“It’s a pretty big bag,” Chie noted finally. It was definitely bigger than a normal sleeping bag, but there was no way it would comfortably hold two people. But that seemed to be what she was insinuating…
Yosuke’s pervy mind pictured all of the possible different sexy scenarios that could take place. Of course, he wouldn’t dare say them out loud. Chie’s wrath was not something he wanted to toy with, especially since he was already in hot water. Instead, he tried to act natural.
“Yep! It’s the biggest one Junes has to offer. It’s about 50% bigger than a standard brand, and its insulation is top-of-the-line.”
Chie waved off his speech impatiently.
“You already bought it Yosuke; you don’t have to sell it to me. Let’s just get ready for bed. Since you forgot my bag, you get to change outside of the tent.”
Yosuke did as he was bid, grabbing something comfortable to sleep in and then dipping out to go change behind a tree. An electric light shone from inside the tent, revealing Chie’s silhouette as she changed, which only got Yosuke’s mind running even more. The shadows of her skirt coming down and shirt coming off of her body made him start to think maybe him forgetting Chie’s bag was a good thing. He waited a few extra minutes so that Chie wouldn’t suspect that he was watching, then he walked into the tent. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight in front of him.
Chie was clad in a green shirt that exposed her smooth belly, and a pair of black shorts that clung tight to her body. She wasn’t facing him straight on, and he could see a hint of cheek popping out, though his eyes quickly flicked up to her face before she looked at him.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to get in the bottom of the, and I’ll curl up in the top.”
Yosuke looked once again at the bag. It was nowhere near big enough to hold them both like that. But when he looked up to try to bring that to Chie’s attention, her stamping foot and creased eyebrows signaled that it would be easier just to show her why that wouldn’t work.
Obediently, he crawled into the nylon bag. It rustled loudly with his movements, and he was surprised at how far down he made it once curled up. He guessed that his head was probably somewhere around halfway down the bag. But still Chie wouldn’t be able to fit with him in here.
Wouldn’t be able to fit comfortably anyway. She stuck one leg in, then the other, and tried to shimmy down. Her legs twined with Yosuke’s as she pushed herself deeper in, letting the bag’s material wrap around her. She half-push, half-kicked Yosuke’s legs away, finally able to settle in the rest of the way.
It didn’t hit her how their bodies had entangled until she heard Yosuke’s voice. Or, more aptly, felt it vibrate her cheeks. His nose poked against the cotton of her shorts, giving her one hell of a wedgie. What really surprised her was that she liked the feeling. She stayed put, just enjoying the feeling of his little breaths sucking in her ass crack. Well, he was the one who’d forgotten the bag.
“G’night Yosuke.”
“MMPPHHH!!”
What happens next?
1) Chie gets gassy in her sleep, much to Yosuke’s chagrin.
2) Yosuke falls asleep but wakes up a few hours later when his situation is hotter and sweatier.
3) Chie decides to get even more comfy, sliding off her shorts.
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