Camping

"Wake up, sleepy..." Christa's voice jolted me awake.

"Hnh," I grunted, stretching as I slowly sat up. I was alone on the bed, and Christa was standing in the open doorway, watching me.

"I see you don't wear pajamas," Christa said, eyeing my naked body. I was stunned, and somewhat embarrassed. At some point in the evening I must have kicked off the covers.

She circled around the bed so that she was at the foot of it, directly looking where my thighs parted. "There's a wet spot on the sheets, I see you've been busy!"

I moved my leg and knew she was right. Dried semen had formed a stain on the sheets from where I had ejaculated.

I blushed. "Christa, I'm so sorry, I -"

She shook her head. "John, don't you worry! It's perfectly natural for a young man to do that during the night. But you should shower before we leave." I sat up and nodded.

Standing up, she led me to the shower, but not before giving me a firm slap on the bum. "Get clean, we have a long drive ahead of us!"

Once I had showered and dressed, the three of us got into their van and drove off to the campsite.