Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 01
by Guyanonymous ©


Literotica



I consider myself very lucky. I have many friends, and most of them are 
women. While most of these relationships are platonic, there exists a 
certain flirtatious component in many of them; a certain something that 
keeps things fun and exciting.

Sarah is one such friend and while we have a certain chemistry, we have 
agreed that us as lovers or partners would probably not be a good thing. 
That was established years ago, leaving us more comfortable to tease each 
other, with those subtle innocent flirts exchanged on the understanding 
that its all in fun.

This is a tale of a wonderful summer weekend several years ago that I 
spent with Sarah and two of her friends, at her family's cabin at Mt. 
Washington ski resort in British Columbia. 

This is the point at which descriptions are usually given of the people 
involved in the story, embellished to heighten the experience in its 
recollection. Much in the same way that people who recall their past lives 
as being that of royalty or a famous individual, descriptions in this type 
of story usually involve enlargement of perceived positives and reduction 
of the negatives. I would do best to stay true to the real story but 
what's the fun in that.

I'm an average guy. I'm 6 feet tall, slightly curly brown hair, and eyes 
that alternative from green, to blue, to grey depending on the lighting 
and clothes I'm wearing, or lack there of. I have average features, padded 
with a few extra pounds that I'd love to get rid of. I've got a normal 
sized penis that is solid and healthy when erect at the average six inches 
length. I have heard that when you lose weight it gets bigger, so who 
knows what the future holds ladies! 

Sarah, the host of this little trip stands out because of her long, 
naturally cut thick red hair; her green eyes with specks of brown, 
accentuate her freckled face and endearing smile. She's about 5'6", 
voluptuous , but not fat. Over the years I've heightened my skills at 
gauging breast sizes, and I'd put hers at around a B-cup size. In my eyes 
she's cute and very attractive.

Sarah brought her two friends, Karin, which you pronounce "car-en", and 
Ondrea, both of whom I'd met briefly, but didn't know well at all. Both 
were blondes. I'm not sure why saying they were blondes merits a sentence 
of its own, but it feels right. Society seems to elevate blondes into a 
special category of their own when it comes to romance and erotica; the 
statement that "blondes have more fun" is only the tip of the iceberg that 
hints at this disparity. For me though, I've never been drawn to a blonde 
based on her hair colour alone...it's the red heads and brunettes that 
I've always found I'm drawn to when making a choice on a purely 
superficial basis. Regardless, Karin's hair is naturally light brown, 
though Ondrea is a 'true blonde'.

Karin was a bit taller than Sarah, probably about 5'8" and was a little 
more voluptuous than Sarah. She was what I'd call curvy, balanced out by 
her larger breasts (C-cups) and a nice round butt. Ondrea was your more 
typical cute cheerleader type; she was about 5' feet tall, probably 
weighed 100 lbs, and had a tiny ass, and perky A-cup breasts. 

I've tried not to embellish my descriptions of these women or myself. I 
write my stories as much for myself as for others, and I'm more attracted 
to "real women" than I am the artificially inflated and "perfect" women 
that frequent pornography these days. Well, there you go – descriptions as 
complete as I will make them right now. There are far too many subtle 
nuances about someone, the way they walk, hold their head, lick their 
lips, and gently caress their nipples through their tight...oh 
wait...that's not part of this story.

Well, it was a beautiful week in late June on Vancouver Island. 
Temperatures there are usually around 30 degrees Celsius and that is 
considered warm here in the summer. This, though, was an especially warm 
summer and temperatures had been cresting at 37 degrees Celsius during the 
day and staying above 29 degrees Celsius in the evening. It was a heat 
wave in an area that usually didn't have them which meant that nobody has 
air conditioning in their apartments, and few have it in their cars. 
Everyone was hot and sweaty.

Sarah called me at work Friday morning and suggested she wanted to play 
hooky in the afternoon and escape for the weekend with a few friends. I 
latched right onto that, as nothing was happening at work – the mall I 
worked at then had not maintained their AC and it had frozen over and 
wasn't working at all. I'd spent my week in an unventilated, humid, 
greenhouse. People who didn't have to shop definitely weren't stupid 
enough to enter this tropic zone that instantly made all your clothes 
stick uncomfortably to your skin. 

Needless to say, being the boss, I made the decision to vacate immediately 
and, waving goodbye to my heat-exhausted staff, sticking to the counters 
they were propped against, blinked goodbye. 

I was home in 15 minutes and tossing some clothes into a bag. Clothes 
basically consisted of a couple pairs of shorts, some t-shirts, and my 
hiking boots. My shaving kit ended up in the bag, and I considered what 
else to bring. There's some great hiking up there, and a few lakes nearby, 
all great for swimming. I grabbed a few diving masks and snorkels and my 
Canon A-1 underwater camera. I was set.

I hopped in my car and drove off to the liquor store, deciding to stock up 
now. A full cooler of ice and libations for later. I was at Sarah's house 
ready to pick her up. Her car was in the driveway, and I just let myself 
into her place. I yelled out that I was there as I opened the door, and 
caught her walking out of the bathroom. She swore at me and did a quick 
check ... the towel was covering all her bits – she'd obviously just had a 
shower. 

I laughed and told her I liked her outfit, but that in this heat I thought 
she was overdressed. She walked away toward her bedroom, and pulled her 
towel wide. Granted, she was still covered from behind, but the idea that 
she wasn't covered at all in the front instantly had me getting hard in my 
pants. She looked back over her shoulder as she neared her door and stuck 
her tongue out at me. As she pulled her arms back to her body, she let the 
towel drop so that it was just covering her ass, and revealed her bare 
back to me. Still sticking out her tongue, I told her to hold her pose, 
I'd run to get my video camera, and that started her laughing, as she 
moved into her room. She dropped the towel as the door closed, and I swore 
I saw some of her smooth freckled fanny.

Ten minutes later she emerged from her room dressed in a white tank top 
and short blue-jean cut-offs. I'd actually run back to my car and grabbed 
my video camera, and started filming her as she emerged. I provided 
commentary, "See the brown-freckled, red haired women emerge from her 
lair, dressed to seduce the male of her species. Will we ever find out if 
her rug matches her curtains?" Sarah struck a cheesecake pose, one hand on 
her thrust out hip, and the other on her hair, and lips pursed in a 
mocking kiss. 

We both started laughing as I zoomed in on her cleavage and she leaned 
forward even more...something she wouldn't have done if she had known 
where I was zooming and what she was showing. On second thought, maybe she 
did know, but that's not something I'd be able to verify. The low neck of 
her already revealing shirt fell away from her chest, and showed off a 
goodly amount of breasts – I was transfixed, and couldn't take my eyes or 
move the camera off of their target. I wasn't sure if they were just 
shadows I was seeing, or if I was seeing an actual nipple on her left 
breast as she leaned down, and before I could tell for certain she was 
standing up again, telling me to stop being a perv, and to get off my ass 
and load up the car. 

As we piled into the car, Sarah told me that two of her friends were 
coming, and that we were picking them both up at Karin's house. I'd met 
both before at group gatherings, but didn't know much about them, so Sarah 
filled me in a bit while she directed me toward Karin's home. 

Ondrea, owner of an uncommon name, is a kindergarten teacher. This somehow 
fit with her small stature. She had been single for a while, though she 
was quite social with her female friends. Sarah's impression was that she 
was pretty pure and innocent, and I was warned not to offend her – I 
feigned a look of innocence. Karin works in offices as a temp, and wasn't 
booked to work today. Sarah told me the basics about Karin – she is 
recently single, kind-hearted, very smart and I was warned as we arrived, 
is a big practical jokester. 

