Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/299Bc9XkT3

I felt the tingling sensation of my arm starting to fall asleep. I smelled Hilda's hair slightly in front of me. My arm being embraced and held tight to her body. I felt her breasts resting on my arm, and my hand resting lower on her body. My hand feeling a soft, flat area. As I moved my fingers I could feel slight sensation of short hairs on my fingertips.

My other hand on her hip hiding her close. Our bodies slightly sticky from sleeping so close, and the activities of the night before. I felt my heart take a few strong beats as I realized what I had done. With every beat I felt myself start to grow. Pulsing back to life. I felt the head brush some ski. As it grew, finally resting in a place that felt still wet, still welcoming.

As I opened my eyes I could see that it was still very dark. The only light in the room from a blue charging port for a phone. The air had a chill to it, I felt the chill of the room. I started to pull her close again, moving closer.

Hilda rolled over, looking at her in a new way under the dim blue light I was struck. I forget hoe she worded it, but apparently previous girlfriends of mine somewhat regularly had mentioned the sex was good. Adding that she is sure it's even better when I'm not confined to a sleeping bag, and trying not to wake someone's husband.

"I should probably get back in my spot" She said to me. She slipped out of the bag with surprising agility. I watched as she raised her hips to slip her shorts back on before taking one look at her breasts in the blue light as her shirt slid down covering them once again.

As she crawled into bed James slightly stirred, but didn't wake. I reluctantly went back to sleep.

I woke up to James telling me he was making steak and eggs for breakfast. He already had a beer in his hand. Apparently, he didn't want to go through the hangover, so he figured he may sleep it off tonight.

I could feel the slight stick that comes with having sex, and worried I smelled of it. I needed a shower. But those were sometimes hard to come by. The cabin had a small water heater, and women were always given the option to shower daily. The "boys" got to use what was left, or use the cokd public showers by the docks. I opted for the later.

The weather had changed. It was cool, and overcast. At some point it had rained. Over breakfast and through the morning the crowed staying started to thin. I was already able to stay longer if I wanted. Hilda matter of factly said she would go back to work in a few days, and they were calling or sending her whatever they couldn't handle without her.

James protested slightly, but later called out for a few days. The three of us adding a few nights. Shawn had apparently found a leak on his roof top tent he was testing, and was heading home to dry it out and patch it. I was relieved he wasn't staying. The rest found their own reasons to leave. Mostly that the forecast had changed, and they couldn't sunbathe and wake board in the rain.

No one questioned us staying. The hot tub was still warm and ready to go. The outdoor cooking area was covered and had a great fire pit. And since everyone was leaving the main cabin was open.

The main cabin was still small. Featuring a bedroom with a king bed, and open concept living room, kitchen, and guest loft. There was a wood fireplace, and space heaters if needed. A nice couch in the living room, with a modest sized tv. It would be more comfortable for the three of us. The only problem was we were going to have to make a grocery run.

Hilda sat down with her laptop, opened it, and said we should do the store run alone. She looked at me, her eyes piercing me in a new way, and asked that I make sure we have enough to have a good time, and be comfortable. My heart took a few hard beats, knowing what she ment.

As James and I started the drive, I was a bit lost on what to say. To even talk about. For all the times we discussed potentially sharing, or partner swapping, or even just fantasizing the previous nights activities had never come up.

"Sorry man. I fucked up last night."

I snapped out of my thoughts, and asked him what he ment.

"I wanted to get something going last night. At least put on a show for you. I know you are into Hilda, and she is turned on by you too. When she gets in the right headspace, the right mood she can be a fucking pornstar. I'm not sure what would happen, but I wanted to see. I blew that being too drunk. I'll try again tonight."

Fuck.

He has no idea it happened, but is trying to set it up. When we returned I poured myself a whiskey while he started dinner. The fire already burning. Hilda came out wearing sweats the gripped her thighs perfectly. Her legs muscular and soft at the same time. Her hooded sweater was loose, and I wondered what she had on under it.

As we moved into dinner we sat at the table. James to my right. Hilda to my left. As James reached for some pepper I felt his hand just above my knee. Pulling himself slightly forward. His fingers pressing and pulling into my inner thigh a bit. I felt it odd, but he had also been drinking. Hilda's hands were much more intentionally teasing with much more intent when she touched me.

My mind raced, as I thought of what could happen...

I'll post part two as soon as I can.