I never got the ‘camping gene’. There’s absolutely nothing in this Mistress that yearns for nature, and the closest I willingly get to it is sitting on a deck, enjoying a glass of wine or the occasional beer. That deck can overlook a beach or a cabin in the woods, but a recent idea that my friend Tarah had got me worried.

She wanted to camp. She’s my best friend, so of course I went. Under protest! I found a housesitter for my cuck, and off we went.

Amber (18)

A little sexy water fun….

Once we had the tent up (what a blast that turned out to be), I considered reading for awhile, but a few guys in the next camp had me reconsidering. Derek, Tim and Alex were quite friendly, coming over to meet us and inviting us to see their boat and take it out on the lake. How sweet of them to offer…..to decline would have been rude. I couldn’t help but wonder who had the biggest cock. Not that I’m a size queen or anything…..

So off we went, (don’t worry, us girls wore lifejackets), and made some flirty conversation with the boys on the water. Eh, maybe more than just conversation. Hey, a Mistress has to have a little fun, but I get a little silly when I’m tipsy. There may be a burn ban in Oregon, but there could be anything in that ‘red solo cup’. (Mine was actually blue). Needless to say, someone got to second base…..I’m not saying who just yet!

What’s that buzzing sound? Oh, just a Mistress and a (stolen) vibrator…..

Later, Tarah was quite the camp chef, firing up the propane grill for some steaks and we just relaxed and drank wine and talked like girls do. We wandered over to the boys’ camp later and nibbled on something I had baked and brought from home. It was the least I could do, as all the gear was Tarah’s.

The next morning, I heard a buzzing sound coming from our tent. I word it this way because I wasn’t in our tent. Cute boys camping next to a single Amber? You do the math. Anyway, I just started giggling because I knew what it was. And after a few minutes, all the guys knew, too. Tarah had my vibrator! That little bitch had found my toy! At least she had privacy in there by herself…..but then she started giggling, because she knew I was in a certain someone’s tent and we all knew what she was doing.

Some final thoughts

Thanks to good laughs, Mistress bonding, camping masturbation and some no-strings messin’, all in all I can say it was pretty fun. Would I do it next summer? Probably not. But thanks to exchanging phone numbers with Derek, it was worth it in the end. He lives in Washington, but only about 40 minutes away. I have a date next week!