More women, more nudity

After about an hour we arrived at the site which was in a fairly remote part of the jungle.

"We're here," Lia said.

I surveyed my surroundings. It consisted mostly of thick brush but there was also a clearing in the centre, covered by an even carpet of grass. In the middle of the clearing there was a large pond, and next to it was a deciduous tree, its leaves leaning over the pond. All in all, it looked like a nice spot.

We parked and the three of us got out. I immediately noticed how much more humid it was out here. I had barely moved and was already starting to sweat.

I instinctively walked to the trunk, opened it, and started unpacking. As I did so I noticed a van arrive and park next to us. Once it came to a stop, three women got out.

The first woman, the driver, was an attractive East Indian woman. She was wearing a tank top and jeans, which revealed lovely caramel skin and a voluptuous figure. This woman was in great shape, despite being at least 10 years older than me.

She noticed me instantly and extended a hand. "Hello, you must be John," she said. "I'm Nadia."

I accepted the handshake. "Pleasure," I said, "but I don't believe we've met?"

"We haven't," she admitted. "But we've admired your handiwork."

She winked and I was immediately reminded of the fact that I had had sex with Christa on camera.

"Oh," I blushed, which made Nadia chuckle.

Nadia laughed before continuing. "I should introduce my two friends, Jane and Erica."

Jane smiled first, a white woman in her forties. Short dark hair, plump.

Erica grinned at me next. She was darker skinned, perhaps mulatto? Shoulder length black hair. I guessed late 30s. She was also tall, almost my height. Great figure too.

I couldn't believe these women had seen me nude already, but I introduced myself anyway before returning to the trunk.

"John," Christa said. "What are you doing?"

"Getting us unpacked," I replied.

"Great," she said, "but you'll need to change first."

"Into what?"

"This," Lia said. She produced a small piece of primitive cloth, fashioned onto a string. It took me a moment to figure out what it was.

"You expect me to wear a loincloth? In front of these women?!" I didn't yell, but I was sure the other three could hear us.

"Yes," Christa said. "It would make me very happy..."