I woke up with a start. Checking my phone, I saw that it was already mid-afternoon. I had slept for almost four hours and awoke to the dull glow penetrating the thin walls of the tent. At some point, the ladies must have strung up a tapestry to separate our little sleeping area from the rest of the tent, creating a bit of privacy.
Sitting up, stretching the sleep from my limbs, I could hear the ladies talking animatedly, hidden from view somewhere on the other side of the tapestry.
“How does this look?” said Abby, from behind the tapestry. “Do you think it’s too much?”
“No, you look hot,” came Heather’s reply. “You’re gonna be the hottest bitch out there this weekend.”
“You think so? But you, girl, look at those titties! I wish I had tits like that.”
Heather’s laugh rang through the tent. “They are gonna be out and proud all weekend. I just can’t get over how incredible your ass looks.” Her words were punctuated by the smack of a hand against an ass, followed by a smatter of light laugher.
Just listening to the back-and-forth banter between the girls made my cock bulge. I closed my eyes and imagined the scene unfolding. Heather’s hands tracing the lines of Abby’s hips. Abby’s mouth tickling the curves of Heather’s bust. Frozen with indecision, I sat quietly as they continued.
“Looking like that, it won’t be long before you find some hot guy to climb all over,” said Heather.
“God, I hope so. I am going to need someone to keep me company because I am sure Brian will be all over you when he sees those tits,” came Abby’s reply.
“Oh, without a doubt. He can hardly control himself when I shove these girls in his face,” Heather said with a laugh. “With that ass and these tits, I am sure he’s going to be ready for action as soon as I give him the opportunity, and I am going to give him plenty of opportunities.”
“You think he’s going to be checking me out? I don’t want to make things weird…” started Abby.
“Of course, he will be eying you! You’re hot as fuck. I would be worried about him if he didn’t sneak a peek. In fact, you should definitely tease him a little bit. You know, shake your ass for him a little bit.”
Abby giggled. “I can do that. Help get him all worked up so he takes care of business when you get him back to camp tonight?”
“Exactly! Our powers combine and he won’t stand a chance.”
My jaw hung open as I sat up on the edge of the mattress. Listening to the ladies plot my seduction was almost too much for me to handle. I could feel the blood pumping in my ears, as the warmth flooding into my cheeks and the heat flowing into my loins. My cock was practically throbbing at the thought of where the night might lead.
Coughing, once or twice, I let out an exaggerated yawn to announce my presence. Standing, I crossed over to the tapestry and pulled it open, stepping into the central common area. A rug covered the floor of this middle part of the tent. There was an air couch inflated and flanked by a series of fold-out chairs. The side of the tent holding Abby’s bed was similarly obscured by a hanging tapestry. Clearly the ladies had made solid progress on setting up the campsite.
“Good morning, ladies. Looks good out here, y’all put in the work.” I called out, praising their efforts.
From behind the tapestry, their voices had dropped to a whisper, low enough to where I couldn’t make out the words. After a few moments of near silence, Heather’s voice rang out. “We will be out in just a second! Go check out the rest of the campsite and then we are going to give you a little fashion show.”
Smiling, I turned and stepped through the main flap of the entrance. “Of course, mi’lady. They say I am renowned for my ability to remain unbiased when judging the merits of modern fashion.”
“Shut up and go outside,” came the reply, along with a begrudging huff of laughter.
A ring of tapestries enveloped the campsite, enclosing their area with a semblance of privacy and seclusion. Heather had already run lights through the trees and snaked a lantern through the trees. When illuminated, it would cast down its light, chasing the darkness away. Off to one side, a side-less popup tent stood over a table bearing the cookware and cooking supplies. Nestled beneath the shelter of the tent, several more fold out chairs sat arranged to provide sheltered seating for meals. Bins of food and coolers of ice and drink were tucked under the table, protected from the elements.
