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camping

4/2/2007

Jim glanced over at Amy, taking his eyes from the boring
road for a moment. She was leaning against the window, a
half smile on her face, watching the countryside go by.
Jim fumed silently. This was supposed to be a nice weekend
getaway. The back of the wagon was full of camping gear,
and they were headed up in time to have a good chance at getting
their best site at the campground. Jim had really been looking
forward to this. He glanced in the rearview mirror, which
wasn't much good for the road, as the back end was full
to overflowing, in Amy's usual style. The object of
his attention met his eyes in the rear view mirror. Not that he didn't like Megan. In fact, Megan was quite
stunning, and he rather enjoyed being able to watch her
in the back seat, or anywhere else for that matter. Megan
was also a very sweet person that he genuinely enjoyed talking
to, and had for years. He smiled back at her in the rear view.
It was just, dammit, there were certain things he enjoyed
about camping trips alone with Amy. His mind momentarily
slipped over the idea of doing those things to Megan before
he gazed longingly over at Amy, who was still just enjoying
the countryside. Watching her chest rise and fall with
her breathing. The way her hair fell down across her face,
just brushing her soft cheek. Her full lips, still pursed
in that half smile that just made him want to stop and kiss
her. This was going to be a rough weekend. No snuggling.
No sex. Having to sleep with nightclothes on. Amy reached down to adjust her jeans, and Jim followed
her every motion. Amy caught his glance and ran her fingers
along the inside of her thighs, and grinned at him teasingly.
His gaze followed her fingers and then continued on up to
the seam of her jeans, as he imagined what it would be tasting
like right about now. If Megan hadn't been along, he
could have pulled over and-. Oh yeah. This was definitely
going to be a long and very tortuous weekend. He reached over to caress her thigh, but at that moment,
Megan leaned forward from the back seat, and Amy made him
take his hand back. "Thanks for inviting me along for this, Amy. I haven't
been camping in forever. This should be great fun."
Amy turned "No problem, Meg. We're glad you
could come, aren't we honey?" Jim smiled outwardly. "Absolutely. It'll
be a blast. I'll have two lovely things to gaze at all
weekend." Amy smacked him. Jim grinned back, having had at least some payback. "So
Megan, are you comfortable back there? I know the back seat's
kinda small." Amy grinned knowingly, facing the window so Jim couldn't
see. Megan shifted a bit, rubbing her foot along Amy's
thigh, just outside of Jim’s vision. "I'm fine.
I'm exactly where I want to be right now." "Ok." Jim turned his attention back to the
road momentarily, though he kept glancing back into the
rear view mirror. Megan reclined in the center seat, her
long legs shifted over behind the passenger seat to make
room for them. Long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and
stopped at her chest, accenting the curves there. With
the warm weather, Jim hoped that Megan had packed a swimsuit.
He knew that Amy had. At least the view would make up for some
of the loss over the weekend, but after spending a weekend
watching Megan and Amy in the woods, Amy would have to take
her one a day vitamins twice a day to keep up with him. He turned his attention back to Amy, sitting contentedly
next to him gazing out her window again. Amy's darker
hair was shorter, curls in front of her ears framing her
lovely face. Full lips that kissed sensuously, or with
a passion that was incredible. Her prominent chest rose
and fell evenly as she breathed in a relaxed fashion, enjoying
the trip. She turned and caught him watching her, and, after
a quick glance into the back seat to make sure Megan wasn't
looking, she cupped one hand under her breast and massaged
it, winking at him. He mouthed, "You are going to be in sooo much trouble
when we get home!" And then caught Megan gazing at
him from the back seat. He turned back to the road, slightly
redder in the face. Amy winked over her shoulder at Megan, who moved out of
range of the rear view mirror to smile knowingly back. "Honey..
I need to stop when we get to the gas station, ok?" Amy
crossed her legs meaningfully. "Me too!" Megan piped up from the back seat.
Jim leaned over and whispered in Amy's ear. "But
I like you wet." "Behave!" Amy smacked him playfully again.
"I heard that." Megan leaned forward to join
in the conversation. "Besides.. That's not
the kind of wet you want, is it?" Jim opened his mouth, and then closed it again in surprise
at Megan's comment.

Megan shivered with delight as they entered the gas station
restroom and Amy's fingers trailed lightly up her
neck and around her ear for a moment, pulling the hair back
so she could whisper in it. "I had to pay you back for
all that talent with your feet on the way up so far. I'll
bet Jim can practically smell me. I don't think he suspects
a thing though, do you?" Megan turned to face Amy, close enough to feel the warmth
of her face, but still holding back a little. "He seems
kind of miffed. Maybe he's not happy about me coming
along?" "You kidding? I've seen him look at you. He'll
enjoy it. He's just upset because he's used to
getting it a lot on camping trips, and this one looks like
he's going to be stuck being frustrated in the presence
of two women." Amy laughed. "I think this is
going to be more fun than I thought." Megan looked thoughtful for a moment. "So, should
I keep the comments to myself, or join in. He stopped dead
at that last comment." They washed up together, and headed back to the car. Amy
leaned over on the way out and quietly told her. "No
problem. I think he can handle it. It might even make it more
fun." Megan whispered back, "It is kinda neat to make him
hot for a change, instead of the other way around."
She licked Amy's ear just before they came into view
of the car. Jim had finished gassing up, and went around to hold the
door for Amy while she got in. Megan climbed in behind her,
waiting until Jim had closed the door and gotten in before
resuming her position to caress Amy with her foot. Jim took off, placing his hand on Amy's thigh in between
shifts as they began to head up the mountain. Megan matched
his caresses on the underside of her other thigh, careful
to keep out of Jim's view. Amy glanced back at Megan, as though checking to make sure
she wasn't looking, and then ran her hands along Jim's
thigh and lap, pausing for a moment at the bulge Megan had
been eyeing for a while now. Megan noticed Jim about to glance
up, and concentrated on watching the town pass by in the
window. She sighed inwardly as Amy caressed her bare foot
and up to her calf, her feather-like touch sending shivers
up her spine. She gazed up at Jim's neck, his dark hair
cascading past it, leaving glimpses here and there when
he moved, his baritone voice softly singing along with
the music coming from the stereo. She imagined the scent
of him, the slight roughness of his 5 o'clock shadow
brushing her lips as she nuzzled up to him. His strong hands
running over her appreciatively. Amy's fingers tickled the bottom of her foot, bringing
her back to reality, as she had to keep from giggling. Megan
noted that Jim's hand was running over Amy's breast,
in much the same way she'd just been fantasizing it
running over her own. Amy waited just a moment, and smacked
him playfully. "Jim! Keep your hands to yourself."
Megan didn't miss a beat. "Yeah.. Some of us
might get jealous of that kind of treatment." She
wanted to say, "Can't do that unless you have
enough to share with the entire class." But didn't
think it was time to get that daring in conversation yet.
Jim faced front and put his hand back on the gearshift.
Amy quickly met Megan's glance before Jim would look
around again, and circled her own nipple with her fingertips.
