We went camping this last weekend with our friends Sam and Liz. We booked the site from Thursday to Sunday but last minute Sam got roped into taking his mom to a doctors appointment Friday morning. We were having a beer with them Wednesday to plan meals and grocery shopping so we could split the duties. I said no big deal. We’ll head out Thursday and you guys can join us Friday afternoon. My wife chimed in “or Liz can come with us Thursday if she wants.” We ended up settling on that. At first I was a little bummed out because I thought a night with just my wife sounded fun and I’d end up the third wheel of Liz came with us but then decided an evening with two good looking gals to myself sounded nice too.
We picked her up Thursday morning and realized our car wouldn’t fit all their stuff so Sam would have to bring it Friday. I quickly realized this meant Liz would be sleeping with us in our tent. An enticing thought even though I knew it wouldn’t lead to anything crazy.
So we settled into the camp site and took the dogs to the beach and o had a few beers while the ladies were chugging White Claws like they were going out of style. We had a 12 pack of variety flavors and it was gone by the evening and they even had red wine with our dinner of hotdogs. They were loopy around the fire giggling and joking. I definitely became the third wheel but it was an entertaining site. Eventually it was time to hit the sack.
My wife had made a bed by laying a large foam pad in our tent then an unzipped sleeping bag with a large blanket on top. I settled into the side while they went to the bathroom. When they came in, drunk and giggly they told me not to look because Liz didn’t have pajamas and had to sleep in her underwear. I laughed it off but was playing scenarios of how I could get a peek at her. Well, I couldn’t. Not then anyway. She climbed under the blanket with my wife and they both removed their jeans and tossed them to the corner. We all drifted off pretty quick.
I’m a light sleeper so when Liz shifted a bit in the middle of the night it woke me. I glanced over and it was pretty much pitch black. I could see her silhouette against the tent wall basically. I saw/heard her slip on her sandals and exit the tent in just her underwear and a t shirt. She made her way maybe fifteen feet from the tent and I could hear her peeing. Not a pee guy so this wasn’t like arousing for me or anything. She then came back and fell asleep and I did too.
Around sunrise I was struggling to sleep. Uncomfortable bed and it was already getting hot. I decided to get up but when I rolled over it was clear in the night my wife had pulled more blankets over her. Liz was on her back with her leg stretched out from under the blanket. Like spread out so her inner thigh was faced up. The blanket d****d right above her crotch but I could see the string of her red panties at her hip. I took a few glances then must have moved enough to wake her up. I shut my eyes and heard her stirring a bit. I risked it by opening them but just in time to see her sitting up faced away sliding her jeans on as she stood up. Her butt was five feet from my face. Bright red panties. Not a thong but small in the butt area and after a night of sleep they were wedged well up her crack. She’s got a really nice and toned yoga body with a perfectly round bubble butt. Her cheeks had a nice jiggle as she got her pants up. I immediately shut my eyes again until I heard her leave.
We had breakfast then Sam showed up and I helped him set up their tent. All the while thinking about his wife’s butt cheeks. I’ve seen her in a bikini with cheeky bottoms loads of times but there’s something about underwear that just hits a little sexier. It was a fun weekend but unfortunately no other thrills aside from my wife and I fooling around in our tent.
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