Despite repeatedly looking over at Sarah's legs, and appreciating how 
short her cut-offs really were, we made it safely to Karin's house; I was 
pleased to see the two of them waiting outside with their bags. And 
looking amazing in their "travel clothes". Karin was wearing a short skirt 
which flared out a bit, and was of very thin material as evidenced by her 
backlit silhouette. She was wearing a simple spandex sports top, and her 
breasts filled it out well. Ondrea was wearing what I'd call a peasant 
blouse, soft white flowing material with baggy long sleeves. I could see 
the shadow of what I think was a blue bikini top underneath, and she was 
wearing what appeared to be the matching bottoms. They were the type that 
were becoming more popular these days, and to me are sexier than most 
bikinis women were wearing. They looked like a pair of tight short shorts, 
and the bottoms came down the sides of her hips. 

We pulled up and I hopped out to show off my manly ways by carrying their 
bags the ten feet to the car and load them in. Karin was happy to oblige, 
and hopped into the back seat but Ondrea, thankfully asserted her 
independence from chivalry. When I say thankfully, it's because she turned 
around and, bending at the waste, picked up her bags. Not only was I 
treated to a wonderful view of the moons of her beautifully tight hard 
ass, but to the snug fit of her bathing suit against her pussy. It was a 
brief fleeting moment, but one I would think of frequently on the ride up 
to the cabin. 

I had been the driver for the day, Sarah had been seated comfortably 
beside me, legs stretched out invitingly, and Karin and Ondrea had been 
relaxed in the back seat. Now our weekend was to begin.


***


The drive up to Mt. Washington from Victoria is fairly direct and takes 
you through several of the major communities on Vancouver Island. We drove 
over the Malahat, a small mountain separating Victoria and the surrounding 
communities from the rest of the island. It's a peaceful drive that takes 
you past the beautiful Goldstream park, which, I believe is considered to 
be a rainforest, and you soon see beautiful views overlooking Brentwood 
Bay from atop the mountain. We'd all seen it before, and took it for 
granted and pushed thru to Duncan. In just over an hour and a half, we had 
reached the city of Nanaimo, jokingly called the "City of Malls" since the 
main street and original Island Highway are surrounded almost completely 
by shopping centres, stores, and businesses (if I'm not mistaken). It's 
quite a strip broken up only the 13 sets of lights you have to travel 
through from one side of the city limits to the other.

I needed a break from driving and followed the old Highway into downtown 
Nanaimo, and parked near my favourite bookstore, Literacy Nanaimo. I made 
this decision on my own, as the girls had all dozed off in the heat of the 
sun and with the vibration of the vehicle. I made it a habit to, whenever 
I was heading through Nanaimo, to try to stop at this bookstore and spend 
$20 or so. It was a non-profit used shop, and all moneys went toward 
teaching people in Nanaimo how to read. I helped out a bit, and I also 
ended up with some great books. 

Karin had shifted to the side, laying her head on the window, and pulling 
her legs up onto the seat. In doing so, she'd managed to point her ass 
right toward my seat, and her skirt was pulled up on top of her hips. The 
taught pouch of her pussy was straining against some very brief light blue 
thong underwear. Her ass was smooth and round, and totally bared to me. It 
was a thing of beauty, more-so because she didn't know what she was 
showing off. Even more amazing was the way her lips strained the material 
of her thin knickers, and I was able to see a bit of darker, damp fabric 
clinging to the inner walls of her lips. A few stray light brown hairs 
poked out around the edges. Ondrea and Sarah were also asleep and, though 
showing their legs to great advantage, were not revealing any of their 
hidden assets. 

I reached down to the floor for my video camera, and, quietly as I could, 
withdrew it from its bag. I turned it on and began filming Sarah on wide 
angle, and turned toward the back seat, continuing to film. Soon Karin was 
in my sights, and I, with a quick glance to make sure everyone was still 
asleep, aimed the camera toward Karin's revealed areas, and zoomed in. I 
was trying to be quick, and didn't spend as much time as I'd have liked, 
before widening the angle of view again, and turning the camera to capture 
Ondrea asleep as well. Before I put the camera away, I pushed my luck some 
more, and holding the camera a few inches from Karin's ass, hit that red 
button and started filming again. I made sure the camera was focussing 
close enough, and slowly moved it closer and in toward her pouting lips. 
An amazing 30 seconds later, I pulled the camera back, and reached under 
Sarah's legs putting it back into the bag. 

"Dave, what are you doing and where are we?" said Sarah, casing me to 
jump.

"Um, uh, in Nanaimo," I thought quickly. "I wanted to stop at that 
bookstore I like and stretch my legs a bit." 

"I mean what are you doing pawing around my legs?"

"Oh, I was going to move the camera bag as far under the seat as possible 
and put a blanket over it."

"Next time wake me up," she said as she reached back to shake Ondrea's leg 
and call out "Wake up you sleepy heads". 

As Ondrea started to stretch out and Karin began to respond, I suggested, 
"Why don't you meet me in the bookstore in a half hour or so, or would you 
rather I just come back here?"

"We want to come," echoed the three of them, not realizing how much I'd 
love to have them all come, albeit in a different context. 

With that we clambered out of the car and trooped down the short block to 
Literacy Nanaimo. 


***


When you enter Literacy Nanaimo, you are exposed to nice wide isles (by 
used-bookstore standards), tall shelves, and a sales counter to the centre 
of the room, off to the right. The upper floor contains their training 
areas, and, though you can't see it when you first come in, there's a 
basement full of even more books. The girls and I split up and went off to 
do our own personal exploring. 

I went toward the area they keep the old pulp fiction books from the 30's 
thru the 60's. I enjoy finding gems in here. A gem for me can be a book 
that has with an interesting story or a wonderfully designed cover. You've 
all seen the old pulp fiction books, usually involving a woman smoking a 
cigarette in some lurid pose, and a very catchy plot summary such as, 
"Jane, a woman not to be crossed, met her match in this group of Bikers." 
They're hard-boiled detective/spy/adventure/sex stories and not to be 
confused with the Harlequin style of books. They're about pushing the 
limits of the day, and titillating their audience. At least that's how I 
see them and there are some very good stories from time to time. 

I picked out a dozen of these books, and went off to explore some more. As 
I wandered around the store I saw Sarah, but not Ondrea or Karin, but I 
didn't worry too much about it. After picking out a few more books, I went 
back to their "clearance area" of 25 cent pocket books, a place you could 
find some great classics and forgotten wonders. As I approached, I could 
here Ondrea's voice from the other side of the shelving.

I crouched down a bit to peer through the shelves, and could see Ondrea 
and Karin talking, and I could see they were in the relationships, 
psychology and sexuality area. I opted for the better part of discretion 
and didn't let them know I was there...and um, just listened. 

"...you don't care he saw?"

"Well not really, I know you don't understand, but it's not that big a 
deal, I'm sure Dave's seen bums before."

"But you were wearing a thong!"

"I know, but you should try it sometime, I'm kinda embarrassed to tell you 
this, but I find it ... a bit ...exciting to be seen like that."

"I don't understand you sometimes Karin ... that's just ..."

"- it's nothing but harmless fun – he had fun and got a little excited and 
so did I because he didn't realize I had sat like that on purpose."

"You what!?"

"Oh um...well, I didn't talk about it much, but my ex got me started on 
flashing a bit."

"Flashing?"

"You know, showing a bit more skin sometimes, like I did in the car," 
Karin continued, "he liked it when other men and even women would see me 
when they shouldn't."

"I don't understand," Ondrea expressed in an innocent way.

"It started one day," Karin said, "when I heard Simon come home after 
being out with the guys one night."

"And?"

"Well, I was laying awake in bed and, well, you know I sleep nude," Karin 
explained as Ondrea nodded, "so anyway, I decided to surprise him and ran 
out of the bedroom and into the entry way to leap into his arms...I 
thought it would be sexy to surprise him. I was the one who was surprised 
as I ran headlong into his friend Dustin."