Megan flushed. Amy faced forward again and resumed caressing
Megan's foot sensuously. Megan was beginning to think
Jim would smell her pretty soon. She lay back against the seat and watched Amy. Amy's
head was tipped slightly toward the window, leaving her
soft neck visible. Megan remembered Amy's feathery
touch at the gas station, and wondered what it would feel
like to return the favour. Her eyes half closed, she imagined
Jim's strong hands running over her body, while she
lost herself in the sweet scent of Amy. Excitement coursed
through her at the thought of her lips gliding sensuously
over Amy's soft skin. She pulled aside Amy's hair,
and nibbled slowly up the muscles in her neck, finally stopping
to suck on her earlobe. She ran her fingers down the neckline
of Amy's shirt, slowly unbuttoning it and feeling
Amy's breath quicken. Jim's fingers ran down
her thigh, her calf, and tickled her foot. He finally slapped
at it. "What?" Megan said loudly. She opened her eyes to see Amy gazing at her. "We're
here. You missed all the scenery." Megan smiled at both of them. "Oh I think I saw enough."


The campfire blazed sending smoke into the sky, and lighting
the trees around. Amy leaned back against Jim, and eyed Megan in the firelight.
"So, what shall we do now?" Jim muttered quietly "Not what I'd like to do,
obviously." Megan replied. "Why not? Are you afraid I'll
take notes, or that I'll kibitz?" Jim held his tongue, not sure what to say. Amy leaned backwards and kissed Jim upside down. “Ha..
Tonight I have the advantage. I have backup, and you’re
all by yourself.” And then she snuggled in while the moon
slowly rose over the mountainside to the east. Hot chocolate and marshmallows gave way after a while
to idle conversation. Megan came over and sat next to Jim
and Amy as the evening grew cooler. She snuggled in closely,
enjoying the radiant warmth of their bodies in the cool
night air. “Coming over for a closer observation? Where’s your notepad?”
Jim inquired. Megan snorted. “You think I need to take notes on how to
roast marshmallows? I came over because it’s warmer.”
Jim carefully ran his fingers over Amy’s delectable body,
carefully avoiding any naughty bits, but only by millimeters.
Amy shivered delightfully in his lap. “There’s something
for you to take notes about: How would you react to that kind
of treatment?” Megan knew exactly how she was reacting to just watching
that kind of treatment. After hours of being idly caressed
in the car, and watching Amy play with Jim, she was pretty
sure that kind of treatment would be enough to send her through
the roof. Aloud she remained aloof. “Oh, I think I could
handle it.” They lapsed into silence for a while, merely watching
the moon rise slowly in the sky, and the myriad stars dotting
the celestial landscape. After a while, Amy stood. “I think I’m going to go lay down
somewhere more comfortable.” Jim and Megan followed shortly
behind.

In the tent, a queen air mattres lay. Amy changed into her
pajamas and crawled under the covers. Jim had donned sweats
earlier in the restroom, and crawled over Amy to snuggle
with her from the other side of the tent. Megan checked her bags and then looked up with an embarrassed
expression. “I seem to have forgotten my pajamas.” Amy glanced over at her. “Well, you can always sleep in
your clothes, or in your underwear if you want. A bra and
panties isn’t that different from a swimsuit.” Jim piped up from behind Amy. “You could sleep naked!”
Amy smacked him for the umpteenth time. “Jim!” Jim nuzzled Amy’s neck. “Sorry, honey. I was just kidding
around.” Megan looked uncomfortable. “Actually, Jim’s right.
I really can’t sleep with my clothes on. And the underwear
is too restrictive. This is going to be a problem.” Amy thought for a moment. “Perhaps you could wear one of
Jim’s shirts. That’d be like an oversized night shirt for
you.” Megan thought about it. “That might work. It’d be pretty
close to my pajamas.” “There should be one in his bag.” “Oh no. I wouldn’t want to dirty one of those. I’ll just
wear this one.” She rummaged about and found the shirt Jim
had been wearing all day. Amy turned to Jim. “Ok. Face the wall, bud.” Jim grumbled. “Why can’t you just kiss me? I’ll close my
eyes. I promise.” He winked. “No way! There’s no way I trust you to keep your eyes closed
with a beauty like that changing nearby.” “Oh all right.” Jim turned over. Amy turned over most of the way. She listened to the rustle
of clothing behind her as Megan’s top and jeans hit the floor.
Curiosity grabbed hold of her and she turned ever so slightly,
just enough to see Megan out of the corner of her eye. Megan’s
skin gleamed in the pale moonlight glowing through the
translucence of the tent. Her long hair cascaded over her
shoulders, the angle leaving a shadow over her breasts,
whose silhouette proved that either the cold or the arousal
of the day made sensitive nipples stand erect. Amy ran her
hand over her own aching breasts. Jim would be more than
happy to fix that for her, but she couldn’t let him. Not just
yet. Megan was taking a long time to pull her shirt on, given
that she was obviously naked. Amy realized with a start
that the motion of Megan’s shoulders was not so much an evening
exercise, as Megan relieving some aches of her own. Amy
watched Megan for a few more moments, realizing Megan was
nuzzling Jim’s shirt to her face, enveloped by the scent
of a long day. Amy squeezed her breasts as Megan did, and
allowed her hand to run down between her legs to the fire
raging there. Megan bounced delightfully, rocking back
and forth in her pleasure. They both stopped suddenly, trying to reign in their breathing.
Jim stirred, getting restless. “Geez. How long does it
take a woman to strip naked and slap a shirt on? The edge of
the tent doesn’t smell all that good.” Amy turned back to where she could see Megan out of the corner
of her eye, but Megan had slipped the shirt over her head
and was fully covered again. “Ok, Jim, you can turn around
now.” Megan slipped under the covers. “Sorry, Jim, but you know
us women have to do those darned self-breast examinations,
and they take some time.” She leered in the moonlight. “Unless
you can produce someone who’d do it for me.” Under the covers,
she tickled the underside of Amy’s breast. Jim made no response, instead wrapping his arms around
Amy, and snuggling into her. “Goodnight.” Amy breathed to Megan. Amy lay awake for a while, securely wrapped in Jim’s arms.
He held her close, his breath warm against her ear. Through
her pajamas, she could feel the warmth of his furry chest
against her back. She longed to reach down under her pajamas,
and back to her aching wetness again. It didn’t help that
Jim’s wiggling of one leg kept rubbing his member against
the cleft of her bottom through their nightclothes. She
barely resisted the urge to press back into him and wiggle,
knowing that that would likely be too much for both of them.
Her attention turned toward the other occupant of the
tent, as Megan shifted under the covers sleepily. Jim’s
shirt lay at her pillow. Her breath caught as the intense
warmth of Megan’s naked body suddenly pressed up against
her from the front. Warmth of a different kind flooded through
her as Megan’s lips brushed hers while Megan shifted sleepily
into a more comfortable position, with one arm draped over
Amy’s body. Jim’s breath caught in her ear, and she realized
that Megan’s bare breast was now pressed against his arm
where it wrapped around Amy. Amy didn’t think he was going to get any sleep tonight.
She didn’t think she would either.

Amy awoke quietly, and realized she needed to make a trip
to the restroom. The cold morning air pierced her pajamas
as she carefully disengaged herself from Megan, who had
snuggled in closely, back against her. Jim stirred when
she pulled his arms from around her. Amy leaned over and
kissed him softly in his half-asleep state. “I’m running
off to the bathroom, honey. I’ll be back in a moment.” Jim grunted something unintelligable and rolled onto
his back. Amy ran her fingers lightly down his chest for
a moment, noting the rise in his sleeping bag, indicating
his usual morning ‘problem.’ Since he’d been snuggled
so close to her back, that was probably what had awakened
her to the need to relieve herself in a more conventional
fashion. She glanced momentarily at Megan’s nude body, visible
only for a moment while she crawled from under the covers.
