It was an activist "retreat." I wasn't even really part of the group anymore, having graduated from university, but I was doing some similar work so they invited me to tag along. It was mostly fun with a little bit of meeting thrown in so I decided, what the heck. Unfortunately, the balance of men to women was not what it should have been and by the third day of the retreat there were only two women and still six guys.
But, that wasn't going to stop us from having a good time. There was snow on the ground and we had a nice cabin with plenty of space. We spent a lot of time meeting and a hiked around a bit, but after night fell, something drew us outside.
We lit a fire, sang songs and talked for hours. All the while, a bottle of Jack Daniels was being passed around the circle and we were feeling the cold less and less and feeling our inhibitions even less than that. Being the eco-types it wasn't all that surprising when someone suggested that we all take off our clothes and "dance around the fire naked."
It didn't start immediately, but being interested in seeing what might happen, I said, OK, let's start with just one item of clothing each. Well, my efforts have seldom worked so well. Instantly, sweaters were on the ground and we started walking around in circles around the fire. Soon, everyone had their shirts off, while the women still had their bras on.
The two women were very different from each other. One was a college freshman, eager, nice, rather large tits and wonderfully naive. Her name was Beth. The other was someone older, mid-twenty's, also with large breasts, a great ass and a wonderful personality, Angela.