"Oh my god, that must have been horrible!"

"Well, I was embarrassed at first and could feel myself going red, and I 
quickly ran back down the hall to the bedroom and jumped under the covers 
– I could hear Dustin and Simon talking quietly, obviously about what had 
just happened – I thought I'd never be able to face Dustin again."

Karin continued, "As I lay there, waiting for Simon to come into the 
bedroom, I realized my body was still flushed red, but it wasn't because I 
was embarrassed anymore, but um, I can't believe I'm saying this to you, 
but I was excited – you know – sexually."

"But why? I mean, what, I just, um..."

"I'd started to think about the look on Dustin's face, and how he couldn't 
take his eyes off my breasts, off my umm pussy, and well, it made me feel 
sexy to have someone seeing me like that. As I realized how excited I was, 
and thought more about someone other than Simon seeing me, I got more 
excited, but I was feeling a bit worried that Simon would be mad at me."

"But it wasn't your fault, it was a mistake wasn't..."

"Yeah it wasn't my fault, and it wasn't something I needed to worry about. 
Shortly after I heard the front door close as Dustin left, Simon was in 
our bedroom naked and ravaging me – it was the best sex we'd ever had." 
Karin was breathing a bit heavier and her voice a bit deeper, "And 
throughout the whole thing he kept talking about how hot I'd looked, and 
how he loved that another man knew how sexy I was."

"Wow. So you started doing that all the time?" queried Ondrea.

"No no no...it wasn't until a few days later that he brought it up again. 
Until then I'd spent half the time thinking about that night, but was 
hesitant to say anything. Anyway we were getting ready to go out to the 
pub. I was pulling on a little green skirt I've got and..."

"I love that skirt!"

"...and I felt his hands on my calves. I looked over my shoulder at Simon, 
and he looked back, not saying anything, as he slid his hands up the 
outsides of my legs, under my skirt, and took hold of my knickers. He 
pulled them slowly down my legs, and neither of us said another word," 
explained Karin. "We went out that night and I was constantly turned on 
thinking about how exposed I was. I was constantly thinking about how I 
was sitting, and even got brave enough to flip up the back of my skirt a 
few times when Simon was behind me and I thought nobody else was looking – 
and sex that night was amazing too."

"I sense you two were onto something, but...well...you were liking it?"

"It was amazing, and we started playing more with clothes that could be 
revealing Lots of buttons that could be left undone, and slits that could 
be peeked through – even thin fabric that you could see through. Knowing 
that people were catching glimpses of my breasts, and seeing up my skirts 
made Simon hot, and made me even hotter. Anyway, I don't know what else to 
say, but now that Simon's gone, I'm not about to stop, as I've found 
something I love to do. I love the feeling of control I have when I 
exhibit myself like that."

"God, I can't imagine doing anything like that myself,"

"I think I could do almost anything," Karin replied.

"I bet you couldn't spend the whole weekend without any underwear on!"

"Mmmm...I like that idea...I'll take your..."

"Wait, I was just joking,"

"Too late – but what happens when I win, because I know I will...let's 
see..."

"Wait..."

"Nope, it's a done deal," overpowered Karin, "It's Friday now...if I don't 
wear any underwear – bra or underwear – the rest of today, I get to dress 
you tomorrow, and I get to do the same Sunday when I don't wear anything 
Saturday either. Don't bother arguing – you made the bet, and the terms 
are set."

"Um...er...Karin, I don't know if I can do that...um...and you're wearing 
underwear now too."

"That will be fixed in five minutes – come on!"

I quickly grabbed my pile of books and moved to another isle, where I 
bumped into Sarah.
"You look like you've been up to no good," Sarah said staring straight 
into my eyes. And I couldn't deny she knew as I saw her eyes drift down to 
my bulging shorts, and back up to my face. Her cheeky wink, told me she 
knew I was up to something.

I was blushing and just walked away shaking my head.

At that moment, Karin and Ondrea found me and Sarah, who was following 
close behind me trying to catch up.

Karin said that the two of them were going to the clothing consignment 
shop next door and did we want to meet them there when we were done 
looking at books.

Sarah left with them, and I raced to the counter to pay for my books.

I'd only spend $7.50 of the $20 I had planned to spend, but I didn't care. 
This was no time for fulfilling my good samaritan needs, there was sexual 
tension in the air. I was out the door and walking into the clothing shop 
next door as quickly as I could. It was all I could do not to scream at 
the volunteer clerk, "Hurry up! I've gotta get next door to the sexy 
women!" I was somehow able to resist, though I don't know how.


***


I must have looked a bit odd rushing into the women's clothing shop, as 
the clerk, Sarah, and Ondrea all turned to stare at me. I looked sheepish 
and mumbled something incoherent as I wondered over to stand beside Ondrea 
and Sarah. I asked what was going on, and was rewarded with Karin's 
yelling out from behind the change room curtains, "I found an outfit I 
want to get!"

I looked toward the curtains, and saw movement between two of them. I 
tried to act casual as I devoted all my attention to the gap behind which 
I saw flesh moving. It was brief, but I was sure I saw the curve of a 
breast and a darker nipple as Karin moved around. I held my bag of books 
in front of me to hide my growing erection. 

I quickly glanced at Sarah and Ondrea, and realized they were talking to 
me, "...did you buy?"

I realized what they were asking, and resenting been torn away from 
looking toward Karin, I opened my bag up while trying to cover my bulge, 
and started pulling out books and showing the covers.

We were distracted, fortunately, as Karin emerged from the change room. 
She was still wearing her short skirt, but was now wearing a new shirt. I 
was disappointed at first, as it was a mix of bright colours and covered 
here whole torso. But I realized as she spun around that, first off, she 
had taken off her dark sports bra, and that the material was quite 
translucent. It was wrinkly material, and looked to be very light weight. 

I looked quickly around, conscious of the fact that I was staring, but 
realized that Sarah and Ondrea were starting a bit too. They'd seen the 
same curves of breast and shadows of nipples that I had been treated to. I 
realized there was a chair against the wall behind me, obviously for bored 
mates. I was anything but bored, as I backed up and sat, trying not to 
take my eyes off of Karin as she spun again. 

Just as I sat, Karin finished her spin and faced the group of us, and I 
was certain I'd seen a light brown triangle of pubic hair just before her 
skirt dropped back down to its normal position again. I could feel my book 
bag shifting as my cock became even harder.

"Well, how do you like it guys?"

"Great!" from Sarah.

"Um, perfect," From Ondrea.

All I could do was nod as I realized that Karin had begun her weekend 
without underwear – either bra or knickers – it was one of the sexiest 
things I'd ever realized was happening in my presence. I realized my mouth 
was hanging open, and closed it while looking up at Karin's face. She has 
a coy smile on her face as she caught my eye and looked away. I realized 
that, had I not heard their conversation earlier, I wouldn't have even 
considered that she'd have flashed me on purpose. I looked at the ground 
for a second as I collected my thoughts.

Karin walked over to the sales lady and said, "I'll wear it home," and 
handed over the money to pay for it. I realized she'd put her underwear 
and sports bra into her purse.

I walked behind the three women as we went back to the car. 

As we reached the car I unlocked only the passenger side doors and stood 
back for a moment. Sarah entered and closed her door right away; Ondrea, 
rather than sit down and slide along the seat crawled into the car, with 
her tight hard ass in it's clinging bathing-suit shorts pointed right at 
me. Karin, though, put Ondrea's display to shame as she too bent forward 
at the waist and crawled part way into the car before turning to sit 
properly. I was treated to a beautiful view of the moons of her beautiful 
butt, and the pink of her lips, and I also recognized that she had bunched 
the back of her skirt up behind her body and was sitting, bare-assed on 
the seat. 

