If you sucked down a deep breath—the kind where you feel the air press down on the bottom of your lungs, you can make out the scent from last year's camping trip trapped between the folds of the Gore-Tex domed tent. The mildew-ish smell was more offensive when I first freed the rolled up shelter from its stow-away condom, thankfully over the last several hours, baking under the Jersey summer sun it allowed being inside bearable.
"One hundred bucks, you promise you're going to give it to me?" Jessie asked me for the third time.
I pressed my hand against my chest, the area right in front of my heart, and swore to her again that if she stepped foot outside the tent wearing only her black and Bonnie blue North Face hiking shoes and ran down to the lake and back, I'd make fork over the money.
Jessie giggled. Its sound cute and mesmerizing like the tangles of blonde curls spiraling down from the top of her head, dangling below her shoulder blades.
She kicked at the tent door, a flap of fabric bordered by a heavy-duty, dirt colored zipper. "It's still too light out."
"It's only worth fifty to me if it's too dark outside." I amended my offer based on her desire for less light.
The blonde bombshell shivered. "If I do it and Valerie finds out, she'll skin me alive and kill you."
"I'm not going to tell her." I sensed her apprehension would eventually whittle away at the brashness needed to act out my dare. I needed to work harder. "If Valerie was here, I'd dare her to do it too. But as you can see, work is more important to her than streaking down to the lake and back for a hundred bucks."
Valerie drew her skinny legs up to her stomach and set her chin down on her knees. I glimpsed at her crotch. The fabric of her tight fitting, olive green, seven pocket hiking shorts had wedged itself between the folds of her pussy. I wondered if she had on underwear.
"She'll be here tomorrow." Valerie reminded me.
"She's not here now, you are. So who else am I supposed to dare?"
"I'd be embarrassed." She smiled, but her eyes lowered, avoiding contact with mine.
"There's nobody around for miles." I reminded her. "Nobody will see you but me, which I need to in order to know that you actually did it, so I can award you the money."
Jessie toes tapped momentarily and then she looked up, "How about topless for fifty?"
I acted the part of a man applying ample consideration to her offer. "Topless for fifty dollars? You know, I really wanted to see if you shaved, but in a weekend camper's effort to have some fun," I held out my hand for her to shake, "I'll take that deal."
She playfully slapped it away. "If that's all you wanted to know, you should have just asked and I would have told you for free. Yes, I do shave." "All?" I asked.
Jessie's face lit up the color of a stop sign. "Yes, all!"
"I'll leave you to get undressed. " I carefully stood up, not wanting to reveal the other tent I'd erected inside my pants, and then quickly exited.
Jessie popped her head out, looked around, and emerged shielding her breasts with her hands. "To the lake and back, right?" She winked at me.
I watched her meander across the 100 foot stretch of campground needed to arrive to the point where water touched the lake's shoreline. Halfway out she lowered her hands and walked the rest of the way exposing the tits I wanted to see to the ducks lazily floating on the water's surface. "You're such a tease," I shouted at her.
At the edge of the lake she teased me further by turning around and waving. Jessie turned back around and wigged down her shorts. She bent over and mooned me. My cock, having much sharper vision then my eyes at this distance pushed hard against my pants. "Oh great," I shouted "you got me excited."
On her return trip, Jessie's hands had resumed their covering positions. She stopped next me. The corners of her smile pointed at cheeks flush with blood. "Imagine if Valerie drove up right now. You like that and me like this, what would she think?"
I glanced down, my cock, which was as hard as the rocks we'd used to make the campfire circle, pointed at her like a hunting dog. I fought off the urge to wrap my arms around Jessie, wondering if she'd resist, or willfully allow me to have her. I also wondered if she was as wet as I was hard.
Jessie scooted back inside the tent and re-merged moments with her top back on. "You owe me seventy-five bucks now."
