My Fantasy - Chapter 3.1 - Camping Fun By mattbuck matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com
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Codes: MF, No sex, piss, WAM (water),
A few days after our orgy at John's house, Emma and I went camping with some of her friends.
Our campsite was near a wide stream. It wasn't big enough to be called a river, but it was fairly big, and slow flowing.
That night, we were all sitting by the one large tent, idly poking sticks into the campfire. We started playing a game of truth or dare. The game went on for a while - we were using a "spin-the-bottle" system to decide who would take the next truth/dare. Marc span the bottle, and it pointed to Emma. She chose Dare.
"Emma," he said ceremoniously, in his deep voice, "I dare you to strip naked in the bushes. We want proof, so throw your clothes out onto the grass. If you complete the dare, I will pay you £5."
"Well, as long as no-one looks." Emma said, and then winked at me. It wasn't exactly as if we had any secrets...
As Emma went into the bushes, and clothes started being thrown out onto the grass, Toby went round collecting them up. First came the T-shirt and trousers, then the panties and bra.
"OK, happy now?" Emma called.
"Yeah, sure." Marc answered. Toby was about to hand the clothes back in through the bush when he slipped and fell. The clothes went flying and landed in the stream. To his credit, he only said one word:
"Crap."
He was starting to peel off his shirt to try and fetch them back, when I stopped him, and offered to go instead. I called out to Emma that her clothes had gone in the stream. I stripped down to only my boxers, made sure that they were tight and dived in using a shallow dive.
The cold struck me immediately. The stream was like a flowing ice-cube, albeit liquid rather than solid. I surfaced under Emma's T-shirt. Luckily, she had only been wearing light clothes, so nothing had sunk. I hastily gathered her clothes, and scrambled out of the freezing water into the warmer night air.
Emma appeared in front of me, still naked, like a pink ghost, her brown nipples erect due to the cold air. She hugged me, warming me slightly, her hard nipples feeling incredible as they rubbed against my wet skin. She kissed me on the lips, her tongue invading my mouth, seeking companionship. I kept one hand between her shoulders, and let the other move down to her lower back, massaging her. She pulled away gently, sucking on my lower lip as she did so.
"I got your clothes back." I said simply. I bent down, and let her step into her wet panties before drawing them up her legs. She gasped as they hit her crotch.
It seemed that they had the effect that ice does. If you hold ice on your groin, your bladder inevitably relaxes, and so it was in this case. She moaned, and I saw a yellow stain start to grow on her cotton panties. Very soon, her panties were bulging outwards. I pulled her panties back down, and a cascade of hot piss flowed out. Quickly, I put my mouth to the stream, trying to block its source. The piss tasted delicious, and it was soon filling my mouth. Luckily for me, she stopped fairly quickly, before any escaped me. I didn't fancy going back in to wash my face. We went back to the stream, where I quickly rinsed her panties, and then, holding her by her shoulders and legs, dipped her into the cold water for her to wash herself. I went away quickly, and came back with my clothes, which she willingly put on. We went back to the tent, and lay there whilst Toby played his guitar outside. We left Emma's clothes to dry by the fire, and then went to sleep.