Chapter 12

Wednesday

Camp Life

Prepper life was full of chores and more meetings than I had at my busy day job at the State Department. That didn’t mean we didn’t have fun. Our group was full of creative people. Freed by their Libertarian ideals, a leave-us-alone mindset, to create and live without boundaries others felt constrained by.

I ran at an easy pace across the athletic field finish line, the end of the 2-mile trail run, followed by Sydney and Grace, all of us sweaty, the early morning hour not much of a break from the heatwave. In front of us, a large circus-sized tent was in the process of being set up in the middle of the 3-acre town square. Well, not quite a circus tent, but big and white with three big wood posts down the middle and more on the sides. The makings of a long stage running down the length. Carlos’s money keeps his young wife happy. Taking inspiration from other nudist clubs, Black Hawk Commons is having its first nudist fashion show this weekend, and Maria is in charge.

Carlos counted us in while calling out times. Making sure we cooled down and drank lots of water. I would have a big coffee after another late night. This morning, there were about thirty who showed up for morning PT (physical training). Devorah jogged in alongside Jane, her new running partner. I waved at the naked, sweaty teens; both wore sports bras, their heavy tits demanding confinement during the run.

“How’s the build-out going?” I asked. A Nudist fashion show? Had been my first question. We don’t wear clothes. Accessories, Maria and my girls had explained. I could see the balance in my bank account getting smaller already.

The big man, a retired US Marine and successful Miami real estate developer, grinned at me. “Pete, can I borrow Tommy and his tool belt this morning? It would be a big help,” he asked as I cooled down with light stretches.

I’d fucked his wife yesterday and gotten handsy with his pretty mother-in-law. I was gone before he came back home. Nothing said, he’d dutifully conveyed his wife’s request for me and Devorah to visit her.

“Of course. As soon as I see him, I’ll send him over and come by too.” I meant it, I liked working with my hands and helping friends. My family was big supporters of Habitat for Humanity home builds in Virginia.

He put a big hand on my shoulder. “I found another cache site yesterday, perfect for some of the new gear I have coming in next week.”

I nodded, then smiled at the slender, teenage girl cooling down behind Carlos. She had small, perky breasts, her long brown hair worn in a thick braid; this was probably Isabella. A light sheen of sweat covered her naked body as she drank water, cooling down like the rest of us. Nike running shoes and a hat were all she wore, like my two girls. On the tall side, with well-defined muscular arms and legs. She was attractive, with a bit of teen girl attitude; it appeared she could run fast and was at the front of the pack from the start, jetting out of sight.

Carlos saw where my eyes went. “Bella, say hi to my friend Pete,” he said. Bella’s frown broke into a wide white smile as she gave me a little wave. “Hi, nice to meet you.” Her English was lightly accented, Puerto Rican, from what Carlos had said.

“You too,” I said, then added. “I’m glad you could join us this week. Over there are my daughters, Sydney and Grace,” I waved. My girls waved back, “If you want some girlfriends to hang out with, they’ll be at the pool after lunch.” I said, doing my best to make the teenager feel welcome at Twin Peaks.

Carlos grinned, “Thank you. I’m sure we will see you at the pool after we work on the tents.” Bella smiled still. According to Carlos, she wasn’t happy with step-mom Maria; on the other hand, she apparently didn’t have a problem taking her clothes off.

“Good news about the possible cache site. Give me an hour to round up Tommy and grab our tool belts,” I said.

Heading into the community center, I trailed behind Sydney and Grace. Both looked fantastic in running shoes, their sweaty, trim, naked bodies the epitome of the classic athletic beauty treasured by the ancient Greeks (and Playboy).

Would Heidi be home when we got back to the cabin? Last night she’d gone to the Johnsons with Tommy while Juliet spent the night with me. Stanly would have fucked her, my wife enjoying him, maybe a threesome with Beverly. It bothered and excited me, the thoughts. Heidi lived with the fact that I was having sex with other women. The two weeks she had here were her chance to exercise her inner slut.

Julite, seventeen, shy, with coppery red hair, and fair skin like her mom, Beverly, spent the night in my bed. Before adjourning to the bedroom, we had a nice family evening, a few hands of UNO after dinner, and watched TV. The first two episodes of season 1 of The Vampire Diaries on DVD were chosen over the first season of Glee, as we waited for the cabin to cool down. Being the perverted old man I was, I fondled Juliet while we lay on the couch surrounded by my kids and Tanya. Halfway into episode 1, I put my cock inside her from behind, both of us still watching the show. We sat in the near dark as the sun set outside, watching a small-town girl, Elena, get pulled into a dark world by a pair of sexy vampire brothers. By then, Juliet was orgasming, and my kids were eating bowls of ice cream. Taking my time, I kissed her nice and long as I enjoyed the shy girl’s delightful body, helping her relax and feel comfortable with us. I came inside Juliet at the start of episode 2, Sydney watching us, sitting at the end of the couch, my feet in her lap.

Watching my girls order fruit smoothies at the restaurant, I was again struck by the perfection in their young nude bodies. All three of my kids were student athletes. We needed games, contests of strength and skill, like the ancient Greeks. Another chance for the Black Hawk Commons to come together.

I took a breakfast burrito and a cup of coffee from Natalya, who was working this morning. Seeing her pretty face reminded me we still had a date to set up. Sydney was already behind the wheel of the Gator when I got outside, Grace beside her, so I sat in the back and prayed she wouldn’t crash as I ate my burrito.

I spent the rest of my morning with Tommy, working alongside Carlos and representatives of the company he rented the tents from. More than one, the big one, and a couple of smaller multipurpose ones. Tommy and I assembled the “runway,” a nice and sturdy stage, that would put the models at eye level.

Maria came by, wearing a straw sunhat, tight walking shorts, and a day-glow green bikini top that barely managed to cover her nipples. The workmen were the only reason she bothered to be modest, I was sure. Tommy and I grinned at each other, pausing to take cans of cold Mountain Dew from a cooler and drink.

Maria held a clipboard and phone as she walked the site, checking our work. She and Carlos had loud conversations in Spanish. Isabella lurked in the background in shorts and a tank top, helping where her dad directed. Tommy and I talked to her some. She was a nice kid who ran track at her High School in PR, and was into fashion, sent here to spend time with her dad and new baby brother. It was hot and humid, in the high 90s, by the time we headed back to the cabin for lunch.

Heidi and Sydney had stayed out of the greenhouse; it was too hot. Instead, working in the yard, planting flowers that they bought on Monday in front of the house. Grace was working with nurse Julie at the clinic. She had an interest in first aid and medicine that we wanted to encourage as parents.

I parked the Gator in back next to the cabin’s 500-gallon propane tank that needed service for a refill. The pressure gauge showed we still had 50%.

Heidi stepped out the back door. “I set out the makings for cold sandwiches inside. Shower first if you like,” Heidi said, then let the screen door slam behind her. “You heard your mom,” I said. It wasn’t a suggestion. The girls cleaned house on Monday. A week of me being in charge had left the house in need of thorough cleaning, Heidi said, calling us dirty savages. No surprise.

I took off my boots and dropped my Carhart cargo shorts by the back door, leaving our shirts and tool belts in the ATV.

As Tommy turned on the pump, our bathing partners—Heidi and Sydney, blonde, busty, and naked—walked from the front of the house carrying bars of homemade soap and cold Cokes for us. I loved my thoughtful wife; I was thirsty. My cock twitched.

We met on the newly improved shower pad. Rubber mating, improved drainage, and a round 3’ aluminum handrail placed at waist level. My dad and I made the fixes Monday afternoon.