Spooky camping trip.
One summer, when I was about 14, I went on a camping trip with my uncle Ian. This was the first time I'd been camping and was doubly excited because we were camping in the grounds of an old manor house. I had even received my own tent as an early birthday present!
Before we went to bed my uncle told me that the lady of the manor had been the inspiration for D. H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover but, sadly, she had died young so haunted the place. He also told me that, on occasion, the ghost was known to "lay with" men who spent the night on the estate and that to summon her one just had to close one's eyes and say, quietly "I'm ready for you m'lady".
Now, even then I was a skeptic and thought he was talking bollocks. But being a teenager I waited until my uncle was asleep and, just in case, unzipped my sleeping bag, got out my tiny todger, closed my eyes and whispered "I'm ready for you m'lady". I must have done this for about 5 minutes and was gradually raising my voice yet still nothing so was about to give up when I heard the zip on my tent opening. Sure enough, I soon felt hands on my thighs, my cock immediately stiffening. "Yes!" I thought "I'm going to loose my virginity to a ghost!". However, this ghostly maiden did not proceed to make love to me but, instead, I felt a mouth around my cock. The pleasure was intense and, after what was probably only a minute or two, my back was arching and I was cumming. I then fell asleep, contented and knackered.
I think my uncle must have heard something because the next morning he asked me whether I had slept well and gave me a wink.
Sadly I never went camping with uncle Ian again as he went abroad soon after. I think he's in the Philippines now.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Fri 9 Sep 2016, 7:10, 1 reply)

Thats what happens
When you camp under a yewtree
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Fri 9 Sep 2016, 7:51, closed)