The blue moon made me pleasure – 3

staying with me for a little while at least. Haven’t seen any bears around,” as she somewhat teasingly jingled her bells. “But in the event a bear did show up in camp, I couldn’t very well get away too easily now either could I?”

“No, I guess not,” I said, resigned now into staying with her for a bit, though there was perhaps only a couple of hours remaining of daylight before the sun would begin to set. “I guess I can stay with you for a little while, at least until your friends show up again,” I assured her. She seemed pleased to hear that.

“I do have another favor to ask of you though, if you wouldn’t mind that is.”

“Sure…what?”

“It’s already starting to get a little warm in here,” she began. “And I’m already sweaty enough, so if you wouldn’t mind helping me change into something else, I’d really appreciate it.”

I sat there next to her staring at her for a moment.

“Oh come on, not like you haven’t seen a woman in her underwear before, and don’t try and convince me you haven’t either,” she laughed. “Please, help an old lady out?”

“You’re not old for one thing,” I responded back. “Not by a long shot. You’re in fact a very attractive looking woman, which is why I’m not sure I should see you in your underwear.”

She laughed at that too. “Well thank you, appreciate the compliment, but I really am serious, so for starters, how about helping me get these jeans off first?” She then unbuttoned the top button, and then the fly. “Ok, how about you grab the legs and pull?” She suggested. “While I try to lift myself up.”

I then did as she asked, trying to hurry as it was evident it wasn’t the most comfortable position at the moment, especially as she really couldn’t put much weight on her left leg in any kind of support. I yanked, her jeans flying off down her legs in one fell swoop coming away in my hands, as did her underwear, which had come along with them much to both of our surprise.

The words “Ta Da!” came to mind, though I didn’t speak to them, just sitting there staring at her, especially as she made no attempt to cover herself either. She was in fact giggling.

“How’d you manage to do that anyway?” she jokingly asked.

“Magic,” I answered back, still looking. Bernadette too had a fur covered mound. The forth one I had seen now in as many days, though I only naturally assumed as she was a bit older that perhaps for her at least, this was more normal than I might have found it for the other three girls I’d encountered.

But more importantly, Bernadette made no effort to cover herself either, and in fact, made the situation even more interesting when she reached down, pulling off her tee shirt, and then unhooking her bra tossing them both off to one side.

“Even better,” she smiled wickedly. “Now I really am comfortable.”

But the truth was…I wasn’t. And I was growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. Much longer, and I’d have a hell of a time even trying to stand up without her realizing that very fact.

“Ah, can I help you put on something else to wear?” I suggested.

“In fact…no. I’m rather comfortable at the moment just being like this. And being like this, well…let’s just say I sort of feel like showing you my appreciation for helping me get down off the mountain.”

“That’s ah…that’s not really necessary,” I said, hearing myself in disbelief. Once again, there was another woman, basically offering herself to me. Now…I know for a fact I’m not some kind of a hunky kind of a guy, reasonably attractive looking perhaps, but certainly no movie star either. And yet, here was another woman basically offering to fuck me. So far, I think I’ve had more pussy in the last few days than I’d had during the entire two years of my marriage!

She was frowning. “Too old for you perhaps, or not attractive enough?”

“It’s not that…you’re very attractive, really attractive in fact, and you’ve got a really nice looking body too. I just didn’t want…don’t want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you or anything.”

“Who’s naked here?” She asked me.

She had a point. “What about your friends?”