The Next Day

The morning sun crept over the festival grounds, thin and grey through a layer of cloud. The campsite was quiet, the distant hum of generators the only sound. Sarah was the first to stir, her body aching in ways that made her smile. She sat up slowly, her muscles protesting, and looked around.

Laura was already awake, sitting cross-legged on her sleeping bag, a cup of instant coffee in her hands. She looked wrecked in the best possible way—hair tangled, eyes heavy-lidded, a faint smile on her lips.

"Morning," Sarah said, her voice hoarse.

"Morning." Laura took a sip of her coffee. "You look like you got run over by a truck."

"Feel like it too. In the best way."

Carrie emerged from her tent, stretching her arms above her head. She was naked except for a loose shirt, her thighs still glistening in the pale morning light. She didn't bother to cover up.

"Someone had a busy night," Laura said.

"Oh yes." Carrie flopped down on a camp chair, reaching for the kettle. "I need caffeine. And a recount."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the kettle boiling. Carrie made three cups of coffee, passing them around. The steam curled up into the cool morning air.

"So," Laura said, "what's the plan for today?"

Sarah took a sip of her tea, thinking. "More of the same, obviously. But I was thinking—we should set up camp. Somewhere private, where we can bring them back instead of always meeting in random places."

"Like what?" Carrie asked.

Sarah set down her cup, a glint in her eye. "There's a private nudist area near the back of the festival grounds. Past the Healing Field, through the woods. It's secluded, quiet. No one goes there unless they're looking for it."

Laura raised an eyebrow. "A nudist area?"

"Technically, it's for people who want to experience the festival clothes-free. It would be a good place, imagine it no clothing, just walk around naked in front of loads of horny guys. There's a clearing, some trees, a little stream. Can either bring them back to our tent, but most likely just fuck in theirs, might even get a queue forming."

The idea hung in the air, electric and irresistible.

"Let's do it," Carrie said.

"Let's do it," Laura echoed.

Sarah stood, draining the last of her tea. "Alright. Let's pack up camp and move. We've got a tent to pitch and a lot of cocks to catch."

They moved quickly, fueled by purpose and the lingering heat of the night before. They packed their tents, their supplies, their boxes of cards. Sarah led the way, through the festival grounds and past the Healing Field, into a narrow path that wound through the trees. The nudist area was exactly as she'd described—a secluded clearing, dappled with sunlight, surrounded by tall oaks. A small stream ran along one edge, its water clear and cold. The grass was soft, untouched by the trampling of crowds. Lots of people walking around naked, lots of cocks as far as the eyes could see, lots of tits and pussy too.

"This is it," Sarah said.

"Perfect," Laura breathed.

They set up our tents in the center of the clearing, plenty of room for blankets and pillows. They spread out sleeping bags, arranged supplies: water, snacks, wet wipes, a first aid kit. All of them got undressed , They all got a handful of cards, a waist bag wrapped around hips, containing wipes and cards. They all began to mingle and hand out their cards, waiting to get their holes full of spunk.

The day was just beginning.