Sarah was looking at me, smiling with her eyes and smirking with her 
mouth. I pretended not to notice anything was amiss as she glanced at my 
crotch. I smiled back and walked around to my side of the car.

Oh God, it was going to be an interesting weekend.


***



Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 02
by Guyanonymous ©

***

I realized that I would probably be a bit too obvious if I tilted the 
rear-view mirror such that I could stare directly at Karin, or rather at 
Karin’s lap, so I resisted. I also resisted turning around every ten 
seconds to look directly at Karin in the back seat. The fact that she was 
without underwear, sitting with her bare ass on the back seat of my car 
kept me perpetually aroused. Luckily I was sitting such that my shirt 
covered the obvious bulge in my pants. 

Sarah sat beside me, and was leaning against the window, her head nestled 
between the window and the head rest of her seat, facing inward. Her 
sunglasses prevented me from knowing if she was asleep, but I thought she 
was. 

Karin and Ondrea were relaxed in the back seat, and I could hear them 
shuffling around and the odd whisper over the music. I’d glance back and 
smile every once and a while, but tried to be too obvious in that I was 
hoping for another glimpse of naked flesh. I was sure I was hearing a 
giggle now and again as I turned back toward the road and kept on driving.

I finally had to shift my swollen member, and tried to do it subtly with 
my left hand so that nobody would notice. I finally managed to place my 
cock in a comfortable position within my shorts, and went back to driving. 
I swore though that ‘sleeping’ Sarah’s expression changed quickly as I 
finished and I saw a little pink tongue moving back into her mouth.

***

The remainder of the drive to Mt. Washington was rather uneventful. That 
is to say, I concentrated on the road as much as possible, and the 
previously described patterns continued. I was thinking about what had 
passed so far, and remained hard, with my balls aching. I was excited 
about the flesh I had so far seen today, and the prospects of seeing more; 
I was also thinking hard (no pun intended) about the idedas of being seen 
by others. Sarah’s seeing me shifting my cock in my pants compounded with 
my overhearing Karin’s conversation with Ondrea about how she got turned 
onto exhibitionism really had me worked up. 

My mind was beginning to fill with scenarios that involved my seeing the 
women exposed in various states of undress and also scenarios that might 
involve me being seen by them. I was stolen away from my arousing dreams 
by our arrival at Sarah’s Cabin.

Sarah’s cabin was not right on the main part of the Mountain, but rather 
set in a more private area on its own. We were able to pull up right in 
front of it, and I backed in so that the car could easily be unloaded. I 
put my hand on Sarah’s knee and after she failed to respond, I gently 
massaged it. She let out a soft growl, and reached up lazily to pull her 
sunglasses forward. Looking over her glasses she told me, ‘If you don’t 
stop, you might end up doing that all weekend.’

I smiled and drew my hand away, tracing my fingers along her leg. As the 
connection was broken, I winked, and opened the door. As I stood up, my 
previously comfortable hard cock was forced in a direction it shouldn’t go 
and I quickly doubled over using the blazingly fast reaction times all men 
are able to call forth to protect their twig and berries.

Idquickly shifted my unit as I stood back up so that it was lying more 
comfortably, and hoped that my shirt covered it. I looked toward the car, 
and the girls who were climbing out. Well, Karin was climbing out as was 
Sarah, but Ondrea was looking straight out the window at my crotch, seeing 
I was standing right there. I froze for a second, and decided to not say 
anything. I moved to the back of the car to start unloading as Sarah went 
to unlock the cabin.

Karin waved her arms above her head to get my attention, which it did as 
her skirt was raised precariously high, and I was again able to see her 
silhouette and the shadows of her nipples through her translucent shirt.

‘Dave, don’t you lift a finger. You drove us all the way here and I think 
it’s only fair that we do all the unloading. You go sit there on the 
stairs and we’ll do everything while you supervise.’

I was only too happy to accept the offer.

***

I sat down on the lowest step and leaned back, my arms on the step above. 
I stretched my legs out, and basked in the sun. Don’t think I took my eyes 
of these girls for even a second though – I recognized a good opportunity 
to take in a beautiful view.

Ondrea was leaning into the trunk pulling out our stuff. Her tight blue 
bikini shorts must have ridden up while we were driving. Even more of the 
moons of her ass cheeks were peeking out – amazingly smooth, and begging 
to be caressed. Even more eye-drawing to me, though, was the dark patch 
between her legs – was she aroused thinking about her bet with Karin – 
which was enhanced the way the fabric was pulled up between her lips. It 
was, indeed, the perfect cameltoe. 

Karin, to my disappointment wasn’t doing the same stretch with her ass 
pointed out toward me. This disappointment didn’t last long, though, as 
she was taking the luggage that Ondrea unpacked, and taking them up the 
stairs into the cabin. My eyes drew toward her as she neared, her skirt 
swaying, her hips moving seductively. As she walked up the steps near me 
she began speaking, ‘This should take a minute, just sit and relax – in 
fact, Sarah will bring you a drink.’

This gave me an excuse to keep looking at her as she stepped beside me and 
then started to move above me, ‘Thanks, that’s um…great.’ I was briefly 
flummoxed as she stepped up and past me, as I was treated to an amazingly 
enticing view of her light brown triangle of pubic hair. She wasn’t a 
hairy person, in fact, it was more a slight covering that started above 
her lips and covered only a small triangle. Her lips were glistening as 
she walked past, and – I swear – slightly parted and flushed with arousal. 


As I leaned back looking up her skirt and my view of her pussy changed to 
one of her rounded ass, I saw Sarah coming out of the cabin shaking her 
head at me…she knew what I’d done. I momentarily panicked that she’d call 
me on it and embarrass me, but relaxed as she handed me a Smirnoff Ice, 
‘Here you go, time for you to cool off.’ As she said this, she pulled a 
clear jug of water and ice from behind her back and poured it on my head 
and body, and, again, I’m sure, dumping most of it on my crotch. 

My nipples became instantly hard, so that my cock wasn’t feeling alone 
anymore and I jumped up to give chase. I ran past Ondrea who was just 
depositing the last of the luggage on the living room floor and I caught 
Sarah a few seconds later in a gentle bear hug. I didn’t give thought to 
the fact that she could feel my hard aching cock pressing into her butt, 
as I was too caught up in the chill I felt from the cold water. She 
squirmed in good fun as I pulled her over to the couch and pushed her down 
on back. I straddled her legs just below her hips and held her wrists 
tight.

She and I were both laughing as I asked her how she liked the feel of 
something so cold. I held the sweatingly chilled bottle of Smirnoff Ice 
over her right arm, which, along with her left, I held above her head with 
my free arm. I lowered it slowly as she shrieked, and then touched the 
side against the inside of her upper arm. She screamed as it touched and 
squirmed all the more, ‘I’m sorry…..hmmhahaha…stop….’

Karin and Ondrea had since followed us in to watch, and were pointing and 
laughing at Sarah’s well deserved comeuppance. I did a double take as I 
realized that Ondrea was absentmindedly stroking her left breast with her 
hand, and recognized that something about this was turning her on.

I turned back toward Sarah who was squirming a bit more and told her she’d 
suffer the way I’d suffered as I held the bottle to the side of her 
beautiful neck. The cold perspiration of the bottle had it’s desired 
effect. I then moved it down her neck to her bared left shoulder, dragging 
it slowly, leaving a glistening trail of cold water. Sarah was still 
squirming, but it was more from her hips than her whole body now, and as I 
leaned over her, I could feel her body moving against my cock; it didn’t 
matter to me whether I was imagining it or not – it felt amazing. 

I laughed aloud and checking that Karin and still-touching-her-self-and-now-flushed Ondrea were watching and approving with their laughter. I lifted the bottle up and lowered it slowly as Sarah looked quivering in, well, something, ‘Sarah – you got my head and neck wet…my shoulders wet, and you made my nipples hard enough to cut glass.’ With that I lowered it onto her right nipple, which was already hard, and 
held her shirt tight for a moment. 

