There was one week of summer vacation remaining between the end of the 'unofficial' staff yearbook project and the beginning of the school year. John and Ashley, teachers in the same district and occasional sexual partners, decided a road trip was in order.
An invitation to join them was immediately e-mailed to Susan Fielding, former teacher turned model and close friend to both John and Ashley. Susan's calendar appeared to be clear and she excitedly called Ashley.
"Where we going?"
Ashley held the cell phone away from her ear so John could hear.
"You tell us," John answered.
"The beach," Susan quickly replied.
"Well, that narrows it down to a few thousand miles of land," John said sarcastically.
Ashley tried to intercede. "How about Bear Lake? It shouldn't be too crowded this late in the summer."
"Sure. That's fine. Are we camping?"
Susan's question caught both John and Ashley off guard, but they nodded to each other before John said, "Why not. You don't own a tent, do you?"
"No," Susan said.
"Good. You'll have to share ours then," John concluded.
Ashley punched his arm and John let out a loud 'Ouch'.
They could hear Susan laugh on the other end. It was going to be a fun trip.
Susan Fielding was in her mid twenties. She taught a couple years with Ashley and John before accepting an offer to be a magazine model—an offer made possible primarily because of photos taken by John. Payment the day of the photo shoot had been in the form of amazing sex in the woods. From that a friendship grew.
John and Ashley continued to teach and John continued to be an amateur photographer. Ashley had just turned thirty and John was about a year older. She was a brunette with a nice body and endless energy. He was pretty much average all the way around except in bed. Both Susan and Ashley could attest to that. Nothing seemed to be out of bounds the longer their relationship lasted.
Thus, the three of them packed John's SUV with gear and suitcases and headed off for Bear Lake. It was an hour and a half drive into the mountains to get to the popular resort. Bear Lake was a golf community/public beach/campground all rolled into one. It was classy enough and expensive enough even to camp that generally there were very few kids around. Perfect for the non-family oriented threesome.
They checked in at the campground office, giving the young guy behind the counter his thrill for the day. To say Ashley and Susan were dressed casually was a gross understatement. They laughed about the guy's constant staring at the girls' breasts while driving back to find a good campsite.
It was reasonably easy to find a secluded site deep in the woods, well hidden from the road. The group excitedly emptied John's vehicle and dragged the tent, poles and stakes to the flattest ground.
Now it was John's turn for a few thrills. Susan had a tank top on that made no effort to hide the fact she was braless and Ashley had her usual tight, v-neck t-shirt on. She, likewise, had seen no need for a bra on this day. John did not have to go out of his way to catch several glimpses of their breasts hanging free while the girls helped set up the tent. And, within minutes, the heat of the day caused perspiration to make the tops even more form-fitting than before.
John drove the last of the stakes into the ground as Ashley and Susan put suitcases and John's camera equipment into the tent.
"Whew, it's hot in here," Susan exclaimed.
"John, are we done?" Ashley shouted.
"Yeah. Why?" he asked.
"If so, I'm taking a shower." Ashley rummaged through her bag for another shirt and her shower supplies.
"Me, too," Susan added.
"Can I watch?" John said, peeking in through the unzipped window.
"Pervert," Ashley said, heading out the front with Susan close behind.
The bath house was a typical, well-maintained dark wood building with sinks, toilets and shower stalls. Men on one side of the building, women on the other. It was probably a bustling place in the morning, but when the girls arrived they found themselves alone.
They each entered a shower stall and swiftly undressed. It felt good to be out of the sticky clothes. Susan reached in and turned on the water, adjusting it before climbing behind the plastic curtain.
Ashley turned the knob to her shower and promptly had it fall into her hand.
"Shit."
"What is it?" Susan cried out.
"The knob's broken." Ashley tried in vain to get it to turn on a flow of water, of any temperature.
"Get it to work?" Susan asked.
"Nope," Ashley said in disgust.
There was a momentary quiet, except for the sound of Susan's shower.
"You can join me." It was more of a question than a statement coming from Susan's stall.
"No, that's OK. I'll wait," Ashley said, still a little surprised by what Susan said.
"Ah, come on."
Ashley had seen John's pictures of Susan in a threesome with another couple. She had seen the pictures of Susan and the other woman having oral sex. She knew Susan wasn't a lesbian. Yet...
Ashley found herself, without apparent reason, exiting her own stall and slipping into Susan's. She was convinced she would not allow herself to enter the shower. Then Susan peeked out from behind the curtain.
Susan's blonde hair hung soaking wet down to her shoulders. Water dripped erotically off her face. When she pulled the curtain open and Ashley saw that naked body, all of her common sense was swept away.
A force seemed to pull Ashley into the shower. Susan closed the curtain behind her.
"Hi," Susan said with a demure smile.
