Camping Trip [MF]

“Hey, hand me a marshmallow please,” he asked, topping the graham cracker with a chocolate square.

I put my hand in the bag and pulled out a sticky, white, fluffy marshmallow. I stuck it to the end of his poker and watched as he held it above the roaring fire. It was a beautiful night. The stars and moon were bright against the dark cloudless sky. We sat side-by-side looking up at the stars and listening to the fire crackle.

Camping was a favorite activity of mine, even before he asked me to go on the trip with him. When the words spilled from his full lips, asking if I wanted to tag-a-long, I got excited.

I started making my own s’mores, but watched his movements out of the corner of my eye. Everytime he flexed his arms to tend the fire, leaned over to grab a beer from the cooler; I wanted to grab him and kiss him.

On our hike earlier that morning, he stayed next to me the entire time. I didn’t admit it to myself then, but I got little tingles from him standing so close. I smelled the fresh scent of his soap with a tiny hint of his own natural woodsy scent underneath. I shouldn’t have gotten turned on by that, but I did. Even though I knew I slowed him down, he never lost patience.

Back at the campsite, we divided up the duties. I started dinner while he built a fire. I struggled to complete my task as I watched him chop wood. He started to sweat even though the temperature had dropped several degrees. He removed his hat and sweatshirt. When he started to lift it, I was teased with a tiny glimpse of his smooth skin. I nearly fainted. My mouth hung open and I watched in agony when he pulled the shirt over his head. He looked over at me and winked.

With the back of his forearm, he wiped his dark brown hair from his brow, exposing crystal blue eyes. The butterflies in my stomach started to stir.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. He was my friend and never told me anything other than that. He did wink at me, but who knew what that meant.

“Are you ready to turn in?” he asked, bringing me back to the present.

I was definitely ready to turn in. Although a little nervous and excited about sharing a tent. We had separate sleeping bags, but the tent was small so we would end up close together.

“Umm, yeah are you?” I asked, trying not to let my excitement show.

“Yeah. That hike and chopping wood wore me out,” he said through a yawn.

He put the fire out and we made our way to the tent. I stood awkwardly at the entrance waiting, for what I wasn’t sure. He looked down at me with a little bit of an inquisitive look on his handsome face before he kicked his shoes off.

“Do you want to go in first and get your pajamas on or…” he gestured at the tent and me a few times. That’s why he was standing there looking at me, he thought I would have gone in already.

“Oh! Um…yeah I’ll just go in and change and then let you know when I’m done.” I ducked my head into the tent. I looked back and saw that he was staring at my ass.

My heart raced in my chest and my stomach flipped. I wasn’t sure if that stare meant anything or not. I quickly changed into a pair of old shorts and a thread bare tank top.

After the hike we showered at the outhouse, but I wasn’t comfortable walking around with the pajamas I brought. I never slept in a bra or panties. I looked down and saw that my hard pink nipples poked through the thin material.

I thought for a moment as I felt my pussy start to dampen. I quickly slid into my sleeping bag. I figured I could hide my insecurities through thick layers of flannel and nylon.

“Hey! I’m all done in here!” I called out, feeling extra silly with the sleeping bag nearly zipped up to my chin.

He ducked in and held the tent flap open. He looked down at me again with that same unsure look on his face.

“Are you gonna step out?” he asked. Clearly not reading the panicked look on my face.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I can just close my eyes or turn over,” I squeaked out. Trying to act like an adult, instead of the horny teenage I felt like.

“Alright, I just need to take my pants off and then get in my sleeping bag,” he told me as I turned over and squeezed my eyes shut.

What I really wanted to do was turn back over and tell him exactly how I felt, but I was too chicken.

I layed there listening to the rustle of him pulling his shirt off, followed by the unzipping of his pants. I thought my face was going to burst into flames when I heard them hit the ground. Somehow through the loud whooshing in my ears I managed to hear him tell me he was done.

