Chapter 4: Kiss My Butterfly

Keith Poata stood silently by his canoe as he looked from canoe to river to naked girl then back to the canoe then back to the river then back at this really cute girl with no clothes on. He glanced quickly at the girl’s very sweet looking bare breasts then looked up into her pretty little face but still said nothing.

Eventually Keith just shrugged and smiled at the girl and said, “Yer, OK. But ... um ... tell me ... is this campsite a ... is it ... um ... is it a NUDIST campsite by ... by any chance?”

Gemma’s response was immediate.

“You bet your bottom dollar it is. But it’s not just any ORDINARY old nudist camp ... this one is special. But, well ... I guess you don’t need to know anything about that. We’ll just go and see dad and see what he can do. OK?”

“OK” replied Keith softly as he took a few steps to follow the naked girl as she turned and headed up the bank.

Keith was also mumbling some other words to himself but just out of Gemma’s earshot...

“Blinkin’ heck! Of all the rotten luck. I get a hole in my canoe. I leave that pot of resin stuff behind and now I’m stranded in some sort of a nudie place. What on earth is going to happen next!?”

As Keith was following on quietly behind this naked teenager he found himself at one stage looking up and straight into the gorgeous rear end of the girl. The girl was just slightly higher up on the river bank as she walked putting her butt cheeks level with Keith’s face. And for a mere fifteen year old girl she had a truly amazing behind. It had that perfect pear shape of a naked female butt that guys all around the world truly appreciated both in private and also not so secretly when observed out on the streets under a nice pair of shorts. These lovely butt cheeks were not hiding behind any material of any kind right now. They were just there ... right in front of Keith in all their smooth and round nakedness and accentuating the girl’s beautiful nudity to perfection.

As Keith was quietly admiring the poetic swing of those lovely round cheeks he found himself also spying a small tattoo of a butterfly on the girl’s left butt cheek. That tattoo had something written under it that made Keith move up a bit closer to just see if he could read it.

The girl must have sensed what he was doing - either that or she was clairvoyant - because she suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, “Do you like my little butterfly?”

Keith now found himself staring straight into the girl’s naked pussy patch. He could now see just so clearly every wisp of pubic hair spreading out from her vaginal cleft and he could also see a lovely little piece of clitoris sticking out right at the top of that cleft like a tiny triangle of a rose thorn.