// First time poster, long time lurker.
My wife and I had spent the day exploring the cypress swamps of Southern Illinois. The weather hadn’t yet caught on that September should mean cool nights. We were tired, sweaty, and ready to climb into our tent and sleep.
We’ve got one of those fancy roof-top tents on the bed of our truck. Fold it open and it’s a cozy nest in the air with all your favorite bedding already inside. Our campground was in a tiny town that had definitely seen better days, so there was nobody else in the campsite except for a couple of empty RVs, trucks gone, probably drinking at the tiny bar down the road.
We’re both tall so the tent is especially cozy. I’m 6’5”, 270, just a big cuddly, hairy bearded bear. Down below I’m not too small, not too big, juuuust right—and uncut. My wife is 6’1” and slender with the exception of her fine and full ass and legs that go forever, hair short. She’d fit right in with /r/bois.
We lay there in the humid night, grateful the mosquitoes are outside the tent. The tent’s windows are open to the mesh screens for some meager breeze and a bit of moonlight. There’s nothing to hear but the crickets and cicadas and frogs. My hand is on her waist, that sublime spot where the hip curves out, my fingers able to graze the skin above her pussy. Some sexy thoughts come to mind.
That morning, the young woman at the coffee drive-thru shack, dancing to music while shaking up our iced latte, wearing a t-shirt revealing her perky tits and no bra, everything swaying and bouncing.
Two nights earlier, my wife and I in bed, finally feeling a little horny after all the stress that is this new world of pandemic life. I couldn’t find the condom, so we ended up with her on her stomach fingering herself until she came, as I kneeled at the top of the bed, my cock filling her mouth, her moans from her orgasm muffled for the best reason. I didn’t cum though, and we still felt a little sexually on edge during the next two busy days.
So now in the tent, the erotic memory of the barista’s thinly veiled tits and my wife’s mouth on my cock…. “Sweetie, I want to feel your breast.”
“Mmm, yes please!”
Oh, the wonderfully quality dirty talk of a tired yet horny married couple. Ha! And yet it worked. Spoiler alert, we got laid.
I’m a big guy with large hands. Her cute breasts are just the right kind of handful. I knead her breast, with an upwards pull on her nipple just how she likes it. She rolls towards me and kisses me, with depth and hunger. We haven’t had that in a long time. Every day feels so stressful lately. Now I can taste the arousal on her tongue.
I push her onto her back to reach her nipples. I can barely see her in the cloud covered moonlight. I’m sucking on her nipples, flicking my tongue, she starts to squirm. I feel her hand go under my shorts, stroking me.
She’s got one hand around my cock, the other’s rubbing her pussy. Our kissing gets more intense as I bite her lip, she bites my neck, then inhales my scent. I suddenly smell her pussy’s arousal adding a tang to the humid air.
Outside, the rain that’s been threatening to fall for a couple hours starts. There’s lightning to the east, and though we’re in a high tent I’m almost too turned on to care. I still take a moment to count from flash to thunder. “We’re good,” I say. “The lightning isn’t here.”
“Thanks for keep us safe, sweetie!” She whispers in my ear. “Do you have the condom?”
I do. And the lube. Always be prepared with all the essential wilderness supplies, folks!
She lubes up her pussy and then my cock. Her slick hand on my cock’s head feels amazing.
Condom on, I lay back and she climbs on top. LPT, folks, an air mattress with a foam topper is excellent for sex. It gives just the right amount of bounce.
She rides me, leaning down to but my ear lobe. I grab that amazing ass of hers and slide in and out. I smell her sex, I can hear the rain on the tent, and even with the cool rain finally falling we are doing more than our fair share of heating up the tent.
“Can you feel that?” she asks, as we rock back and forth, her pussy doing wonderful things to my cock. “The truck.” We’re veering close into campground cliche territory. Though we don’t have a van, we’re definitely rocking and hopefully no one comes knocking. It’s a funny moment, I think that someone would definitely know what’s going on if they saw our truck with a giant tent on top rocking back and forth.
The sensations of the rain on the tent and her pussy and our kissing and oh fuck that’s the right angle and “Sweetie, I’m about to cum!”
“That’s good! I want you to cum!” she moans into my ear, then bites my earlobe. We’re wrapped in each other and her pussy feels amazing and I’m cumming and the thunder rolls and the truck rocks and the night still sweats and my eyes are closed and I thrust and fuuuck, God, that feels good.
We lay there. Sweaty again. Breathing into each other. Her breasts against my chest.
We needed this.
Also, maybe I should look into upgrading the truck’s suspension.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/itez2k/making_a_humid_night_in_our_tent_a_few_degrees