I turned over quickly and was surprised by the image before me. I blinked several times to make sure my imagination wasn’t running wild. With the moon shining through the thin tent material, I saw naked broad shoulders leading down to an equally strong back, the long lean muscles lead to a tapered waist. The dark boxer briefs hugged his cute butt and showcased tight hamstrings and calves. Even his bare feet looked amazing.

I sucked in a breath, but before I could turn over his head snapped up. He turned and stared. Our eyes locked. His blue eyes looked like deep pools. I found myself getting lost in them in just those few moments.

I clutched the sleeping bag in my hands and held it up to my chin. I felt like he was looking straight through me. It was like he could see the hard tips of my nipples or how wet my shorts were getting.

I shivered.

I blinked and was hit with instant regret. I wanted to stare into those blue depths for as long as he would let me.

“Hey…uhh…” he started to say, but stopped himself.

“Sorry! I thought you said you were done so I turned over and…ummm…” I said, unsure if I should continue and confess my feelings or pretend like my heart wasn’t beating out of my chest like a cartoon character.

He turned a little more and grabbed his discarded shorts. He held them in front of himself as he made to exit the tent.

“No!” I shouted, my voice stronger. I sat up quickly and grabbed his hand.

That’s when those gorgeous eyes drifted down to my breasts. His gaze lingered. He held the shorts a little tighter in his hands. The muscles in his forearms twitched.

I looked down and crossed my arms over my chest. That movement lifted my breasts and exposed more of my creamy white skin to his greedy gaze.

I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath.

The sound of the tent zipper opened my eyes. Just like that, he was gone.

I hugged my knees to my chest and bent my head. My long blonde hair cascaded like a curtain around me. I felt like an idiot. I should have had the nerve to tell him how I felt, but I was scared of rejection. His eyes on my nipples, didn’t feel friendly though. When most guys are met with a perky pair of tits, they’re gonna look.

Looking up, I watched him pacing. He was only wearing cargo shorts. I wanted to go out there, be bold for once in my life.

I dug my nails into my palms and threw my arms to my sides. My back hit the ground with a THUD.

I laid there in the dark, wishing he would just come back into the tent and sleep. We might have a few awkward glances, but we’d eventually move past it. I turned onto my side, facing away from his sleeping bag. I could still see him pacing. His dark hair shone brightly in the moonlight. A light sheen of sweat was visible now, making me wonder how long he’d been out there. I closed my eyes.

He wasn’t mine to watch like that.

The tent zipper startled me, causing my pulse to accelerate. Adrenaline dumped into my veins and I immediately bolted upright. I looked the would-be attacker straight in the face.

It was him. He came back.

I briefly wondered how long I’d been sleeping. Those thoughts were cut short, when a flare of anger bubbled up.

“What in the hell are you doing?!” I whisper shouted.

“Shhhhh,” he held a finger to his lips with one hand and patted the air with the other.

“I will not ‘shhhhh’ you scared the daylights outta me!”

I stood and faced him, toe-to-toe. He looked down at me, eyes fixated on my tits again. I poked his chest hard with my index finger.

“Stop looking at my boobs,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have such a nice set of boobs them. I’m a man and their perfect and it’s hard not to look,” he growled.

“Well you!…You think my tits are perfect?” I asked, quirking one blonde eyebrow.

“Fuck. Yes they’re so perfect.” He ran a hand down his face and I could see the lines of exhaustion around his eyes.

I wondered again what time it was and how long he’d been out there with the thoughts of my perfect tits in his head.

“This isn’t how I wanted this to go, I wanted to take you on a trip and tell you…” he trailed off, dropping his hands from his handsome face.

“Tell me what?” I asked.

I silently begged him to say the words I desperately wanted to hear.

His eyes searched mine for a few moments. I wondered if he was trying to read my expression as I tried to read his.

“I brought you out here to tell you, that I want us to be more than friends.” He gestured between us with an open palm.

“Oh My God!” I clapped my hands and squealed. I mentally slapped myself for having a teenage girl reaction. I was acting like my crush asked me to prom.

