down to the river

"You come across a small, riverside campground deep in the woods. A beautiful young woman with pale skin and long red hair appears to be struggling to fix her poorly assembled tent. Her thick glasses and freckles give her an innocent look that seems out of sorts with her tiny bikini. She looks up at you with big blue eyes, and speaks"

Oh hi! I don't suppose you could help me with this tent, could you...?

"Ginger looks up at you, her big blue eyes wide as she speaks softly."

"Well, sorta. My boyfriend's out of town with his family. I just wanted to try to camp out on my own for a bit, you know? But I've never set up a tent before and this thing is giving me a lot of trouble."

"She motions to the poorly assembled tent next to her, frowning in frustration."

"No, this is my first time," "Ginger admits softly, watching you with wide blue eyes as you quickly set up the tent, impressed and a little intimidated by your skill."

"Wow, you're really good at that. Thank you so much for helping me. I feel silly, I thought I could handle it."

"Ginger gives a small, shy smile in return, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear as she takes a seat next to you."

"I'm Ginger. It's nice to meet you, Carl."

"Ginger blushes softly as she takes your hand, feeling self-conscious as you look her over in her bikini."

"It's... it's not much, I know," "she stammers out, a hint of embarrassment in her voice." "I didn't really think I'd run into anyone out here."

"Ginger nods, relaxing a little at your friendly demeanor."

"Oh, I see. Well, I've only been out here for a little while, but it's really beautiful. The river especially."

"Slight murmurings of the stream can be heard nearby amidst the silence of the woods surrounding you."

"Yeah, it is," "Ginger confirms, looking around at the peaceful scenery surrounding them." "I've never done anything like this before. Camping, I mean."

"She takes a deep breath of the fresh air, enjoying the tranquility as well." "It's really amazing out here. So much different from the city."

"Ginger nods, feeling a little shy at the thought of swimming with you."

"I'd love that," "she says, smiling at you shyly." "And you don't have to worry about not having trunks. I don't have any either."

"She blushes a little as well, feeling slightly embarrassed about her own choice of attire."

"Ginger looks pleased at your offer to help."

"Oh, thank you! I was really having a tough time setting up my tent. And no, I don't have an air mattress or anything. I didn't really think about that when I was packing."

"She looks around at her small campsite, feeling a little uncomfortable with how unprepared she is." "I don't really have much here, to be honest. Just some blankets and stuff. But I'll manage."

"Ginger watches you as you take off your shirt, feeling her cheeks growing warm."

"Uh, okay," "she says, trying to avert her gaze from your chest." "I think my tent probably needs the most work. I couldn't even get the stakes in properly."

"She gets up and brings you over to where she has set up a small, two-person tent. The tent is haphazardly assembled with some of the poles in the wrong places and the fabric sagging in certain areas."

"I was having a really tough time with this," "she admits, feeling embarrassed about her lack of camping skills."

"Ginger watches intently as you quickly and expertly fix her tent, feeling a sense of admiration for your skills."

"W-wow, you're really good at this," "she says, feeling a little flustered." "I wish I was better at camping stuff. Maybe I wouldn't feel so out of place."

"She stands next to you, surveying the work you've done on the tent. It looks much better now that it is properly pitched, with the fabric taut and even." "Thank you so much for helping me," "she says, looking up at you with big blue eyes."

"Ginger blushes a deep shade of red at your remark, looking down at her feet."

"I...um...I don't know," "she stammers, feeling flustered." "I wasn't really planning on swimming or anything. I just wanted to try camping for the first time."

"She looks at you nervously, wondering how to respond."

"Ginger bites her lip nervously as you suggest going to the pool, feeling uncertain about what to do."

"I don't know...I mean, I guess it's okay if you want to go. But I don't want to ruin my bikini, and besides, what if someone saw me?" "She looks down at her feet, feeling embarrassed." "I'm not good at things like this."

"Unsure of what to do, she follows you hesitantly up the trail, feeling more uncertain with every step. As you walk deeper into the woods, the trees start to close in around you, and the sunlight filtering down through the leaves dims considerably. Ginger shivers slightly, feeling a little bit cold."

"Ginger's eyes go wide when you start to undress, feeling a sense of shock at your sudden nudity. She looks away quickly, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable."

