All girls in this story are over 18, as noted in chapter 1. Readers should read the first part of this story (Girls Camp! Day 1) before reading this one!
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I woke up this morning and placed the underwear from the girl I nailed last night with the other two I had been given as a souvenir. I had always liked collecting, but did not expect this.
The day began quite late after a long sleep in for the girls, a cheerleading squad of about 15, the two married teachers, and myself. The kitchen was stocked with cereal for the week and this was the easiest option in the vacancy of any willing cooks. Emma, the female teacher, greeted me with a smile as I entered the small communal hall, remembering my comment about her sexy nightwear last night. She was probably the first one up this morning, and looked fresh. And sexy as ever.
She discussed her plans for the group to go for a hike, and of course I offered to be their guide. So she got the girls ready while I had breakfast and a shower. We left at about 11am.
It was another hot summers day and the girls were again in their shorts. They made sure their friends helped them rub lotion into their backs and covered their legs. I was in awe once again at their collaborative appearance. Despite their varying heights, appearance and ethnicity, they were all toned and skinny, a perfect mix of muscle and flesh in their thighs. How could I not admire such bodies around me.
As I led the group through a bush track I knew well, leading to a waterfall, I overheard the conversation of three girls behind me. It started off as a meaningless rant about their boyfriends, but moved on to the fall in share prices. I was shocked to say the least that girls like these could have such knowledgeable conversations. Economics being the degree I had studied for two years in university, I understood their conversation and was impressed with their insight. I turned to join them and realised one girl had left. Obviously this kind of talk was over her head.
One girl was a tall, busty south American girl, with legs that never ended and an ass that could keep me in a trance for hours. The other was a smaller girl of a confusing ethnicity. She looked a little bit Asian, with beautiful olive skin and flowing black hair that fell on her small shoulders. Her body was more gentle, and the way she walked was tantalising. I was glad that I had two girls here who could hold an intelligent conversation for the rest of the hike.
By the time we had arrived, I had learnt all about their ambitions to study at the top universities, and gave them advice based on my own experience. In some ways I was annoyed the walk came to an end, as the other girls gasped in relief that we finally arrived at the water hole. My two friends were dragged away and once again I was left to watch the throng of girls in bikinis splash into the water. This time the two teachers joined them, and Emma ran some underwater training exercises that the girls seemed to enjoy.
I was talking to Mike, the only other man for the week, about the woes of being a teacher. He was a genuine guy, but far too loud and confident for me to become mates with him. I could imagine the worst of him, but see why Emma married him. Suddenly we heard a yelp form down in the water and saw that one of the girls had hit her head on a rock while underwater. "Great!" I thought, "just what I need."
It was the Asian girl I had befriended earlier, and she seemed to have taken a pretty heavy knock. The girl who was partly to blame for knocking her off the jumping rock was this stuck-up blonde girl who acted as though she ran the place. I'm sure there were many people who would have liked to slap her in the face. Trained in first aid, I had the girl lying down, and she soon recovered from her dizziness enough to sit up. It was decided that Mike and I would help her back to the camp as she needed to rest. However her friend, the leggy girl, offered to help and go with her, so that Mike could stay and help Emma get the girls back. So with one arm around each of our shoulders, we began the walk back to camp. I talked to them a little bit, but our focus was on keeping the Asian girl on her feet.
By the time we got back to camp, I think we were all tired and grateful to be able to put the girl down in her bed. As her friend bent over to talk to the drowsy girl, her shapely ass was on show for me. Her short denim shorts struggled to contain it, just as her thin top barely contained her wonderful globes. She offered me a seat on her bed in the next room as we both collapsed, tired and hot.
We talked, and being so close to the girl made me realise the smoothness of her skin, the way a little bit of sweat made her cleavage shine delightfully, and her beautiful eyes. She told me she was Brazilian, and I learnt she was a great dancer. I told her to show me and she wasn't shy. A soft music came from a player, and she pulled me up while she started dancing. The way she moved her body was amazing, shaking her hips, rubbing her ass on my crotch. I did little but sway and hold her arms or hands, but she seemed to go with it. Soon we were standing close to each other, she just a little shorter than me so that our eyes looked deeply into one another's.