Wet Camp, Rough Nights (P&H)

The rain hammered against the nylon skin of the tent, a relentless percussion against the already saturated canvas. Brie shivered, pulling her damp pajamas tighter around her, a futile attempt to ward off the chill that had seeped into her bones. Trevor, ever the pragmatist, had secured the ripped section of the tent with rope and duct tape, a pathetic barricade against the elements, but a testament to their stubborn refusal to admit defeat. Pete and Holly’s tent, a haven of relative dryness, stood as a mocking reminder of their good fortune. The air hung thick with the scent of wet wool, mildew, and a hint of desperation.

“Oh my goodness, I am so thankful you guys have a jumbo size tent,” Brie said, her voice strained against the relentless drumming of the rain.

“We’re especially thankful to be in a DRY tent,” Trevor replied, his tone laced with a dry humor that did little to lighten the mood.

The initial burst of rain had been a deluge, a furious assault that had ripped through their carefully planned camping trip, turning their idyllic weekend into a soggy, chaotic mess. Now, huddled together in Trevor and Brie’s cramped quarters, they were left to contemplate the wreckage. The thought of spending another night in this damp, uncomfortable situation was unbearable.

Pete and Holly had arrived with high spirits, eager for a weekend of hiking, campfire stories, and carefree camaraderie. They’d been close friends for years, bound by a shared love of the outdoors and a healthy dose of mutual attraction. The unexpected downpour had thrown a wrench into their plans, but their friendship had proven remarkably resilient.

As they surveyed the damage, Holly’s gaze drifted over to Pete’s tent. The interior was illuminated by the warm glow of a lantern, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. And there, lounging on a makeshift bed of sleeping bags, was Pete, shirtless, his abs glistening with sweat. Beside him, leaning against the tent wall, was Holly, her white tank top pulled over her head, revealing a generous expanse of cleavage. A playful smirk stretched across her face as she caught Trevor’s eye.

“You weren’t kidding,” Brie murmured, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the scene. “Pete is rock hard!”

Holly replied, “Well, take a look at your husband.” Trevor, caught off guard by the blatant display of affection, flushed crimson. It wasn’t every day that he found himself sharing a tent with two stunning women, let alone contemplating the physical prowess of their friend.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Trevor said, his voice a little shaky.

Holly, ever the instigator, continued, “I didn’t think I would be saying this on our little Christian Best Friend camping trip… but, well, Trevor, you have a very nice looking cock!” Brie punched him lightly on the arm, a playful jab that served as both a reprimand and a form of encouragement.

“You picked a winner yourself,” Brie stated as she glanced again at Pete’s boner.

Instructive Holly returned. “Okay, guys, you two have been staring at each other for a while now. Let’s not let this get out of control. We each have a couples sleeping bag. We’ll all sleep naked. But this isn’t an orgy, so no sex stuff tonight, ok? Pete and I have an extra set of clothes you can wear tomorrow while your things dry out. Now, I think we’ve had enough time ogling our collective body parts. Let’s turn in for the night.”

Trevor said, “Uhm… I’m not sure about that. I mean, I’m in a tent with two gorgeous topless women. Trust me. I’m not in a good position to take my underwear off.”

Holly replied, “I’m flattered, Trevor. But don’t worry about it. Erections are quite natural, right honey?”

She looked over at Pete. He cleared his throat, “Uhm, right. Totally natural.”

Holly reached under the pillow Pete was holding and rubbed his shorts. “Yep, just as I suspected. Hard as a rock!”

“Can you blame me? First you, then her…”

“Listen,” Trevor interrupted, “if I’m getting full-on naked, we all are. We have to ALL go in. Are we doing this?”

Holly and Brie replied, “Yes.” “Okay.”

They all started peeling off clothes, socks, and underwear – four naked friends. They all decided to embrace the moment and just let it all hang out, unashamed.

Brie broke the ice, “You weren’t kidding. Pete is rock hard!” Pete’s face caught on fire.

Holly replied, “Well, take a look at your husband.” He was sporting a full hard-on, too.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” replied Trevor.

Holly said, “I didn’t think I would be saying this on our little Christian Best Friend camping trip… but, well, Trevor, you have a very nice looking cock! Brie is a lucky lady!”

“You picked a winner yourself,” Brie stated as she glanced again at Pete’s boner.

Instructive Holly returned. “Okay, guys, you two have been staring at each other for a while now. Let’s not let this get out of control. We each have a couples sleeping bag. We’ll all sleep naked. But this isn’t an orgy, so no sex stuff tonight, ok? Pete and I have an extra set of clothes you can wear tomorrow while your things dry out. Now, I think we’ve had enough time ogling our collective body parts. Let’s turn in for the night.”

Trevor and Brie took off their wet clothes and slid into their respective sleeping bags. As they lay there, sharing a single pillow, they couldn't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie. The shared experience of being drenched, humbled, and thoroughly exposed had forged an unexpected bond between them.

As the rain continued to fall, the tension in the tent began to build. Pete and Holly, unable to contain their mounting desires, started to inch closer together. The proximity of their bodies, combined with the damp heat of the night, created an atmosphere of intense anticipation. It wasn't long before their hands found each other, their fingers interlacing in a silent agreement.

The first tentative touches sent shivers down their spines. They continued to explore each other's bodies, their hands moving with a growing sense of urgency. Soon, the gentle caresses escalated into passionate kisses, their lips meeting with a desperate hunger. The air crackled with electricity as they lost themselves in the moment, their bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of limbs and longing.

The rain continued to fall, but it seemed to fade into the background as their senses became heightened. The scent of wet earth and pine needles mingled with the intoxicating aroma of their own arousal, creating a heady cocktail that fueled their desire. It wasn’t long before they succumbed to the inevitable, their bodies colliding in a frenzied embrace.

Their bodies writhed and moaned as they plunged deeper into each other's embrace. The sounds of their passion filled the cramped tent, a testament to the primal instincts that had been unleashed. Pete's cock was hard and stiff, pressing against Holly's ass, while she clung to him with both hands, her nails digging into his back.

The night wore on, and the rain continued its relentless assault on the tent. But inside, the four friends were lost in a world of pleasure, oblivious to the storm raging outside. The shared experience of their unexpected encounter had transformed them from casual acquaintances into something more profound – a group of naked friends united by a shared lust and a desperate need for connection.

As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the gaps in the tent, they finally broke free from their passionate embrace, their bodies aching and exhausted but deeply satisfied. They looked at each other, a knowing smile playing on their lips, and realized that their camping trip had taken an unexpected and unforgettable turn. They had come seeking adventure and camaraderie, but they had found something far more profound – a shared secret, a wild, uninhibited pleasure, and a deeper connection than any of them had ever imagined. The rain had ruined their trip, but it had also led them to an experience that would forever change their lives. As they began to pack up their wet belongings, they couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected storm that had brought them together in this moment of raw, unbridled passion.

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