I repeated the same with the right as she cried out, ‘Enough! Stop! 
Please!’

As I drew back laughing, and pulled myself free from Sarah, I was drawn to 
the dampened rings on her whit shirt, her nipples plainly visible in their 
brown beauty. They were now hard as diamonds, and Karin wasted no time in 
pointing this out as Sarah started laughing again and told me, ‘Ok… you 
got me fair and square…but watch out, this means war.’

Sarah quickly covered up as we all started laughing – Ondrea had stopped 
caressing her breast at some point – and Sarah turned to me and said, ‘You 
shouldn’t laugh, you’ve got something hard going on too.’ The three girls 
were now staring at me, well, not me so much as my bulging cock. The 
shorts were soaking wet and clearly outlined my truly aching penis. I just 
shook my head and said, ‘Um…sorry, I guess with the heat and um…’

‘Don’t worry about it Dave, its ok. Everyone gets them now and then.’ 

This was from Ondrea, the shy one, and we all turned to look at her in 
shock that she’d say anything about something sexual in front of me at 
all.

She was still looking right at my wet-cloth-covered-cock, which didn’t 
help matters for me, when she realized we were all staring at her in 
amazement. ‘Well its true isn’t it?’

I shook my head grinning with excitement and embarrassment and stood there 
during a very long moment of silence. I don’t think any of us knew what to 
say, but finally Karin broke the silence as she picked up my bag from the 
ground and threw it at my chest, ‘Go cool off in the shower big boy.’ And 
with that comment, we all broke into laughter as I turned and went toward 
the bathroom.

***

I closed the bathroom door behind me and leaned up against it, my bag in 
my arms. I was flush and breathing quickly. Hmm….breathing fast – air; 
flushed – fire; I was soaking wet – water; and I was rock hard – earth; 
all the elements at once. OK that wasn’t actually going through my mind 
then…but thinking back now...

I stood there for a second with my heart beating in my ears. I finally 
stood up straight, dropped my bag and started pulling off my clothes. I 
hung my shirt over the bar on the back of the door and my pants hung from 
the doorknob. My underwear, I lay across the sink by the door. I reached 
into the tub and turned on the faucets, mingling the hot and cold water to 
a tepid temperature. 

I stepped into the tub and slid the glass shower door shut. The water 
cascaded over my body and I just closed my eyes, and leaned my head back 
under the spray. The water felt amazing, cooling my body down without 
causing me to go into shock. I stretched my muscles and worked out some of 
the kinks gathered from the long drive up. 

I grabbed the shampoo that was there, some fruity scented stuff, and 
lathered up my hair. I felt so amazingly relaxed under the water, and just 
stood there, enjoying the feeling. I started thinking back over the day so 
far. Stolen peeks at Sarah’s flesh at her house; the discussion of Ondrea 
and Karin in the book store; Karin’s exposure; my secret videoing in the 
car; seeing Sarah’s nipples through her shirt; feeling her body against 
mine; the girls all seeing my hard erection through my wet shorts. All 
these memories combined to make my still hard cock even harder, and my 
hand slowly reached down. 

I started stroking slowly, the tension building fast. I was broken from my 
reverie by some noise and the girls laughing through the door. I realized 
where I was and turned to rinse the shampoo out of my hair and off my 
face. As I did this I reached down and turned the hot water down. I did so 
at a slow enough rate that I wasn’t shocked by the cold, but I did feel 
it. And it had the desired effect of reducing my erection. But God, my 
balls were swollen.

After a few minutes of my frigid relaxant, I stepped from the shower, 
tension in my neck and shoulders (from driving released), tension in my 
genitals somewhat held in check. I reached for the pile of towels I’d 
spied on the shelf by the sink only to find it empty. My shirt, my shorts, 
and my underwear – even my bag – were gone. Now I knew what the burst of 
laughter I’d heard was all about. At that point it didn’t cross my mind 
that someone had to have come into the bathroom while I was showering, 
behind clear glass doors, and taken all the clothes.

I paused for a sec laughing at my predicament. Then I paused again 
realizing I was naked, in the bathroom, with nothing to cover myself up 
with. And three absolutely gorgeous women were outside the room, fully 
aware of my situation. I stood, dripping on the floor – the bathmat was 
even gone – and realized I’d stood there, eyes shut, savoring the 
wonderful water on my body totally ignorant of the mission they’d 
undertook successfully against me. It didn’t escape me that this was, in 
fact, a fantasy of mine, and that I loved the idea of being caught naked 
like this, and being ‘forced’ to expose myself.
Now that it was here, I didn’t know what to do.

***

Thinking about my dilemma and the humiliation of walking out there was 
getting to me – and I mean in a good way. My recently subdued cock was 
starting to rear it’s purple head.

I decided to open the door a crack and see if they were all standing there 
waiting for me. I slowly turned the handle, and pulled the door inward 
just opening it a crack. I put my eye to the crack and looked out into the 
hallway – totally bare. They’d even removed the carpet. I could see the 
open door to what was usually my bedroom halfway down the hall and 
considered making a break for it. 

I considered that if I was careful, I could make the room without them 
knowing I had opened the door…I just had to be quiet.

Well, I’m sure you can guess what happened, but you’d be wrong. I made it 
down the hall to the door and peeked around the corner into the room. It 
seemed empty and I started to reach toward the handle of the door to push 
it open all the way and enter. 

‘Say Cheese!’ 

A flash at the end of the hall went off as one of Sarah took a photo of me 
standing there naked, penis at full mast. I reached for the door again 
just as it slammed shut and I saw a string tied to the knob leading down 
the hallway. I didn’t know what to do as the flash went again. I was like 
an aroused deer in the headlights. I flattened myself against the wall, 
pressing my cock against my belly. And the flash went again. Just then 
Sarah ran past me to the bathroom, her body brushing my ass as she ran. 
The three of them were laughing as Sarah blocked the door. 

It was only then that I noticed that Ondrea was at the end of the hall 
with my Video Camera, filming the whole embarrassingly erotic experience. 

‘Come on you guys, a joke’s a joke, and you got me good, but where are my 
clothes?’

The three of them all started laughing, and I couldn’t help but notice 
Ondrea massaging her breast again with her free hand. 

‘Out in the living room Dave, which is where you’ll be sleeping this 
weekend. Each of us each gets our own private room this trip,’ spoke 
Sarah, a glint in her eye.

I made a break for it then, covering as much of my groin with my hands as 
possible, running toward and then past Karin and Ondrea, the flash going 
again and again on Karin’s camera. I saw my bag with my clothes on top 
sitting in the middle of the room, and I quickly grabbed my shorts, 
forgoing my underwear, and pulled them on. 
They were actually warm to the touch, and I realized that the girls must 
have put them in the dryer while I was finishing my shower and getting up 
the nerve to escape the bathroom.

I turned to find the women clapping as Ondrea handed me my video camera. 
‘Nice job there Dave, you really can run quick when you need to,’ Ondrea 
said.

‘Sorry, we had to get you back for what you did to Sarah,’ came from 
Karin.

‘And I wanted to see something of yours since you showed everyone 
something of mine!’ laughed Sarah.

‘Ha Ha…ok, now you’ve all done it, don’t think I won’t get even….somehow,’ 
was all I could come up with, standing there in my tented shorts, 
quivering in embarrassed excitement.

***

They started laughing.

‘Sure you will.’ 

‘Not with the three of us working together.’

‘Mmmmmm’

We all did a double take at that as we turned to Ondrea who was still, 
absentmindedly massaging her breast. She stopped suddenly realizing we 
were all looking at her, and all of us burst into laughter together.

