I don't mind camping. That's not to say I'll go out of my way to go on a camping trip. It's more of a case of me not kicking up too much of a fuss when my parents decide we're going camping for a while. (I have to make some sort of protest. I'm eighteen and it's just not the done thing to tamely do what your parents want.)
It was spring and we had a long weekend, what with the Monday being a public holiday, and the current weather and forecast was good, so my parents tossed me in the car along with the rest of the camping gear and away we went. We left immediately my father got home from work on the Friday, heading up into the hills.
Once we were up in the hills we found a secluded spot in the camping grounds and pitched our tents. By the time the camp was set up and we'd had dinner it was late (and dark) so we retired for the night.
I awoke with the birds and that was pretty early, I assure you. I decided that I'd take a short walk before breakfast, thinking that the exercise would do me good and whet my appetite. I strolled along to where a stream trickled through the woods, followed the stream for a short distance, finally coming across a large pool.
That pool looked quite deep and I could see small fish darting around in the waters. Even though it was early the day was showing signs that it would be hot and I made a mental note to get my bathing costume later and go for a swim.
I have no idea where the crazy thought came from. A little imp must have suggested it. Go in now, said the little voice. Test the waters. No bathers, I pointed out to the little voice. So what, it said. Do you see anyone else around? Have you seen anyone at all since you left your camp?
The voice had a point. The area seemed deserted, although that would change as more campers arrived. This might be my only chance to have a private swim. I looked around carefully and didn't see anyone and that pool was so very tempting. I stripped off and dived in.
I know, I know, it was a stupid thing to do. First, because someone might come, and second, because that water was freezing. I mean, like ice. It felt as though it was flowing straight from melted ice. Belatedly I realised that probably wasn't too far from the truth. The warmer weather was melting the snow higher up the mountain and this stream was the result. I bravely stood it for a couple of minutes. Jumping straight back out would have been like admitting defeat and I wasn't having that. Still, a swim across the pool and back was enough for me.
I scrambled out of the pool and headed over to my clothes. Wet or not I was getting dressed as fast as possible. I'd put on dry clothes back at the camp.
"You've got more guts that I have, girl," said this loud masculine voice. "You wouldn't catch me going into that pool before the sun's has a chance to warm it. What about you, Ron?"
"I'm with you, Don," came the reply in another male voice. "That water must be freezing. Look how the girl's nipples have puckered up."
"I'm looking, I'm looking. Nice figure she's got, don't you think?"
By this time I'd recovered from my heart attack and was looking around, desperately trying to hide myself behind my hands and not having much luck. My breasts are a little too big to hide that easily. This was the first time I'd regretted having such a nice bosom.
I was frantically looking around trying to see where these creeps were and I finally spotted them leaning back under a tree, some fishing gear on the ground next to them. Apparently they were going to fish in the pool.
What were they like? Well they were big and fat and ugly and old, with absolutely no semblance of good manners. That was what they were like.
OK, I'll admit that they were both very solid rather than fat, and they were probably on the right side of thirty, but the rest was plainly true.
"Go away," I raged at them. They laughed.
"Go away? Why would we go away? We just got here and the fish are waiting. Um, why are you waving your hands around like that? You're not exactly covering anything up, especially with bounteous breasts like those ones."
"Just go away. I want to get dressed."
"Well, get dressed. I'm not stopping you from getting dressed. Are you stopping her from getting dressed, Ron?"
"No. I'd like to but if she wants to it's her choice. Um, your clothes are just over there in case you were wondering."
Well, I knew that. It's where I'd put them. The trouble was that they were just a little too close to Ron and Don, and those are stupid names. What did I do now? I couldn't just stand there naked and cold. I had to get dressed. I edged closer to my clothes. Grab them and run? Silly idea. Then they might decide to chase me all the way back to our camp. My parents would be horrified. All I could do was get dressed fast.
That presented another problem. If I turned my back on them to get dressed I wouldn't know if they were sneaking up on me. If I got dressed facing them they might take it as a bit of a come on. I'd have to turn sideways so I could get dressed and keep an eye on them.
Blushing brightly I bent over to start picking up clothes. This was promptly greeted with applause and some unwanted comments.
"A very nice breast," one of them said when one breast slipped free of my arm while I was reaching down.
"Swings nicely, doesn't it," came the reply.
Great. They were a pair of sexist clowns. I scrambled into my clothes just as fast as I could and then I was out of there, hurrying back to the camp, pretending I'd never heard any of their disrespectful comments. Actually, their comments weren't disrespectful so much as unwanted. I knew I had a nice bottom. I didn't need them telling me so.
