Annual Picnic

It was July seventeenth, the day of our group’s annual picnic.

Ever since we graduated from college ten years ago, we have had a summer picnic. The first one had been to blow off steam the weekend after we’d learned that we’d passed our exams and would be graduating.

The group had started as twelve but, as some moved to other cities, our numbers decreased. This year, besides me, Janet and her husband Greg, Jim and his wife Karen, Tricia, and Jane had confirmed.

I saw Jane and Tricia as I arrived at our meeting place in my Bronco. Jane was wearing a pair of denim cut-off shorts over her red one-piece swimsuit, while Tricia was wearing a pair of white shorts over her yellow one-piece swimsuit.

“Hi guys,” I called out as I got out of my car. “How’s it going?”

“Great!” answered Jane.

“Janet isn’t doing well though. She called last night to say that Greg had come down with the flu and they wouldn’t make it this year.”

Tricia continued, “Karen called me yesterday to say that Jim’s mother had fallen and that they had to travel to Seattle to visit her.”

“It’s just the three of us then. Do you still want to have the picnic, or do we cancel?”

“Why should we suffer too?” said Jane. “If you two want to, I’m in.”

“I’ve got nothing else planned,” said Tricia. “Let’s go!”

“Great! I think my Bronco has the most space. Get your stuff into the back and get going.”

“It’s supposed to be over one hundred degrees today, and I want to be near water when it’s that hot.”

“I found a new spot that I think you’ll like. It’s got a nice mix of sun and shade and a small sand beach.”

“That sounds wonderful,” said Jane. “How did you find it?”

“It’s on a farm that belongs to the father of a friend of my sister. The only condition is that we leave it as pristine as we find it. The only downside is, because he runs a dairy farm, we might have to share it with some cows.”

The girls jumped in the front with me, and we took off.

Because I’d missed it the last time I’d been up, as we got close to the turn-off, I asked the girls to keep their eyes open for a small, unmarked dirt road on the left.

A couple of minutes later, Tricia called out, “There!”

Turning onto the road, I said, “Buckle up. This was a really bumpy ride two weeks ago. There’s lots of small logs and rocks, as well as a lot of holes.”

To emphasize my point, we hit a pothole that threw Tricia against Jane and Jane against the passenger door.

“I see what you mean,” Tricia exclaimed. “That was some hole!”

The rest of the ride was really rough, but the girls braced themselves with their hands on the front dash, and there were no more incidents.

Climbing what I knew was the last rise before the picnic spot, I announced, “Just over this rise we’ll be there. Be prepared to be amazed.”

At the top of the rise, I stopped the Bronco.

Before us lay a peaceful country scene.

Jane said, “It’s beautiful, James, incredibly beautiful. It reminds me of an idyllic countryside I’ve read about in novels.”

“Yeah!” said Tricia. “This is fantastic. Let’s go!”

“I’ll park the Bronco up here. I think that I’ll have trouble driving back up here if the ground is the least bit soft. We don’t have much to carry.”

Parking the Bronco, we got out to unload.

Going around the back, Jane suddenly jumped to one side.

“Look out! Watch your step! Fresh cow pie. The cows have been here recently.”

Tricia said, pointing, “They’re over there. It looks like they’re wandering away from this area.”

I handed each girl a cooler, and they set off down the path. Closing the Bronco’s hatch, I picked up the last one and followed them.

About twenty feet down the path, Tricia’s feet shot out from under her, and she slid about three or four feet down the hill.

Jane exclaimed, “What happened?”

Then Jane’s feet shot out from under her too.

I stopped dead and looked down. There was a huge cowpie on the path, and I could see that both girls had stepped in it. It must have been like stepping on a banana peel.

“Are you girls alright?” I asked as I put down the cooler and went to help them up.

“I’m fine,” said Jane.

“Me too. What happened?”

“You both stepped in a cow pie.”

Jane looked at her bum and said, “Look at the back of my shorts! They’re covered.”

“Mine too. It feels really squishy when I walk around.”

“I’ll bet that it feels really shitty,” I chuckled.

“Not funny,” both girls groaned in unison.

“I know. But I couldn’t resist. Let’s get our stuff down to that tree. You can wash your shorts in the lake. I brought some rope so we can hang them up to dry.”

Putting down their stuff, they both stripped off their shorts.

“Jane, the back of your swimsuit is covered too.”

“Oh great. Let’s see yours.”

“Yours is too. In fact, Tricia, unless you’ve got some strange bumps on your ass, I think some got under your swimsuit.”

Tricia reached around and felt her behind.

“Oh yuck. You’re right, Jane. There’s something squishy under my swimsuit.”

“Damn. I’m going to have to wash my bum too.”

“Don’t worry girls, I’ll be a gentleman and turn my back. Let me get the blanket laid out, and I’ll have a quick nap while you two get cleaned up. Okay?”

I laid out the blanket under a tree and lay down facing up the hill away from the lake.

Tricia said, “Not that we don’t trust you, James, but could you put this towel over your head? That way we’ll be sure that you can’t see anything.”

“Sure. If it’ll make you feel more secure.”

I put the towel over my head. Being a typical male, however, I made sure that I left enough space so that I could peek out and watch the girls.

As Tricia took off her swimsuit, I heard Jane say, “You’re right, Tricia. Some did get under your swimsuit. In fact, you’ve got a wedgie stuck in your bum crack.”

