Susan was mildly irritated. Apparently she had missed all the fun. She was unclear as to what happened with Anne and Sarah, but Carol was going into details of her and Sammy's adventure.
They were all sitting in the scattered camping chairs that served as their living room/kitchen/shaded area. The naked Sammy was busy putting together some pancake batter over in the cramped kitchen corner, though she was participating in the retelling of the story by throwing in some comments from time to time.
Susan watched distractedly as Sammy stirred vigorously the pancake batter in a bowl. Each rotation of the large spoon in the bowl created a similar rotation in Sammy's breasts, sending them in wild colliding orbits while her pale pink nipples traced exotic vectors in the hot morning air.
Sammy served pancakes, and everyone had a fine morning oohing and giggling as Carol finished her tale. So fine that soon it was time to head out and explore some more. The girls put on more or less clothing, slapped on copious amounts of sunscreen, filled water bottles, and headed out.
The day was spent exploring the vast campground, poking into small domes and tents where people were hosting talks and performances. Some had set up bars, serving made-up cocktails with funny names. It was easy to get a good buzz going, one weird drink at a time. By mid-afternoon the Bonobo Girls were pleasantly drunk, bicycling down the avenues of the campground, swerving and whooping.
They found themselves in another home-made bar, a simple carport set up with a tiny counter, barely long enough for the volunteer bartender to stand behind. The place was a mix of tiki and the fevered dream of a shag aficionado, all purple striped pillows and black velour paintings of sexy girls, cool cats and snarling tigers. A small speaker bleated out electro-swing, giving the whole place a nice upbeat atmosphere. About a half-dozen people were lounging on pillows, resting and chatting.
All eyes turned to the girls as they dumped their bikes out front and wandered through the plush area to saddle up at the bar. There was only one stool, and Anne grabbed it, the other girls milling about.
Anne leaned forward, cup in hand, a big smile on her face. The bartender was a handsome middle aged man with an impressive handle-bar mustache, a top hat, and a vest over a "it was better next year" T-shirt. He smiled and tried not to leer at the ample cleavage Anne was displaying. It had been her trick all day, leaning forward, cup in hand, her breasts pushed together and almost popping out of the white tank top she had picked for the afternoon. A purple bra was trying to contain her large breasts, but mostly failing.
"Can I have a drink?" asked Anne.
"You can have whatever you want, as long as what you want is some of this," he answered, pouring a green liquid in Anne's cup.
"Thank you!" said Anne, smiling, holding his gaze a little longer than necessary. She was having fun flirting wantonly and indiscriminately, hitting on bartenders and patrons, passing bicyclists and even a stilt walker or two. She walked away, swinging her hips at him, knowing that the tight shorts she was wearing hid little of her ass.
Sammy and Carol crowded together, thrusting their cups at the bartender. From his point of view he saw two pretty and topless young women grinning at him. He took extra care to pour the green fluid into their cups, taking in Sammy's heavy, pink-tipped breasts and Carol's smaller but perkier ones, tipped with sharp brown nipples. He smiled and poured. When they pushed away, sipping their drink, he noticed that Carol was wearing a sarong wrapped around her waist, but that Sammy was naked except for her furry boots. He tried not to stare as Sammy walked away, her round ass swaying.
Susan was next, dressed in a tank top and bikini bottoms, a cowboy hat perched on her head. She smiled broadly as she handed her cup to the bartender. He poured as Susan started chatting with him.
By the time Sarah had her drink, the others had collapsed on a pile of pillows. Anne had already started flirting with a young man sitting next to her, the two of them laughing softly. The others were sitting, content, smiling. Sarah stood over them, dressed in a small black bikini that barely covered her fit body, a small and colorful piece of fabric wrapped around her waist. She had a fisherman's vest on as well, the kind with lots of pockets, which she had strategically cut so that all that remained were the straps and trims, forming a loose net of fabric that hid nothing. But it was practical, and held her lip balm. On her legs were a pair of ripped fishnet thigh-highs, giving her a look of a Mad Max extra.
Sammy stretched like a cat, fully aware that it made her breasts rise and move across her chest. All the men's eyes were on her as she did so. She made sure to open her legs a little bit, letting the smooth curves of her thighs lead those eyes to the smooth plump lips of her pussy.
Carol, sitting next to her, grinned.
The young man sitting next to Anne couldn't help but be distracted by the display. By now he seemed flustered, unable to decide if it was good to be so close to this group of beautiful and half naked women, or if he had suddenly found himself in a very dangerous situation. Anne certainly looked like she could eat him up in a single bite. He was young, in his twenties, wearing a pair of cut-off jeans shorts and nothing else, a bag slung over his shoulder. He was slender, his hair a messy tangle of brown curls.
"Should we keep going or do you guys want to rest?" asked Sarah.
"Depends. Where are we going?" Asked Carol.
"I think there's a place where we can get a mani-pedi not far from here," said Sarah.
"Really?"
"Well, you can get your feet washed or something. According to the map it's just two blocks down. Yeah?" Asked Sarah.
The girls roused themselves from their seated positions. Anne exchanged a last few words with her young man, smiling, stroking his chin. She gave him a quick peck on the lips. Sammy got up and, hands on her hips, stood in front of the two of them.
"Are you coming?" She asked Anne.
Anne looked up at the standing Sammy. From their seated position, they had a clear view up the long length of her legs, to her swelling hips that curved into the column of her waist. Sammy gazed at them from behind the rounded mountains of her heavy and naked breasts. But the young man's eyes were glued to the smooth and pink folds of her sex, the hood of her clit breaching the swell of her labia.
Anne grinned.
"I'm coming. Help me up," she said, extending her hand. Sammy braced herself and pulled Anne up, spreading her legs in doing so, letting the young man gaze deeper into her flowering sex.
Susan stared hungrily at the swelling lump in the young man's pants.
Sammy started to follow Anne towards their pile of bikes at the entrance of the little bar. Suddenly she paused, her back to the still-seated young man, and made a show of noticing her boot was unlaced. She bent at the waist and fixed her boot, her ass aimed squarely at the young man. From his vantage point he could see the globes of her ass part and, like a divine revelation, the petals of her sex peek through. The pink lips opened, a single drop of clear liquid held between the darker pink inner folds. In an instant Sammy was done and walking away, her hips swaying. The young man neither cared nor noticed that her boots did not have laces.
The lump in his pants had grown and lengthened, the tip of his cock threatening to poke out of the bottom of his cut off shorts.
