The field trip

I groaned at his answer.
- Yes, two seepin bags... and only one bed.
I sighed and went to the sleeping bag I choosed. I make it lie over the bed and checked I had everything in my backpack. Then I turned to face Mr Trent. I was wearing my tight brown shorts with a black tank top.
- Now? How do we do it?
 
I giggled.
- How does this observation go on? DO we have to stand up all night? Take turns? Do you have some specific stuff to have a better view in the dark? Everything. I want to learn, Mr Trent.
 
I smiled "well we can take turns if you like,but nothing is going to happen for a while so I have hot soup and will show you the night vision goggles. I pulled out the goggles and put them on her. On flicking the switch I whispered "see anything?"
 
- Well not much yet. PLain nice nature, that's it Mr Trent.
I put the googles away and look right into his eyes. I was worried about something.
- mr Trent, what did you see last night?
I blushed a bit, remembering we had been completely naked, Charlie and me.
- Well, you nkow, how did you catch us? And the way you told it in front of everyone, now rumors are going wild and...
 
I paused, "I saw Charlie take her top off at the fire, I saw you two in the water, in the dark, and I didn't mean to imply anything about it but you should know that when you take risks like that things get out of hand. I don't expect to see you do anything like that again. OK?"

I put on my concerned face
 
I was staring right into his eyes... Yes there was a little sparkle when he talked about seeing us in the water and all that.
- But, mr Trent, we're on a trip. We're just having a little fun. It was already suc a bad idea to deprive us from the stops in towns, we were hoping a lot from those. YOu knew you cannot tame us like that.
He was beginning to tell something else...
- Don't tell me you disliked what you saw, mr Trent...
There I took my best smile.
 
"now Sophie, nobody said there would be lots of town stops,and who's to say we wouldn't have fun out here...."

I looked to the bed "do you want first watch or second?" I smiled deliberately ignoring her question about what I had seen
 
His gaze at the bed just after his question about having fun embarassed me. ANd then he asked about first watch... I sighed quickly.
- Well, I feel kinda sleepy. I'd be happy to sleep a bit now...
I smiled at him and slid myself in the sleeping bag that was laying on the bed. I closed my eyes and let myself go towards sleep...
 
I sat and watched Sophie sleep, one eye outside and my mind in turmoil. The night got colder and after a couple of hours I decided to wake Sophie. I placed my hand on her shoulder......
 
Sweet and nice dreams, sometimes a bit naughty. A welcomed sleep and a rest that I really needed. And then a soft hand on my shoulder. I moved sideways, I wanted to enjoy this. My name whispered and this hand shaking me softly. I moaned. Blinking, I finally opened my yes and saw Mr Trent... I understood it was my turn. Already? Gee, in fact watchin animals at night and taking turns wasn't all the fun it was supposed to be. Awakening like that in the middle of the night wasn't a really comfortable thing. I lifted myself in the sleeping bac, unzipping it. I yawned.
- OK, Mr Trent, I?m ready. Takin my turn.
Another yawn. I stood up, the sleeping bag on the floor and I extended my body, arms far above my head (almost touchin the ceiling), archin myself and thus making my tight clothes clinging to my body. I catched his gaze, his sudden bit of unease as he looked at myself...
 
I was staring. I shouldn't and I knew it. But I brushed past Sophie and climbed into the other bag, sitting on the bed. "you wake me if you see or want anything." I looked at her seriously "anything at all"
 
I was staring intently at him as he said this, wondering if there was anything to decypher in this. Or not. Well, no one knows really what's in otherpeople's minds. But I was beginning to wonder about Mr Trent's mind. Some details. His gaze. The time he spent with me. His attitude. I shook my head...
- Yes, sure Mr Trent.
And I went to lean on the window, the night-vision googles ready to work. But my mind was on something else than watching the animals. I was alone in a secluded place with a man who seemed to have a curious obsession about me. No, no, that wasn't possible. Although it sounded good to be looked at that way by a more mature man, soeone with experience and who appreciated my frail body. Or...? No, Mr Trent wasn't looking at me that way, was he? It wasn't possible. I looked at him, asleep now. He looked cute for someone as old as he was.
 
I settled trying not to watch her but unable to resist. Finally I driftd to a shallow sleep - aware that I neeeded to waken quick if she needed me
 
The night was not as fresh at Mr Trent said it should be. I felt fine in my shorts and top. And I saw him move and slide out of the sleeping bag in his sleep. His dreams seemed kinda active as he sometimes moved really hard. I event thought he would fall down from the bed once or twice.
But what was even more suprising happened when he moved his hips out of the sleeping back. The whole upper part of his body was out now. And there in his pants I saw a large bulge. I wondered what kind of dream he might have. THorugh the pants, it seemd really large, and throbbing, really lively and active. I bit my lips.
 
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