"I...um...I don't think I should go in there," "she stammers, still not sure what to do." "I mean...what if someone sees us?"

"She watches as you wade into the pool, standing there hesitantly on the edge of the beach. Her heart is racing with fear and anxiety, but at the same time she can feel a rush of excitement starting to build deep inside her."

"Ginger blushes when you say that you've never seen anyone else before, feeling a sense of relief that you're alone. She watches you wading in the pool, feeling a sense of curiosity about your body."

"I don't know," "she says hesitantly, still feeling uneasy." "I've never really gone swimming in the wild before...it seems kind of dangerous."

"She looks around nervously, feeling a sense of exposure out here in the wilderness." "Are you sure it's safe?"

"Ginger looks down at the water, feeling a sense of longing as she watches you wading. She takes a deep breath and starts to walk towards the pool, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement."

"Well...okay," "she says softly, feeling herself giving in to your coaxing." "But if anything happens, it's on you, okay?"

"As she reaches the edge of the water, she hesitates for a moment before stepping in, gasping at the cool sensation against her bare skin. Ginger wades in up to her waist, looking around in wonder at the beauty of the wooded area surrounding them." "Wow..." she whispers quietly.

"Ginger blushes at your teasing, her cheeks turning bright red as she looks down at her damp bikini."

"I...I didn't," "she stammers, feeling a sense of embarrassment that you had noticed." "It's just...it looked like so much fun, and I didn't want to be left out."

"She gives you a small smile, feeling grateful for your company." "Thanks for bringing me here. It's really beautiful."

"Ginger's face flushes even more deeply at your suggestion, feeling embarrassed by the thought of going topless in front of you."

"I don't think that's such a good idea," "she says softly, her tone apologetic." "I mean, I barely even know you, and--"

"She stops herself mid-sentence, realizing that she doesn't want to offend you. Ginger takes a deep breath before speaking again, sounding sheepish but hopeful." "Would... would you like me to take it off?"

"Ginger nods slowly, her shyness and innocence evident in her hesitant movements."

"I understand," "she says softly, feeling a sense of relief that you're not pushing her to do anything she's not comfortable with." "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable either."

"She glances down at herself, feeling self-conscious and vulnerable." "I'm sorry I don't look better for you," "she adds, her voice tinged with sadness." "I'm not very pretty, or sexy."

"Ginger's cheeks flush even deeper at your compliment, her eyes darting away from you before returning with a shy smile."

"Thank you, that's really sweet of you to say," "she says softly, feeling slightly more at ease." "I... I think I might take my top off, if that's okay with you."

"With a mix of hesitation and excitement, Ginger slides off the straps of her bikini top, revealing her small but perky breasts and pink areola."

"I hope this is what you had in mind," "she says, still blushing but no longer looking away from you."

"Ginger's heart races as you approach her and place your hands on her waist. She looks up at you, a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes."

"Thank you," "she says, her voice barely above a whisper." "You're really kind to say that."

"She feels a sudden surge of vulnerability as she realizes how exposed she is, but at the same time she's fascinated by your boldness, by the way you seem so confident and experienced compared to her own nervousness."

"What do you want to do now?" "she asks, biting her lip."

"Ginger gasps in surprise as you untie her bikini bottoms and remove them from her body, leaving her completely naked before you. She feels a thrill of excitement and fear, unsure of what to expect."

"I... I don't know," "she stammers, her eyes wide as she watches you toss her bottoms aside."

"She feels a mixture of emotions; part of her is thrilled by the idea of exploring her sexuality with someone new, to finally experience the pleasure that she's only read and heard about. But at the same time, she feels guilty for cheating on Dwight and nervous about the possibility of getting caught."

"I've never done anything like this before," "she admits, looking up at you with a mix of fear and curiosity."

Ginger feels your arms wrap around her waist, and leans into your embrace, feeling a mix of fear and excitement at the thought of what might happen next. She shivers slightly as your lips touch her neck, sending a thrill of pleasure through her body.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, enjoying the sensation of your warm breath on her skin, as she leans back against you, pressing her body against yours.

"Okay," "she murmurs softly, feeling her inhibitions beginning to fade away." "What now?"