something on her phone. Her shorts, which were already really short, seemed to have slipped even higher when lying down. I was able to see both of her perfectly shaped ass cheeks peek out. How lovely it would be to squeeze them.

Before I could fantasize more my view was suddenly blocked by another pair of shorts right in front of my eyes. I quickly looked up to see Cathy knowingly smiling. I swiftly said: “You wanted some help?”

Without losing her grin, she replied, “Yes my darling. It's so lovely here that Claire and I have decided to stay for a couple of days. That’s why we want to fold out the heavy canopy, even though it is an exhausting job, and I was hoping you could help us?”

Of course, they even had a canopy. “Yeah why not, I can help”, and added, “what should I start with?”

After some quick instructions, we slowly started putting together the canopy. Which was to say, that I was doing the heavy lifting while she was standing there with folded arms and giving commands. I really felt like a puppy all things considered, although a happy one as I managed to peak at her revealing cleavage from time to time. And, holy shit, she was very sexy giving commands. In the end, I was mainly angry at the person who constructed this damn canopy in the first place.

After maybe half an hour which felt more than an hour, the canopy was built up and Cathy had fetched a pair of chairs alongside a little foldable table. “Oh wait, I forgot something”, she said all of a sudden. She then turned around and slowly bent downwards to connect a loose cable hanging from the canopy. Her wonderfully formed ass pointed directly in my direction only a meter apart. How would it feel like coming closer and grabbing her by the hips? What would I give to see her sweet ass naked? Right in this moment? Probably pretty much.

It seemed like she was taking more time than necessary, even jiggling her ass slightly. As a consequence, I was getting turned on and felt a rise in my pants. Luckily, I wore loose shorts that covered most of my semi-erection. Eventually, I heard some plasticky click, and the canopy was suddenly lit by a chain of lights. “Not bad,” I said, admiring the equipment of the camper once again.

Cathy just turned and replied: “Thank you, pretty boy.” She wanted to say something else but was interrupted by loud thunder. While I had been busy with the canopy the weather had changed dramatically.

Dark clouds have gathered in the sky, obscuring everything below. It pretty much looked like a thunderstorm from a story tale was on its way. Just at that moment it began raining like cats and dogs. Well, luckily, we had a canopy. I turned back to Cathy and said: “If you need anything else, just let me know. I will now try to get back to my van.”

Cathy appeared indignant and said: “What are you saying? You helped us set up the canopy and now we shoo you out into the rain? How unthankful would that be? You need a reward!”

Reward, did she say reward? No, yes, but this cannot mean what I think it does. Not sure what to say I just replied, “Ahh, thanks that’s very kind, I will just wait here for a moment for the rain to settle down.”

She made a face as I had insulted her and replied, “Nonsense. Come inside and wait there, it is way cosier.” As she said the last words, she gave me a wink. Innocently I followed her into the camper with her ass wiggling right in front of me. “Claire, love, could you pour us some drinks? Our pretty boy Jack, decided to join us.”

Claire somehow enlightened by the news sprang out of the bed and asked, “What do you want to drink, Jack?” She added a lovely tone to my name.

“Ehm, a beer would be nice, I guess. If that’s ok?”

“No problem”, she replied and elegantly headed towards a cabinet to the side. She bent down to open the fridge inside and because she was still wearing that lose tank top, she was fully revealing her one breast to me. It was very firm but also looked very soft. Afraid of being caught, I quickly looked elsewhere and happened to find the eyes of Cathy who was giving me her biggest smirk yet. She knew what I had seen but didn’t say anything about it.

Claire who had meanwhile managed to free three cans of beer gave one to me. “Make yourself comfortable”, said Cathy and made a welcoming gesture. I checked my surroundings and decided to make myself comfortable on the oversized driver seat which was turned inwards. Practical and soft! Wow. When I will be older and hopefully earn enough money, I will rent a camper like this every summer, or maybe even buy one.

Claire sat directly opposite to me on the edge of the bed and Cathy was leaning against the small stove on the left side. It became nasty outside, raining like hell with a few lightning flashes here and there. We opened our cans and Cathy said raising hers, “To an eventful evening!”

