Public Nudity/Camping Day 1 - Put on your brothers shirt for dinner

The best option has to be your gray army shirt. Even if it wants to hang off your shoulders it will offer a lot more coverage than that old bikini, which you likely don't have the patience to figure out right now anyway. The shirt is quick and easy and you're much too horny to put any thought into anything else.

You give yourself another minute to settle down before sitting up and slipping your shirt on. It instantly falls off one shoulder and creeps toward the edge of the other. You manipulate the neckline, lifting your arms and pulling it behind you a little to get rid of some of the slack up top. That also shortens the bottom hem in front, but life is full of compromises.

You emerge from your tent half expecting the boys to be crowded around it, awaiting your exodus, but you are disappointed. It seems they've already forgotten about you. Henry and Stevie are whacking at the treeline while digging into some snacks, and Tommy and Adam are trying to get a fire started with some flint and grass. You stroll over to the fire pit to see if they could use a hand.

"Whatcha doin?"

"We're gonna cook some smokies," replies Tommy, watching Adam strike the flint over and over.

"Good idea. I'm starving. Where's Zach?" you ask, glancing around.

"He's getting wood," replies Adam, already sounding frustrated.

You observe silently as their grass refuses the light. Wanting to be helpful, you run over to the bins to find a bottle of fire starter along with a secret weapon. But even after dousing their bundle of grass in fuel it stubbornly won't light, Adam and Tommy both taking turns.

"Can I try?" you ask, crouched across from them.

"I guess," replies Adam, already defeated.

You've seen and tried lots of different fire starting methods before so you could probably get this working, but you end up 'cheating' instead. You dip a twig into the fuel then flick the lighter you grabbed from the bin to set it alight. Your twig candle makes quick work of setting the bundle of grass on fire.

"Well I coulda done that," Adam remarks with annoyance.

You smile broadly, lifting your chin and closing your eyes. "You're welcome!"

The boys start positioning twigs and branches over the quickly burning fire to build it up into something more sustainable, but Tommy seems to be a tad spaced out. You wonder if the long day is already getting to him then realize 'where' he's spacing. His head is real low, chin nearly to his chest, as he peers across at you just below his furrowed brow. It seemed at first that he wasn't focused on anything, but you come to understand that it's the complete opposite; he's trying his damnedest to zoom in on your crotch between your parted legs.

This deep squat you're in has put your pussy on display, your feet parted for balance and your thighs lifting your shirt. You dip your knees together slightly once you realize but stop yourself from closing them. What's the harm in letting him look a little? He's the most deserving here, having saved your shorts from the river. In fact, if he's interested, why not give him a better view?

Stretching to your left side for the furthest little twig just out of your reach, you pivot on your right heel and open up your legs as far as you can. Glancing to your periphery, you watch as Tommy's eyes light up and his mouth drops open a little, surprised and amazed at the unexpected show. You decide it's best you struggle for this twig a little, dropping your left hand and left knee to the ground as you surreptitiously spread sideways and spread eagle for your daring rescuer.

"Claire?"

Hearing your name startles you and you jerk your body. Already intentionally off balance, trying to push yourself up fails miserably. A second later you fall onto your butt and start rolling onto your back with your open legs in the air before you can get your arms behind you to catch yourself. In doing so you instantly triple your audience from one to three, flashing your pussy and asshole all at once.

"Woah!" comments Adam.

"Augh! Stupid legs!" you grumble. Embarrassed by such a ridiculous fall, you're quick to scramble up onto your knees. That was so careless. You can already feel your face reddening.

"Claire... you, umm..." starts Zach, not sure of how to say something. "You... helped with getting the fire going, huh?" he asks instead, clearly not where he was going with that.

After straightening your shirt, one side of it slipping off your shoulder, you do your best to pretend your incredible fail never happened. "Yeah! And it looks like you've got wood!" you reply cheekily.

Zach starts to bend forward, then remembers the armful of timber he's carrying. "Oh... yeah! I found some stuff for us in the bush. It's something to start with anyhow."

"They might sell firewood up at the camp office," you add helpfully.

"You can't buy firewood when you go camping, Claire.".

"Okay, but most campgrounds don't let you just chop down all the trees, Adam," you chide back.

"Well maybe you have a job or something, but I don't have money I can just burn like that, so..."

You and Adam are quick to agree to disagree by not pushing that spat any further. Zach drops the small logs so the boys can get a proper fire going and you leave to sort out the food. The boys immediately start arguing about the best way to stack their wood and you just roll your eyes. A moment later however a grin creeps onto your face.

"I'll show you how to handle your wood," you giggle to yourself as you dig through the food bins.

"What wood?" asks Henry, racing in beside you to grab himself his second or third granola bar.

"Um, nothing," you mumble back, grinning madly. "You know we're going to cook hot dogs, right?"

"Mhmm," he replies, opening up his bar.

You're not his mom, although you do feel responsible for these boys' well being. So with a shake of your head you pull out condiments, chips, smokies, and buns, and stage it all on the picnic table. Then you bring the hot dog sticks over and start sliding thick, firm meat over the thin hard rods. This is... so not sexual. At least it shouldn't be. You shouldn't be thinking impure thoughts about food, but gripping these fat, sweaty dogs in your palm does somehow manage to get your juices flowing, and not from your salivary gland. It's just proof of the sorry state you're still in and must be why you so brazenly flashed Tommy (and Zach, and Adam) just minutes ago. That trip to the beach was more successful than you had intended, even if you were clothed most of that time.

The boys fight over the hot dog sticks as soon as they realize they're all out and loaded. There's only three proper rods, but thankfully they all hold 2 dogs each so no one actually has to wait for a dog. Henry and Adam end up being the odd ones out and neither are content to accept their lack of rod silently. Adam is very quick to grab a knife so he can whittle a stick down to a sufficient state to allow him to stab a hotdog. Henry just harasses his brother, trying to beg and plead for a turn, wanting desperately to cook his own smokie for no specific reason.

Although no one should have to wait, Tommy and Zach both decide that their two hot dogs are their own since they cooked them. Neither Adam nor Henry are concerned since their focus is more on cooking than eating. Thankfully Stevie is willing to share his with you so you don't have to wait any longer. Once everyone (eventually) gets some food in them the moodiness mellows out and everyone becomes a bit more agreeable. Thankfully there's just enough wood to cook with. By the time everyone has had their fill there's only one stubborn little log left on the fire, the branches and sticks that Zach found not holding up for very long.

"Hey Claire," says Stevie while you're cleaning up the remnants of dinner. "Me and Adam are gonna scope out the campgrounds before it gets dark. Wanna come?"

• Explore the campground before dark with Adam and Stevie
• Hang out with Zach, Henry and Tommy at the waning campfire Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 22:32, 10 January 2020 (CET)