Pumped in the Woods
M.L. Patricks
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Copyright 2013 M.L. Patricks
Warning: This story is for mature audiences
only; 18 years of age or older. It contains adult language, and
strong sexual content.
Author's note: All characters depicted in
this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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Dicey Affairs, Volume XXIII: Pumped in the
Woods
Me and four of my coworkers decided to go
camping in the mountains for the weekend. It was me, my buddy Ken,
and three girls from reception. We all met up at my place, and
carpooled together in my SUV to the campground. It took about to
drive to the national park where were camping. We were all thrilled
to get out of the city for a couple of days, and we were looking
forward to having a great time together.
The three girls were Allison, Chloe, and
Ariana. They were all recent college graduates, in their early
20's. Allison was 22 years old, and about 5'3". She had a
curvaceous, hourglass figure; D-Cup breasts, trim waist, and a
thick, round ass. She had blue eyes, and straight, long blonde
hair, that draped down to her breasts. She was wearing glasses for
the camping trip, but she usually wears contacts. She decided to
wear a light-blue summer dress, the only covered half of her
thighs, and sandals.
Chloe was 23 years old, and about 5'6". She
was thin, with C-Cup breasts. She had brown eyes, and straight,
shoulder-length dark brown hair. She spent a lot of time at the
gym, and it showed. Her ass was very round, but it was quite firm.
I imagined it would smack loudly if I had the chance to spank her.
Chloe was wearing pink running shorts that stretched tightly around
her curvaceous ass, a white tank-top that showed her nipples,
sandals, and black sunglasses.
Ariana was 22 years old, and about 5'2". She
was thin, but her breasts and ass were especially squishy for her
small frame. She had shoulder length, curly black hair, and light
green eyes. She had a very positive attitude, and she was always in
a cheery mood. Ariana wore short denim shorts, a green t-shirt, and
blue slip-on shoes.
The five of us arrived at the campsite in the
early evening on Friday. We parked my SUV, and hauled our camping
equipment to our secluded campsite, which was surrounded by tall
pine trees. Ken and I pitched a two-man tent for us to use, and
then set up a separate large tent for the girls' on the opposite
site of the campfire pit. Then we got a campfire started, set out
some chairs around the campfire, and started pouring drinks.
"This was a great idea!" Ariana said, as she
took the first sip of her drink.
"Yes it was." Chloe agreed.
"It's good to be away from the office,
finally." I said.
"Yea, amen to that." Ken chimed in.
Allison jumped out of her chair and stepped
over the picnic table behind her chair. She switched on a stereo,
and some club-style dance music began playing. Chloe and Ariana
climbed out of their chairs as well, and all three girls started
dancing together. Chloe squatted halfway down and started popping
out her round ass, shaking the edges of her pink running
shorts.
"Can't beat the view." Ken said to me,
laughing.
"Sure can't." I replied.
"Hey, let's all do some shots!" Chloe
suggested.
"Sure!" I replied.
Chloe lined up five shot glasses and filled
them with vodka. Allison and Ariana each took one, and Chloe walked
two shot glasses over to Ken and I.
"Thanks." I said.
"Yep." Chloe said, grinning.
"To...." Chloe said, looking around at all of
us, "Getting wild!"
"To getting wild!" We all echoed in unison,
as we slammed down our shots.
The girls continued dancing for awhile, while
Ken and I drank our drinks and watched them. The girls appeared to
be getting drunk.
"I dare you!" I overhead Allison say to
Chloe.
Without a word, Chloe bundled up her white
tank top from her waist
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