Hello all. I hope you are enjoying as much as I am writing it. I have room in my outline for a few more dares if you want to leave a suggestion/request in the comments.
Day 2 (the challenge)
Rickett woke up the next day with a bit of a hangover and was not alone in his groggy state. All of the crew was slow to rise to start rehydrating and recovering. He wasn't the first one awake, but he was the first one up. He made his way over to the camp showers and was relieved to find nearly no line. With that out of the way and feeling a bit more refreshed, he visited one of the food booths to hopefully be the hero. He knew the recovery habits of most of the people on the trip and had even learned Sandra's when she talked about her first priority for the next day.
The booth was prepared for a large order and equipped him with a few bags and trays to carry it all. They had most of what he needed and what was not available would likely brook no complaint. He arrived back and set the food out on an outside table near the main RV window. Water bottles with a liquid IV powder followed in a stack next to the table and he opened the window to let the scents drift in. Rickett sat down to enjoy his own breakfast and didn't have to wait long for the door to open.
Sandra blinked at the brightness of outside before poking her head out to inspect the table. She was dressed in the same top she wore to bed and a cute pair of dark panties. Even with her hair mussed and the look of a wild night weighing on her, she was attractive. She stepped down looking like she was following her nose to a box and flipped up the lid. The happy sound she made at the back of her throat made the whole thing worth it. She turned, clutching the box to her chest, and met Rickett's eyes. He was a bit taken back by the adoration and gratitude in those pretty green eyes, and they both found themselves grinning.
"Do I propose now or a bit later on today after showering?" She said with a light laugh. "Feeding a girl first thing when she needs it will get you EVERYTHING."
He laughed back and shrugged, "You are welcome to get on your knees and propose whatever you want..." He winked, earning a blush. "Can't say you will get it though as someone beat you to snapping me up. However, you can enjoy my exceptional services free of charge or commitment. I just like to see my friends light up. Speaking of which."
Lance stood at the top of the RV steps looking good in just his boxers and grinning. "I fucking love you Rickett," he called out loudly enough to earn a few groans from inside the RV. "Get your asses up! Rickett got us breakfast. No bitching!" He earned several more groans and crude remarks, but the crew slowly roused themselves.
Rickett found it more than a little fun to watch the mood shift from grumpy fatigue to happiness as slowly the group shifted from zombies back into people. Everyone had long since grown comfortable with each other so that they didn't care sitting and eating in their limited sleepwear. Seeing everyone in a state that few others got to see ended up being exciting as well. Danni's little white top was barely up for the task of holding in her chest and there was definitely some spillage when she leaned down to give Rickett a kiss in thanks for breakfast. Olivia's loose top hanging to mid-thigh left everything visible from the sides and Lance embarrassed himself noticing. It is very hard to hide even a partial erection when clad in only one's boxers.
Teasing Lance about it triggered a round of deflections and suggestions that everyone was showing off on purpose. After all, there was no way that Sandra's panties had snugged up so far on accident when she sat down... or that his wife "forgot she had nothing on" under her robe that needed adjustments on the regular... or that Miles wore the tightest possible underwear just so it would outline things. As things were pointed out, giggles and claims of innocence were met with scoffs and 'I knew it' s and everyone found themselves in a playful mood.
As Matt tugged his tank top down over his stirring crotch, he met Sandra's appreciative glance and blushed. She couldn't believe the vibe of sexual tension and how it seemed to just be the norm with her new group of friends. Before going on the trip, she had asked Danni (who she knew was a swinger) if anyone else was as well. Danni had given her a rueful laugh and lamented on how they were all wicked teases. However, despite appearing like some swinging orgy would break out any moment, it never had. Things had happened, but it was all just surface level and it drove Danni and Miles crazy.
Last night, Sandra had chatted with Tami on the dynamic and her embarrassed friend, too drunk to resist talking, had confirmed what Danni had said. Sitting there, eating and watching that sexual tension mount like dried tinder piled higher and higher, Sandra realized she could be the match. A little push and the inferno that would result would be probably leave them all unable to move the next day. But should she light it? If they kept revving her engines like this, she wouldn't have much choice on that front. She had never been good at resisting her cravings and felt proud of herself for not breaking Rickett's will last night.
Her eyes tracked to him and she felt heat build inside her. All this eye candy for a bi-sexual woman had already flipped her switch on, but memories of that cock last night and her toes in his mouth dampened her panties. She was going to run out of clothes at this rate... She pulled her eyes away and caught Miles looking at the new damp patch forming around her camel toe. Despite Danni and Miles' offer, Sandra hadn't had a chance to try out that inhuman beast that had only gotten bigger in those tight underwear. Thoughts of being spitted between Rickett and Miles made her bite her lip and press her legs together lest she REALLY make a mess.
