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The dark waters reflected the moonlit night like liquid mirror, and Chelsea's glistening body dipping in and out of it made for a stellar sight. There was something very comforting in swimming naked, for her. The water embraced her, every nook and cranny, and with the rush of cold she would be comforted by the warm air above the pond.
Lying like that, she probably looked like a dead body to a passerby. She then thought of a person seeing her curves as she bends her legs and her tits thrash around with every butterfly stroke.
Just then, she felt like she saw someone. It was a retreating shape in the woods. Must be part of her group. She hoisted on shore via a rock and looked about. There was no one. She retreated to her starting spot. Her time was up, and she was a short distance away from the camp site.
Her group was in another pond, all 9 people camping and having a party. This retreat was a way for her and her boyfriend, John celebrating graduating college. She didn't want to be murdered by an insane local that she didn't know about.
Upon arriving at the starting spot, she panicked. Chelsea darted from one place to another, looking for that aqua colored bikini, or at least the badger that took them. They have to be in the dirt somewhere. She started thinking of men in masks that lurk in ponds, and a sexually gratified female. It had been a minute long search. She leaped back to the fire with amazons' legs; perhaps she could find something else back in the campsite. She felt great with the wind on her like that, but she had to put something on.
The sight of the tents excited her. She would put something on, and John wouldn't find out her secret. She rummaged the area around the campfire. No bag. John must've taken those when he went to the fishing place with his friends this afternoon, leaving her with her bikini until the morning. The one thing she could wear, gone. She scavenged out her friend's bag. It only had lotion and books in it. Everyone else had their bags with them at the other pond.
"Hey cutie," the guy walked into the warmth of the fire, holding his hand to it. She noticed he had just a small towel on, his turgid member tenting proudly. "Lovely night just got lovelier."
She covered herself with the bag, standing close to a tent. "Liam, what the fuck! Don't look."
Liam gentlemanly kept looking at the fire. "I'm sorry, I thought you were wearing a tan-colored bikini."
"I...I was skinny dipping. I do it from time to time."
"By yourself? That's a shame."
Liam was always a weird one cracking jokes in the crowd, but he was never this flirty with her. She guessed he was an unpredictable goofball.
"Yeah, believe me, I'm regretting it now. I need to find my bikini before the others get back. Me and John only have the open tent. I'd be completely exposed." Liam observed the see-through tent whose insides were eliminated by the fire light.
"Just sleep in a friend's tent." He scratched his butt through the small towel, revealing some of his ass-cheek to Chelsea. "Better yet, tell John about your little hobby. Take him out to the dock and strip. He'll love it."
"I already did." She walked over to a fold out chair and sat, keeping her legs as closed as possible. "He was angry. Told me he can't have a girlfriend prancing around naked. I'm in plain view."
"I see, this is a secret, then." Liam smiled.
"Don't fucking tell him! I will kill you."
"Alright, jees!" Liam threw his hands up in resignation.
