4

I couldn't wait for the sun to set. I take my leave to the grocery store and gather supplies for tonight. Aside from seeing a mass amount of undesirable people, it was uneventful. Once I return, I find Elle and Max still sleeping. I wake their grump asses up so they can help prep everything.

I rush outside, constantly glancing toward Mac's camper, and get the grill going. While lighting the briquettes, I notice there are no signs of life next door. Unfortunately, other event attendees would stop and cheer me on and practically beg to join the cookout. I told them to kick rocks, grab my folding camping chair, and wait while the flames took hold, watching people as they passed by.

The individuals who attend this event are different from what I'm used to. Sure, being from a quote-unquote biker family, some things are expected. The noise is one thing. The growls of bike engines are constant. Leather is a must. People are extremely loud and I've already noticed a district unwashed scent wafting off a few. I could never understand how someone could go without, at least, freshening up. A whores bath and deodorant aren't illegal in the U.S.

Several women seem to gather along the street at times. Drinking, laughing, and having a good time in minimal apparel. Tits and ass galore. If I liked pussy, I would be in literal hog heaven. Some even have fox tales attached to their thongs and wearing animal ears. Mostly the younger crowd but it is strange and has zero appeal to me, I can see why Max would take an interest. Easy tale, literally.

Once the flames on the charcoal died down, it was finally time to start cooking. Disappointed that I haven't seen Mac or Janelle yet, I knock on the side of the camper, signally for Max and Elle to bring out the food.

I splurged on ribeye steaks for everyone, aside from Elle. She doesn't eat meat. She opted for veggie kabobs.

I had hoped the smell of the food cooking would bring our neighbors over but they never showed. The three of us ate our food without much conversation. Exhaustion could be the reason for Max and Elle not speaking much but my mood is my cause. I had expected too much out of meeting someone. I know he's married, and maybe I read too deeply into our silent exchanges from earlier but I have a distinct feeling he likes what he saw.

We cleaned everything up and my friends packed their essential belongings into the truck so I could take them to the motel only a few miles away. Having them stay somewhere else will eventually become a chore.

Darkness has set and it took me forever to get back to our site. As I backed into next to the camper, I glanced over to my neighbors and they were still gone. The one good thing about sleeping alone in the camper is the privacy. Knowing I would have an early morning, I set my alarm, turned out the lights, removed all but my boxers, and slip into the double bed. It's not comfortable by any means but it's clean and I didn't have to share.

After a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to hone out the noise from outside. And to think, I have an entire week of this chaos. After a while, it all seemed to mesh together into a rhythmic beat that lulled me to sleep.

A tailpipe backfire startles me out of slumber. My eyes are so fucking heavy. I grab my phone and it's early morning but still dark. I stumble my way to the toilet and relieve my strained bladder. As I make my way back, movement through the curtains captures my eye. I peek out the small window.

The scene before me, and everyone else for that matter, is a steamy one. Mac and his wife are inside their camper. A dim light illuminates them as he fucks her from behind on what I assume is their small dining table. Pleasure is evident on Janelle's face, I'm shamefully envious. I hadn't had a sexual encounter in nearly two years after my last breakup. His cheating and gaslighting flushed my sex drive down the toilet.

Engrossed in the scene, I hadn't realized my right hand fondling my right nipple. Mac's nude body, strained expression, and flexing muscles are enough to awaken my desire.

I step out of sight but keep a firm eye on him as he continues to pound her. My left hand slips down my stomach slowly, brushing my skin in a tantalizing way before making it to the hem of my boxers. I continue to pinch my nipple softly as heat builds inside me. When I cup my sensitive balls, my eyes flutter and I release a sigh of satisfaction to my touch.

I allow my imagination to take hold and I quickly become the one bent over that table. Mac is fucking me from behind, stroking me, pushing me, making me his. I can almost feel the stretch of his girth inside my tight hole. My body shudders with yearning and I begin to stroke my cock.

I release a moan of pleasure and my toes curl while I intently observe him beginning to pound into her with deep, hard strokes before he grips her hips tightly and throws his head back in pleasure. I forget my nipple and grip the wall for support as I stroke myself faster.

I want to join him in utter bliss. He looks up, almost directly at me, and grins as he pounds her even harder, pushing me to completion. I didn't have enough time to be shocked or embarrassed by his eyes and the way he licked his lips. Without breaking eye contact with him, he grips a handful of her hair and he and I share an orgasm.

While catching my breath, I watch as he steps back, exposing himself to me, and strokes the remaining cum from his tip slowly. I do the same action. That's when I notice a distinct piercing through the sensitive head of his cock. Even flaccid, his cock is thick and the perfect length. I swallow deeply, imagining how he would taste. Janelle is too busy catching her breath to notice. Keeping eye contact with him, he slaps her ass hard, making her squeal before walking out of sight.

I flop onto the bed completely spent. I think back and chuckle at the excitement of the experience. Porn is nothing but a tool to get off but I had forgotten how exciting it is to watch someone else have sex. With my eagerness dowsed, sleep takes me again.