‘The least you three can do is to cook me dinner now.’

‘Fair enough,’ said Sarah, as she walked up and pushed me over the arm of 
the couch, ‘Something nice and tender, coming your way, and here’s your 
drink to help keep you cool.’ She handed me my Smirnoff Ice, that I’d left 
untouched, and I found it was still cold – the must have put it back into 
the fridge. I grabbed my shirt, lay back on the couch, my legs over the 
arm, and closed my eyes.

To them I was just resting, but I was really reliving the last 10 minutes 
and the emotions and feelings that were still coursing through my body.

The three of them went about organizing the place. The supplies were 
unpacked, the bags distributed to their respective bedrooms. Aside from 
the one bedroom off the hall, there was one large and another small one 
off the living room. I would peek out from under my eyelids as I heard 
them move about. At one point I looked over toward the kitchen to see 
Karin bending over at the waist, her edible ass pointed toward me, as she 
emptied a case of beer into the fridge. Her skirt had ridden up and I 
could see most of her ass, and, more enticing, her lovely, still engorged 
lips aiming back at me. I didn’t move, and I don’t think I took a breath 
in those 20 seconds, but then I heard Sarah whisper sharply, ‘Hey, what 
happened to your underwear girl?’

Karin stood upright at that and smoother her skirt down over her cheeks. 
‘Sorry, I forgot, um….sorry.’ She cast her eyes down, hidden slightly 
behind her hair, and I swore she looked out of the sides of her eyes to 
see if I had seen.

Sarah’s return whisper, which was still loud enough for me to hear, was 
cut off as Ondrea turned on the stereo and Abba started pumping out. Sarah 
and Karin got close together and spent a song or two talking. Sarah’s eyes 
got big once or twice and she looked in my direction now and then. I still 
feigned my restful eyes-closed state, just moving my right foot in time to 
the music, my drink coming to my lips every minute or two.

I couldn’t see her, but Ondrea was dancing around behind me, I think, as I 
could her bumps on the floor, more in sync with the music than my own 
foot-jiving was. I have to admit, I have no sense of rhythm at all. My 
friends laugh as I can only clap by visually watching other people 
clapping, not by actually finding the beat in the music itself.

My arousal had finally subsided somewhat, and I decided to get up and do 
something constructive. I opened my eyes fully and started to get up off 
the couch. Ondrea was indeed dancing away behind me, her shirt now 
unbuttoned and her arms up in the air. I could now see her blue bikini 
that had lain hidden all day behind her white peasant blouse. It wasn’t a 
tiny string bikini, but rather matched her shorts-style bikini bottoms. It 
hugged her small breasts tightly though, and showed them off to good 
advantage. What really froze my attention for a few minutes though, were 
her nipples.

They stood out at least a centimeter and were a centimeter across. They 
were amazingly defined by the fabric of her bathing suit top, and I could 
see, surrounding them, the raised bumps defining the outer edge of her 
areolas. I suddenly realized I was staring and looked away as quickly as I 
could. Despite her dancing, I think the smirk that briefly crossed 
Ondrea’s face meant I’d been caught. She kept on dancing though.

Karin and Sarah, in the meantime, had finished their little chat and had 
finished unpacking everything in the kitchen. There were no chores to do, 
nothing to unpack, and it was time for the relaxation to begin. I decided 
it was time to try to forget about the sexual antics that had come before, 
and to just work on having a great time with a great friend, and some 
relatively new friends. Nothing sexual at all.

Yeah right.

*** 

Weekend on the Mountain Pt. 03
by Guyanonymous ©

***

The evening continued in relaxed way. We sat around joking, talking, 
sharing stories and just plain having fun. None of us alluded to the 
earlier goings on – I think that we were hesitant to bring it up again. 
After an hour or so of this easy camaraderie, Sarah asked us if we wanted 
to play a game. We all said sure, and Sarah jumped up and walked over to 
the shelves at the side of the room. She stood looking at a wall full of 
board games. Her family had the place well stocked. Monopoly, Scrabble, 
Cranium – all the old and current classics. 

Sarah was reaching toward the top shelf, and I couldn't help but 
appreciate the curve of her back as she stretched. I was, though, more 
appreciative of the moons of her ass ass they peeked out the bottom of her 
now stretched cutoffs. I broke my stare for a moment and looked at the 
others – Ondrea wasn't paying much attention as she held her cold beer 
bottle against her neck – Karin was, however looking at the same sight I 
was. I can't be sure she was looking at Sarah's ass – but she was looking 
in that direction, and she wasn't looking up toward what Sarah was 
reaching for.

Sarah stopped reaching and asked me to come over and help. I got myself 
up, glad that I hadn't developed another erection, wandered over and gave 
her the look, "OK, what do you need?"

Sarah asked me to reach for a game in a pink box – the title Pass Out on 
its side. Sarah was between the shelves and I, and I stretched out to 
reach the game, purposefully pushing trapping her soft beautiful body 
between me and the wall. I reached higher, and could feel the firmness of 
her breasts pushing into my chest. I grabbed the game, not really 
hurrying, and pulled it down. She looked at me and whispered, "Thanks" in 
a breathy way, and then jabbed me in the gut with two fingers and a laugh.

We returned to the rest of the group. Karin and Ondrea has dragged over a 
coffee table to play on. They sat on the couch, leaving an easy chair for 
Sarah and the floor for me. At least that's the way it turned out, since 
Sarah took the chair. Sarah had taken the game from me as I sat, and 
explained the rules as she pulled out the board and pieces. 

Pass Out was a British game that, as you might have guessed, was a 
formalized drinking game. Each of us received a playing piece of a 
different colour. Surrounding the board were many squares, most of them 
saying things like "Yellow take a drink" or "Blue take a drink" or "All 
take a drink". It wasn't a complex game.

There was a bar you got sent to instead of Jail. There were Pass-out cards 
which told you to "Skip a drink", "Advance to the next Green Take a Drink 
Square" or even the more complex "Take 7 Drinks and move to "Start Here" 
square or Take 2 drinks and move forward 3 spaces, or take 1 drink and 
kiss your partner". 

I can't remember what it took to actually win the game – we never got that 
far, but every time you passed start, you had to say a tongue twister from 
the Pink Elephant Cards...things like "Does your shirt shop stock short 
socks with spots?" If you screwed up, as I was prone to do, you had to 
take a drink. And repeat until you got it right. 

The game was an aid to getting drunk.

What made us all laugh, though, was the final warning in the instructions 
which stated: NOT INTENDED FOR USE WITH ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES.

Well, we all started playing. I admit that I wasn't paying a lot of 
attention to the game. My position relative to the three women I was 
playing with took care of that. Because they were all seated on the couch 
or the chair, and I the ground, I was basically looking right at their 
crotches – if I cared to – which I did. 

The three of them sat, each enticing in their own way, in a range of 
relaxed poses. Sarah sat, her legs apart, and elbows on her knees. Her 
cutoffs were fairly loose the way she was sitting. Her freckled thighs 
were smooth to the glance and led, temptingly, to the crotch of her pants. 
I could see the light colour of her knickers, which, I though, were either 
very high cut or thongs. The crease where her leg met her underwear was 
tempting as one might imagine, her looks cutoffs cut too short to offer 
any protection. I couldn't help to think what it would be like to slowly 
slide my hand up there – feeling her heat as I neared her swollen lips. 
Lightly touching the cotton holding in her lips. Feeling the dampness...oh 
sorry...you're all more interested in hearing about the game than my 
fantasies.

