Keep going!

The warmth in her loins that she'd been harboring for the last several hours turned into a full-fledged fire as she realized she wasn't going to hide. She wanted them to see her, wanted to hear their reactions, needed to know what they would do...

She resumed walking up the trail, slightly altering her gait to ensure her ass swayed sexily, quietly wishing, as she had the day before, that she had heels on. Come to think of it, she'd need to buy some taller heels. The only ones she owned were rather short. Maybe she'd go buy a pair tomorrow, after school.

Mark grabbed his camera, and aimed it up the trail, as she kept walking. He was actually somewhat surprised at this development. He'd honestly suspected she'd play it a bit safer. She didn't have the safety and anonymity that the crowds had afforded her yesterday.

He quietly stalked the trio, his camera taking every development in, his cock now a rigid pole straining against his underwear.

Her train of thought returned to the present as she kept walking, her loins blazing, her juices liberally soaking the crotch of her thong, threatening to leak down her thighs despite it. Her nipples hardened even more, straining against her thin blouse forcefully enough she almost worried they would tear holes in it. She could feel them rubbing delightfully against the soft material, see them clear-as-day when she looked down, and she reveled in it.

She could tell when the two guys spotted her, their conversation abruptly stopping. She was almost disappointed in the seeming lack of shock, but that worry was dashed as she heard them murmuring back and forth, the awed tone of their whispered conversation suggesting they liked what they saw. She could feel their eyes boring into her bare ass cheeks, taking in it's firm, jiggling glory as she continued walking uphill, toward the mine.

Julie's pussy gave a faint spasm, the fleeting sensation of a small orgasm running through her, and she shivered slightly, but kept walking. She could feel just how soaked her thong was as it rubbed against her engorged clit, further stimulating her. The faint breeze blowing through chilled the damp fabric, creating a delightful contrast between it and the burning warmth of her crotch.

Julie's next thoughts surprised her. Maybe she should turn and talk to them. Maybe she could play it off as a dare or something, which actually wasn't far from the truth. Maybe she should just keep walking, and see what they did.