Back at the camp with my parents, dry clothes, and breakfast, I felt a lot better. If I saw those two again I would just treat them with ignore. That'd put them in their places. I settled down to enjoy the day with my parents.
At lunch time my father decided we should wander down to the small diner at the entrance to the camp. We headed off and wouldn't you know it - Ron and Don came strolling along the path from the opposite direction. I didn't deign to even look at them although they did exchange general greeting with my parents. It seemed to me that I could feel their eyes all over me until we were safely past and even then I wondered if they were watching me go. (Just in case they were I added a bit of a swish to my bottom as I went.)
"You've made some conquests, I see," observed my mother as we continued on our way.
"What do you mean?" I asked, all suspicious.
"Didn't you notice? Those two nice young men we just passed couldn't take their eyes off you. They might have said good morning to us but it was you they were watching."
"Really?" I said indifferently. "I hadn't noticed."
(Even if my nipples had puckered up for no known reason.)
After lunch I didn't bother going swimming. I sort of had this feeling that if I did I'd probably find Don/Ron there, fishing, and if I did I just knew they'd be looking at me and remembering. I decided to just explore the general area.
We'd camped in this place before so I found I knew most of the area. I did find one little side trail that I didn't remember so I just naturally wandered down it. (No, I wasn't afraid of getting lost. There were people and trails all over the place. It's not as though I was heading into wild bushland.)
The bush smelt of spring, fresh growth and flowers. Birds were singing, some tunefully and one sounding like a rusty gate creaking. Oddly enough, I knew that one. It would be a Great Tit. Not that I was likely to see it.
That little side trail finished up in a small glade and there were a couple of tents pitched there.
"Fuck," I said, most sincerely. Why? Because one of the Ron/Dons had emerged from one of the tents, meaning that the other one was probably in the other tent. The one that was in front of me, I'll call him Ron for the time being, was only wearing a pair of shorts and he looked might amused to see me there. What was worse than him standing there looking me over was that the front of his shorts was stirring, starting to bulge. I was out of there, and right now wouldn't be soon enough.
"Language," said Ron in what was, I suppose, meant to be a shocked voice, but it didn't hide the laughter.
"Fuck you," I said, spinning around and promptly crashing into the Ron/Don who was standing behind me, also dressed just in shorts.
"Now, now," Don said. "Be polite or daddy smack."
"You're not my father so fuck you, too," I snapped at him trying to push past him and head back down the trail.
I need to add to that big and solid part of my description. Muscular, strong, and fast, are the additional words required. Before I could get past Don (if that was his name) he'd scooped me up and had me tucked under one arm. I squealed and kicked and I don't think he even noticed.
He strolled over to his mate, taking me with him.
"I think a small lesson in manners wouldn't hurt, don't you, Ron?" he asked. (How about that. I got the names right.)
"When you're right, you're right," said Ron. "Still, she's only a little one so we can go easy. A spank apiece should do it."
"Sounds reasonable to me. Does it sound reasonable to you, Darlin'?"
"No. Put me down you oaf."
Instead of finding myself being put down I felt a pair of hands taking hold of the waistband of my yoga-pants. I'd thought yoga-pants were a nice compromise for some exploring. Now I was wishing I'd been wearing tight jeans that wouldn't peel off so easily. That rotten man just peeled both my yoga-pants and my panties down to my knees leaving me hopelessly exposed.
"Like I said this morning," said Don, "it's a nice bottom. Seems a pity to have to spank it."
"Truer words were never spoke," said Ron with a sigh. "Still, that won't stop us."
I was almost having a heart attack, seeing myself getting raped and buried in the bushes. Instead of that a whacking great hand bounced off my bottom. I gave a small scream which was greeted with a laugh and then another huge hand bounced off my other cheek and I screamed again.
"Oh, stop your squawking," said Ron. "It wasn't as though we were touching you here."
With that he started rubbing where he hadn't touched me. I was too shocked to say anything and my heart attack started up all over again. Don, damn him, just laughed and swung me onto my feet, which also had the side effect of dragging my mound very firmly along Ron's hand before it dropped away.
I was back-peddling, trying to get some distance between me and they were watching me with big smiles. I knew from the direction they were looking just what they were looking at and I hastily pulled up my panties and yoga-pants, giving them killer looks the entire time.
"Third time lucky, young lady," Ron called to me while I was steadily backing towards the trail.
