Debbie enjoyed camping. She liked to get away from the city for the occasional weekend, going hiking and enjoying nature at its finest. She'd had the current weekend planned for weeks and she was going to go and enjoy herself.
Mind you, she felt some sympathy for Mary-Anne. Mary-Anne had been slated to be her partner on this particular occasion, but Mary-Anne had managed to break her ankle the day before they were to part. As far as Debbie was concerned she would sympathize and send Mary-Anne photos. She was not missing out even if she had to go by herself.
Debbie packed her car on Thursday night, taking it to work next morning. As soon as work was over she was she was out of there and heading for the hills. Sooner than that, in fact, as her relief had arrived early and Debbie had been allowed to go.
Arriving at the park early Debbie was able to find a nice spot to pitch her tent, away from the crowds that tended to gather in the main camping areas. She wasn't there to socialise but to have some alone time with nature. Finishing with the setting up of the tent Debbie relaxed on the grass next to it. Sitting there she could see the lake and she lay back, watching the water birds and trying to spot if any fish were leaping. She relaxed.
Adam had spent a tiring day helping his brother shift house. It seemed to him that he'd been lugging boxes back and forth and carrying furniture for hours. Actually, now that he thought of it, he had. It was time, he decided, for a little relaxation. He'd go and camp out for a couple of days.
Arriving at the camping ground he found a secluded corner and started to pitch his tent. He found he had an extra box in the back of his car. Checking the contents he guessed that the box belonged to his brother. He certainly didn't have a blow up sex-partner. A glance though the box told him more than he wanted to know. He shut the box and went on pitching his tent.
Camp set up Adam went for a stroll. He knew the lake was that-away so that-away was the direction he ambled. Cutting through the trees he came upon a tent in an area even more secluded than his. A nicely set up tent, he thought, as he strolled past. Pausing, he nodded thoughtfully. A very nicely set up young lady, he decided. She wasn't exactly dressed for camping, being clad in a short skirt and demure button up blouse. It looked as though she'd arrive here straight from work, set up her camp (very professionally) and then dozed off.
Adam's mind wandered back to that little box of his brother's things. A couple of objects he'd spotted came to mind. Reversing direction he headed back to the car to select a few items from the box.
Debbie woke to the sound of someone gently shaking her. Opening her eyes there was a young man sitting on the ground next to her, smiling. She smiled back instinctively and went to sit up. That was her first inkling that something was wrong.
Her arms were above her head. Understandable as she'd been lying back with her head resting on her hands. What wasn't so understandable was why they stayed there when she tried to sit up. Something seemed to be holding her wrists in place. Twisting her head she turned to look.
Around her right wrist was a pink fluffy handcuff, the other half of which was tied to a tent peg. A gentle tug of her left arm indicated that it was suffering from the same unusual condition. Not that it worried her. She'd put the pegs in and she could pull them out. Just not from the position she was in. She'd have to get closer to the pegs.
"Before you say anything," the young man said, "I also have this." He held up an odd looking object. "This is a ball gag. I can fit it onto you easily enough if you're thinking of screaming. You're not, are you?"
Not if it meant getting gagged, decided Debbie. She shook her head.
"What are you playing at?" she demanded.
"I think you'll be able to work it out. I'm Adam. You are?"
"Debbie. Let me loose and I'll forget about this."
Adam started undoing the buttons on her blouse, pulling it out from where it was neatly tucked into her skirt at the same time. Buttons undone he spread the lapels to either side, revealing a very nice bust enclosed in a lacy white bra.
"Excuse me," he murmured, slipping a hand under her to undo the catch of her bra. With that done he pushed both blouse and bra up along her arms, leaving her naked to the waist.
"Will you stop that? Go away and leave me alone," pleaded Debbie.
"Very nice breasts, you know," was the only answer she got, Adam's hands caressing them. She glared at the hands stroking her breasts, giving a little gasp when he pinched her nipples.
Debbie gasped again, protesting loudly when Adam's mouth descended upon her breast. He ran his mouth from one breast to the other, sucking and licking, his teeth rasping against her. Finally he raised his head and winked at her.
"This is all very nice," he told her, "but I'm sure you'd rather I kept moving on."
To her fury he calmly started undoing the catch and zipper of her skirt. Despite her kicking at him he drew it down and off, leaving her clad in a pair of panties. The fact that they were an old, frumpy, pair of panties only added to her fury. If her panties were going to be displayed to someone they should at least have been her sexy ones.
Adam shook his head sadly.
"I cannot believe that someone who was dressed as tastefully as you would be wearing something like these," he murmured. "Did you lose a bet? Fortunately they're not staying where they are so we needn't look at them."
Saying that he peeled her panties down, throwing them to the side with a disdainful shudder. Debbie contemplated ways of killing him. Never again, she decided, would she wear those particular panties.
Adam's hands now slid across Debbie's tummy, working down towards her mons. Debbie twisted about but there wasn't much she could do to shift those hands. They slid over her mons, sliding through the few curls she had retained, tangling in them and tugging on them slightly. Debbie politely explained that she would rather he not do that.
"Such language," gasped a shocked Adam. "If your mother could just hear you now."