With no clue what that should mean I answered with a “Cheers!” and drank a big gulp. My face contorted at the taste, and I had to shake.

Both looked at me like I’d done something peculiar funny. “You don’t drink very often?” Cathy asked amused while putting her can on the table. I felt a bit assaulted in my virility and mumbled, “No.”

Claire who had seemed to notice my displeasure asked, “Do you like horror movies, Jack?”

The question caught me a bit off guard and I simply replied with a curious, “Yeah, why?”

Claire, delighted by my answer explained, “It has somehow become a habit of mine to watch a horror movie whenever there is a storm outside. I love the thrill! Cathy what do you think. You want to join us?” Apparently, my general interest in horror movies was enough for Claire to think that I would like to watch one right now. But I mean, it’s not like I have better things to do right now. After a brief moment, Cathy agreed to the plan and pushed a button on the wall next to her. Thereupon a fairly sized TV descended from the ceiling of the camper. It was slightly angled to give a better view from the bed.

Meanwhile, Claire stood up and declared that she would get some snacks. She walked past me to another cabinet where she pulled some chips out, then walked back to the bed and jumped graciously on it, right next to Cathy who already had made herself comfortable. Now they were both staring at me with a questioning look. “You wanna watch the movie, or just hear it from over there?” asked Cathy amused.

“No. Ehm, I come”, not sure where I should sit exactly. The bed was big but not big enough for three people lying side by side with comfortable spacing.

Still searching for something Cathy said: “You can sit on the bed with us, pretty boy,” with an inviting smile on her lips. I was shocked and skeptical. Everything was going too smooth. I felt unease.

However, at this moment I remembered the foldable camping chairs that Cathy had put up under the canopy. Without hesitating I opened the door quickly grabbed one of the chairs and stepped back inside. The weather outside was really nasty. It was a long time ago that I had seen such a storm. I unfolded the chair and put it right next to the bed. It was a little bit tight and the plastic wasn’t especially comfortable but it was calming my mind and something else… As I looked back at them, Cathy didn’t look disappointed, or at least she didn’t show it. It was actually quite the opposite, her grin seemed to have grown. “You’re very shy, pretty boy. I like that.”

I froze, not able to move, and gulped. Cathy who had meanwhile found the remote broke the silence. “Are you guys ok with ‘The Witch?’ It’s supposed to be pretty good and very creepy.” As I only knew a few horror movies which were not even that great, I simply shrugged my agreement. Shortly after, we started watching this witch movie and I can tell you this, it was scary. Sometimes I had to look away because I couldn’t take it anymore. On one of these occasions, I happened to look at the girls on the bed and saw Cathy glancing at me. This together with the horror film and the thunderstorm outside send a shiver down my spine. That sexy grin that she had presented the whole day was back on her face. She pushed the next chip more slowly and deeply in her mouth than necessary. On the way out she licked seductively on her fingers. I was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable and turned on at the same time. Claire on the other hand was seemingly captivated by what happened in the movie.

As Cathy grabbed another chip it accidentally fell right into her open cleavage. Her wet lips formed an exaggerated ‘Oh’ and she began ‘searching’ for it. This made her boobs jiggle and when she finally had found the lost chip, she erotically put it in her mouth. I was flashed. I was baffled. I was definitely dreaming. This can’t be happening. My internal conflict must have been obvious to the outside because Cathy threw me another of her mischievous smiles and as if nothing ever happened, she continued watching the movie. After that, I was no longer able to concentrate on the movie. The good thing was it wasn’t so scary anymore. The bad – I really felt pressure in my pants. I probably never have been this hard before in my life.

While the movie wasn’t as entertaining as before since the veil of fear was lifted it helped me calm down. Halfway through the movie, Cathy sat up and said, “I’m sorry but I’m full of crumbs. I’m gonna change really quick into something more comfortable.” Claire who was annoyed about the interruption stopped the movie and Cathy disappeared into the small restroom with some additional clothes.

“Do you want another beer, Jack?” asked Claire again adding a lovely note to my name.

“Yeah, why not, thank you.” She quickly climbed out of the bed and made her way towards the fridge. My eyes were locked on her amazing body and perfectly long smooth legs.

