We ate and drank for an hour or so and brad was right, I was feeling a lot more relaxed.
I was still trying to keep my paper- thin sleep shirt over my pussy but it was not possible at all times. Occasionally I would look down and my shirt would be outlining my breasts. My large nipples on display. Then I would tug it back down over my knees.
Up, down, up down, Jeez this is ridiculous.
At least it was dark now, I don’t think that tent lantern shows too much, I hope.
“This is fun mom, I’m glad you came.”
“Me too, but the ride today was long, I’m getting too old for this kind of riding. I am going to be so sore tomorrow. You might have to drive back up and get me,” I say only half joking.
“Yeah that was further than I expected. I’m sorry about that.”
“I’m surprised you asked me, it would probably have been more fun with your friends or some girl.”
“Nah’ I wanted you to come along. Other girls are too high maintenance.
Man it’s really raining out there. It’s a gully washer” Brad says looking out.
“Are we ok up here?”
“Yeah on this hill and against the trees like this like this will give us some protection.”
“Want another Beer?”
“Sure why not.”
Brad’s stretched out shirtless on his side with his head propped up.
If my shirt wasn’t pulled down he could look straight into my pussy. I shake my head, Why would I think that?
Brad’s always been a command presence. Ever since he was king of the playground. He could handle any situation.
“I’m surprised you came really, I figured you had a date with some guy.”
“Hardly, I’ve about given up on men.”
“Why’s that?”
“Same old reason, men are all alike, only wanting one thing.”
Brad laughs, ” well after what I saw today, I can see why.”
Blushing I smile a little. “Yeah well that’s an old problem of mine. If men only thought about other people, things would be so much better for them. Remember that Brad.”
“I don’t have that problem mom, assuming we are talking about what I think we’re talking about.”
“Yeah well that must explain why all those girls leave the house mad or crying, or why you don’t have a girl friend now.” I say smartly at him.
We sit there quietly a while and Brad pushes the bottle of jack in the center of the tent.
“OK, you want to get serious? Truth or dare and drink” Brad says matter of factly.
“What’s the drink part?”
“I don’t know, we’ll make it up as we go along, I’ll go first,” Brad says.
“G rated of course.” I smiled.
“Sure. I’ll take dare” Brad says.
“OK.. ” I said looking around trying to think of something.
“You have to swallow a whole mouthful of mustard,” I said holding it up.
“Cool” Brad says nonchalantly holding his hand out.
“No way.”, I get to squirt it, hold your mouth open.”
Brad opens his mouth and I proceed to squirt it full, not giving him the least break. I finally quit and he’s trying to sit up and swallow as I laugh at him.
Brad shakes his head and downs some jack.
“Whew!”
“Hey you’re the one that wanted to play this game!” I said laughing.
“Alright, now your turn,” Brad says sitting up fully.
“Truth or Dare” he asks.