The Ghost of Benanee - Sex Stories

The Ghost of Benanee

... out."

They went back to watching the coals slowly burn down. The country had remained quiet and mercifully bug free. There was the occasional distant bird call but not much else disturbed the night. The thought that someone else was nearby had gone with the appearance of the stars. Vicky yawned and closed her eyes. It had to have been a trick of the setting sun. Nobody in their right mind would be wandering around here, and to be at this place right now when they had turned up? Crazy odds.

Vicky rubbed her cheek against Daryl's chest and sighed. She'd always wanted a big sister, and her friend went above and beyond what she had hoped for. A confidante, a friend, a protector and something unexpected, a very un-sisterly fun time partner. Daryl's arm had curled around her torso and her hand lightly cupped her bare breast. It was one of the things that made the whole relationship of the trio special. Snuggling without expectations. Based on previous experience, a guy would probably be mauling her tits and wanting her on her back by now. A hand started lightly stroking her hair, with a soft, gentle, almost hesitant touch. Vicky smiled and said, "This is nice Daz, but I think we'd better go to bed. You're making me drop off."

"No worries. I have to admit, I was nodding off too."

Vicky slid off and turned, holding out her hands. Daryl grabbed them and laughed as Vicky leaned back to help her up. "Thanks Vick. I'd better find a tree first." She threw her shorts and ...

... undies into the tent and picked up a roll of toilet paper from the back of the car. "What about you?"

Vicky shook her head. "No, I'm fine."

Daz walked to a spot well away from their camp and squatted. "You're going to have to go sooner or later, you know," she said, and patted herself dry.

"I know, but to be honest, I'm feeling dehydrated. There's nothing in the tank." She tossed her clothes into the tent and stretched. "This is great though, wandering around naked."

Daz tossed the damp paper in the fire and patted her friend's bum. "It is. Tomorrow, I think I'll leave the bra and undies off. Let things get some air."

"That's a good idea." Vicky crawled into the tent and lay on the airbed. "Less washing."

"Yeah. Less washing was top of my thoughts too." Daryl chuckled and tossed her tank top into the tent, then removed her bra. "Oh, that's better," she sighed as she lifted her boobs. "I hate wearing that thing."

"I know you do." Vicky tapped the bed. "You think yours are too big, I don't like the look of mine, Jo hates her pointy nipples. I guess we're doomed by our boobies."

Daryl settled down beside her. "I guess. But I do like yours."

Vicky slid her hand under Daryl's breast and lifted it. "Well, I like yours, but I can understand why you think they're a pain. There's a lot of weight there."

"Yup. A couple of kilos each. I weighed them using a bucket of water."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. Just a hint, don't use cold water."

Vicky giggled and ...