I was pleased and relieved as I worked on breaking down our camp and packing our gear. We were going home today and this humiliating trip was just about over.
I was relieved because my girlfriend, Donna, had agreed that she would not have any more sex with my friends. Donna seemed a little confused by my request to stop the sex with the other guys. With a perplexed look on her beautiful face, she said, "I thought you liked for me to show off in front of the guys and to be a little naughty for you."
I admitted that I had encouraged her to act naughty, but said, "I think it has gotten out of hand."
Donna shrugged and said, "Whatever you want, baby. I hope you are not mad at me. I was just trying to be sex for you."
I told her I was not mad.
I smiled at her and thought to myself how lucky I was to have a girlfriend as spectacular as Donna. I couldn't figure out how I had gotten so lucky.
My buddy Shawn and I were carrying buckets of water from the river to make sure the campfire was out. As we walked into the camp site, Shawn said, "Oh, my God!"
I followed his eyes and saw Donna standing over one of our bags that we had packed for the return trip. Donna was topless. It was a stunning sight to see. She was out in the open and a couple of the other guys were openly staring at her as she bent over to look into the bag.
Donna's breasts were almost too good to be true. They were huge, firm and heavy, but the rest of her was slender. You would swear they had to be fake if you did not see them bounce around and sway as she moved. I would often just stare at her perfect chest.
Now she was standing topless in the middle of the camp with my friends staring at her. She was wearing only some short jean cut-offs.
I thought she was through showing off on this trip. To make matters worse (or better), when she bent over to dig around in the bag, her boobs swayed and jiggled as she moved. My cock immediately got hard at the sight. I really did like her to show off her awesome body.
I was a little irritated that she was already naked in public after our talk that morning. I said, "Donna, what are you doing?"
She raised up causing her boobs to move around some more and said, "Trying to find my dry bathing suit. It is purple. Have you seen it?'
"No, but what are you doing out here topless?"
"Well, the tent isn't up anymore and I needed to change into my bathing suit." She looked around at the other guys and said, "Besides, these guys have all seen my boobs a lot this week. This is nothing they haven't already seen."
"I thought you were through being naughty on this trip," I said sounding more whiny that I intended.
Donna said, "I am not really being naughty. I am just trying to change."
Like always, I was incapable of getting mad at her.
In a few minutes, she found her bathing suit and changed in full view of the entire camp. The guy I could not stand, Ross, was smirking the entire time Donna was changing. One would think that an asshole could not smirk, but this one did.
The best part of going home was that I was hopeful that I would never have to lay eyes on Ross again for the rest of my life. Bringing him on this trip had been a mistake and I was ready to be rid of him.
I was moving away to go to graduate school. Ross was from the town where the college was located. I figured Ross would go from being a second-string loser in college to a local unemployed loser after I was gone. I could not imagine anyone hiring a conceited punk like Ross.
I really hoped that he would smart off once too many times and someone would take him out. He had already been punched out twice on the camping trip. Ross had the uncanny ability to cause me to have dreams of homicide.
We loaded the boats and started down the river. The river was full and moving well. We were a long way from the place where we rented the boats. But with the swift current and some paddling, we could make it in a day. During the last part of the trip we figured we would run into people taking short day trips down the river in canoes and tubes.
About two miles down the river, we stopped on a sand bar because we knew of a small country store about a half mile from the river. Shawn and I grabbed our wallets and hiked to the store to get bags of ice. Donna, Don, Dave and Ross stayed with the boats.
When we returned with the ice, all of my buddies and Donna were laughing about something. Donna had a sort of guilty look on her face.
Nobody would tell us why they were laughing, but I suspected that it had something to do with Donna acting naughty. I tried not to dwell on it and went on.
We iced down the beer and headed down the river. The first beer of the day a few minutes later tasted great. We had been drinking lukewarm beer for parts of the trip.
As we paddled down the river, I asked Donna what they were laughing about when Shawn and I returned with the ice.
Donna said , "Oh, it was no big deal."
"No, tell me about it," I insisted.
Donna finally gave in and said, "It was not a big deal. Ross asked me to give them all blow jobs, but I said I couldn't."
"Why was that funny?'
"Well, they talked me into taking off my top. They said it was the least I could do since they couldn't cum in my mouth. So, I did that. I didn't think you would care about them just seeing my boobies again. I am pretty sure that it turns you on when I show off."
I said, "I wasn't even there! Why don't we talk about these things before you do them."
Donna said, "I am sorry. You know I love you with all of my heart. We were just goofing around. I didn't let anyone put a dick in my mouth. I should get some credit for that!"
I just said, "Okay, Darling."
I wondered to myself how these conversations with Donna about sex always seemed to come out wrong for me. I always ended up feeling like I was being a prude when I wanted her to act like a faithful girlfriend.
I was planning to marry her in about a year and I was hoping we could return to a more normal relationship. She didn't seem to see anything wrong with sucking someone else's dick or letting some guy fuck her. Showing off her huge boobs had become routine on this trip. I alternated between worried and turned on.
We had a great day on the river. The water was clear and beautiful. Donna had more beers than usual. It was a real treat to have the beers cold again. Donna was tipsy after a relatively short time and she continued to drink. She usually did not have more than one or two drinks.
By the middle of the afternoon, we started to see other people going down the river. There were all types of people on the river, but on a summer weekend day, we mostly saw extremely drunk college aged kids.
My buddies, Shawn and Don, were ahead of us on the river. We had not seen them in a while when we saw them paddling up river toward us. They turned around when they reached the other boats in our group.
Don said, "We have been around this next bend watching these girls flash their tits! They are having a big party and the girls are wasted. We want to pull over and watch for a while."
Flashing tits on the river during the summer was a fairly common occurrence. It was a tradition of sorts. My buddies, Don and Dave were pretty excited about it and they talked us into stopping to watch for a while. Donna just laughed at them and didn't seem to mind. She said she had never seen a girl flash in public.
We continued down the river and pulled over to the bank across from the big party. Other boats were stopped too.
Before too long, a couple of college aged girls started showing us and everyone else their tits. One of the girls was pretty cute. Another had big boobs, but was a little overweight. Everyone was cheering and laughing as the girls took turns flashing. Eventually, about five girls briefly pulled up their bikini tops. The drunken crowd of about fifty people were yelling and shouting as the girls put on a show. Our group joined in the cheers from across the river.
Donna was lying on some of the sleeping bags in our canoe laughing and drinking. I did not realize how drunk she was until she said to our group, "If I could stand up, I would show those girls some tits!"
I assumed she was kidding, but Don took her seriously and jumped out of his canoe to hoist Donna out of her spot in the canoe. Donna stood in the shallow water at the edge of the river and smiled at Don. She looked a little dazed.
Donna looked at me and cupped her breasts as if to ask me if it was okay to flash her tits. I laughed and nodded. Don saw me approve and said, "Alright! This is going to be awesome!"