Once again, she bent forwards revealing her whole breasts from the side like earlier. This time however I was sitting lower and had a better angle, and I could see a whole lot more. Gravity showed its work, and the breasts were dangling in the air. I would have loved to grab them, to squeeze them, to kiss them, to massage them, to….

Suddenly Claire turned her head around to say something but stopped midway as she saw me starring at her boobs. Fuck, now I’m fucked. This is the end of my luck. Did I misinterpret her signs earlier? However, instead of quickly covering herself she slowly straightened and said: “We’re out of beer, but we have some cola if you want.”

I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out and decided to just pretend if nothing had happened. “Yes, no problem.”

“With ice?”, she quickly asked.

“Ehm, yes.” So, she bent down once again not minding showing me her huge side cleavage again and picked some ice cubes from a bag.

However, rather than putting them into the glasses on the table, she took one in her left hand. With the other hand, she slowly pushed her tank top to the side revealing one of her perky breasts. She then turned her face towards me and said with a provocative voice: “Say, Jack, do you enjoy watching the”, she made a small pause, “movie?”

She wasn’t really talking about the movie, right? Right? It was probably because of Cathy who could very much likely hear everything as the door of the restroom was nothing but a bit of plastic or wood. “Yes, it’s something for the eye,” I answered a bit too enthusiastically, my voice broken.

“Oh really? Don’t you think the movie is a bit,” another pause, “cold?” As she was saying that she brushed the ice cube over her tender skin and then slowly stroked her nipple with it. This was certainly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, closely followed by Cathy’s chip accident.

My cock was rock hard and throbbing in my pants. The ice cube was already melting and lonely waterdrops ran down her breast.

I completely lost my ability to speak and an indistinct “No” was all that I could manage.

Claire, obviously amused by my dullness replied with a sigh. “Well, if that’s the case…” She started to slowly unbutton her shorts gliding the ice cube down her chest. The fingers of her right hand gently glided into her pants resting on a pink string that was poking through. She continued with a sensual voice, “I think this movie is very nerve…wracking.” While still holding the ice cube in one hand she pushed the tank top to the side to reveal her second breast. Both were perfectly round and soft with small stiff nipples.

She began stroking the second nipple with the ice cube as well while touching herself with the remaining hand. Her whole body squirmed under the pleasure she was giving herself. And I was just sitting on my plastic chair watching, speechless, my mind completely empty. The only thing I knew was that I wanted her badly. I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine and… It was like abruptly waking up from a dream because the door to the closet opened, blocking the view between Claire and me. Cathy was now wearing black tight leggings (like for sport) with a matching top that was even tighter than the one before and most importantly no bra.

If the cleavage from earlier had been breathtaking this was, how could I say it, you could simply just stop breathing in advance. The outline of her wonderful large tits was clearly visible and her big nipples poked through the fabric. This was too much sensation for me. “You like what you see?”, she asked me with a cocky smile. But without waiting for an answer, she closed the door behind her and walked to her place on the bed. I was relieved when I saw that Claire was meanwhile fully dressed again and dropped three large ice cubes into the glasses, the first one being slightly smaller than the others. She then gave each of us a glass and asked, “Shall we continue?” I was trying to make eye contact with Claire during the rest of the movie, but she was either too involved or I was going crazy. I mean, it did happen, right?

While it had already been difficult for me to concentrate on the movie in the first half it was now sheer impossible. I constantly glanced over at Cathy’s poking nipples and Claire’s side boobs, my dick aching to be freed. I was almost glad when the movie was over because it meant that could stand up, hopefully releasing the tension a little bit.

The storm had not yet subsided, the wind was hurling outside and the rain crashed against the walls and windows of the camper. Damn it, I could have used some fresh air. I was still watching outside the front window when Cathy stepped beside me and said: “Seems like you need to stay with us a little longer.”

“Seems so,” but I wasn’t particularly sad about that as you can imagine. As I couldn’t hold the stare against Cathy’s seductive eyes I turned around and saw Claire sitting on the edge of the bed. “What shall we do next?”, she asked excitedly like a little kid. As I had no idea, I scratched my head and looked around, like I would find an idea hiding in a corner.

Cathy however, began smiling suddenly but before she could share her plan a thought hit me like a bolt of lightning...