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.