We come out of the trees into the open, and suddenly the cool air was replaced by a wave of warmth. The goose bumps are gone and the evening sunlight feels as if it was touching the skin. We walk up the hill in front of us, it doesn’t look too high. “Not long now”, I tell you, but you give me that knowing look, that you’ve heard that before. I give you my half smile, to which you respond by trying not to smile. But you can’t help it.
As we climbed the hill further, we could see for miles around us. Not another living soul was in sight. I pick a spot, exclaiming, “This will do!” and dropping my heavy load to the grass, before helping you off with yours. We fall to the ground, letting out audible sighs as we do so. Taking all that weight off makes you feel so light, like stepping onto the moon.
As we sit on the soft grass, your hand reaches mine, and I feel a tingle travel up my arm and all through my body. I look at you and smile a full smile this time. We gaze off into the distance, and see how alone we are on this beautiful, bleak landscape. So alone, but so together. The sun is low in the sky now; the hills cast long shadows in the valleys.
I decide it’s time to put the tent up, and you decide it’s time to watch me put the tent up. I roll it out and catch a whiff of that distinctive tenty smell. I am fully focused on setting up our shelter, but I still catch you looking at my arms and biting your lip as I hammer the pegs deep into the ground.
With the tent up, we dip into the pasta we prepared earlier, and share a mug of wine.
Now we are pleasantly full, but we can tell each of us is hungry for the other. The sun is setting, lingering just above the horizon. Its base seems to merge with the land, and is slowly being absorbed by the earth like a blob of wax in a lava lamp. It’s halfway down now, and I can feel my heart beating faster and faster. That orb of light seems to hover, as if it doesn’t want to go down, but we patiently watch, hand in hand, gripping ever tighter. I can feel the sweat between our fingers. The sun ever so slowly creeps down, until just the faintest slither remains visible, and finally disappears from view.
I turn to you and our open mouths meet. You let out a sigh that says you’ve been waiting for this all day. With my arm behind your back and my hand on your shoulder, and my other hand softly against your cheek, our lips lock together, smoothly gliding over each other with each passionate kiss. I brush your top lip with just the tip of my tongue. With another sigh, almost a moan, you pull me to the ground so that I am on top of you. Your legs are outstretched and the top of my thigh presses with short feather light touches against your crotch, where your dress has ridden up to your hips. I take my hand that has been stroking your face, and twiddling your hair, and run it down your neck to your right breast. My hand is all over it, gripping softly, yet firmly. You let out another moan, louder this time, as you move your hand down, and feel my already rock hard wood through my shorts, before bringing your hand up and pulling my top over my head, and toss it aside. You pull my head down to kiss me more. I want to be as close to you as I can. I want to feel what you feel. I want to be in you.
Rolling over, my left hand comes away from your perfectly round breast, and down, to feel your wetness has soaked through your panties. Brushing my fingers lightly over the top of them, before bringing them up and sliding them beneath the damp material to the area between your inner thigh and your most intimate of places. My index finger slides between your lips and I pause to take in how good that wetness feels, knowing that I did that to you. I tease you, and bring my fingers back up to press against your lips, and roll you over on top of me to pull your dress over your head. You sit up, straddling me and begin unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts, where a bulge is aching to be released. You pull down my shorts, to as far as your thighs will allow, and immediately cup my balls, and then slide it up my shaft, and tightly grip me. It feels hard, but soft, and warm, like nothing else you can think of. Your thumb rubs the underside of the wet head, glistening in the dimming light. You move your thumb to the base, and slowly up, and gently squeeze out a drop of the clear liquid. You tease me, and take the drop onto a finger on your other hand, and dominantly press it between my slightly parted lips, before diving down, rolling me over to be back on top of you, and kissing me, tasting our sweet, salty essence that coats our lips.
You kick my shorts and boxers from my ankles, and I undo your bra in one swift stroke, tossing it over my head. I move down to kiss your breasts, taught with erect nipples in the almost warm evening breeze. With my mouth around your left nipple, my hand slides away from your right breast, down over your smooth stomach, which tenses with anticipation. My hand, pressed firmly against your perfect skin, glides effortlessly beneath your panties and over your mound, between the lips of your dripping wet pussy. Two of my fingers find your button, and gently massage it, overwhelming your whole body with wave after wave of pleasure, causing you to writhe and moan uncontrollably. You pull me in closer, our tongues meet and your nails dig into my back, before going down to grab my arse, and pulling all of me in closer. I kneel up, and finally pull your panties down to your ankles, flinging them off the end of your foot. We are both completely naked now, under the twilight sky, the soft grass cushioning our exposed bodies. Your legs are wide apart, and you are fully open to the world, to me.
I take my finger and taste you one last time, then slowly slide that finger between your folds, and slowly inside your flower, which is leaking with nectar. With each movement in and out, I move deeper inside you, until it is all the way in. I go down to kiss you again, stimulating that spot on the roof of your tunnel, sending pulses of ecstasy throughout your body, all the way to your extremities. You feel light headed, and never want this feeling to end. You grab my cock and begin stroking it up and down, wetting your hand with your saliva before you do so, working your hand around the head. I start to let out grunts and growls now, mirroring every one of your gorgeous sighs of pleasure. Another finger so easily slides into you, you are se ready for it. They massage and rub that spot faster and more furiously now, as you begin to tense up and whisper, “oh right there”. You let out a submissive gasp as my little finger just grazes your asshole, full of nerve endings, clenching as I let out a moan and gaze into your eyes.
You push me up, kneeling between your legs. I take my member in my hand, and rub the head of my cock on your clit. Our two most sensitive places touching, we are each close to feeling the same as the other is. I take my two fingers out from you and suck on them to make them even wetter. You moisten your hand again from your mouth and wet my throbbing, twitching rod. I place the tip between your lips. They grip it, wanting it to enter. You look at me with a wanting look, needing me to go deeper and deeper inside you until every inch of me is all the way up inside, as far as it can possible go. I push the first inch in slowly, stretching your entrance just right, and begin moving in and out, progressively deeper and deeper, faster and faster. You let out sigh after sigh as I fill you up, our hot sweating bodies pressed against each other. My fingers are running through your hair, gripping lightly, the other clutching at your bum, spreading your cheeks, while my hips are pumping you full of my loving thrusts. Still thrusting, deeply and passionately, I kiss your neck and nibble at your ear. I whisper, “I love you”, and kiss you on the lips before you can reply, but your hard, animalistic kiss and whimpers let me know your response.
I am getting close now. I feel a burning, welling up as I pound you harder and faster. It reaches the climax and I explode inside you, gasping moans and gripping you tightly. My movement slows to long, meaningful thrusts. You can feel my penis pulsing, filling you up with hot love.
I collapse on you, sighing with ecstatic relief in a sweaty mess, breathing heavily. You hold me tightly and begin kissing my neck and shoulder. You look up and see the first stars emerging from the darkening sky. We cuddle up inside our double sleeping bag which was just within reach, and lay under the stars, touching and stroking each other, watching the satellites fly many miles above, and see the streak of a shooting star trace across the night sky.
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