“Turn around Jane. Let’s see if you have one too.”

“You don’t, but the backs of your legs are smeared with it. It looks like it seeped through your swimsuit too because your bum is speckled.”

Listening to their conversation, I admired their bodies. Tricia’s five-foot, one-inch frame had large boobs and a nicely shaped bum that seemed quite firm. While her hips seemed wide, they were proportional to her chest size. She was a natural blonde too. The colour of her bush was so light that it was almost transparent, and I could easily see the lips of her vagina.

Jane’s boobs were not large, but they were what I considered a perfect shape with very pronounced nipples. She had a small waist and hips that accentuated her five-foot, eleven-inch height. From the colour of her bush, I saw that her short black hair was natural. The lips of her vagina were visible as she’d given her pubic hair a close trim.

Admiring their bodies was affecting me as my cock began to harden.

“All this talk of speckled bums and wedgies is getting to me, girls. Could you please hurry up and rinse yourselves and your clothes so I can take the towel off? It’s making me really hot.”

“Okay, okay,” said Tricia. “We’ll only be a minute.”

I watched the girls get into the water and wash themselves off. As they rinsed out their shorts and swimsuits, I could hear them laughing.

I heard Jane exclaim, “Damn, the bottom of my swimsuit is torn. I must have caught it on something when I fell.”

“I think my swimsuit is ruined too. I can’t get the dark stain out with just water.”

“James,” Jane called out, “could you stay under the towel a bit longer while we have a short swim? Our swimsuits are ruined. We can’t wear them anymore. We’ll have to skinny dip. We’ll just be a couple more minutes. Thanks.”

“Okay. Take your time. I’ll go for a swim after you get out, and then we can think about having something to eat.”

While they were treading water, Tricia yelled, “James, I just thought of something. Neither of us brought another swimsuit or any other clothes to change into. I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got two extra t-shirts you can borrow. Stay under the water for a moment, and I’ll get them.”

I dug out the t-shirts and put them by their towels at the edge of the water before lying back down on the blanket.

From under the towel, I watched the girls get out of the water, towel themselves off, and slip on the t-shirts.

As I was six feet one inch tall, the t-shirt reached Tricia’s knees. As Jane was so tall, however, her t-shirt didn’t quite reach the middle of her thighs.

“We’re decent,” said Jane. “You can take the towel off and have a swim.”

I dove in and came up about ten feet offshore. While treading water, I saw that the girls were lying on their stomachs facing up the hill.

I swam to shore and, as I stood up, saw that the t-shirts had ridden up a little to expose their naked crotches from a different angle than I had seen earlier.

Smiling, I said, “I think that the view up the hill is as beautiful, if not more so, than the view from the top of the hill.”

Tricia looked back and said, “It’s a beautiful spot, James. The others don’t know what they’re missing. Do you think we’ll be able to come here again?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“As long as we clean up after we’re done, there’s no reason why not.”

“Are you girls hungry? I brought chicken wings, a potato salad, and a special dessert.”

“I brought pastrami, hot mustard, coleslaw, and some buns,” said Jane.

“And I’ve got smoked salmon, cream cheese, crackers, and a bottle of white wine too.”

“I’ve got a bottle of white too,” said Jane.

“I brought a dozen beers,” I said.

“Do you want beer or white wine?” I asked.

“Wine for me,” said Jane, “it’s too hot for beer. Our two bottles are on ice in my cooler.”

“I agree,” said Tricia.

When everyone’s food was out, we sat cross-legged in a circle around the food. The girls took care to make sure the fronts of their t-shirts were pulled down so that their crotches were covered.

Jane got out a bottle and, reaching across to me, said, “Some wine, James?”

“Sure thing,” I said as I held my glass up.

She then reached over and poured some into Tricia’s glass. As she was pouring, I noticed that her reaching had caused her t-shirt to ride up and give me a view of her crotch.

We talked as we ate and drank. Each time Jane moved to either pick up some food or pour some wine I got a look at her crotch. As well, when she sat back, her pronounced nipples were clearly visible under the t-shirt.

All my glimpses affected me, and I felt my cock begin to thicken.

The wine was having an effect too, as my glances were becoming longer and more obvious.

At one point, Tricia caught me looking and, motioning with her eyes, said, “Jane.”

“Whoops. I’ve been trying to stay covered, but I guess it’s a losing battle. You haven’t been looking, have you, James?”

“Who me?” I replied with a grin.

“Yes, you. You might try to say you aren't, but your body is betraying you,” she said as she looked down at my crotch.

“Are you having trouble sitting there? You must be extremely uncomfortable. What do you think, Tricia?”

“Looks uncomfortable to me,” Tricia said.

“Is it uncomfortable, James?”

Now it was my turn to blush.

“It’s a bit uncomfortable. I’ve been trying to find an opportunity to shift it around, so it was a little less uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry for looking, but it was just sitting there right in front of me. Besides, it’s nice looking. You keep it nicely trimmed.”

“Thank you. I’m not going to let you get away with changing the subject that easily, though. If you want to adjust it so that it’s not as uncomfortable, feel free to do so. It won’t embarrass me.”

“Will it bother you, Tricia?”

“No, it wouldn’t bother me. I think to be fair, however, it should be an eyeful for an eyeful.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, since you had a good look at Jane’s pussy. I think that it would only be fair that she gets a look too."