My boyfriend Thomas and I have decided to go on holiday to Sweden this summer. We’ve been to Spain a few times before, but honestly, it’s far too crowded there for our liking. Sure, the weather in Spain is better suited for “outdoor activities” than Sweden, but the peace and quiet of the Swedish countryside really appealed to us. We’ve planned a route that will take us to a campsite in southern Sweden. Photo Linda – Erotics.cam

At the campsite, we’re not bothering with a tent—instead, we’ve booked a stuga. It’s like a wooden tent, basic but far more comfortable than a noisy tent flapping in the wind. And that’s perfect for me because, well, I can be a bit loud when I climax. Holding back just isn’t my thing. I tend to get quite vocal since I can come multiple times in a row, and letting myself go only heightens my arousal. Oh, and Thomas? He loves hearing me like that—it keeps him excited, and his cock stays nice and hard.

We’re both incredibly excited for our holiday, and when the time finally comes, we’re buzzing. During the long drive, we’re already daydreaming and planning our “outdoor activities.” Sweden’s endless, quiet forests sound perfect. I love feeling the breeze and sun on my bare skin during sex—it adds something special. And since Thomas finds it so sexy to see me naked in the sunlight, I sometimes give him a little striptease. Truth be told, I get a thrill out of turning him on with my body, watching his cock grow as I move.

We arrive at the campsite in the evening, knackered from the journey. We unpack the essentials and settle into our stuga. The weather’s lovely, so we enjoy a glass of wine outside before crawling into bed. I’m not in the mood for sex tonight—just want to cuddle up close. We drift off quickly, ready to start the next morning fresh.

In the morning, we both want a shower, so we grab towels, shampoo, and head to the facilities. I open the door, expecting individual cubicles, but to my shock, it’s one big open space with showers lined up along the walls—no partitions, completely exposed. Thomas and I exchange a look, like, well, this is unexpected.

It’s early, and I spot only two women showering. I decide to take a spot a few showers down from them. My goodness, this feels strange. Thomas stands next to me, slightly out of their line of sight, turning toward the wall to keep his bits private.

Feeling a bit awkward, I grab the shampoo and start washing my long, dark hair. It’s a proper job, so I try to cover my breasts with my hair as much as possible. I keep glancing at the two women to see if they’re looking. They do, occasionally, and I accidentally catch the eye of the blonde one. To give you a picture of what she sees: I’m 5’11”, not exactly slim or chubby, just nicely curved. My bra size is 85D, and I’m quite proud of my full, round breasts and perky nipples.

After rinsing my hair, I grab the body wash and run my hands over my skin. As my hands move from my thighs to my waist and up to my breasts, I notice her watching—first my eyes, then my hands. I’m thrown for a moment; I’ve never had a stranger, let alone another naked woman, pay me this kind of attention. Thomas senses the tension but stays quiet—probably for the best.

I reach for the body wash cap to distract myself, but it’s slippery and drops, bouncing across the floor—straight toward her. Before I can react, she picks it up. She looks at me and walks over. She’s a slim blonde, a bit shorter than me, with curly hair and, I’d guess, a 80C bra size. Like me, she’s completely shaved down below. “Here’s your cap,” she says. “I heard you speaking Dutch, so…” “Thanks,” I reply, feeling a spark run through me—definitely not unpleasant. Thomas watches, curious. She introduces herself as Debbie, and we shake hands. “You’ll notice things are a bit more open in Sweden,” she says with a smile. “Is that your boyfriend?” Thomas turns, introduces himself, and I catch Debbie glancing at his cock. “Maybe see you later,” she says, leaving the shower.

A bit stunned, Thomas and I look at each other. “Well,” I say, “she’s not shy, is she?” “Nope,” Thomas replies, “and honestly, not bad to look at.” I had a feeling he’d say that—his cock gave him away.

We wrap towels around ourselves and head back to the stuga. Debbie’s stuck in my head. What was that feeling toward a woman I’ve never felt before? I’m starting to get turned on just thinking about it. I walk over to Thomas, letting my towel drop to the floor. God, being naked with him always feels so sexy. My fingers graze my pussy lips—already soaking wet. My nipples harden as I feel the rush.

Thomas gets the hint, dropping his towel. I see his cock start to grow—fuck, that’s hot. I step toward him, grab his cock, and feel it swell in my hand as I stroke. He kisses me hard, and a jolt shoots through my core as his hand finds my pussy, sliding a finger inside. We’re standing there, working each other up, lost in the heat. He grabs my breasts, teasing my nipples—oh, God, the pleasure surges through me. “Thomas, I need your cock inside me now,” I say, my voice thick with desire.

My pussy’s dripping, my body aching to fuck. I want to be on top, so I push him onto the bed. He holds his cock upright—fuck, that’s such a hot sight. I straddle him, teasing his tip against my lips, letting him slip in just a bit before pulling back. The feeling of him entering me is pure bliss. I can’t hold back anymore and lower myself onto his cock, moaning loudly as pleasure rips through me.

I ride him slowly, deeply—God, it’s so good. As if reading my mind, he grabs my breasts, pinching my nipples just hard enough to drive me wild. I rub my clit, moving like I’m riding a horse, his cock filling me perfectly. I’m getting louder now, moans escaping with every thrust as an orgasm builds. The waves of pleasure hit, and I come hard, shuddering and crying out.

I want more, so I shift to a squat, letting him thrust freely. Fuck, he’s so deep—our bodies slap together, that sexy sound pushing me further. I watch his cock slide in and out, glistening with my wetness. Rubbing my clit and pinching my nipple, I catch myself fantasising it’s Debbie touching me. Another orgasm crashes over me, and I come again, trembling and moaning.

I urge Thomas on, “Come on, babe, fill my pussy with your cum.” He thrusts harder, then unloads deep inside me—God, it feels so fucking good, especially when it starts dripping out later. I collapse onto his chest, his softening cock slipping out along with his cum. I run my fingers along my pussy, feeling the mix of our juices, and we lick them clean together. “Fuck, I needed that,” I tell him. “Guess what I was thinking about?” I ask with a grin. He laughs, “Let me guess—Debbie and outdoor sex?” I nod, giggling. “If you’re serious about wanting to try something with her,” he says, “just show her you’re open to it. From how she approached you, I bet she’d be up for it.” I’m thrilled Thomas is so cool with it. God, I can’t wait to see her again and maybe drop a hint.

What would a woman’s touch feel like on my skin? My hands on her body? Her slender fingers on—or in—my pussy? Her lips on mine? My body’s already tingling at the thought…