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As they took a bathroom break in the cabin, they could see that it was finally clear for a bit, so Sylvia, Sandy, Tracy and Karen decided to get some exercise. They got some clothes on, and wandered about the resort. It was surprisingly large, with secret clusters of cabins nestled here and there in the trees. There were lots of paved walkways, and places for a picnic, and a beach down by the lake -- closed now.
They passed Bart and Cherry at the main building, who smiled, and said, "see you after three!" They had chosen to keep a low profile, it seemed, as they were not holding hands, but they might as well have been, as glowing as they both seemed to be. Aside from their staff uniforms, they would have fit right in with all the honeymooning couples.
"I'll be they have a stupid, 'no fraternization' rule for the staff," Sandy grumbled.
The warm rain came back before they had seen it all, and they ducked under a picnic shelter, on their way back from the beach. It was only about a hundred yards back to their cabin, but the rain was coming down in buckets, now. You could barely see fifty feet.
"What are we going to do?" Sandy worried. "This might go on all day."
A light bulb clicked on for Sylvia. "Tracy," she said.
"You know how I've been the really straight, prim one of the four of us?"
"Uh, well, I don't know that I'd use the word, PRIM,"
"Oh, hush. I have, and I know it. You've all changed that for me, this weekend, but my stories are still lame enough, compared to yours, that I know I'm going to be doing the dares for the rest of the weekend. I'm okay with that, but it's about time I tossed out a dare of my own."
That got their interest, and they all looked at her a little warily. "I dare you to do what I do, and to follow me."
Sylvia pulled off her shirt, and took off her bra. She was topless under the shelter. The others looked around nervously, then collectively pulled off their tops, too, laughing as they did.
They were a varied collection. Tracy and Sylvia were fairly average girls, both about B-cups, but with very different shapes to them. Tracy's breasts were much more conical, but Sylvia's hung in a more rounded shape. Both sets were beautiful, though, they all thought.
Sandy, with her big implants, had the most impressive breasts, of course, and Sylvia could see, now that Sandy had told her they were implants, how they did not sag the way big breasts should, but stood out, boldly. "Sandy, you look good enough to be a pin-up model with those," she laughed.
Sandy blushed, and said, "thanks, but I think ALL of yours are prettier."
Karen's breasts were in the C/D range, and Sylvia wasn't sure, but she thought maybe Karen had implants, too. Maybe not, she decided. They were still beautiful boobs.
As soon as they were all done appreciating each other's breasts, Sylvia took the next step, which was to pull off her jeans and panties. Then she rolled everything else into her jeans, and picked up her shoes. The others hesitated, then looked around.
Sylvia put her clothing roll on the shelter table, and stepped back out into the rain, completely naked. Since she had shaved the morning before, she was fully in view, in daylight, for the first time in her life.
The rain was still coming down buckets, and it was surprisingly chilly on her nipples in particular, even though it was a warm summer rain. It still felt wonderful on her naked body, Sylvia thought.
"I'm not putting a stitch back on, until I'm back inside the cabin," she said. "That's my dare. Come walk with me in the rain."
"Okay, love, you've got it," Tracy said, pulling down her pants, her nipples puckered hard. She rolled up her clothes just as Sylvia did, and stepped out with her. Tracy gasped in shock, and then laughed out loud, as she stood with bare feet in the wet grass.
As soon as they saw Tracy starting to undo her pants, Sandy and Karen started to do theirs, so the four of them were gasping and laughing together in the rain, nipples ALL the way out. Popper barked, but the Chihuahua quieted when Sandy hushed him.
"Are we ready?" asked Sylvia, "then, follow me!"
They all picked up their clothing bundles in one hand, with shoes hanging from the other, and walked barefoot in the warm, pouring rain. "This is ten times better than a shower," said Karen, "great idea, Sylvie."
The rain sluicing down their naked bodies in daylight was not exactly sexual, Sandy thought, but it sure was erotic. Not only were her nipples standing out as far as they EVER got, she was pretty sure her labia were sticking out pretty far, too. From the way they were looking at each other and walking, she was pretty sure the others were getting just as excited.
They were all laughing and giggling, feeling very relaxed, as they rounded the corner to the front door of their cabin.
It wasn't their cabin.
They got all the way up onto the porch, laughing, before they realized it.
They realized it, because the door opened, and the young couple standing in the door, open- mouthed, were definitely NOT part of their cabin's furnishings.
"Oh, shit!" said Karen.
"Oops! Wrong cabin!" said Sylvia.
"Shit!" said Karen again, five times in succession.
"Where did it go?" said Sandy, giggling. She sounded drunk, Tracy thought. Well maybe we all do. Both the man and the woman were staring at their bodies, and Tracy's nipples were crinkled as hard as they were in the rain. She was also getting even more turned on. We have to get out of here, she thought to herself.
"Excuse me," Tracy said to the totally bemused couple, "we've gotten turned around,"
"So we can see," said the man with a smirk, getting him an elbow in the ribs. "Sorry, hon. The main building is over that way." He was trying to ignore his erection.
"Can you tell us which way the main door is facing?"
It took a minute before they had figured it out. They were in the right cabin in relation to the main building all right, but it was on the wrong SIDE. THEIR cabin was clear on the other side of the main building. It was a good quarter mile away, unless they wanted to walk right by the restaurant windows or across the parking lot, and NONE of them wanted to do that.
While the man got a map out of the cabin, and showed them where they were, and how to get to their cabin, the woman said to Sylvia, "I wish I were as brave as you."
The man dropped his mouth open, and said, "you do? You'd do that?"
