Author's note: This is just the setup for Chapter One. Not a lot of lewdness or naughty bits. If you love plot, read on. If you want to skip right to the good stuff, head on over to Chapter One.
The four of them had hiked along the river for most of the day to reach the secluded campground beside a wide bend in the river. From there they would launch tubes the next day to float the rest of the way down to the cabin on the lake. Denise, their guide and a park ranger had parked a jeep with their food and supplies at the edge of the camp but had done little to set up the site other than to download some of the kit. A note on the steering wheel explained that she'd been called away unexpectedly.
By the time they had set up camp and got a fire going, the sun was swinging well into the West. The girls had finished arranging bedrolls and gear inside the tents and emerged wearing their swimsuits. Both were barefoot but carrying flip-flops for the walk back, and towels.
Both looked delicious.
The tan lines laid earlier by a much more modest suit accentuated Sam's new racy, translucent bikini. Wyatt's mouth watered and he felt his balls shiver as he took in the clear outline of her pert breasts cradled in the thin fabric, the thick areolae swelling underneath, and the camel toe that she unabashedly sported underneath the clinging fabric of her bikini bottom.
For her part, Claire looked equally stunning in her more modest suit; black boy shorts belted with a tie just under her pretty navel and an opaque sports-bra style top. Her larger breasts needed the support, Wyatt imagined. Against the creamy, lightly freckled glow of her fair skin, the black suit made a sexy contrast.
Wyatt's reverie was short but moving. He glanced quickly away as it was broken, afraid he'd been caught staring and just a little bit secretly hoping that he had been.
"Claire and I are going for a dip while you boys cook us dinner," Samantha informed them. "We need to wash all this sweat off after that hike you took us on this morning."
"Just holler when it's ready," Claire smiled, "I'm famished!"
Both women turned and strode towards the edge of the river, confident that the men were watching their shapely backsides. And they were.
"Damn," Hunter remarked appreciatively.
"Yeah. Damn," Wyatt agreed as they watched the girls tiptoe into the cool water.
"I can't wait to hit the rack," Hunter added quietly, as if afraid of being overheard.
"You and me both," Wyatt assured him.
"Let's get dinner going, then," Hunter suggested, adjusting himself in his hiking shorts.
Wyatt felt a similar urge to adjust. Seeing Sam and Claire in their swim attire had strongly aroused his interest as well.
