"You still wanna go?" Sarah asked me as she lay on the bed.
"Well we have paid for it, so may as well," I said, "We can always come back if it is shit."
"Yeah, true," Sarah said rolling over to face me, "I'll drive, bigger car to fit stuff into."
"Okay dokay, if you are sure?" I quizzed, as the stuff would fit into my car, but as she said, hers would be easier.
We had booked a camping long weekend, which was this weekend and the weather had not been that nice with lots of rain and high winds, although it forecast it would be much better from Saturday afternoon. We went camping quite a lot, we tried to go at least once a year, as we both liked the outdoors and who didn't like living in a field and forgetting the hustle and bustle of modern life. We had a four man tent, which was plenty big enough for us both and our stuff, fully loaded up, we have cooking stuff and fold out mattresses, the works, home from home as they say.
I am 20 years old, a touch over 5 foot tall with shoulder length brunette hair and blue eyes. I am petite in build weighing just 50kg. The down side with being so tiny is that my boobs follow suit, barely filling a B cup and being truthful are closer to an A. Sarah is also 20 years old, with blonde hair and adorable brown eyes which just draw you in as she looks at you. She is around 65kg, so hardly a heavy weight by any stretch of the imagination, but she has cute curves and fills a C cup bra easily. She is 6 inches taller than me at 5 and a half feet tall.
"You packed any make-up?" I asked Sarah.
"Erm, yeah," she replied.
"Can I use yours then, save me packing mine too?"
"Yeah, no probs," she said, "you packing your panties this time?"
"Ha, funny, yes I am," I quipped back.
During our first girlie holiday, I managed to pack everything I needed, except underwear. Absolutely no panties or bra's, so I spent the full week in bikini's during the day and in the evening usually no underwear at all as bikini's, as I found out, leave a massively obvious panty line.
The site was a good 3 or 4 hours drive, so I settled in for the long distance and found something good on the radio. Conversation ebbed between boys, music, karaoke and camping. We were both single in that neither of us had a boyfriend. Saying that however, we did experiment together and during dry stretches we have slept together in a more than 'just friend's' sort of situation. We had been friends for as long as I can remember and we had been through everything together.
The drive went fairly quickly and we were soon at the site. It was a lot busier than I was expecting considering the weather, although fine at the moment, it looked like it might piss down at any moment. We checked in and got told to go into the left field and camp anywhere, the usual rules of leave a fair distance between other tents for privacy and ease of walking around. We selected a spot and put the tent up quickly as we were used to it. We organised our porch area with a few things but left the majority of the stuff in the car, party for security, but also because it would stay drier.
We got our little camp stove thing going so we could cook dinner, plus it gave off nice heat as well.
"We on holiday yet?" Sarah asked.
"Yep, I believe we are," I answered, as I pulled up a camping chair and watched the river that was just a few metres away.
"Awesome, beer time then, we don't need the car do we?" she asked.
"Nope, pass me one too," I replied.
The afternoon disappeared with casual drinking and chattering. At around 7pm the sky was looking mean again, so we decided to go to the on-site pub for food and drinks. We selected a nice quiet corner and sat down. The food was typical pub food, it was okay, but we had both had better, the pub was just a room with a bar constructed out of cheap wood and various tables and chairs in it. It was nice enough, but very much hostel with a massive field that they had turned into a campsite.
Around 9pm a large group of lads came in who were rugby players on a weekend away. I assumed boozy, as they were all rather pissed. We could hear the rain outside was horrendous, coming down in torrents. The rugby players were noisy, but nice enough. They even bought us a drink, so no complaints by me. At 11pm the bar shut, but the owner joined the rugby players and cracked open one of their cans. We were offered one, but not being a fan of lager, so we retired to our tent. Or we would have done if it wasn't full of water.
Like idiots we had put it up facing uphill, so the water running down went into the tent, which was now extremely wet.
"Car?" I asked.
"In this rain? May as well sleep in a drum with that rain hitting the roof," Sarah said, "wonder if there are any beds in the hostel?"
"We can try," I said, opening the boot of the car and getting my PJ's out.
Sarah did the same and we went back to the hostel dripping wet through after only being outside for a few minutes. They all just looked at us with confused expressions.
"Tent is wet, any rooms left?" Sarah asked.
"Not rooms no," he said, "pretty full, there are probably spare beds in a couple of the rooms if that is okay?"
"Yeah fine," Sarah said, looking at me to make sure there were no complaints.
"K, will check," the owner said, jumping up and athletically hopping over the bar. "Just the one left unfortunately, you okay sharing a bed? They are quite big."
"Yeah that is fine," I said, glancing at Sarah to check she was okay with it.
"... and you are sharing with this lot..." he said quietly.
"As long as they promise to behave," Sarah said looking at them all.
"Always," one of them said, raising his glass.
"Room 8," the owner said. "Showers are down there," he added, as he chucked us a key.
"Any bed," one of the rugby players said. "We will just sleep wherever."
We went upstairs and found room 8, opening the door to be greeted by a messy room strewn with clothes, beer crates and various snacks. As it was fairly warm in the room we opened the windows and selected a top bunk bed before going back downstairs to shower and get ready for bed.
"You got PJs?" I asked.
"Just a t-shirt," she answered.
"Long?" I asked.
"Almost knee length," she said, "yours?"
"Bit shorter..." I said, holding it against me so she could see. It covered me up easily enough, but in a room full of blokes it wasn't really that long.
"Awesome," she said grinning at me, when she saw how short the shirt was.
"Wanna swap?" I asked smiling at her.
"Erm... no..." she said smiling back at me, "ya wearing panties though aren't you?" she asked.
"Yeah I am."
"Well then, not a thong are they?"
"No, they are just high legged ones."
"Be fine then, bet ya worn smaller bikini's before," she said, as she turned away from me and stripped to her panties before slipping the t-shirt on.
I watched her pick her wash bag up before finally going out of the door to the bathroom. She looked so cute wearing the t-shirt. Her long, slim toned legs, shown off by the shortness of the shirt, her t-shirt catching on her panties that were covering her firm bum. While she was gone I made sure the door was closed properly before quickly stripping to my panties and slipping my t-shirt on. The top showed enough of my chest to be suggestive and as I hadn't brought the shorts with me, it didn't take vastly drastic movements to show my panties off.