Ondrea was actually kneeling on the edge of the couch. Her knees, curled 
under her, actually pushed her pelvis more forward than I'd have though, 
and the bulge of her pubis was evident. Each time she rolled and I shifted 
my gaze to her (I didn't want to get caught staring at any one person!) I 
looked toward the crease in here shorts. To me it looked to be recessed 
slightly, trapped between her labia, beckoning to me...ready to trap my 
tongue in her folds much as a black hole would trap a thrusting rocket of 
...oh right the game. Well, at this stage it was Karin's turn. She had 
been sitting on the edge of the couch, her feet on the ground, but 
carefully keeping her legs together. Well, at least she had been before 
her third beer during the game. At that stage, they'd slowly started to 
part, and this provided me with an increasingly open (pun intended) view 
of her beautiful, lightly furred pussy. I couldn't help but appreciate the 
fact that her lips, puffy and slightly damp were opening up like a flower. 
That I knew she knew, inside, what she was doing to me and probably 
enjoying every minute of it. 

My eyes moved around the group, trying to glance at their faces as much as 
the rest of them – which was probably a lost battle. I couldn't help but 
notice Sarah's eyes as she noticed Karin's display, and was relieved she 
didn't say anything. It was probably my imagination, but Sarah's legs were 
a bit wider apart after that, and her knickers started to look a bit 
wetter, and a bit pinker...were they becoming more sheer perhaps?

We went around the board many times, and before we knew it, we were all 
three sheets to the wind. 

The girls did shift positions now and then...I wasn't always treated to 
such enticing views. Karin wasn't always bared to me, nor was Sarah. I 
could, though, have, with the help of a sketch artist recreated perfectly, 
the beautiful views that had entranced me. Ondrea did, for a while sit on 
the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide, and her bathing suit most 
definitely was wrapped around her lips, defining them quite well for the 
desperate glances I shot their way...er that should be her way. Her shirt 
had remained unbuttoned this whole time too, here proud nipples remaining 
defined and on display through her bikini top. I had nothing to complain 
about her way either.

It may seem that this beautiful dreamlike situation lasted for hours...but 
it was more like an hour. By that time, we'd all lost track of the game, 
couldn't say a tongue twister if our lives depended on it, and were more 
interested in the sound of the dice hitting the table than actually moving 
the pieces.

I can't remember who it was, but someone suggested we try another game, 
and we all agreed. Sarah laughingly tried to put this one away, but for 
some reason the lid wouldn't fit. It probably had something to do with her 
forgetting to close the board before trying to fit it into the box. We 
just put it aside and left it while trying to decide what game to play 
next. 

Alas it wasn't strip poker as many of you would expect.

We tried playing Clue. Well, nothing much exciting there, but I was 
treated to more amazing views.

As you might imaging, I had been harder than steel for most of this time. 
I just sat there cross legged, my cock held tightly against my leg by my 
shorts. If any of the girls cared to look (and I hope they did), they'd 
have seen it clearly outlined by the cotton fabric. 

Clue wasn't that exciting, as I said, though I'll point out one nice thing 
about having Ondrea concentrate while drink and wearing tight clothes. At 
one point, while trying to see her cards through what must have been 
blurry vision, she absentmindedly was stroking here breast with her free 
hand. Her nipples were fully distended, and it was her left nipple on 
which this hand concentrated. Her index and middle fingers were slowly 
tracing around the nipple in a clockwise motion which would change ever 
few seconds to counterclockwise. It probably took her 30 seconds to decide 
what to do...but it was a good 30 seconds for me.

At one point, Karin slurred out a query to all asking the time. "Just 
after one AM" reported Ondrea, to which Karin laughed, "Time to get you 
changed then isn't it...er I mean, us to all get changed and ready for bed 
isn't it." 

I think Ondrea both went pale and blushed at the same time as she realized 
that it was technically the next day and that she'd lost the first part of 
her bet with Karin. Sarah looked curiously at both of them, and just 
shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her beer. Karin stood first 
and reached out a hand to each of the girls, straddling the corner of the 
table. She was leaning over quite a bit, and I could see her lips parted, 
and just about came right then and there. She pulled the two of them to 
their feet and they traipsed off to one of the bedrooms to get changed.

I just laid back on the ground....and closed my eyes.

Images from the day ran through my head...Sarah's frequent temptations and 
glimpses of her flesh hidden, yet so available. Ondrea's similar 
exposures. Karin's definite exposures. My own exposure earlier. That alone 
kept me hard, and getting harder.

I considered the bet between Karin and Ondrea. For each day Karin went 
without underwear, she got to dress Ondrea for the next day. Sarah must be 
aware of the bet by now. She seen that Karin was without underwear under 
her skirt and also under her translucent shirt. Likewise they'd had a good 
discussion after Sarah first noticed.

I listened carefully to the bumps and noises coming from the bedroom. I 
could here a bit, but not much. After a minute or two I carefully got up 
and moved toward the room.

I put my ear as gently as possible against the door and listened. I could 
suddenly hear surprisingly well.

"I don't think I can do it Karin." 

"Ondrea, you have to a bet is a bet isn't it Sarah."

Sarah agreed, "Yep...and you've seen for yourself, Karin hasn't worn a 
thing under her clothes all day."

"And Dave has noticed too hasn't he...you've been torturing him...his 
balls must be so sore by now Karin," Ondrea said. I guess I wasn't as 
subtle as I'd hoped. And my balls were aching and sore.

"So we're all in agreement...and you can do it...I'll even up the stakes. 
If you wear what I tell pick out for all of today, you can pick out what I 
wear for tomorrow. How's that sound...so revenge can be yours if you want 
it. Besides...you've obviously been enjoying yourself hasn't she Sarah?" 
said Karin. 

Karin and Sarah started giggling to Ondrea's "What are you talking about?"

Sarah broke the news, "Ondrea, you've been touching your breasts all 
night, and your nipples have been constantly on display, not to mention 
your camel toe."

I could feel Ondrea's blush through the closed door. "No I hav....wait..I 
have...oh my God! Why didn't you tell me I'm so embarrassed...oh my..."

"Oh please! David loved it, and compared to Karin, it was nothing."

"Yeah," said Karin, "and admit it, you've been liking it. It's obvious. 
And you are starting to like the idea of showing off a bit aren't 
you...why else would you be so obviously aroused and caressing yourself 
all night?"

Silence.

"Well, maybe a little bit."

"Ahah...ok...now what to put you in for bedtime. Something sexy, and 
teasing, but not too embarrassing for you to wear in front of David."

"Oh God, be kind Karin."

Sarah, kindly pointed out, "I have my cotton shorts and this t-shirt to 
wear. What about you Karin, what are you going to wear?"

"I've got a t-shirt and knickers to wear."

Ondrea, though was having none of it, "Um, Karin. Aren't you forgetting 
something?"

"What?"

"You aren't aloud to wear any underwear."

"But my t-shirt doesn't even cover all of my butt-cheeks. Isn't that..." 
I'm guessing Karin noticed the looks on the faces of Ondrea and Sarah, 
"OK..fine. I said I'd do it." 

A few seconds later Sarah spoke, "See that's not so bad. You can stand 
there and it's fine. You just can't raise your arms, stand above David, 
stretch, sit, or really move without showing him, well, everything."

"I think it's perfect," said Ondrea with a slight evil quality to her 
voice.

"Fine, but now it's up to me to pick out what Ondrea gets to wear, and 
don't worry, it involves underwear."

More silenced, and then rustling around through a bag – Ondrea's I 
presume.

"And what else then?"

"That's it. That's all you get. It's appropriate bed-time clothing."

"All you've given me is a pair of thong underwear and a bandana."

"Yep."

"Sarah, tell here this isn't fair."

"I'm not getting involved in this anymore...you're both on your own and 
both dug your own graves. Besides, I'm enjoying this. Probably not as much 
as Dave will, but still..."

"Besides, we're all going to crash soon, I'm sure. In fact, let's just go 
out there and tell David goodnight. That's all you have we have to do."

