They set up the tent not too far from the lake, but far enough to be on level ground. She laughed at him when he zipped the sleeping bags together.
“Why are you doing that?” she asked. “Think you’re going to get lucky?”
“Yes, I do,” he said in that matter-of-fact drawl of his.
He smiled at her and shook his finger in her face. “You will do everything I say.” She laughed at him again, and went off to gather sticks for the campfire.
He went down to fish at the rim of the lake.
Soon it was twilight, and he had two fish cleaned and in the skillet, waiting for the fire. She peeled some potatos and chopped an onion, wrapped them in foil, and then put the vegetables down into the fire to cook. The fish would go on the fire when the potatos were soft.
They sat next to each other, but not touching. Touching was for later. The not-touching made it more intense.
He put the fish on the fire when she told him to, and the two fish crackled nicely in the oiled skillet. She brushed by him to add some green onion to the fish, and rubbed her tits against him. He put his hand on her ass. She grinned at him, and removed his hand. “Not yet, you,” she said. She gave in and kissed him, brushing her tongue along his cheek before she claimed his mouth in a deep lock. “There, now time to eat.”
They ate with enjoyment and threw the bones into the fire. Clean-up was fast and then it was time for a walk in the the woods. She followed him, and when they were a few feet in, she pushed him against a tree and wrapped her arms around him. “Now,” she whispered, and dropped to her knees, unzipping his pants. Soon she had his cock in her mouth and her hands were grasping his ass, as she sucked and tugged on him. She made noises as if it was the most delicious thing in the world. The tip of her tongue teased him mercilessly, and he grabbed her hair, wrapping his hands on each side of her face, plunging into her mouth, which was soft and wet and warm. “Ahh,” he said, and came in her mouth. He drew her up and kissed her, rubbing his tongue inside.
He turned her around and pulled her hands behind her, wrapping her wrists with a piece of rope he had in his pocket. “Walk to the tent, now it’s my turn,” he hissed in her ear. She shivered in anticipation and started walking. When he got to the tent, he pushed her in, and then zipped the flap behind them. She fell to her knees on the sleeping bags, her hands tied behind her. He knelt at her back and put his arms around her, touching her breasts under her t-shirt with his fingers, fondling the nipples until they were hard. He pushed his cock at her bound hands, hard, and the tip left a silver trail against her palms.
Kissing the back of her neck, he reached around and slid his hand down her jeans, putting his hand down between her panties and her skin. He dipped his fingers in her cunt; her wetness made him harder.
He pulled his hand out and rubbed the wetness on her lips, and then unzipped her jeans and pushed them down to her knees, so he could get to her pussy more easily. He untied her hands from behind, and rebound them in front of her; pulling her down on his hard cock as he bent her forward. She gasped a little as he went into her, and then raised herself up on her knees so she could come down on his cock again. They found a rhythm, and she slid up and down his cock, slowly and then faster. He pushed her face down into the sleeping bags and took her, coming again. She laughed at his eagerness, so he turned her over, and slipped his fingers into her pussy and put his thumb on her clit, and sucked on her nipples, and made her scream as she came.
“That will teach you to laugh at me!” he said, wiping his dripping fingers on her nipples and sucking them clean. She smiled at him, and nodded. “I guess it will.” She closed her eyes as he untied her hands, and pulled her to him, so they could sleep until desire woke them up again.
Bio:Jean Michelle is a wife who has camped in Alaska and other places. Sex in tents is always fun. She has been writing naughty stories for awhile. She blogs at wordabsinthe.