She was just a bit over 5 feet tall, small and compact. She wore a wide brimmed hat, sun glasses, a black tank top that provided enough support for her small breasts, and a long tan skirt, and a light scarf that she used as a shawl to keep the sun off her neck, back, and arms. She had this great tattoo up her left arm, these small nuclear orange squirrels. It was the tattoo that broke the ice. We talked and–do you know when you meet someone and it seems like you’re already friends? It was like that. Everything we talked about it was like we had shared all of these experiences and we just didn’t know it.
It started to get dark. She took off her hat. Her hair was this dark short boy cut. I kept looking for ways to touch her and then my arm was around her and then I told her I wanted to kiss her and then she answered me by kissing me. We went to my tent and talked and got closer as the sky got darker.
My eyes adjusted to the dark I saw that she was lying on her hands and her hips were rocking ever so slightly. I watched her, transfixed, and although I could hear the noise from outside I become acutely aware of my own breathing and the fact that I was holding my erection through my shorts. My heart was pounding. We stopped talking. The air became thick. I began the process of pulling my cock through the fly of my short. Eons passed between each action: zipper, pause, pull, pause, button, pause, boxer fly, cock in hand. I stroked myself. She moved her hips a little faster. We inched toward each other.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
I reached over with my left arm and cradled her head, my right hand stayed fixed to my aching, dripping cock–I already wanted to cum.
She got up on all fours and crawled sideways over me, her long shirt draping over me. She reached under the waistband of her skirt pulled her panties aside before impaling herself on my cock–my bare cock. In an instant a moment of clarity where I knew this was a risk and then in the next gone as I found myself fully inside her. She rode me with such deliberate determination. She arched her stomach away from mine and braced herself with her left hand on my shoulder. He right arms snaked between us until her hand found her clit. She rubbed herself, her knuckles sliding swiftly along my wet and matted pubic hair. Then she came, with a quiet cracking voice, air catching in her throat with each spam. Hey body quaked and flexed and shook and I felt her cum wash down my cock and balls. She collapsed on me, her head heavy on my sternum, her short dark hair sticking to my sweaty chest. I held her close, my arms wrapped around her. I was so deep inside her, but I continued to thrust, trying to get deeper. I could cum at anytime by I didn’t want to stop. She began kissing my chest and up along my neck and when she found my lips, hers tasted so earthy and salty. I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her skin, holding he tight against me as I erupted deep inside her with existential bliss. I emptied myself entirely within her, my balls continuing to contract even after I had shot the last of my load.
When I had finished, she sat up and her fingers found her clit again. I really wanted to stay hard, but I was too exhausted. By the time she came, I had just about slipped out of her, our combined cum dripping out of her all over my waist.
She laid down next to me and I took her into my arms. I felt right. I felt human. We slept together under sleeping bags, my friend didn’t come home that night. He was having his own wild night.
I woke up parched and with a headache. I found water and reckoned with the fact that I had had unprotected sex. She woke up and we chatted with an ease of a longtime couple: free and casual. Exchanging last names and numbers. We ate together. Then she disappeared into the crowd. We saw each other a few more times and we swore we’d meet up after but we didn’t. It was like we were kids in summer camp. A lifetime together in a day.
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