“So is ‘Oh My God’ good or bad?” he asked, a worried and confused look on his face.

“I feel the same way,” I said.

He moved closer. His left hand closed around the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I watched his right hand slowly ascend from his side, and lightly lifted my chin with this thumb and forefinger.

He bent his head and moved closer to my open waiting lips. He tilted my head slightly and with excoriating slowness, brushed his lips against mine. It was the smallest of touches, but I felt it all the way to my toes.

He moaned at the touch and I knew he felt the spark too. His right hand moved away my chin and found the perfect spot on the small of my back. His fingers flexed. Through my thin top, I felt heat radiate from his open palm. I wanted to feel that heat and touch on my bare skin. His movements brought me closer as he deepened the kiss.

His lips felt soft and firm against mine. I groaned when his tongue slid against mine. He tasted like the craft beer he drank earlier with the slightest hint of marshmallow. That taste made me hunger for me.

I kissed him back like a woman on a mission. I wanted more. His touch was too much and not enough all at the same time. My body had a reaction to his and I knew more physical contact would blow both our minds.

So I went for it.

I grabbed the back of his neck and let my fingers glide through his thick dark hair.

“Fuck…” he breathed out. His forehead pressed against mine. Blue eyes bored into green for a few short breaths. His chest heaved and his knees bent before I felt his hands move down to cup my butt. My ass overfilled his palms when he lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Ahhhh!” I cried out, but his lips captured mine before I could make any other protests.

With my legs still firmly in place around his waist, he bent forward and gently laid me down onto the sleeping bag.

His lips never left mine as his right hand toyed with the hem of my top. I felt the rough pads of his fingers against my sensitive skin. My hips bucked when he started inching higher. With the same light touch as before, he let my breast fill his hand. He tested the weight and ran his thumb over the already hardened and sensitive nipple. I ached to feel his lips there, to feel the pressure of his soft sucks and nibbles.

My breaths grew heavier the longer he circled my nipple. His other hand was flat next to my head, holding him up. I turned my head and kissed his wrist and forearm. His salty skin felt rough and hard under my tongue.

“Take your shirt off baby, I want to see these perfect tits you’ve teased me with for so long. I need to taste them,” he said in a low and deep voice I almost didn’t recognize.

I scrambled to follow his orders.

Once my shirt was off, he looked down at me and sweared. I could tell by the hardness against my thigh he liked what he saw. He bent his dark head and with the slyest grin I’ve ever seen, he licked my hard pink nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked the hard nub with his tongue, making me cry out in pleasure.

“Ohhh God, that feels so good,” I panted.

“Mmmm, these are so perfect baby,” he told me between licks and sucks.

I gripped the back of his head and held him in place. It all felt so good, everything from the smell of the fire in his hair to the amazing things his tongue and mouth were capable of.

He moved to my other breast and repeated the same tedious process of licking, sucking and biting. I almost lost control when his right hard dipped down the front of my shorts.

“Do you want this?” He asked, hand still down the front of my shorts.

His fingers moved along the soft smooth skin right above where I desperately wanted him to touch. I moaned and lifted my hips.

“That’s not an answer sweetheart, I want the words.” His tone was firm.

“Yes! Please. Please I want you. I always have.” I rushed the words out and was rewarded with a slight movement of his hand.

“Mmmmm.” I whimpered, wanting those fingers inside me. Now.

He kissed my lips again. I tilted my head up as he licked the length of my neck and nibbled my collar bone.

His rough tongue trailed down the center of my chest while his free hand teased my nipples.

When his tongue met the waist of my shorts, he looked up, making eye contact. He hooked his fingers into the waist and tugged. I nodded my head and lifted my butt, helping to shimmy the shorts off.

I thought I would feel embarrassed to be completely naked in front of him like that, but I felt powerful and sexy. The way his pupils dilated and the hardness I felt against my thigh, let me know he was turned on by the sight and feel of my body.