She sighed and let the covers slip gently back down over
Megan before the cold caused her to awaken. She slipped quietly out of the tent, and made her way to
the restroom, thinking how nice it would be for her to be
back under those covers again between Megan and Jim. Then she had a thought. Megan and Jim were now alone in the
tent, with nothing between them but the empty space she’d
just vacated. What would happen if she were gone a little
longer? Things could get interesting. Jim was pretty straight
about things, and while he might find other women attractive,
Amy knew he was hers, and he’d never do anything untoward
with another woman, at least not while he was awake and aware
of it. Although, hopefully, he could be convinced to do
untoward things if she instigated it. She smirked. She headed back toward the campground in a roundabout
way, taking some time to gather pine cones and pine needles
along the way. A warm campfire and some hot coffee and breakfast
would be nice when the others finally awakened. It would
also provide the extra time she was hoping for to make things
more interesting. Jim should be nicely uncomfortable.
It would be an excellent payback for the way he’d make her
breasts ache sometimes in the morning before she headed
to her work.

In the tent, Jim lay asleep on his back, vaguely missing
Amy’s warmth next to him. Part of his mind wondered why she
was gone so long, but he could hear her outside, so he knew
she was ok. The rest of his mind was convinced it was entirely
too early to wake up and figure it out. He drifted back into
a deeper sleep, and was comforted by the warm body that curled
up against him. Reflexively, he ran his hand over the warm back, and down
to the rise of her rump, enjoying the soft smoothness of
Amy’s velvety skin. Except that part of his mind told him
Amy was still outside tinkering with something. The more
asleep part of his mind was suddenly awake with the knowledge
that there was a very warm, very naked woman who wasn’t Amy
snuggled right up against him. Megan! His now united mind
supplied for him. He lay stock still, barely breathing, unaware of the shadow
watching him from the doorway. His mind whirled. What should
he do? He let his hand drop from Megan’s rear to the air mattress
below. It wouldn’t be right to wake Megan up. Could he nudge
her over without awakening her? That was doubtful. Besides,
it wasn’t like it wasn’t a nice feeling, he thought guiltily.
Where the hell was Amy, and when was she going to get back
and rescue him? Megan slept on, somewhere deep in sleep realizing the
warmth of Amy was gone. She scooted over little by little,
trying to get it back. It had been very pleasant being cozied
up to Amy all night, though there were parts of her that even
in her dreams were wishing for more. She finally ran into
a body, and snuggled up to it, warming up quickly, and dropping
back off to sleep. Amy watched from the doorway with a slight smile. She watched
Jim’s sleeping form reach over and caress Megan’s back,
and could almost feel that touch of his hand, just as she
had a thousand times before. She knew how comforting that
was. Then she watched him stiffen, and knew he realized
what was happening. She could almost envision his thoughts,
and waited to see if he’d move and wake her up to “do the right
thing.” or if he’d just lay stock still so as not to disturb
Megan, which he’d also consider wrong to do. He continued to lay there. Amy could see that this had done
nothing to subside the rise under the covers she’d noticed
when she got out of bed earlier. She grinned. This must be
pure torture. If he could get a private moment without Megan,
she had no doubt she’d be summarily . They say you can’t
the willing though. She watched them sleep for several minutes, waiting to
see what would happen. Jim lay with his eyes closed, but
obviously not relaxed. She eyed the stiffness sticking
up at the center of the covers. Definitely not relaxed.
She was just about to give up when Megan stirred. She’d
had Jim pegged pretty closely, but she didn’t know what
Megan would do. Jim’s eyes stayed closed. Megan moved slowly,
as though still in her sleep, running one hand softly over
Jim’s chest to his shoulder. She turned her head, and met
Amy’s eye for a moment. Amy could see the mischief in her
glance, and nodded. Megan turned back, still slow as though asleep, and stretched
her arm across Jim’s chest to his other shoulder, and then
brought her leg up his leg, pausing for a moment as she passed
across his stiff manhood. Jim’s involuntary intake of
breath was audible even from Amy’s position outside the
tent. Amy snuck her hand down the front of her pajamas to relieve
some building tension down there. Jim may be getting the
worst of it, but it was definitely taking its toll on Amy
as well. She slipped her hand back out and put a well-flavoured
finger in her mouth with her eyes closed before turning
back to the scene before her. Megan finally moved her leg up to lay across Jim’s waist,
her arm draped over his chest, and her head up on his shoulder.
Jim could feel every breath she took warm against his neck.
He tried so hard not to move, but it was excruciating. Megan
was so warm, so soft. Every time she exhaled, hot flashes
shot up his neck. Her hand on his furry chest was like a branding
iron. His member lay against the back of her thigh, and he
just wanted to grab her and center her on him, driving that
into her until the tension went away. Oh, there was no way
he was going to wait till Monday. One way or another, he was
going to find some time with Amy to relieve this problem,
and it was going to happen today. If he had to, he’d hand Megan
a notepad, and pretend it was class time. Amy’s breath quickened in time with her fingers, but the
tension simply wouldn’t release. She could see Jim practically
quivering with the effort of staying still. She silently
opened the tent, pausing to lick her fingers once more,
and stepped in. She leaned down and without making a sound,
kissed Megan’s bare neck, softly sucking for a moment,
feeling Megan shudder slightly, and then stood up and said
aloud, “Good morning, you two! Ready for breakfast?” Jim started, realizing for the first time that Amy was
in the tent. Megan put on a good show of stretching out, rubbing
legs and arms against Jim, and then stopping suddenly as
though just realizing that it was Jim and not Amy. Megan quickly disengaged herself from Jim. “How’d you
get out there, Amy?” “Breakfast is ready, and there’s coffee for anyone who
wants it. Were you comfortable Jim?” Amy winked at Megan
while Jim’s eyes were closed. “Uh. I just didn’t want to wake her up.” “Likely story.” Amy said. “Ok. everyone up. It’s a wonderful
day out!” Megan looked embarrassed. “Um. Amy, ” She said slowly.
“I’m not wearing anything. You guys will have to turn away
so I can get dressed.” “No problem.” Amy pounced on Jim, pinning him with her
body, making sure to keep the covers between them, but rubbing
just enough to aggravate Jim’s condition. She turned Jim’s
face toward the back of the tent and whispered in his ear.
“Did you miss me honey?” Jim tried to turn to answer, but Amy wouldn’t let him. She
watched Megan slip from beneath the covers and slowly begin
pulling her clothing on. She wiggled a bit against Jim’s
stiffness under the covers, trying to relieve some of the
tensions in her own body. The morning sun cascading on Megan’s
naked body did nothing to make things easier. Jim whispered. “You aren’t going to make it through the
weekend you know.” Amy, watching Megan pull her bra on and carefully adjusting
her breasts within them, was convinced he was right. With
this kind of tension, there was no way she was gonna wait
that long. Jim continued “I am going to find a way to get you this weekend.
One way or another. Even if I have to give Megan lessons.”
Amy licked Jim’s ear, breathing in the scent of him, as
Megan sat opposite her, pulling panties up long legs much
slower than was really necessary. “I’ll bet you’d like
to give Megan lessons.” She whispered. Jim coloured, but blustered on. “Well, maybe she’ll take
a nap or something, and then I can nail you.” Megan piped up with her jeans now on, and her back turned,
buttoning her shirt. “I don’t take naps.” Without missing a beat, Jim responded. “Then I’ll just
have to run into town and get you a notepad then.” “Ooo, kinky.” Megan turned back to face them, fully dressed.
