Chapter 4

Masturbating into a babbling brook does two things; it negates the mess and covers most of the noise. It also covers the noise of the lovely brunette woman hidden behind a tree watching you, one hand down her pants furiously rubbing while the other mauls her tits.

I was so worked up after those hugs that I couldn't tidy up the camp fast enough. Seconds after I got into my tent I realized there was no way I could be quiet enough to do what I had to do. I almost ran down to the stream, a little babbling brook that had probably been buried when there were sewers and buildings, but now the source of our clear, clean water before it drained into the river a couple of hundred meters further down. I was thankful for the nearly full moon and was standing, naked but for my shirt, shin deep in water before you could say "monumental orgasm coming up!" I was single-minded, voracious and nearly beside myself. Cumming couldn't come fast enough and when it did it looked like a stream of pearl white piss coming out of my cock. I was so engrossed I didn't hear the small gasp or the rubbing and small husky moans through that one or any of my three following orgasms.

Drained, both literally and figuratively I made my way back to my tent. Cold and damp from the stream and the quick wash I had to give myself. I didn't see Hanna or hear her on the way back, though a few minutes after laying down I did hear quiet whispers, regarding what I didn't at the time know.

The next day we started our new lives in earnest. I felt invigorated; I had something to do not just for myself. I hadn't realized how much I had missed talking to people, having people around. I'm not the bossy, pushy sort, but it felt nice to do thing knowing you were taking care of others. I felt responsible for them and tasked to look out for their welfare. Hanna and Rebecca were all smiles as well, the three of us laughing and joking but being more productive because of it. We got a lot done, the water trough, some more fencing and food foraging. I didn't miss the glances I got from either of them. Hanna being more out of practice on the "not getting caught checking a guy out" was worse at hiding them and I noticed Rebecca catching her mother as well and finding it amusing. I got caught by both as well of course.

One of the chickens hadn't laid an egg that I had seen since I had got there six days ago and I made the decision to roast it that night. Shooting that racoon had been a first for me, it had been messy but having shot it stone cold dead I was still detached a bit. Wringing the chicken's neck was a different level. I didn't enjoy doing it or the fact that I internally remarked how little force and effort it had taken. Still meat was meat, and chicken much more appetizing than racoon!