"I guess we're not the only ones out here, after all," I said, nodding.
"Can you make out who it is?" Bonnie said. "I mean, are they boys or girls—or one of each? Should we invite them over to share brunch?"
We all looked at each other, hesitating. None of us was sure we were ready to share ourselves with anyone else after last night's orgy.
Hannah suddenly looked in my direction.
"Jade," she said. "Did you bring your binoculars from home? Let's see what they look like close-up. If it's a couple, they might just want to be left alone."
I nodded and hurried back to my tent to retrieve my field glasses from my backpack. When I returned to the group, Hannah took the glasses from my hand as we all crouched down on the mossy ground, spying on the interlopers.
Hannah held the glasses up to her eyes and swiveled the focus button on top.
"Holy shit!" she said. "It's two guys. Two very young guys!"
"How young exactly?" Lilly said.
Hannah paused as she steadied the binoculars over her forehead and adjusted the focus.
"Late teens, early twenties at most. And they're cute! Long hair, a little rough around the edges maybe, but buff!"
"I guess we know at least one of us is on board with that," I said.
We all peered over at Lilly and she chuckled as she smiled at us slyly.
"Sounds like the kind of guys who would drive a beat-up Pathfinder," she said, remembering the other car in the parking lot of our trailhead.
Hannah turned around and looked at each of us carefully.
"What do you say, girls? Should we invite them over? I mean, I don't want to spoil our fun, but this could mix things up quite nicely. Think of all the permutations this could make. I bet those horny teenagers would jump at a chance to join six sexy girls alone on a deserted island."
We all looked at one another for a moment, then we giggled and stood up on the bank of our island.
"Over here!" Hannah yelled, waving her arms over her head trying to get the attention of the two paddlers. "Come to Momma, you sexy little hunks."
We all jumped up and down on the shore screaming and yelling, and the canoeists stopped paddling for a moment, looking in our direction. Then they looked at one another, unsure of our intention.
"Oh, for crying out loud," Hannah said, peeling off her shirt and bra. "I think they need a little more encouragement.”
We all peeled off our tops and jumped up and down on the shoreline, our tits bouncing up and down.
"Here we are!" Lilly shouted. "Six sexy, horny girls! Come dip your paddles in some even hotter water!"
The canoeists suddenly began paddling again, and I saw the boat begin to turn in our direction.
Oh boy, I thought. Now we've really gotten ourselves into a row of trouble...
Volume 2
Webcam Chat
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Cybersurfing
After my playdate with the dominatrix, I felt I needed a breather to regain control over my sex life. My little excursion into the world of BDSM had been fun, but being whipped and hog-tied by a domme had its limits. Now it was my turn to set the terms of engagement. I wanted to be back in the driver's seat and branch out beyond one dominant partner.
One lonely night at home, I sat down in front of my computer and began searching for some online fun. I wanted something different from the run-of-the-mill porn—something more engaging. I needed something involving a live, two-way interaction. With a real person, someone with whom I could share a genuine, passionate, if only temporary, relationship. A virtual fuck buddy, for want of a better word.