The path isn’t quite so deserted

Carrie and I walked the trail towards our cabin, (they had already been assigned before we got to camp to save on time) and Alicia and Lisa slowly faded from view on a different trail, one that led to the center of the camp. We were supposed to all go there for a short orientation, but I didn’t mind skipping it if it meant I wouldn’t be seen by anyone.

The walk started uneventful enough. We were slow going, partly because it was hard to walk without stepping too far away from Carrie, and partly because her bags were quite heavy. My arms were basically anchored down, and already felt a little sore. It didn’t help that Carrie wanted to take her time. At the rate we were going I was afraid the other campers would already be headed back to the cabins before we got there. After what must have been about ten minutes of walking, I heard voices up ahead. I stopped dead in my tracks, making Carrie bump into me. I tried to walk us off the path, but like before, Carrie was easily able to hold me still.

“What’s wrong Erica? You’re not trying to do something naughty in the woods are you?” Carrie asked, making subtle circular motions on my breasts.

“T-there’s people coming this way,” I said, still fighting against her hold on me. “I can’t let them see me.”

“Why not? I can feel your nipples Erica, so I know how turned on you are right now. And I’m betting that if I looked at your front those white panties wouldn’t be so dry,” Carrie said. As always, she was right on the money. But I still didn’t want to show off like this, even if I was technically covered up.

“Mistress Carrie, I really don’t wanna be seen like this. Just please let me hide.”