Carol had woken Sammy up by kicking her tent. She didn't want to go pee by herself, and Sammy's tent was conveniently placed within kicking distance.
Sammy, squinting in the harsh morning light, crawled out of her tent and grumbled something about having to pee too. So off they went.
Carol had wrapped a large sarong around herself, tying it behind her neck so that it fell around her like a loose dress. Her brown hair was piled on top of her head in a loose bun, strands of it falling across her face. Plastic flip-flops smacked happily against her heels as she walked to the porte-potty.
Having just emerged out of her tent, Sammy slipped on her furry boots, tied her curly blond hair in a loose ponytail, and headed out.
The boots and the elastic in her hair were her only bit of clothing.
Carol grinned at the curvy naked Sammy walking besides her.
"Good for you. I don't think I would have the guts," she told her, smiling.
"Give it a day. It feels fan-tas-tic!" said Sammy, stretching her arms up to get rid of the morning muscle aches.
Her breasts moved up with her arms, becoming perfect large round globes tipped with pale pink nipples.
A young man on a bicycle was passing by, caught sight of the naked Sammy and those perfect breasts, and nearly fell into a tent. He wobbled away, looking over his shoulder at her retreating ass, which happened to be just as round and perfect as her breasts.
The trip to the porte-potty was fairly short and pleasant. The air was still cool from the night, though the sun was bright and shining in the blue sky. They were walking along one of the broad and curving streets that had been set-up by the organizers of the festival. Tents, cars, RVs, and colorful home-made shade structures lined the street. Many campers had set themselves up with a gleeful desire to make their desert environment as vibrant as possible, planting pink flamingos, draping flags and colorful fabrics across poles and guide-lines, or even setting up entire living rooms, complete with couches and table lamps.
Carol and Sammy took it all in, laughing at the ridiculous decorations, waving to the few people who were awake. Their full bladders forced them to refuse an offer of pancakes.
Sammy, of course, was in heaven. At first she had been pleasantly nervous, her nipples tight as she stepped onto the street to start her walk. But she quickly relaxed, and was now completely comfortable in her naked state. Though every time she felt someone's eyes trace the curves of her body, or fall into the Y of her hips that led to her shaved little pussy, an electrical tingle shot through her body. She felt herself becoming moist. She wanted that feeling to continue forever, and decided there and then not to wear clothing for the rest of her trip.
Carol just watched and chuckled as every man they passed tried to unhinge his head in order watch her go by. But no one whistled or made comments. They just received smiles, from men and women alike.
And then they reached one of the line of porte-potties that was scattered throughout the campground. That was less pleasant, but the morning pee was a ritual that could not be ignored.
Feeling lighter and relaxed, they headed back to their camp.
Walking in the opposite direction revealed new sights they had not noticed before, because somehow that's how Burning Man works. At the street corner, they noticed a large red dome, with a scattering of other smaller domes and tents attached to it. A large sign was attached over the entrance, and in big letters were the words "Orgy Dome."
They both stopped and stared.
"You're kidding," said Carol.
A big rectangular tent, a carport really, was set-up in front of the dome itself. It seemed to serve as the antechamber, with bags and piles of clothes scattered around underneath it. People were obviously inside.
Carol stared wide-eyed at it. A slight tremor ran though her body.
"Wanna try it?" Asked Sammy.
Carol turned to her, her eyes wide with an excitement that almost scared her.
"Really?" She breathed.
"When the fuck are we going to have a chance to do something like this again?" exclaimed Sammy.
Carol stopped two young men who were walking by. They had noticed Sammy, and gladly stopped to talk.
"Do you guys know what that is?" asked Carol.
"That's the Orgy Dome," replied one of the guys, a skinny blond dressed only in a pair of shorts, his bronzed body hinting at a life spent on a beach or a surf board.
"Do you need tickets of anything? I mean, is it really, like..." stammered Carol.
"A dome where they have orgies? yeah. It's couples-only though. Otherwise I think you can just go in" he replied.
"Have you guys ever been in it? Is it cool?" Asked Sammy.
"No, we don't have girlfriends...why, are you interested?" asked the other guy, who sported a fizzy brown afro, and happened to be wearing a pink bathrobe.
"Yeah..." said Carol, almost under her breath.
"Like..now?" Asked the brown hair guy.
"You guys up for it?" asked Sammy.
The two guys exchanged a quick glance before looking at Carol and Sammy again. Sammy was glorious, curvy in the right way, her body full but still firm with the energy of youth. Carol, despite the sarong that covered her body, was obviously pretty and in shape, and the perky breasts that pushed against the thin fabric promised to be delightful.
