Tent Sounds Under the Stars

Camping sex
NonFiction
Some years ago, when I was in college, I went on a camping trip with my girlfriend, a buddy, and his girlfriend from high school. We got there late in the afternoon, set up camp, and built a fire. After dinner, the drinks flowed, and soon the four of us were laughing and talking under the stars.

As the night wound down, we drifted off to our separate tents. My girlfriend and I were tired and hadn’t planned on doing much—just cuddling up and falling asleep. But our friends had other ideas.

A little while later, we heard movement in their tent. It went quiet for a bit… then came the unmistakable sound of heavy breathing, from her side. It didn’t take long to realize what was happening. My girlfriend and I exchanged amused glances, not saying a word.

Then things escalated. The wet sounds of her pleasuring him drifted across the campsite, followed by soft moans that grew louder, bolder. I could feel the tension building between us. My girlfriend noticed how aroused I was; she unzipped her sleeping bag, slid into mine, and reached down to touch me.

I slipped my hand into her panties, finding her already wet with excitement. Her quiet moan carried through the tent—and the timing made it obvious that our friends could hear us, too. There was a pause… then they started up again, even louder than before.

Everything about that night felt electric. The shared tension, the sounds, the thrill—all of it pushed us further. Eventually, we gave in completely to the moment, letting go of any sense of shyness or restraint.

Later, when the fire burned low and the forest was quiet again, we lay tangled together, breathless and satisfied. From the next tent came a quiet, contented sigh.

“Good night,” I whispered.
“Good night,” our friends whispered back, almost laughing.

The next morning, everyone woke up smiling.