“I like that idea.” Amy and Megan made their way out of the tent. Jim exited
a few moments thereafter with his clothes in hand. Amy sidled
up to Jim, and gave him a long deep, kiss, running her hands
down his bare chest and to his sweats. She paused for a moment,
gripping his member through his sweats and whispered to
him. “Problem, honey?” “Wait until I get you alone, and I’ll show you a problem.”
Jim muttered. Amy winked at Megan before letting go of Jim, making sure
that she got a good view of what Amy was holding. Jim made
his way to the restroom, and vanished inside. Megan watched him wander back, a few moments later, now
in his customary jeans. He slung a towel over his shoulder,
the sun glistening off his wet hair and dripping down his
bare chest. Megan imagined for a moment licking the water
from his chest. She looked over at Amy, who was also watching.
“I always enjoy this time of the morning. But watching
him drip makes ME wet enough to drip.” Amy sighed, and glanced
back at Megan. “He doesn’t have a clue though.” Jim sat down next to Amy for breakfast. She ran her hand
up his thigh underneath the table where Megan wouldn’t
see, and leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Looks like
you didn’t quite take care of that.”

“Okay Jim.” Amy handed Jim the fishing pole and bait. “Bring
me back some trout for dinner.” Jim took the pole in hand, “No one wants to come with me?
What are you all going to do.” Amy gestured at the campsite. “Dishes, cleaning up the
trash, getting the rest of the food ready for later on this
evening, and then, hopefully, maybe I’ll get a chance to
read.” “And you?” Jim glanced hopefully at Megan. Megan shook her head. “I think I’ll stay here and help out.
Y’know, that woman-bonding thing.” She smiled at Amy.
“Besides, Jim. You don’t think I’m going to let you alone
with another woman, do you?” She leaned up and kissed Jim
goodbye, letting her hand trail down his jeans meaningfully.
“Especially not in your present condition.” She whispered
in his ear. “Oh you-. I’ll get you for this.” Jim spluttered, but took
off. Megan came over and stood beside Amy, reaching over to
caress her back surreptitiously, watching together as
Jim disappeared along the path to the river. “So, if we’re going to take the dishes down to the river
to clean them, how about we bring the suntan lotion and we
can tan while they dry. We have some time to ourselves now.”
Amy crossed her fingers that Megan would go for it. Jim wasn’t
the only one who’d enjoy seeing Megan in a swimsuit. “Sure. Sounds good.” Megan disappeared into the tent,
and reappeared shortly in very short denim shorts and a
slim, coral bikini top that accented everything perfectly.
Amy gazed slowly up Megan’s long legs, and the tightly
fitting denim shorts. She took her time traveling the soft
expanse of her tummy, along the lines of her ribs, and over
the curves of her breasts, just hidden behind the thin fabric
of the bikini top. Her gaze travelled over Megan’s chest
and up her neck, like a soft caress, over soft lips that she
longed to kiss, until she finally met Megan’s eyes. Eternity
passed in a moment, and she finally had to break the gaze.
“Umm, I better go change.” She stepped into the tent, and
realized how fast her heart was beating and exhaled the
breath she’d been unknowingly holding. Swiftly she stripped to nothing, and pulled on her own
short, tight jean shorts, enjoying the way the seam rubbed
againt her bare and extremely wet center. She slipped a
halter top over her bare chest, and stepped out, hoping
that Megan wouldn’t be watching, and yet, in a way, hoping
she would. Megan was watching. Just as she could almost feel Megan’s
body reacting under the force of her gaze, she could almost
feel Megan’s gaze slowly travelling over her body. The
soft caress of Megan’s glances teasing her thighs, and
then like the lightest of finger touches travelling upward,
until it paused at her lips. she pursed her lips against
Megan’s phantom fingers, closing her eyes, and when she
opened them again, she found Megan’s gaze trapped her own.
Millennium later, she broke off again. “We better gather
together the dishes.” She set off and picked up some dishes,
pausing now and again to enjoy Megan bending over to pick
something up in much the way an artist enjoys a Rembrandt.
They found a nice quiet spot at the river where the water
pooled and burbled. Aspen trees came down almost to the
water, leaving some sandy shore that angled slowly into
the clear water. The dishes quickly were cleaned and laid
aside with only a minimal amount of splashing. “Hey, look at that rock.” Megan pointed. Out near the center of the river, a large flat rock jutted
from the slow moving current. The afternoon sun shone down
on the tan surface, warming it. The angle left the lower
part in the river and placed it longways to the south, so
that the sun’s rays struck it straight on, leaving no shadows.
“Now, that’s a rock for tanning!” Amy struck out in the
moderately cold water. The pool quickly reached her waist,
and then the underside of her breasts. “BRRR!” She gasped.
Megan’s glance flicked down to Amy’s prominent nipples,
which were even more obvious in the thin halter top and the
cold water. She clambered up onto the rock and lay down to
watch Megan. Megan, being taller, didn’t get wet quite so far up, but
Amy noticed the cold had the same effect on Megan as it did
her. Megan popped up beside her and set the bag with the lotion
down on a flat spot. She gazed around for a moment. “This
is a wonderful spot!” Aspen trees lined the shores on both sides of the river,
thick green of the leaves not quite hiding the nearly white
trunks. Small fish frolicked in the clear water below,
and it was wide enough here that the sun would shine for hours.
Amy picked up the bottle of lotion, and motioned for Megan
to turn around. Almost trembling, she reached up and pulled
Megan’s long hair aside. “Wait a moment. I think we’re going
to need to get this out of the way. Do you mind if I braid it?”
“Not at all.” Amy hoped the brush was still in the bag of swimming stuff.
It was. She ran the brush through Megan’s hair slowly and
separated it with her fingers, purposely losing her place
a time or two, just to run her fingers through Megan’s hair.
She wished her hair were that long and naturally wavy. She
slowly wound Megan’s hair into a long braid falling to the
middle of her back, and then gently set it over her shoulder,
very tempted to lean in and softly kiss Megan’s neck. Now with Megan’s hair out of the way, she opened the bottle
of lotion and poured some in her hands, rubbing them together
to warm the lotion. “Just a sec.” Megan interrupted her. Amy’s breath caught as Megan reached up and undid the back
of her bikini top, and then the top strap, just before laying
face down on the rock. Amy regained her composure, and began to rub the lotion
onto Megan’s back. Her breath came harder with each stroke,
feeling the soft skin of Megan’s back. She massaged lightly
while rubbing the lotion in, feeling Megan’s muscles relax
under her touch. She rubbed the lotion down Megan’s legs, and finally,
with some regret, capped the bottle. With a little of the
daring she’d had while joking around in the relative safety
of the gas station, she leaned down and quickly kissed the
back of Megan’s neck. “All done.” Megan turned to gaze at Amy over her shoulder. “Not quite.
It’s your turn now.” She smiled slowly, and sat up, the friction
of the top strap of her bikini barely holding it in place.
