The Ghost of Benanee - Sex Stories

The Ghost of Benanee

... expertise." Daryl stood up and stretched. "I'm thinking just instant noodles for dinner and an early night. I'm... a bit confused. I need a good night's sleep. Maybe things will be a bit clearer in the morning."

After dinner, the two stripped off and crawled into the tent.

"Just cuddle?" Vicky asked.

Daryl gave her a wry smile and pushed a curl off her face. "Just cuddle. Unless you want me to do that other nipple shot."

"No," she sighed, "I'm not really in the mood to do anything like that. So, after breakfast, do you want to go back and have a look around Clara's house?"

Daryl nodded. "Yeah, I'd like to have a good look around. Find their water tank, any remains of a veggie patch or chicken coop." She sat up. "Clara, if you don't mind, I'd like to photograph your property from the air, but please don't muck about with the drone - the small aircraft. It's not mine and it's expensive."

Not getting a response, she shrugged and lay back, stretching out an arm. "Hope that's a yes."

Vicky dropped her head on the arm and rolled against Daz, draping a leg over her pelvis. "I suppose it's ok. After all, she did lead us there." She looked up and puckered her lips. "Goodnight Gorgeous."

Daryl gently kissed her lips. "Night, Little Red."

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There was an odd coolness on Vicky's back. She was still in the same position, with her front against Daryl's side, but she knew someone had cuddled up behind her. It was almost identical to how Daryl snuggled into ...

... her - the head on her shoulder, boobs in the back and the wiry scratchiness of pubes on her bum. It just felt cooler.

"Good night Clara." She smiled as she felt an arm rest on her waist.

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Daz grunted and tried to roll over onto her side. Her knees were starting to ache, and she wanted to roll to a different position, but was thwarted by Vicky pinning her down. She sighed and tried to carefully extricate herself from the tangle of limbs over her, which led to the realisation that she was being hugged by more than one person. Vicky's arm was pushed up into her favourite spot, under her boobs, and her upper leg was also annoyingly resting on her other favourite spot - Daryl's bladder. There was the feeling of another arm just under Vicky's, and a leg pushing against her thigh. The feeling was reminiscent of when the three uni students jammed themselves into her bed to sleep. Except tonight, there was no physical arm or leg pressing against her.

"Excuse me ladies," Daz muttered, "I need to stretch."

The invisible arm and leg moved.

"Thanks Clara."

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"Did you notice there was an extra person in the tent last night?"

Daryl nodded. "Yes, and Clara is more considerate than you and Jo. She moved when I asked."

"Sorry. Anyway, do you want to drive to her house?"

"Yeah, I think so. We'll probably spend most of the day there." Daryl drained the rest of her coffee and stood up. "Let's leave the tent here and just take what we need for the day. This is a ...