“This is so beautiful!” exclaimed Susan.
“And all just for us.”
The girls set their heavy backpacks on the ground and groaned with relief. “Oh, it feels good to get that off,” said Susan. “How the fuck do you guys call this fun?” She wiped sweat from her face and behind her neck.
I set my pack down as well. “Yeah. Modern packs are comfortable, but it’s still a lot to carry.”
“Good thing you two were carrying most of it. I felt like I was going to die back there on the trail.”
“Time to cool off,” said Melissa pulling off her clothes. “Let’s go swim.”
We immediately shucked off our clothing and ran into the little lake.
“Oh my God,” said Susan as she swam on her back, her beautiful breasts bobbing on the surface. “This is wonderful.”
“I can’t believe it’s been two years since we were here,” said Melissa, also floating on her back, her more modest breasts just poking from the water.
We cooled off in the lake, the three of us naked and confident we would not be disturbed. Though the park had two campsites on this backcountry lake, we had reserved the other one under another name to ensure we would be alone on the long weekend.
When we finally cooled down, we swam back to the shore and toweled each other off.
Susan squeezed the water from her long blonde hair then stood up to slick it back behind her head. The sight of her upraised arms and arching back lifting her breasts to the sun was breathtaking.
We got to work setting up camp.
“You guys have to tell me what to do,” said Susan, “and don’t make fun of me. You know I’ve never been camping in my life.”
I told Susan to find fallen branches for firewood and how to fill the water filter bag for clean water, then we all set up our new three-person tent.
Susan peered in the tent doorway and said, “Three person tent, huh? What people were they using to measure? Gnomes?”
“We’re used to snuggling close. It’ll be fine,” said Melissa.
Susan crawled inside. Melissa and I followed. The three of us lay on the camping mats, each girl on either side of me.
“See?” I said. “It’s palace. Lots of room, as long as we spoon.” I rolled Melissa onto her side and nestled myself behind her. “Besides, after that hike I could use a nap.
“Oh no you don’t,” said Melissa, pushing me away. “I know what kind of ‘nap’ you have in mind. We still have things to do setting up camp.”
Melissa crawled out of the tent and pulled me with her. Susan reluctantly emerged too.
“Melissa’s right,” I said. “We’ll play later. Now, we still need someone to string up a rope for a clothesline, and get a rope up into a tree to hang our packs for the night.”
“Huh? Why?” asked Susan.
“Animals,” said Melissa. “You hang the packs and anything else that smells up in the limb of a tree a little way from the camp. So raccoons and bears don’t rip them open at night or follow the scent to our camp.”
“You guys never said anything about bears,” said Susan.
“There are only black bears in this area. They’re not a big deal.”
“I don’t care if they’re teddy bears. A bear is a bear.”
“Sort of. Black bears aren’t that aggressive, as long as cubs aren’t around, anyway. You can usually scare them away. And I have bear spray just in case. But food, toothpaste, soap… anything that smells can attract them. So we put all that up in a tree.”