The Night They Watched Us from the Camper Next Door

The year couldn’t have started any better. The company told me I had accumulated extra days off because of split shifts and that I had to use them as soon as possible. I talked it over with Nuria, who moved heaven and earth to get the same days off, and suddenly we had an entire week ahead of us just for us.

The idea had been circling around us for years: rent a camper van and head off with no fixed destination. We had planned it before the pandemic and everything had gone awry. So we dug out the old maps, the places we wanted to see, and set off.

We were looking for peace and quiet, to camp far from campgrounds and marked routes. We had no set plan, just the urge to improvise.

Nuria hadn’t seen the camper until that very afternoon. When I showed it to her, she got excited like a kid with a new toy. She opened and closed every drawer, fiddled with every button, until she came over to my side and hugged me.

—I like it —she said—. We’re going to have a good time.

—That little head of yours is already plotting something, isn’t it?

—Of course. You know me.

Since we both drove, we decided to leave early and do the whole coast north in one go. But we ended up leaving later than planned and had to stop for the night right by the road.

We parked in a huge service area with a lot of trucks parked there. You know what they say: where lots of truckers stop, you eat well. There was even a separate building with showers for the drivers.

We left the camper next to two others, so we’d be better sheltered, and went in to have dinner.

The dining room was packed and the female presence was limited to the waitresses, Nuria, and two other women who were having dinner with their partners. We assumed they were the owners of the other campers.

We sat at a table next to one of the couples, whom we greeted with a simple nod. Amid the noise, I noticed something: every time one of those women stood up, most of the gazes followed her from head to toe. Including the waitresses’.

When Nuria got up to go to the bathroom, almost everyone watched her. I saw more than one elbow nudge and a few discreet gestures pointing at her.

***

She came back accompanied by the other woman, both of them laughing like they had known each other all their lives.

—What are you laughing at? —I asked.

—Because we’ve received four invitations to go see the inside of a truck cab —Nuria replied.

—You’re kidding me.

—I swear it. Lorena, the one who came with me, told me that it’s normal in places like this where so many truckers stop.

I looked over to find the said Lorena. She was talking to her partner, both of them smiling. They had to be around my age, about fifty. She was blonde, with straight hair pulled back in a ponytail and big breasts that a thin T-shirt didn’t even try to hide. He was slimmer, with graying hair and a neatly trimmed goatee.

We finished dinner and, when we went out, they came behind us. On the way to the campers we introduced ourselves. She was Lorena and he was Bruno. They were from Almería and had taken an entire month to travel around the country.

—We got a taste for this last year with some friends —Bruno explained—. And we decided to do it again.

—It’s our first time —I said.

—You’re going to love it —Lorena added—. You can’t imagine the freedom it gives you. Here today, wherever you end up tomorrow.

—And meeting people —Nuria pointed out.

—That too —Bruno replied, and they both laughed.

Since their camper was right next to ours, Nuria invited them over for a drink. We opened the doors, which were less than a meter apart, and kept talking. Bruno and I got caught up talking about what we did for a living. The women did their own thing, though at some point I drifted away from my conversation to pay attention to theirs.

—That’s the usual thing —Lorena was saying—. Truckers are horny, poor things.

—I’ve already noticed —Nuria laughed.

—Sometimes Bruno and I feel like giving them a little show.

—A show?

—We do it in the camper without drawing the curtains or turning off the light —Lorena confessed, lowering her voice a little—. You wouldn’t believe how they stare.

—So you get turned on by being watched.

—I’ll admit, a little, yes. —She burst out laughing—. And more than one has offered to join in, but no thanks. I’m very happy with my husband.

Bruno had realized I had stopped listening to him.

—A spicy touch never hurts —he said, and winked at me.

We talked a little longer, he gave me a couple of camper van tips, and each couple went inside their own.

***

While Nuria got ready for bed, I lay down on the mattress. With the curtains still open, I could clearly see the inside of the camper opposite, where they were also settling in for the night.

At the back, Bruno stripped naked and stayed in his boxers, lying down with his hands behind his head. Lorena came out of the tiny bathroom in her underwear, wearing a bra that barely contained those enormous breasts, and lay down beside him.

It didn’t take long before she reached for his groin. She slipped her hand under the fabric while kissing his chest. Through the little windows I saw her head start to go down, slowly, and then that unmistakable up-and-down motion. Bruno put a hand on the back of her neck.

I was still watching, absorbed, when Nuria appeared beside me.

—What are you doing? —she whispered.

—Watching the show.

She leaned over and saw the same thing I did.

—Oh! So it was true what they were saying —she said, amused.

She lay down pressed against me and, without thinking twice, yanked my boxers down to free my cock, which was already starting to harden.

—Well then, let’s put on a show for them too —she murmured—. Turn on your side.

Just then Bruno turned his head. It was obvious he could see us, probably better than we could see them. Nuria’s lips closed around me slowly, positioning me so he’d have a good view. She worked me from top to bottom with her tongue while I couldn’t take my eyes off the man opposite, who said something to his wife. She lifted her head to look too.

Bruno sat up and turned onto his side, like me, showing his cock. Not very long, but thick, ending in a broad glans that Lorena’s lips covered at that very moment, as if they were competing.