The little bit the top half covered tantalyzed Amy more
than had the top stayed on the rock. Megan seemed completely
oblivious. Amy reluctantly turned her back to Megan, but reluctance
quickly turned to pleasure as Megan began by running her
fingers through Amy’s hair. Amy practically purred, as
stroke by stroke, Megan gently smoothed out the knots in
Amy’s hair before finally picking up the brush and repeating
the process. Amy closed her eyes and just relaxed, feeling
the warmth of the sun, and the tender touch of each stroke
as Megan separated Amy’s hair and twisted it together into
a braid that ran down to her shoulders. All too soon, Megan
announced that she was finished. Amy lay down on the warm rock, and listened to the gurgling
of the stream flowing gently around the rock. The whisper
of the wind through the leaves at the shore, and the sound
of Megan opening the lotion and warming it in her hands.
She could almost feel the heat of Megan’s hands just before
they touched her body, gently pulling her hair out of the
way and undoing the strap to her halter top, then caressing
lightly over her skin. Megan took her time, slowly rubbing
the lotion in in circles, down to Amy’s halter top, and then
rubbing just underneath it, to make sure that shifting
the top wouldn’t leave exposed skin. Amy sighed appreciatively, Megan’s hands rubbing the
lotion down her lower back, and again just inside her shorts.
Megan caressed Amy’s legs one by one, and Amy caught her
breath as Megan rubbed lotion up under the leg of her shorts,
one at a time, moving just far enough up to caress the rise
of her bottom. Amy shuddered as Megan’s last caress accidentally
brought her fingertips back out of Amy’s shorts a little
close her wetness. Amy thought she’d be perfectly content
if Megan had just kept right on caressing there. Amy felt Megan lean down to return the favor of kissing
her neck, and automatically turned to meet Megan’s lips
much as she did with Jim all the time. Megan’s lips softly
met Amy’s, and Amy lingered for a moment, eyes closed. She
pulled away quickly. “Oops. Sorry. I’m so used to Jim kissing
me on the side of the neck like that.” “No problem.” Megan said breathlessly, and lay down beside
Amy on the warm rock. Amy could feel Megan’s warmth, nearly as hot as the warmth
of the sun. Amy scooted over a bit, pretending to adjust
for comfort, and bringing herself side to side with Megan,
touching the length of her body. She turned her face sideways
and cradled her head on her arms, closing her eyes and listening
to the brook and the breeze, and Megan’s soft breathing
next to her, and dozed off into a pleasant daydream of caressing
Megan all over. She awakened after a while to her back being very warm from
the sun’s rays. Megan still lay side to side with her. “I
think we better turn over.” she awakened Megan. The sun
was lower in the west, and shadows lengthened over the one
riverbank. The breeze was still warm and wonderful over
them. Megan turned over sleepily, her loose top shifting on
her chest, but still not revealing anything. Amy lost herself
for a moment watching Megan stretch out on the rock, long
legs trailing down to the water, her arms above her head.
Eyes closed to the sun, and lips just parted enough to get
Amy’s blood pumping. Amy uncapped the lotion, and rubbed her hands together,
eagerly eyeing Megan lying in the sun. She gently placed
one hand on Megan’s shoulder and ran diagonally downward
to her chest, followed by the other hand, massaging the
lotion on in a hand-over-hand motion. She caressed gently
down the center of Megan’s chest, being careful to go under
the bikini top rather than remove it. Megan’s heart thudded
against her hand, and she could hear Megan’s breathing
get louder. She moved back up to the shoulder, and took another
trail down on the outside of Megan’s breast, massaging
it gently, but taking care not to touch the now-erect nipple.
Megan’s breathing grew ragged, as she repeated the process
for the second side. Now she took one of Megan’s arms in between her hands, and,
pulling Megan upright, placed Megan’s hand against her
chest, just above her breast. Megan’s warm hand burned
against her skin. She massaged slowly and gently down Megan’s
arm, caressing the lotion into the skin. She reached Megan’s
hand and massaged it carefully between her fingers, just
to massage it. Megan opened her eyes and gazed directly into Amy’s. Megan
took over and caressed Amy’s hand, then positioning Amy’s
hand so it was on her chest. Amy sighed, feeling Megan’s
warm, soft skin under her hand. Megan’s heart beating firmly.
Megan worked her way back to Amy’s chest, rubbing the lotion
in in an exact opposite to the way Amy had rubbed it into Megan.
It felt wonderful. Amy kept her eyes locked to Megan’s as
Megan massaged her chest, and her other arm. Amy took Megan’s leg into her lap, placing Megan’s foot
against her inner thigh right at the top. Megan wiggled
her toes delightfully, tickling her side. Amy started
at Megan’s foot, and massaged the lotion in, bit by bit,
working her way up her calf, tickling the back of her knee,
up to her thigh. She worked her fingers up under Megan’s shorts momentarily,
making sure that the lotion was far enough to insure no sun
would reach the skin, and then flicking her fingers just
a bit to one side to massage the extreme warmth of the outside
edges of Megan’s folds, and the very sensitive skin there,
before working her way back down. Megan groaned audibly
at a touch so close to the itch that needed scratching. Amy shuddered as Megan took her leg and repeated the same
procedure. Megan’s touch was so wonderful, it made Amy’s
legs tingle. Then white hot fire, as Megan’s fingers probed
around the outer edges of her wetness. Just for a second,
short enough to be accidental, but the look in her eyes said
otherwise. She did the same thing with Amy’s other leg, and then Amy
took her turn on Megan’s leg, and then set Megan’s leg outside
her own. Amy kept Megan’s warm gaze, and her hands on Amy’s
thighs were hot enough to burn. She drew closer and closer
to Megan’s face, lost in her eyes. Finally, she started
as her lips touched Megan’s soft lips. She kissed Megan
very softly, just brushing her lips against Megan’s at
first, and then lightly licking her lips with her tongue.
Megan returned the favor, her sweet tongue fencing lightly
with Amy’s, the tips just touching. Lips together in a feather
touch. Their breath mingling together and becoming as
one. They slowly reclined down onto the rock facing each other.
Amy felt as though she were in heaven. Megan kissed like
a dream. phantom lips followed by real lips, her warm tongue
just touching Amy’s and then gone again. Amy finally had
to pull back. Megan’s eyes were closed in bliss, and she lay on her back
in the sun. Amy lay on her back and just watched her, listening
to the birds, the breeze, the gurgling of the stream. The
crunching of bootsteps? “Jim!” She hissed at Megan. Megan winked, and quickly arranged her top so that it just
covered mostly everything, just a tiny bit of the darker
brown of her areola peaking out on one side, and then she
slipped into a sleeping pose. Amy did the same, her heart pounding. What if Jim had come
a bit sooner? Megan shifted a bit, laying her head on Amy’s
shoulder and one hand across her waist, just before they
could hear Jim come close enough to spot them. Amy quickly
closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, her heart pounding.
Water sloshed, and she heard Jim sneaking up behind her,
as he liked to do. A shadow passed over her, and then she felt
the touch of whiskers just before Jim’s lips touched hers
where Megan’s soft, sweet kisses had been moments earlier.
Amy’s thoughts whirled, and she had an idea. She cooed
softly as if in her sleep, and then ran her hand over Megan
as though she were Jim, caressing Megan’s chest and tummy.
