He Will After A Brief Interruption

Just as Sam was about to reach for his zipper, he heard a rustling in the underbrush behind him. Spinning around, Sam was confronted by an older, stockier man dressed in camouflage and sporting a pistol on his right hip who had emerged from the forest.

"Oh, don't let me stop you," the older man grinned as he held up his right hand, palm facing outward. "I'm just heading up to meet some friends."

As he spoke, he pointed with his index finger towards a tree covered hill. Well, maybe not so much a hill as a gentle sloping upward rise of the terrain. Probably his friends were over on the other side. While crossing the path to re-enter the woods he happened to glance down to the kneeling girl who was presenting her exposed nether region to Sam. And also to him. His grin got wider and as his eyes traveled up to the red head's face, the grin broke into a toothy smile.

"Hello, Nina," he said to her.

"Hello, Scott," she replied. She did not seem in the least bit embarrassed. In fact, it was just the opposite. Nina shifted her hips from side-to-side, waving her tight, naked bottomed enticingly at the two fully-clothed, standing males. The older of the two watched the display for a few moments before resuming his trek. Once he had departed, Sam again focussed all of his attention on Nina. Her parted thighs. Her swollen labia. The way the tight pucker of her anus 'winked' at him as she rotated her hips.

Meanwhile...

Scott had reached the top of the knoll and was descending it when he heard the high-pitch squeals and giggles coming from his left. Suddenly, two young females, in their late teens or early twenties, came crashing out of the trees. The girls were totally naked, their bushy twats on view, their long, shoulder-length hair flew in the breeze as their breasts bounced and jiggled wildly. They ran the way that women do, with their forearms held away from their sides in a flapping fashion.

When they crossed in front of Scott, not even giving the older man so much as a glance, they quickly entered another clump of trees, fleeing their pursuers. Within seconds, the sound of hiking boots pounding the ground and labored breathing announced the arrival of the two young men chasing them. Like Scott, the college-aged males were wearing camouflage pants, but with green tee-shirts and ball caps rather than the long sleeve tunic and floppy military boonie hat that Scott had on. As they dashed by, doggedly hunting down their prey, one of the men beamed at the older man, giving him a 'thumbs up' sign.

After he had crossed the glade and was about to enter the grove of trees up ahead, Scott could see the dark green top of the aluminum-framed canopy tent and the parked white van, meaning that the other members of his "team" had already arrived.