Karin's comment was followed by a moment of silence followed by a bold 
"OK" from Sarah and a quiet one from Ondrea.

I moved back to the floor and laid back down, back against the floor, 
staring up at the ceiling.

Waiting.

A few minutes later, the door opened and the girls came out. I turned my 
head toward the door and took in the view.

Sarah was in some cotton shorts and a t-shirt, tight against her chest, 
showing off her firm breasts and currently hard nipples.

Karin was wearing a grey t-shirt which came to just below her crotch – 
barely. From my vantage point, I fancied I might be able to see her pussy 
if she moved even slightly. 

It was Ondrea that caught my attention. She was wearing the tiniest pair 
of black thong underwear I've ever seen. From this vantage point I 
couldn't see her ass, but the underwear couldn't have been larger than 
half a dollar bill in the front. The tiny V covered her vagina 
(unfortunately), but made it obvious that she had no pubic hair at all. 
The strings supporting it cam up high over her slender perfect hips and 
wrapped around back. She had the bandana I'd heard about wrapped around 
her breasts and obviously tied at the back.

The girls told me, "We're going to bed David, you get the couch and we get 
the rooms."

I was fine with that, "OK, but aren't you going help me get the couch 
ready?"

I wanted to prolong this moment. And see more of Ondrea's exposed body.

Sarah broke the moment, obviously enjoying their predicament. "Sure we 
will. Karin, you and Ondrea pull out the bed, and I'll get the bedding."

Sarah vanished down the hall, and I just laid there, "Thanks so much, I 
don't think I can even stand up," I slurred.

The two of them hesitantly came over. Each walked on either side of me, 
and I decided to follow Ondrea with my eyes. As she moved past me to the 
table, I was greeted with a side view. Her stomach was tight and smooth, 
and her ass was amazingly firm. I looked at the smooth curve as her back 
flowed in and then out around her bottom. 

She turned toward me more and I was greeted with a closer view of her tiny 
thong. The skin of her hips and lower stomach was so smooth as it moved 
toward her pubis. The black material of the thong was smooth and tight 
against her flesh. The strings were the only thin distracting me.

As Ondrea bent over to get grab her side of the table, the bandana moved 
away from her body. I think I gasped a bit, as she turned her face sharply 
toward me. I smiled awkwardly, and she turned back to her task at hand, 
perhaps trying to move a bit quicker. I had gasped because her beautiful 
tiny breast had been revealed, the light pink nipple standing proud and 
true. It was an amazing sight for a breast man such as myself.

Her arm blocked my view a bit and I glanced back toward her face. She was 
actually looking right at me. And by me, I mean the tend in my pants. It 
was my turn to be embarrassed, but I was also excited, a fact betrayed by 
a twitch of my cock.

I turned toward Karin, to see if she too had noticed my predicament. She 
was trying to shield herself somewhat. It was funny, after her obvious 
exposure earlier, she was a bit shy now. She was bending over to pick up 
her side of the table, but her bottom was facing away from me. 
None-the-less, I was greeted with the smooth curve of the side of her 
buttock, and loved every second.

The two of them lifted the table up and moved it out of the way. I sat up 
a bit trying to hide my arousal with my the bottom of my t-shirt and 
pushed myself out of the way with my feet.

Karin and Ondrea put the table down as it was earlier, and came back to 
the couch.

They quickly picked up the cushions and threw them to the side. As Karin 
did that, I was treated to a full view of her lower torso. Her hair was 
indeed light blond all over, and fairly sparse. It reached up 2 inches 
above her beautiful lips. Unlike Ondrea's which, from her thong underwear, 
I gauged were basically hidden between her legs, Karin's pussy came upword 
into the front of her pubis a couple inches. It was beautiful and to my 
eye (which was fixated closely) was glistening.

Karin's hand quickly grabbed her t-shirt as she pulled it down to cover 
her privates. She was bright red, on her face, her, upper chest, and even 
her thighs. 

I stupidly said something, "You are dressed for bed I see." 

It wasn't witty, funny, or even made much sense.

Ondrea spoke up, "We all are, only you are still dressed." She quickly 
went red realizing she'd drawn my attention back to her.

At that moment Sarah returned, and walked over, arms full of well, a 
pillow and a couple sheets. She sighed, "You two are so slow, get out of 
the way." Sarah quickly pulled the bed out of the couch and walked around 
the far side away from me.

She dropped her load and took the under-sheet and flipped it open, across 
the bed.

"Grab your side Ondrea and tuck it in."

Ondrea turned toward the bed and quickly grabbed the sheet.

The string of her thong vanished completely between her cheeks. Her tan 
lines were plainly visible, and as she bent to tuck the sheets in, I was 
able to see the tight pouch of her thong between her legs, barely 
containing her lips. I could also see the sides of her breast, on one 
side, and then the other as she tucked in the sheets.

As they finished, Sarah turned to me and told me, "OK, you're all set, get 
up and get ready for bed."

"I'll get ready as soon as you guys leave. I have to get changed.".

"Nonsense, we're all friends here, you get ready while we finish making 
your bed."

I hesitantly stood as Karin unfurled the other sheet across my bed and 
Sarah positioned the pillow.

I grabbed my bag and held it in front of me as I searched through it for 
my pajama bottoms. They weren't there. I'd forgotten them. And I noticed 
something else. My underwear wasn't there either. Where were they? Even 
the pair I'd worn up here was gone. It appeared that the only pair of 
clothes I had for my bottom were the shorts I was wearing. I looked up to 
see the three of them looking at me. Arms were crossed and they looked 
impatient. 


"Um...my bedclothes are missing." 

"That was foolish to forget them. We tossed your underwear in the washing 
machine with the towels and stuff," from Sarah who I now realized was 
having a blast.

"I guess I'll just sleep in my shorts and t-shirt. Thanks girls. Have a 
good night."

"Actually, we'd better wash those too," said Sarah, "right girls?"

"Yes" was the chorus from them.

I shrugged, not sure how to respond, letting the alcohol guide my judgment 
(along with the excitement of being nude again). 

I climbed onto the bed and pulled up what I discovered to be very thin top 
sheet over my waist. I felt more comfortable now, and slipped off my 
shorts and t-shirt and handed them to the girls. Ondrea turned away, once 
more, and took them out of the room toward the washer and dryer.

Sarah had a smirk on her face and was looking toward the tend in the 
sheets that I tried, ineffectively, to cover with my arms. Karin too was 
looking there, and, to my cock-hardening surprise, was stroking her thigh, 
her shirt pulled up slightly, showing more than I think she realized.

Suddenly, Sarah turned, grabbed my bag, "I'll just put this out of the way 
so nobody trips on it tonight," and took it into her room at the start of 
the hall.

I heard the bang of the washing machine lid just before Ondrea returned. 
She grabbed Karin's arm and pulled her toward the hall, "Goodnight Dave!" 
they yelled as they flicked the light switch in the hall. I heard their 
doors shut.

Sarah returned from hers a few seconds later, "Do you have everything you 
need?"

"Um....I guess so."

She sat beside me on the bed, and leaned close to my face, "I hope so. I 
know you know about Karin and Ondrea's bet, and I know you're loving it." 

I felt her hand on my thigh.

"I'm going to do everything I can this weekend to make sure you have fun. 
I'm enjoying it too you know."

I turned toward her, a look of confusion on my face.

"Not seeing them I mean, but being in control. I also know that you're 
enjoying being embarrassed and seen naked. I intend to make sure that 
continues too."

I was red in the face realizing that I wasn't a closed book like I 
thought. 

At that, she gave me a light tantalizing kiss on the side of my mouth, and 
stood up. 

I watched as she walked to the side of the room, flicked the light switch 
and left me for her room.

Left me naked under a light-weight thin sheet, without a stitch of 
clothing within reach. 

Damn I was enjoying this weekend.