She heard Megan’s sharp intake of breath as this time she
didn’t bother to avoid Megan’s nipple. Jim’s breath caught
too. Before her nerve failed her, she sleepily rolled over,
and continued the caress down Megan’s denim shorts, right
over her mound, and down the center seam, feeling the moisture
and heat there that had nothing to do with the heat of the
day and the river. Jim’s breathing got heavier, and she felt his breath when
he leaned down to kiss her on the neck, and whisper in her
ear. “Wake up honey. You’re pawing something exciting.”
Amy opened her eyes and quickly took her hand from Megan’s
body, as though surprised. “Oh! Sorry Megan. Sorry Jim.
I must have fallen asleep there. “ She grinned sheepishly.
Megan slipped off the rock and into the water before her
own arousal became obvious. Amy followed suit, taking
a moment to caress Jim’s shoulders as she slipped past him.
“No trout?” “I was, umm, distracted. Lots of female giggling, and a
serious itch that needs scratching.” He kissed Amy softly.
“How about I take you into town for some dinner?” “Oh. All right.” Amy still wished he’d taken a bit more
time attempting to fish, but the setting sun showed he’d
been out there quite a while. “I don’t suppose I could take you by yourself and then
you on the way back, could I?” Jim squeezed Amy’s well-rounded
posterior. “No! What would Megan eat?” “You?” Jim leered back without missing a beat. “Just kidding.
We’ll all go in. You know my favorite restaurant is here.”


After dinner, Amy wanted to stop at the little corner grocery
store. “I need to pick up some breakfast items for tomorrow.
You two stay right here.” “Hey. I thought you didn’t want to leave me alone with another
woman?” Jim piped up. “You’ll be in the car. In a public parking lot. How much
trouble do you think you can get into?” Amy replied. Megan leered and Amy winked back at her. Megan sighed.
“Don’t take too long. He does look delicious, y’know, and
I skipped dessert.” “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Amy replied and bounced
off. Megan and Jim both watched her go. Megan spoke first. “Nice ass.” Jim looked askance at Megan. “Nice of you to notice. I happen
to be very fond of nice ass-ets.” Megan turned around and presented hers. “And what do you
think of this one.” Jim wasn’t sure what to say, but figured Megan was just
joking around so he ventured. “Looks pretty well-rounded
from here. Nicely built, just the right mixture of muscle
and softness.” He eyed the way her short denim shorts cupped
her rear. She bent her back to accentuate it even further,
and it became obvious to him that she wasn’t wearing any
underwear. “Oh my.” He breathed, musing aloud. “It looks very touchable.
Caressable. Squeezable. Delicious even.” He breathed
in harder. In the enclosed car, she was close enough he could
smell the musky scent of her wetness. The angle provided
him a view of the damp edges of her shorts, and soft velvety
skin stretching in a perfect curve. Megan looked back over her shoulder at him, enjoying the
obvious attention he was paying to detail. “Squeezable,
eh? Maybe you should test that theory?” Jim paused for a moment, almost reaching out. Megan leaned
back on her knees, bringing herself closer to him, the scent
in the car driving him crazy after two nights of deprivation.
With a visible effort, he pulled his hand back. “I’d love
to test that theory. In the interest of science of course.
But I’m afraid I can’t. Unfortunately, these hands are
limited to squeezing Amy’s ass.” Megan met his eyes over her shoulder, and then slowly reached
down between her legs, running her fingertips softly up
her thighs, and then pressing against the center seam of
her jeans, following it down slowly with one finger. She
flicked her eyes downward, meaningfully. Jim watched
where she indicated, and to her satisfaction, his eyes
stayed glued to her finger. Even more to her satisfaction
was the feeling her finger gave her as she rubbed up and down
her aching mound. “You sure I can’t change your mind?” She breathed heavily, knowing she had his undivided attention.
Warmth spread through her, and she began to lose herself
in her own touch. Vaguely, she noted him saying. “With regret,
I’ll have to pass. Great show though. Amy’s in more trouble
than she can imagine, and she can blame you for it.” Megan imagined Amy’s tongue at her lips, reaching back
over her, and caressing her fingers across her back. She
imagined her finger was Jim’s tongue, and was soon sliding
it under her shorts. She could hear Jim’s breathing getting
louder in the car, and she let his imaginary tongue lick
faster to match, slowly building the waves within her.
Suddenly, she was bathed in light as the car door opened.
She froze. Amy got into the car nonchalantly, and slung
a bag with fruit, Pop-Tarts, and drinks into the back seat.
Jim looked up, somewhat red in the face. Megan slowly sat
down. Amy glanced into the back seat. “Very nice. I see you
kept occupied. Did I come back too soon?” Megan muttered something unintelligible, and stuck
her sweet smelling fingers into her mouth. She waited until
Jim was concentrating on the road going out of town, and
under cover of the darkness, slipped her hand over Amy’s
shoulder and brushed Amy’s lips with the same fingers.
She tingled as Amy sucked on each finger individually.
“Don’t tire out before we get back to camp.” Amy whispered
over her shoulder. Jim seemed very silent. She pulled back and spent the rest of the trip leisurely
running her fingers under her shorts.

“I don’t think we can sit outside tonight.” Amy said, her
hair blowing in the wind. “Why don’t we go inside and play
cards for a while before turning in. Feel like some rummy,
Jim? Megan?” Jim made his way to the restroom to change into his sweats,
and Megan and Amy took their turns inside the tent to change.
Amy enjoyed the way Megan looked in Jim’s button-up shirt
almost as much as she enjoyed the way Jim looked in it. Inside the tent, the Coleman electric lantern cast a warm
glow over everything. The wind rapped the sides of the tent,
but not hard enough to worry about it getting blown over.
Amy bustled about in the backpack, looking for the cards.
Jim gathered together one of the covers for Megan to wrap
herself in, and got one for himself and Amy. Looking at the
way Megan was sitting crosslegged with only his shirt on,
the tails hanging down between her legs, just hiding the
interesting bits he’d been so close to in the car, he almost
regretted his decision. Amy turned back, a deck of cards in her hand, and wrapped
up in the cover with Jim. She looked a tad embarrassed. “These
are the only cards I could find that had a full deck. Do you
mind?” She held out the deck to Megan. Megan glanced at the red
and blue back to the cards, a sillhouette depicting a pair
of lovers in the throes of passion. Megan raised an eyebrow. “These look interesting.” Amy fidgeted. “Just ignore the directions. Other than
that, they’re regular playing cards.” Megan turned over one of the cards. The blue instruction
read: “Kiss partner all over as they remove one article.”
The red instruction said: “Have partner lick and suck one
body part you choose.” “I don’t know. It kind of looks like fun. What determines
which instruction is used?” Jim piped up. “The blue instructions are while the players
are both clothed. The red instructions are after the clothing
is gone.” “Hmm. Very interesting.” She winked at Amy. “Maybe we
should play a hand with the blue instructions. They seem
pretty safe, and we are all under covers.” Amy nodded. “Ok with me.” She surreptitiously grinned
at Megan. Jim thought about it for a moment, “I dunno. If this cover
should slip, I’d hate to scare you away.” Amy tickled Jim. “I’ve seen it all, and it’s not that scary.”
Megan leaned forward hopefully. “Are you planning on
letting it slip? Please, please, please?” “Nope.” Jim said. “I think it’d be better if you didn’t
have to see that.” Megan looked disappointed. Amy shuffled and dealt out the cards for rummy. “How are
we going to run this. We usually do this with two players,
not three.” “One of three ways#x201D; Jim said. “The winner can pick the
next card from the deck, and use a different card for each
of the other two players, one card for both of the other two,
or we can have the winner have to choose a victim. Which do
you think?” “I think we should go with one card, two victims.” Amy said.
