As we do every Labor Day weekend, we headed north for a camping and canoeing trip with a group of friends. This year, however, we decided to go up a day early, as we had the time off work, and we thought it would be nice to relax a bit, alone, before everyone else showed up. We arrived at the campground Thursday afternoon and checked in to our regular campsite, which seemed huge with just our little tent, grill, and sun canopy set up. We took to arranging the rest of the campsite, moving picnic tables and making sure there was plenty of firewood for at least that evening and the next day -- until the rest of our rather large, and often unruly, group arrived. For the rest of the afternoon, we sat near the river, chatting, relaxing and having a few beers before making and enjoying a great steak dinner.
After dinner, we stowed the rest of our food and stoked the fire before deciding to take a walk around the fairly empty campground as the sun was setting. We each grabbed a couple beers before setting out, and we slowly strolled around the camp roads, sipping our beers and talking about nothing -- just enjoying the time alone together.
As it tends to happen, our conversation once again turned sexual, playfully flirting with each other and making subtle (and sometimes not-so-subtle) innuendos and crude jokes, at which we'd both laugh, loudly. We had been drinking fairly solidly for over 4 hours at this point and after we'd walked for a bit, I started to realize that we were both a bit buzzed. Our conversations became increasingly sexual, with me talking about some of my fantasies and joking with you about some of the guys sitting around a few of the campfires we passed.
You laughed, politely, and told me not to get my hopes up, as you grabbed my hand and pulled me in to a passionate kiss in the middle of the road. We continued on, hand-in-hand, still enjoying jokes and drinks -- just enjoying being together.
As we rounded the next bend in the road, we could hear before we saw, a few guys at the next campsite. When we neared their site, we could see they were up around one of the picnic tables playing beer pong. You had let go of my hand to light a smoke, when the first guy noticed us walking by. He whistled at you, and who could blame him? You looked amazing in your short, tight, jean shorts and form-fitting, bra-less, tank top. The next guy calls out for us to come over, and we quickly exchange a glance, then, both of us shrugging at each other, stroll over to their table.
The beer pong game was almost finished when we arrived, and the dominating team quickly sunk two shots in the remaining cups to finish the game. As there were an odd number of guys, one of them asks if you want to be his partner and take on the "champs." You look to me, and I shrug, so you accept, and the guys start lying out and filling the cups. "Ladies first" you're told as your partner hands you a ping-pong ball. Your first shot misses, as does your partner's, with both your opponents sinking their shots. You and your partner each grab a cup and "cheers" then quickly down your shots of beer. At this point, you realize you're beer is empty, and I offer you our last full bottle, telling you I'm going to run back to our site to grab some more. You realize that our site is across the campground and that I'm probably doing this to allow you to flirt with these guys while I'm gone. I ask if you want to come with me, or if there's anything else I should bring back. You tell me you're fine, and ask that I'm not gone all night -- to hurry back. I kiss you softly, but passionately, and wander off into the dark.
Almost immediately after I'm out of sight, the guys become quite flirtatious with you, with sexual comments from your opponents and the two defeated spectators and "accidental" brushes of your skin by your partner as he reaches for ping-pong balls, or beers. You slowly begin to realize that you're really enjoying all the attention from these guys and you can feel yourself becoming aroused. You wonder if they can see your nipples getting hard through your thin tank top. You regret wearing that, now -- you'd thought to dress semi-provocatively for me, not expecting to be around anyone else, much less alone with 5 obviously horny guys. At this point, you really start to look at the 5 guys around you, starting with your partner, as he, again, "accidentally" rubs against you reaching for a ball. He's not un-attractive, you decide. 5'10", maybe 190# with sandy brown, businesslike hair. He's not particularly handsome or attractive, either, though. Next, you look at the two guys who lost as we walked up. Neither is very good looking, and one is rather overweight. On top of that, they also seem to be the crudest of the group, with not-so-subtle comments and sometimes downright rude remarks. You then study your opponents. One is just over 6' and muscular, which you can see as he hasn't had a shirt on since we arrived, with dark, curly hair and the other is a few inches shorter, and not as muscular, but fit-looking, with shoulder-length brown hair.
The "champs" had made quick work of your game, which resulted in you downing another two beers quite quickly, in addition to the beer I'd left with you, which you realize is almost gone, as well. The guys pause their beer pong for a bit and you all take up seats around the fire -- well, almost all of you, as there are only 5 chairs and now there are 6 of you. The last man standing, shirtless-guy, stokes the fire, then disappears into his tent, returning with jeans and a t-shirt on. He comments that he noticed it's getting rather chilly out, while looking at you and winking. You're confused for a second, then look down and realize he's referring to your obviously hard nipples, accentuated even more so by the shadows from the fire. You chuckle, and nod your agreement, although you're wondering if it's really the cold, or your arousal that's got you "standing at attention."
The guys offer you another beer while you're waiting, which you gladly accept, and the flirting continues. The guys sitting on each side of you (your beer pong partner, and shorter of your opponents) have moved their chairs right next to you, using moves they believed to be subtle, but almost made you laugh aloud. Now that they were so close, it seemed they were touching you with almost every comment they made -- a hand brushing your arm, resting momentarily on your leg, tucking your hair behind your ear... anything to touch you, and you are loving the attention!
Unbeknownst to you, I had run all the way back to our campsite and sprinted back with several beers wrapped in a couple towels, in a backpack (to quiet the bottles as I ran and keep them from breaking) and I was standing in the shadows in one of the empty neighboring campsites, just getting situated close enough to see and hear, yet out of site, when your new friend made the comment about your nipples. I realized that I could actually see them protruding from where I stood, and I could only imagine how wet you were, as I could see you letting these guys touch you, and realizing that you weren't trying to make them stop, at all, and might actually been encouraging them by slightly parting your legs when a hand touched your thigh, or leaning in when one of them brushed your arm, but I knew there was no way you had any intention of taking on 5 guys, at once -- especially not really unattractive two.
At that point, you asked how far this site was from the bathrooms, as you were going to have to go, soon. Your partner quickly informed you that they were fairly close to the main bathrooms -- not the outhouses -- and that it was just a short walk through the woods. The trail would lead you right there. The guy that had been shirtless jokes that they just go down by the river, and laughs, but his partner shakes his head and offers to walk you there, at which point YOUR partner says he's headed there, anyhow -- he'll walk you there. I quietly slipped out of my hiding spot and into the darkness of the woods next to the trail, waiting for you, and curious to see what, if anything, would happen.
