We managed to get up in time to catch the tail end of the evening meal. It seemed strange to be sitting across from Heather and Cassie again, twenty-four hours after meeting them, and be on such different terms of intimacy. All four of us were playing footsie under the table and exchanging delighted, sparkle-eyed, grins above it as we ate and talked. It felt wonderful. There was a joyous free and easy flow of affection and sexual play among us. Annie and I were somewhat concerned at first about how the other people in the camp would react to our unusual bond but Heather and Cassie assured us that these were very tolerant people regarding relationships and this proved to be true. Later, the only comments we heard simply reflected the fact that we were viewed as a quartet without any negative implications.
While we were eating, the low throbbing sound of drums began to emanate from the woods, some distance away. Cassie and Heather explained that dancing around a bonfire to the beat of drums was a regular feature of these gatherings. Annie and I were both less than feverous with enthusiasm but it was clear that our two companions were eagerly anticipating the event so we quickly finished eating and joined them in finding the path that led to the constant thumping beat that called to us out of the gathering dark. As we got closer I felt the sonorous pounding quickening my blood and deepening my breath, touching something buried within.
They'd neglected to mention that most of the dancers danced naked so it was a bit of a shock for me when the bonfire came into sight and we saw the flashing forms of a number of naked men and women circling around it, moving to the insistant pounding cadence of the handmade Native American style drums. Heather and Cassie pulled off their dresses as soon as we reached the circle of people watching the dancers. Annie wasn't far behind. I however, chose to remain with the other spectators.
Heather was the hairiest woman among them. I enjoyed watching her dance. She seemed to melt easily into the intoxicating rhythm, oblivious to the wild swinging of her breasts. I was enthralled by the shifting views of her hairiness revealed by the fire's wavering light.
Cassie was more sedate, less absorbed. I enjoyed watching her too. Her hairiness, I realized, was almost as extensive as Heather's but much lighter, more subtle. Annie, my darling wife, was her usual spritely self and danced with quick joyful leaps. I saw that the three of them maintained an awareness of each other through playful touches and glances.
After observing the variety of movements and soaking up the primal excitement of the drums I found the courage to shuck off my t-shirt and cut-offs and join the exultant throng. The three women quickly noticed my presence and each greeted me with a smile or pat. It was a new experience in a weekend crammed with fascinating new experiences. I would never have imagined how exhilarated I could feel dancing naked with a bunch of other naked people around a fire in the woods to the solid hammering pulse of drums.
We danced for almost six hours, taking occasional breaks to sit on the grass with the spectators and other weary dancers. Finally Cassie announced that she'd had enough. I was ready to go too but both Heather and Annie were caught up in the fever of the dance.
"You guys go back to the tent and we'll show up when we show up, okay?" Annie said.
So Cassie and I put on our clothes and fumbled our way along the pitch black path. "We should have brought flashlights," Cassie grumbled irritably, at one point. For the most part, however, we were silent. I sensed that she was absorbed in her own thoughts and I didn't feel much like talking myself. I felt physically tired and yet light-hearted. When we got back to the tent we lit the propane lantern only long enough to take off our clothes again and arrange the bedclothes. There was an inexplicable tension between us that nibbled at the back of my mind but didn't capture my full attention. I just assumed that something was bothering her. After seeing that she was settled I shut off the lantern and lay down a couple of feet away.
"Good night, Mark, " Cassie's voice said out of the darkness.
"Good night, Cassie," I said.
Just as I was balanced on the edge of consciousness, ready to tip over into sleep, I sensed her moving beside me. "Mark?"
"Hunghh, " I responded, swimming up through a series of muddled thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were asleep. It's alright. Never mind."
"I'm awake now, " I said, although that wasn't precisely true.
"I was just wondering...," she said, trailing off into a long pause.
"What is it Cassie?" I asked gently, my mind finally coming into focus.
"Mark, would you like to make love to me?" She said in one breath.
Tired as I was the aphrodisiac of a woman's expression of willingness had an effect. I turned toward her, stretching out my hand. She was lying on her side, facing me, and my hand touched the swell of her hip. "Yes, I would, " I said. Her hand reached under my arm and discovered my limp cock. "But it may take a little effort. I'm tired."
I leaned towards her and my lips nudged her face in the dark. In response she rolled over on her back. Then my lips covered hers. It was a soft, sweet, kiss. I ran my hand over her belly, enjoying the mossy feel of her hairiness, and then cupped her crotch. She opened her legs and her mouth grew warm. I gently pressed a finger into the delicate groove and felt her hips lift. I began kissing her earlobes and neck.
"Oh yeah, " she breathed, "I like that."
I moved down to find each of her sweet puffy nipples with my mouth. And then I moved her arm so I could push my nose into her pit.
"I'm pretty stinky from the dancing," she said apprehensively.
"I like it," I said, "you smell good. That's one of the things I like about hair. "
She laughed in disbelief. "Heather's right. You are a funny man."
"I just love loving women the way they are."
"Well, you're sweet. Annie's lucky. But you're still a funny man."
I continued to move down her body, rubbing my cheek on the soft hair of her belly and pussy, until I was crouching in the V of her spread legs. Settling on my stomach I began to shower the insides of her thighs with soft kisses. I'd start at her knee and work my way towards her pussy, pause, and then move down to her other knee.
"You're a goddamned tease," she said the second time I did this.