Jim looked thoughtful. “That brings up another point.
Since we have two victims, do they have to perform on each
other, or on the winner? And if on the winner, simultaneously,
or separately?” Megan grinned broadly. “I think that should be the winner’s
perrogative, based on which card he or she chooses.” Jim and Amy agreed. “So it’s settled then.” Megan examined her cards. The first round went quickly,
with Jim managing to go out early, sticking Amy and Megan
with some high points. “Hmm.. You know, in the red instructions, we always had
to put a two minute cap on the time. Good thing we don’t have
to measure that.” Amy grinned back. “I have a timer in the camping gear, and
you know we brought all the camping gear.” Jim flipped the next card. The blue instruction read:
“Have partner describe the ideal place to make love.” “Ok, you two. Separately, of course.” Megan and Amy looked at each other for a moment. Amy immediately
said. “On the rocks in the middle of a river.” Megan didn’t miss a beat. “Exactly.” They giggled. Jim looked puzzled, “Sounds like you two were doing some
serious dreaming out on those rocks.” “You could say that.” Amy kissed Jim softly. Jim dealt out the next hand. Amy won this one. The card read:
“Fondle partner through clothes and caress them.” Jim took a deep breath, but was looking forward to having
Amy fondle and caress him. He’d been waiting for this all
weekend. Even if Megan did get to take notes. “Safe, huh?”
Amy grinned wickedly. “Hmm. And we did agree that it was
the winner’s choice as to who did what to whom. I think that
the two of you need to follow the instructions.” Jim gulped and looked at Megan, who for her part was eyeing
Jim eagerly. Amy leaned back with a satisfied smile on her
face. “I’ll time you directly this time, but I think I’ll
have to get the timer out for these kinds of cards too. Well?
Are you two just going to sit there?” Jim thought Amy must be kidding, but Megan slipped out
from under the covers and wandered over to run her hands
over him. He felt so good under her fingers. She ran her hands
over the fur of his bare chest, pausing to caress his nipples.
She shuddered as he tentatively ran one hand over her back,
and then more boldly down over her bottom. “I guess you finally
get a chance to test it for squeezability, eh?” Jim didn’t answer, his only response being to squeeze
her derriere, before resuming letting his fingers travel
very lightly over her bare skin. She resumed caresses in
big circles over his chest, enjoying the luxuriant feel
of his soft fur. She kept going downward, over his tummy,
and to the waistband of his sweats, letting the tips of her
fingers creep under them. “Uh uh.” Amy piped up, watching closely, her heart racing.
“The card says ‘through clothes’ not ‘under clothes.’”
Megan caressed down Jim’s sweats on the outside, still
able to feel how furry he was under them. She finally reached
the bulge she’d been curious about all weekend, and stroked
it softly. Jim stiffened, both in her hands and all over
at this touch. Megan felt Amy’s breath at her shoulder as
she leaned in closer to watch Jim’s reaction. Jim’s hand convulsed momentarily on her side, and then
caressed jerkily upwards, his fingers tickling lightly
over the outside of her breast. All too soon, Amy said. “Time’s up!” She looked at Jim’s red face and kissed him. “You didn’t
enjoy that?” Jim tried to figure the right answer to that, and decided
to be honest. “That was very nice. Although, now I have somewhat
of an issue here.” He looked down to where Megan still hadn’t
let go of his member through his sweats. Amy reached down and put her hand over Megan’s, and guided
her to stroking him the way she knew he liked it. “And a nice
issue it is. But it’s time for the next round.” She settled
back, removing her hand from Megan’s, and Megan went back
to her place, “accidentally” exposing some of what Jim
had just been touching as she wrapped back in the covers
again. Megan shuffled the cards for the next round and dealt out.
“Sheesh! I shuffled this round poorly.” “Seems fine from where I’m sitting.” Amy said a few turns
later, placing her last card down and winning the round.
The card on the deck read: “Remove one article from partner
how they want you to.” Amy eyed both of them, and stated. “This time, I think I’m
going to be the one involved. You two had too much fun last
time. I’ll do it one at a time. Starting with...” She looked
at Megan, who imperceptably nodded at Jim. “You, Jim.”
Jim looked embarrassed. “But I’m still kind of, well,
obvious from the last round.” “Exactly!” Amy said. “Now, I get to take those sweats off.
How do you want me to do it?” Jim thought for a moment. “Um. Ok. I want you to caress them
off slowly with your hands, while kissing me, and pressing
up close to me. I’ve been missing that warm body.” Jim maneuvered so that Amy would have to be between him
and Megan, still a little shy about revealing himself to
someone else. Amy wrapped her arms around him and kissed
him deeply, her tongue darting into his mouth. She pressed
close against him, the warmth spreading through her like
fire as she pressed his hard manhood against her tummy.
She wiggled a bit, and caressed slowly down his back, enjoying
the feel of his fur under her fingers. She slid her hands down into his sweats, and slowly began
moving them downward. She could feel Jim’s heart beat against
her own, and his breathing grew deeper in his kiss. She took
advantage of the distraction to turn slowly around so that
she could see Megan, and Megan could see the way she was pressed
up against him. The sweats dropped to the floor, leaving
Amy’s tummy as the only thing hiding Jim’s member from Megan.
She licked his lips softly, and then swiftly backed away
before he could react. “Nice view?” She asked Megan. “Oh yeah!” Megan responded. Jim coloured and sat down under the covers really quickly.
Amy slowly approached Megan until she was inches away
from her face. She could feel the heat of Megan’s body, and
smell the sweet scent of her natural perfume. Her own fires
were already burning inside from the stiff closeness of
Jim, and Megan’s closeness only set them raging further.
“So, how would you like me to take off your shirt?” She asked
softly. Megan couldn’t speak for a moment, just gazing back and
forth between Amy standing so close, and Jim under the covers,
but still obviously aroused. “You should begin by kissing
me, and then unbutton and slip the shirt off. With no hands.”
Amy smiled. “I like that one.” Amy leaned in close, and just brushed her lips with Megan’s,
very gently feeling her, matching her. Slowly parting
her lips, just as Megan parted hers so they moved together.
She licked softly over Megan’s lips, and Megan met her tongue,
tip to tip, before probing into her mouth. They fenced this
way for several moments, before the sound of Jim shifting
under the covers broke them away. Amy left a trail of soft, feathery kisses down Megan’s
neck, taking the time to breathe in the scent of her hair.
She finally reached the first button, well down Megan’s
cleavage, and she carefully undid it with her teeth and
tongue, kissing Megan’s chest as it came open. She repeated
that for the next ones, always kissing Megan’s skin after
she opened the shirt, feeling Megan shudder with each kiss.
She nuzzled Megan’s chest with her cheekbone, just below
the breasts, letting them ride against her face as she pulled
the shirt aside by going underneath it. Still pressing
her face against Megan’s body, she used her cheek to lift
Megan’s breasts, and caress them softly as she moved up
under the shirt to slip it off Megan’s shoulders. She turned back to glance at Jim as Megan’s shirt dropped
to the floor and she stood there like a nude Michelangelo
sculpture. Jim’s mouth was open, and he sat there, allowing
the covers to slip from his shoulder to the floor. “Wow.” Was all he said. Amy turned back and kissed Megan softly again before going
back to the covers with Jim. She stroked Jim’s member for
a moment as she sat down. “I think everyone’s ready to move
to the red instructions now?” She directed the question
mostly at Jim. Jim sat grinning with a stunned expression on his face,
his normally mostly unflappable facade completely failed.
