Ghosts by the Campfire.

— Every time you go into this shithole, you just feel like fucking. All the girls from the disco run here to piss. We used to stare at their bare asses from the entrance to the kindergarten grounds. You could see everything so clearly.

I heard these words just as I started pulling down my pants. Oh, for fuck's sake. Can't even let a person pee. They're going to come in now, and I'm here with my pants down. That's all I needed.

And even though I was in the women's section, and judging by the footsteps they turned into the men's, it didn't help at all. There was a big hole in the wall between the women's and men's sections. So I had to leave, because they would definitely spot me.

I slipped outside.

It was

already almost dark. Stars were shining in the sky, but it was a new moon. So the night was dark.

I walked along the building of the local club, from inside which came a musical roar, towards a small park, whose trees rose like a dark wall in the light of a couple of tall street lamps.

Drunken voices could be heard from the club entrance. The park used to be fenced with a small metal railing, but now nothing remained of it or the brick posts. It consisted of several rows of trees planted in a line. And it was all well-lit by the lamps. So if I sat down anywhere, I'd be visible from far away.

Getting into this place wasn't too difficult. A secluded spot was found right next to the wall of the store. There were large thickets of bushes there. In that spot, a small building adjoined the store wall, which apparently served as a boiler room. The store itself was closed. But the entrance to the boiler room was broken down. From the side I came from, there was a small rectangular hatch leading into this boiler room, closed with a wooden door. At first, I even wanted to go into that room, but from the entrance on the other side, voices could be heard. So I crawled past that hatch deeper into the bushes and finally got down to my business.

The stream of urine hit the ground, and in the night, the sound of water pouring from a hose could be heard. When I had relieved myself, there was a whole puddle under me. I took a roll of toilet paper from my bag. Tore off a piece and wiped my pussy with it.

And then voices reached my ears. I looked at the hatch to the boiler room, whose door was slightly ajar by about a third, and only from this side did I notice that a fire was burning inside the boiler room. Its flickering light was visible in the hatch opening, like a small window.

My path still went past it, so I decided to peek in there and see what was going on. I quietly crept along the wall of the former boiler room and crawled up to the hatch. Peeked through the slightly open crack and my jaw dropped in surprise.

In the middle of the small room, a fire was blazing. Near it stood naked girls and guys. They were standing and talking to each other: two guys and two girls. Another couple stood to the side by the wall, also naked, and were kissing.

The guy standing sideways to me from this angle was touching his small cock, pulling back the foreskin on the head. The girls stood and watched the flames of the fire. The second guy stood with his back to me and was talking about today's fight at the club. The thing is, when I was still in the hall, a couple of local guys really got into a scrap with some visitors. That was about an hour ago.

The couple by the wall continued kissing. The guy was feeling the girl's ass and pressing his cock against her pubic area. The girl threw her head back at such moments and allowed the guy to caress her neck. Her fingers slid along his back. Sweet sighs could be heard.

One of the guys by the fire, the one who was fiddling with his cock, started jerking it off a little, glancing at the couple by the wall, exposing the glans. The cock in his hand quickly got hard.

One of the girls, apparently his girlfriend, noticed this and said:

— Well? Want to fuck?

She walked over to him and started kissing him, her right hand massaging his cock. She had large breasts, which were very eye-catching. Her neat nipples were dark in color. Between her legs, a small patch of dark hair was visible. She knelt down in front of the guy and, taking his erect cock in her hand, started passionately sucking it.

The girl and guy who were by the wall stopped kissing and, embracing, walked over to the fire and started watching the big-breasted girl suck. The other couple followed their example.

Everyone watched as the busty blonde sucked. And she sucked very diligently. The guy who was getting his dick sucked watched her calmly and occasionally moaned.

After about five minutes, he groaned. The girl stopped sucking and leaned slightly to the side. A stream of semen shot from his cock about half a meter forward. The blonde continued to massage his cock a little, which was spurting cum.

When the source dried up, she licked the remaining semen off the head and stood up.

And then they noticed me. One of the girls standing and watching the blonde suck looked towards the hatch and noticed part of my face in the slightly open opening, illuminated by the firelight.

— Look. Someone's watching there.

She covered her breasts. The whole company immediately turned in my direction.

I quickly jumped up and rushed through the bushes into the park, and from there past the club towards home.

No one ran after me, and there was no need.

I still don't know who those people were. The girls definitely weren't locals. The guys either. It was as if they were ghosts.