Reaching my arms up to pull him in for a kiss, I grabbed at air. He wasn’t where he was a brief moment before. No, he moved lower. I felt cool air tickle my pussy before his warm wet tongue touched my clit.

“Ughhh!” I moaned, just that one lick had my hips bucking and my cunt aching for more.

I heard him chuckle before his mouth was on me again. He had a one tracked mind, my pleasure. His tongue and lips brought me to near orgasm several times.

My already short labored breaths became frantic when he slid two fingers inside me. He curled his fingers and stroked me just right. I gripped his hair with one hand and pinched my nipple with the other. He may have been teasing me with an orgasm for the last few minutes, but I was ready for a release. I held his head in place between my thighs. My pussy started to flutter around his fingers.

“Cum for me beautiful,” he said against my wet needy pussy.

“Ohhhhh!” I screamed out, as the orgasm racked through my body. It was the type of orgasm you felt from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. He continued to lick me as my pussy spasmed and pulsed.

I threw my hands out to my sides, feeling completely relaxed and languid. I let out a sigh and looked down. His beautiful eyes were hooded and the day old stubble on his chin was wet. Perched on his hands and knees, he looked like a tiger ready to attack. The set of his jaw was primal. My stomach flipped and our eyes locked when he started to crawl up my body.

He kissed my lips a little rougher than before and I tasted my own wetness on his tongue. He abruptly leaned back and started taking his shorts off.

Cargo shorts and boxer briefs flew by my head, but that didn’t affect me like the sight of his naked body before me. I swallowed loudly when he run his hand up and down his shaft. His cock jutted out from a patch of dark trimmed hair. The head was swollen and leaked a drop of precum.

I wanted it and I wanted it now.

“Come here,” I said boldly. No longer was I the timid girl I was before.

He dropped to his knees and held me in his arms, kissing me with more gentleness this time.

I didn’t want gentle.

I wanted that animal with feral blue eyes from earlier.

I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down. He hissed and moaned in response.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He lined his hard cock up to my needy wet slit.

The first few inches felt like an answered prayer. I wanted to feel him deep inside me so badly. I would’ve given anything for him to push in all the way.

He worked his dick in slowly, with each inch he pulled out and entered me again. It was the most painful pleasure I had ever experienced.

I gripped his shoulders to get him to hurry and bury himself inside me, but he was holding himself back.

I dug my nails into his strong shoulders and pulled. He sunk in deep with a powerful thrust. With his cock fully seated inside me, he kissed me so hard I knew my lips would have bruises in the morning.

He started moving his hips slowly, but I wanted him wild and unchecked.

I wanted to be fucked like an animal.

I bit his chest and heard him groan. He liked it rough too, so I racked my nails down his back.

That got him moving.

Holding my left leg with his arm, he bared down and thrust hard. I felt that thrust in my throat as I gasped for air. I squeezed him with my inner muscles when he thrust hard again.

“Oh God!” I yelled out near his ear.

I wasn’t expecting to cum again so quickly. The moment the orgasm hit me, I bit down on his shoulder and felt his cock somehow get harder than before.

He was fucking my like a wild man. His movements only for his pleasure as he slid in and out of my slick channel. The tent was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin and smelled like sex.

After two more pounding strokes he stilled deep inside me and I felt his cum fill me. He groaned in pleasure with his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. That sight alone was enough to make me cum again.

“Oh fuck…” he breathed out.

He opened his eyes and bent to kiss me. I wiped the sweat and hair from his brow before he pulled out of me.

He rolled onto his back and pulled me to his chest. He rubbed my back and ran his fingers through my now tangled hair. He kissed my forehead.

“Hey, so…uhh…that was–”

“–Fucking amazing!” I interrupted.

He chuckled and held me closer. I threw my leg over his and snuggled in for the night.

I knew in the morning we were going to have a serious discussion; but wrapped up next to his sweaty body, I wasn’t worried about it at all.

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