“Uh. Yeah. Definitely.” It was Amy’s turn to deal the cards again, so she began shuffling.
“Hey. Wait a minute.” Jim caressed Amy’s shoulder through
her pajama shirt. “You’re still dressed.” “Yep. I won that round. I’ll get undressed when I feel like
it.” She dealt the cards out and waited till the other two were
concentrating on their cards, and then slipped her pajama
top off, baring her considerable breasts. Jim fumbled
the card he was drawing. She waited till Megan and Jim were
both watching, and then stood and slowly slipped her pajama
bottoms over her hips and down to the floor. She winked,
and then sat down again, so that Jim could continue his hand.
After a long hand, Jim laid out his cards, but Megan had the
most points and won. The next card drawn read: “Lie with partner. Kiss, feel,
and rub each other.” Amy set the timer, and Megan stretched out luxuriously.
“I think I want both of you at the same time for this one.”
Jim hung back, watching to see what Amy would do, and making
sure it was ok. Amy snuggled up on Megan’s left side, and
lightly ran her hand over the soft smoothness of Megan’s
body. After a moment, she noticed Jim still sitting in on
the other side of the tent in apparent awe, just watching
her. She caressed one of Megan’s breasts, proferring it
to him. “Well? Are you coming?” Jim looked puzzled for a half second before his usual wit
came back. “Not yet. Wouldn’t you rather I last all night?”
Amy leaned down and licked Megan’s nipple on the proffered
breast causing it to harden enticingly. “Ordinarily,
no. But with Megan here to take over for me, yes.” Jim wound up on the right side, and reached across, caressing
Amy’s arm, and hand, and then off onto Megan’s thigh, leaning
down to lick the nipple Amy held for him. Megan moaned as Amy joined Jim for a moment, their tongues
intertwining over her nipple as they kissed softly. She
sighed as Amy pulled away from her breast and Jim’s lips
and grinned at Jim and then her. Megan ran her fingers through Amy’s hair, and pulled her
into a long kiss, lightly touching her lips to Amy’s and
then running her tongue over Amy’s lips. Amy felt Megan’s
breath catch, and looked to see what Jim was doing. He’d
run his fingertips lightly over Megan’s smooth mound,
and down the inside of her thigh, carefully avoiding her
sensitive wet areas, despite her wiggling to try and get
him there. Megan revelled in Amy’s soft kisses, and ran her fingers
more firmly through Amy’s hair as Amy left her lips and began
to suck softly in a trail down her neck. At the same time, Jim’s fingers still caressed over her
pelvic region, leaving little trails of tingles across
her smooth skin. She nearly jumped when his hot breath blew
on her ribs under her breast, followed instantly by the
wet of his mouth, as he sucked firmly there. She reached down and ran her fingers through his long,
curly hair, feeling the muscles in his neck and shoulders,
as he began leaving a trail across her rib cage and toward
Amy. She felt Amy’s warm breast against her own, and her nipple
hard against Amy’s nipple. She shuddered as Jim, to whom
this was obviously too much, took both nipples into his
mouth at the same time, and flicked his tongue over them.
She arched her back against Amy succulent breast and Jim’s
hot mouth, and then crashed down as the timer went off. She was about to get up, but Amy crawled up and delivered
one last soft kiss to her lips before joining Jim back across
the tent. Jim picked up the cards and shuffled next, spending a great
deal of time recomposing himself. Megan flicked her gaze
from Jim’s dextrous fingers to Amy’s full lips, both of
which were quite good at what they did. Jim dealt the cards, and after another long round, laid
his sets down. This time, he barely had enough points to
win. Amy glanced up. “He usually wins. I think he has the deck
marked or something.” “Don’t I wish. Although, you know, honey, I like it better
when you win.” Jim turned over the next card, which read:
“Blindfold your partner and run your tongue over their
body.” “Oh yeah! This is my favorite card.” Jim crowed. He eyed
Amy’s body, like a gourmet eyes a perfectly cooked pheasant
under glass. He’d always found Amy to be stunningly sexy,
and adding two dry days to that was enough to insure that
he was really going to enjoy this. Now all he had to do was
figure out how to keep the timer from being set. Amy was something
to be slowly savoured and enjoyed. Although, right now
he felt like getting to it quickly. Amy looked at him, “But honey, we didn’t bring the blindfold.”
Jim leered. “You don’t think I’ll let that stop me from
this, do you? We can use a shirt, or a blanket, or-.” Jim paused,
eyeing Megan for a moment. “Hmm. We do have another option.
One that I think you’ll enjoy. I would hate for Megan to get
lonely or feel left out while I was doing this. Megan, how
about you be the blindfold?” Amy squirmed for a moment, enjoying the way both Jim and
Megan watched her every move. “You sure you wouldn’t like
to take my place, Megan? Please?” “Is it that unpleasant?” “Well, no. But it’s very intense.” Amy wiggled a bit, as
though uncomfortable. “Sounds intriguing. Maybe next time it’ll be me. But this
time it’s your torture.” Megan thought for a moment. “Now
how shall I blindfold you?” “Don’t I get a say in that?” Amy asked, eyeing Megan’s luscious
body. “No!” Megan and Jim said together, eyeing Amy’s luscious
body. Megan got a wicked look across her face, and Amy knew she
was in trouble. Megan pushed Amy’s arms above her head,
and then straddled Amy, placing her aching, wet center
inches above Amy’s face. She lowered herself until the
smooth skin of her nether region was almost touching Amy.
Amy felt warmth flood through her at Megan’s sweet scent
so close. Megan leaned forward so that her tummy was also
inches from Amy’s face, her hands on Amy’s arms to hold her
down. “Is this close enough to blindfo-mmmmm.” Megan looked
over her shoulder to Jim, but then lost her breath as Amy,
unable to resist any longer took a taste. “Blindfold?”
Megan finished breathlessly. Jim had the look of a panther staring at a bowl of red meat.
“I think that’ll do nicely.” He said, watching Megan shudder
as Amy’s tongue darted lightly over Megan’s clitoris again.
Jim watched for a moment, noting that no one had remembered
the timer. Amy’s leg tingled as Jim finally brought his
tongue to bear on her thigh. She felt the hot trail of Jim’s
mini-kisses moving slowly up her thigh, and past the super
sensitive area of hips and lower tummy, carefully avoiding
her aching sex. She arched her back, and wriggled, trying
to get Jim’s tongue maneuvered to where she wanted it. She
knew Jim wanted it too, but obviously, he was going to make
her pay. She tried to concentrate on the heady scent of Megan’s
wetness over her face. She flicked her tongue gently over
Megan’s clitoris, feeling Megan shudder slightly with
each pass. The sweet taste of Megan’s juices ran down her
tongue and into her mouth like nectar from a honeysuckle.
She gave up wriggling as Jim moved up higher on

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WOW!!! When are you going to finish this story!!!!

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WHERE'S D REST OF IT?......

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We are going out to buy camping gear, first thing in the morning...after
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WE always did (LOVE) CAMPING!! lol would love to join you'all.
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Great story!!!! It's quite clear you like to tease....Hopefully,
you've written a "Part 2"

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