"It's a deal," declared Jessica.
"Yeah, right." I responded. "You will chicken out or conveniently forget all about it."
"Nope, it's a promise. We will make each other come at our favorite viewing platform in the park."
"We're talking about two months from now."
"I won't forget."
"We'll see."
I was certainly looking forward to our camping trip. For years I had fantasized about that very spot. A beautiful lookout over a marsh that was filled with singing birds and an occasional elk herd. It was about 50 feet off the main trail and a favorite stop on our morning bike ride. A time to rest and finish our coffee.
I had once asked her to show me her boobs there and was met with a resounding "NO!" That was not the sort of thing she was into. "Too close to the trail," she claimed. On a few occasions I had talked her into fooling around at more remote places in the huge park, but over the years she had become less and less willing to indulge my fantasies.
Was this the time she would relent? I certainly hoped so.
While packing my clothes for the trip, I stashed a few things for Jessica that I knew she wouldn't think of taking. A couple of skirts, a pair of lightweight leggings, a sheer white button up shirt, some thong panties, a front clasp sheer bra and a small vibrator.
We arrived at our campsite and hooked up the trailer and set up our home for the next 5 days. We had plenty of time before the evening meal, so we hopped on our bicycles for a quick tour. About one mile into the ride, we arrived at the viewing platform. I turned off the main trail and parked my bike. She did the same. Since it was late afternoon, it was in the shade and the birds were quiet. We did hear a marsh wren or two, but couldn't spot them.
"I sure love this spot," I commented.
"Me too."
We shared sips from the water bottle and enjoyed the solitude.
Ten minutes later Jessica returned to our bikes. "We have time to check out the old fort."
We hopped on and pedaled to the fort. While there we enjoyed the swooping barn swallows for a few minutes and then rode back to our campsite.
It was now happy hour, so I mixed a gin and tonic for Jessica and vodka rocks with lime for me. I made hers a bit stronger than usual. The five hour drive to the campground and the bike ride combined to give Jess a quick buzz from the drink.
"Do you remember the deal we made a few months ago?"
"Hmmmmm?"
"The one about our morning viewing platform. I said you would either forget or chicken out. Do you remember now?"
"Vaguely..... Are you seriously thinking we should do that?"
"Heck yes! It will be fun."
"I think it's too risky."
"What's the risk?"
"Someone might see us."
"We will see them first."
"But we might not."
"Are you chickening out?"
"Hmmmm..."
"Told you so. I should have threatened you with consequences if you bailed on the deal."
"Consequences? Like what?"
"Well maybe if you reneged you would have to go commando for the rest of the camping trip."
"Like that will happen."
I decided to drop the subject. For now. Meanwhile, while she wasn't looking, I placed the items I had packed for her on the top of her clothes drawer.
After a lovely dinner - shrimp, rice, rose wine and kale salad, we sat by the fire and enjoyed the (thankfully) quiet campsite. As is our habit when we camp, we went inside shortly after dark. We like to sleep early and get up with the sun.
"What's this?" Jessica asked.
"Oh, I packed a few things that you had forgotten."
"Do you expect me to ride a bike in a skirt?"
"That's what the leggings are for. You will be fully covered."
"And the thong?"
"Well, I guess you won't need it with those leggings."
"You have really thought this through, haven't you?"
"Don't forget the front loader and the wispy top."
"You are perverted!"