<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)"> Elise<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Campsite + Tent 1<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Open, Richard<br/>
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Hanging out with the Single Dads and Daughters group had done a lot for Elise’s shy, reticent nature. She would actually talk to people now, and occasionally even start a conversation on her own. Well, with Amber and Candice, at least. But that was a start.<br/>
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She had been fine for the day. Indeed, she’d been giggling with the girls on a couple of instances.<br/>
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However, around the fire tonight she seemed to be having a bit of a re-lapse. Nibbling at her steak nervously, giving creepy bright smiles whenever any of the fathers said anything to her, she breathes out carefully, working up her nerve.<br/>
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Elise can’t believe she is doing this! It’s so naughty. But that was the allure, wasn’t it? Besides, Amber promised to give Daddy a massage he wouldn’t forget. She had seen him struggle with the hike, he could definitely use some stress relief. She had to do this, for his sake.<br/>
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Mr. Nailor was actually pretty handsome, really. And it was just a little teasing, right? OK, some serious teasing. It’s not like Mr. Nailor would follow up on it or anything. And Elise could not *believe* what Candice was planning to do to Amber’s dad. Compared to that, her own efforts would be downright tame. At first, she had been worried the most likely outcome was Mr. Nailor hauling her out of the tent and Daddy grounding her. But knowing what the others are up to made that unlikely. Not unless they all got grounded, anyway. Heart thudding so heavily, Elise is surprised no one else can hear it, she polishes off her meal. It was really quite good for camp food, though her distraction had prevented her from really enjoying it.<br/>
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But she had promised the girls, and if any of them chickened out, the whole thing would be off. Elise couldn’t let them down like that. Candice was so excited about the whole thing, and Amber seemed pretty enthusiastic too.<br/>
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Mr. Nailor was heading off down to the lake. She needed to get ready. Retrieving the bag from the tent, she offers Daddy a quick peck on the cheek. “Just needed to get something to show to Amber. Don’t worry, I’ll hit the tent right after. Be good, Daddy!”<br/>
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Slipping away, Elise puts on her war paint. Or at least, her war skirt. A little tartan thing that doesn’t even get a sixth of the way down her smooth thighs. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.postimg.cc/SsCTSyX6/skirt-600.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">It positively screamed ‘slutty schoolgirl’</a></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">. Pulling a tight tank top on, she puts her camping clothes back in the bag and checks over her outfit to make sure it’s on right.<br/>
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But of course, what made the plan really naughty was not what Elise was wearing, as much as what she wasn’t. A thrill of nerves tease down her back at the thought.<br/>
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She gives Mr. Nailor time to get back to the tent. Spotting his boots out front, she slips off her own shoes and quietly lays them down by his. One more deep breath, then she pulls up the flap of the tent and sticks her head in, smiling brightly.<br/>
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“Heya, Mr. Nailor! How’s it going?”</span>