I lay down fully and Nuria climbed on top, never stopping what she was doing to me, offering them a full view of her ass. I sank my tongue into her pussy, sliding it up and down until I reached her clit. I didn’t know whether they were still watching us, but I made sure they could clearly see how my tongue played with her.

I worked my way slowly up to her ass. I lubed it carefully, teasing around the entrance with a finger without quite sliding it in. I wanted to give them plenty of time to watch us.

It was Nuria who took the initiative. She sat up with her back to me, grabbed my cock, and lowered herself onto it slowly, taking it into her ass until she was seated fully on me. With her legs open toward the window, she started moving, rising almost all the way off me and then coming back down fully.

She leaned her body back, planted her hands on the mattress, and sped up while I held her breasts. I turned slightly to glance out the window: Lorena was on all fours and Bruno was fucking her from behind, gripping her wide hips. Neither of them took their eyes off us.

Nuria kept riding me, moaning every time she felt me all the way inside. At one point she reached for her bag and took out one of her toys, a dildo with every detail, and slid it into herself without stopping. Full on both ends like that, she rode me with even more hunger, until her body tensed completely and she let out a moan so loud it must have been heard from the other camper.

Even after she came, she didn’t stop. She sensed I was about to finish and moved aside, grabbed my cock, and, looking toward the window opposite, licked it until I came.

***

On the other side they had also changed positions. Now it was Lorena riding Bruno, those enormous breasts bouncing, the large areolas and hard nipples that she pinched herself. We heard her perfectly when she came. After that she lay down and he settled on top to finish between her breasts.

Nuria, still panting, blew them a kiss with her hand before reaching out and closing the curtains, bringing the performance to an end. She curled up against me and fell asleep almost instantly. I stayed awake, too wound up to sleep.

A while later I got up without fear of waking her —after a good session she sleeps like a log— and went out for a cigarette. I found Bruno doing the same, sitting on the step of his camper.

—What a show —he said, laughing.

—Yeah. Interesting.

—We didn’t think you’d play along.

—Neither Nuria nor I turn our noses up at a good night. And seeing you got us in the mood. Though truthfully, we don’t need much.

—The first time, we didn’t even realize anyone was watching us —he said—. We didn’t notice until the end. And we got a taste for it, especially Lorena. The more they look at her, the better. Though what happened tonight had never happened to us before.

—I don’t mind being watched. And Nuria even less.

—I noticed that. And when she took out the toy… —he snorted—. I really gave it to Lorena then. Like never before.

We kept talking a little longer, two strangers sharing a cigarette and a strange kind of complicity, until each of us went back to our bed.

***

In the morning we woke up early. Since we didn’t know where we’d spend the night and preferred not to waste the camper’s water, we took our toiletry bags and went to the shower building. The women’s area was on the left and the men’s on the right, so we split up.

When I went in, several showers were running. I stepped into the first one I found free. There was a constant flow of people coming and going, until at some point I was left alone. Then the door opened and I heard two men talking, unaware that I was still there.

—And what about those two tits from last night? Jesus, what a pair.

—Tell me about it. Both of them stacked nicely. I would’ve had them up in the truck if they hadn’t been with someone.

—Too much woman for those two.

—A buddy of mine told me the campers were parked opposite his truck. And that he saw the blonde with the bigger tits fucking her husband, with the curtains open.

—He must have had a great time, the guy.

—He says she sucked him off like a dream first and then got on all fours so he could take her from behind.

—I’d take the other one. Firmer, but with a nice pair of tits. And she looks like she likes it rough.

—I’d take either of them. Or both. Can you imagine?

I finished showering and came out. The two truckers were shaving in front of the mirror. When they saw me reflected there, they lowered their eyes and fell silent at once, while I walked over to the sinks.

—Good morning —I said.

—Good morning —one of them replied, awkwardly.

I brushed my teeth watching them in the mirror, both of them finishing their shaving in tense silence. I gathered my things and headed for the door, but I couldn’t hold back. I turned around and went back to them.

—By the way. You’re right —I told them—. She does like it rough. But she’s very selective, so the only way you’re ever going to see a woman like that is in your best dreams.

I turned and left, leaving them speechless.

I decided to wait for Nuria outside, finishing my cigarette. I’m not a regular smoker, but it’s an old habit that’s hard to kick. She came out the door just as those two were also coming out, and they gave her a thorough once-over until they saw me beside her.

The truth is she was worth looking at. With wet hair, not a trace of makeup —I think she’s prettier that way— and a tight T-shirt that, since she wasn’t wearing a bra and the morning was cold, outlined her nipples. Even I had trouble stopping myself from looking at her.

And she, aware of the effect she had and with the other two behind us, threw her arms around my neck as soon as she reached me. She pressed her body against mine and started kissing me while I grabbed her ass.

—You know, darling? —she said loudly, with all the intention in the world—. We should have showered together. Then you could have soaped me up properly.

She said it so the ones behind us could hear, but neither of them dared to look up. They went straight toward the parking area.

We went into the café for breakfast. As we sat down we saw Bruno and Lorena start up their camper; they waved at us from the window. When we finished, we went back to ours feeling several eyes following us, tidied up a little, and got back on the road, with the feeling that that week had only just begun.