Let Brooke decide

You hesitate, not wanting the moment to end. Eventually, you manage to say "I'm not sure, I've never done this. I guess I'll let you decide, if that's okay with you."

"Well, we can't just stay in here," Brooke says. "Come on, lets go back outside. I'll help you walk if you need it." And with that, Brooke releases her tender grip from your small cock and takes your hand, helping you to the entrance to the tent. She leans forward, pushing her firm ass towards you and gently shakes it as she unzips the tent. The rain gently blows into the tent, surprising you from the cold, but it seems to be letting up. Brooke steps into the rain, stretches her arms out and playfully spins around, gleefully giggling. She faces you and points with her index finger, letting her eyes meet yours. She motions for you to follow with her finger, but you don't notice it. Instead, you follow her inviting eyes out of the tent, letting the cool rain wash over your body. You take her hand as she pulls you to your feet, letter her body support yours. Her bear skin comforts you as the cool rain relaxes you, and she walks you to the center of your campsite.

"Wow, the rain feels a lot nicer when you aren't cowering behind a tree," you say, semi-sarcastically.

"See, I told you a little confidence could go a long way. Anyway, I think the cool river water could be good for your ankle, so please, lead the way." Brooke motions her hand forward, and gently nudges you. You lead Brooke to the river, appreciating her sweet embrace.

When you get to the river, Brooke asks "Do you want to go for a swim again? Or do you want to let your ankle soak?"