There was a space in the middle of the campsite that would become the spot of their campfire. The ladies had cleared it off but had yet to dig a suitable pit to contain the flames. On the far side of the soon-to-be campfire, lay another spot which had been cleared and left empty for the arrival of Alex and her tent. Once she arrived, the campsite would truly be complete. A near perfect set up to house them for what was sure to be a weekend of fun.
“Well? What does the fashionista think about this?” came Heather’s voice, catching me by surprise.
I turned and saw both Heather and Abby standing in the doorway of the tent. Both wore fur coats from Heather’s ample collection. Abby’s was a vibrant pink that stopped right above her knees while Heather rocked a full-length white coat that nearly reached the ground.
I could just barely make out the outfits that lay beneath the faux fur, but it inflamed my passions. There was more bare skin than fabric peeking out from beneath the coats. “Uh, well, ya know,” I stammered, desperately willing words to flow from my mouth. “First impressions are positive.”
As if by prearranged signal, Abby pulled open her jacket. My mouth fell open as I beheld what was underneath. My eyes traveled up the fishnet stockings to the black, lace boy shorts that hugged her hips. She wore a tight, sultry black corset, edged with hot pink accents, that pushed her tits up provocatively toward her throat. While she was by no means busty, the corset did its job admirably.
“Now, that definitely makes a statement.” I began, trying to gather myself. “I think further inspection might be requi…” My voice died in my throat as Heather opened her coat.
She wore what looked to be an all-white set of lingerie. Thigh-high, sheer stockings connected by a garter belt to sexy set of panties that seemed to offer a decent amount of coverage. But, from the front, it was impossible to tell how her ass might look from behind. The matching bra worked to lift and shape her already ample breasts. They sat high on her chest, accentuating her cleavage. As my eyes traveled over her body, they were drawn to the thin piece of lace encircling her dainty neck. The choker sent a very clear message. In the past, she had only ever worn a choker when she was truly feeling naughty.
“Well done, ladies. Well done, indeed.” My eyes traveled from one to the other. They stood, smiling, watching my reaction. “Maybe a little spin? You know, so I can recognize you both from behind.” I continued, throwing in my best attempt at an innocent shrug.
Abby began to let her jacket slide from her shoulders, before Heather stopped her and replied, “Oh I think we will leave a little to the imagination for now. We appreciate your feedback, oh master of fashion. But you should probably go get yourself ready. The music will start soon and we are ready to dance.”
“Yes ma’am.” I answered, moving toward the tent. The ladies stood off to either side, allowing me to slide through. I leaned in to plant a quick kiss on Heather’s lips, her mouth teased open for the briefest of moments. Then, her body pressed against mine, tits smooshed into my chest. She moaned hungrily as her tongue drove into my mouth. One of her hands went instantly to my crotch, rubbing the thick bulge in my pants. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in tight. I grasped a fistful of her ass through the fabric of her jacket while the other reached up to grab her hair. Pulling her head back, I nibbled her ear and kissed the lines of her jaw and neck and collarbone, as her hand worked tirelessly through my pants on my throbbing member.
“This truly is a fashion show, huh?” called out Abby.
“Go. Get dressed,” Heather commanded, pushing me away, as she turned toward the tent drawing her jacket closed around her.
Loathe to leave, listening to my heartbeat pound in my ears and pulse in my cock, I stepped backwards a few steps into the tent. As Heather disappeared from view, my eyes shifted to Abby, still standing in the doorway. With her back to me, she slowly lifted the hem of her jacket, exposing her ass. The black boy-shorts framed her round ass perfectly. I watched as she shifted her weight back and forth, letting her ass bounce and jiggle a bit. Entranced by the sight, I had to tear my eyes from the sight of her shaking ass when I noticed her staring at me over her shoulder. As our eyes met, she gave a small smile and bent over slightly at the waist ensuring I got the best view possible of her bubble butt. Without warning, she dropped the hem of her coat, obscuring the wonderful sight of her backside, and stalking off out of view.
Standing in the middle of the tent, cock throbbing in between my legs, I gulped. “Dear god, give me strength,” I said, to no one in particular, before turning to dig my evening costume out of my bag.
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