"Well," she said, with a glance downward and a grin, "it's pretty clear YOU don't mind, isn't it?"
As the man blushed, busted, she turned to the others, and said, "would you like to come inside and dry off?"
Sylvia said, "I hope you know I mean it when I say I'd LOVE to, but we have a dare going, and can't put our clothes back on, until we get back in our cabin. If we come in, we may never get up the courage to leave again."
"And in the meantime," the woman laughed, "my husband will be ogling you, when he should be ogling me." Then she laughed again, and said, "I'm feeling pretty secure at the moment, though." She put her arms around her husband, and said, "any time you make love to me three times in the same day, stud, you can ogle all the naked babes you want."
"THREE times? But we've only done it twi--"
"Then you've got some catching up to do. Come see us another time," she laughed at the ladies, as she dragged her bemused husband back into their cabin. As the door was closing, they could see him starting to pull her clothes off.
"Now, THAT got me hotter than walking in the rain," said Sandy.
"Me, too," said Tracy.
"Come on, Sylvie," said Karen, "before I start dripping on their porch."
"You just came in from the rain," said Tracy, "of course you're dripping."
"That wasn't the dripping I meant."
They still had that quarter mile to walk, and if they were going to keep their dare, they would have to be naked, the whole way.
They weren't more than fifty feet back down the way they had come, when the rain stopped, and the sun came out.
"Oh, shit," said Karen again.
"You've got that right," said Tracy, and she was blushing ALL the way down her body. She glanced around, and saw that all of them were.
"Shall we chicken out?" she said.
Shy, prim, Sylvia, always the FIRST to back out of things like this, turned around, and said, "you can, as long as you take all my dares for me, for the rest of the weekend. I'm going to keep going."
With that, Sylvia turned back around, and continued to walk down the path. The rest followed her, but in a moment, she stopped, put her shoes down and stepped into them, then continued, crossing over, slightly.
After a moment, Karen said, "she's right. If I'm going to be exposed like this, I might as well make the most of it." Then she put on her shoes, and also walked with a crossover, giving additional motion to all her body parts.
Sylvia had just had a few seconds of direct sunlight on her naked body, earlier, and was surprised that it felt almost as exhilarating as the rain had felt. It was not erotic at all, but thinking about all the eyes that might be watching her walk this way, wearing nothing, was making her so hot, she wasn't sure she could KEEP walking.
It was her first time being bolder than Tracy, too, and Sylvia found it quite exciting to be able to embarrass Tracy.
It was only about a five minute's walk around to their cabin, and the rain had just stopped, so they had hopes of getting there without being seen by anyone else. There was a copse of trees just across from the main building, that the path either wound in front of, in plain sight of the main lodge, or through. They elected to go through, by unspoken consent.
As they got into the copse, Sylvia, still in the lead, realized that they should have gone around, after all. The little copse contained the staff cabins.
Cherry and Bart were not in view, but three guys were sitting out on one of the cabin porches, playing cards and drinking beer. The path went right in front of the cabin. As they came closer, Sylvia saw that the guy who had run out when she screamed was one of them. She heard him say, "told ya," to the other two.
In a bit, they were all three standing at the porch railing, calling and whistling and making all kinds of comments, while the girls walked by, still crimson, but still doing their crossover walk, too. They were all in a kind of automatic pilot, to walk as sexily as they could, and when the boys started calling and whistling and shouting, they didn't really think about it, but they found themselves all moving their body parts even more, even as they were blushing more than they ever had.
The boys came down off the porch, and followed them down the path for a ways, still making lewd comments, but then left off, when the girls left the copse and went back out into the main grounds.
"Oh, THAT was special," said Karen, as they walked back out into the sunlight. "Sylvie, remind me to thank you, later for the delightful idea."
"Yeah, I'm ready for a drink," said Sandy. "Those guys, in case anyone is wondering, are NOT on my list of acceptable guys."
"Just a bit more," Sylvia said, and she was feeling pretty shaky, herself. That had not been at all what she would have thought of as fun, but she had noticed that all three of her friends had also continued to advertise as the boys started making noise. She looked back at them, and realized, with a shock, that every one of them still had fully erect nipples, and lips that were sticking out, and visibly wet.
Then she looked down at herself, and laughed. She was as wet as any of them. "Look at us!" she said.
"What's so funny?" said Karen, a bit crossly.
"That may have been embarrassing, but we are all so turned on, we are positively DRIPPING. LOOK!" Hearing it said so boldly, they finally did look at one another, and they finally all laughed.
"Come on, let's get inside, before it gets worse," said Tracy.
As they came around to the front of their cabin, they were afraid that there would be yet another unwelcome onlooker, but the porch was quiet. After checking that it was, indeed, their cabin, they let themselves in, and came in with whoops.
Sylvia realized the maid must have come in while they were out. The beds were back to apart, and they had been made. Then the bathroom door opened, and she saw the young woman with the cart.
All four of the girls were still laughing, but their laughter died, as they stared at the girl -- probably also a college student -- and she stared back at them. Sylvia realized that the air in the cabin positively reeked of their juices.
The girl was turning as red as her hair, as she was looking down. Sylvia realized that she was staring right at her vulva, which was probably literally dripping with moisture.
"Hello," said Sandy, "we didn't mean to startle you."
The girl just continued to stare at Sylvia's wet vagina, and licked her lips. She was still bright red. After a moment, she came to herself with a start, and said, "you are very, I mean, excuse me," blushing even brighter, and positively ran out the door with her cart.
The ladies finally collapsed on the nearest bed, laughing until they cried.
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