Winter Morning. A Campfire Story (Part 2) MF

Morning came slowly, the sun’s light slowly creeping into the bedroom. I could hear birds chirping back and forth. I felt your breath on my chest and opened my eyes, you lay snuggled against me with your head on my shoulder. Your hair smelled of shampoo and wood smoke. I smiled, sighing softly. You move and whisper “Good morning.”

“Good Morning love,” I whisper back. You wrap your arm around me in response. I feel you’re nipples rub against my side and the memories of last night come crashing back. You wrap you leg over mine and I feel the soft heat of your pussy against me. My cock begin harden. You giggle as you feel me tense up from the excitement.

“Do you want more?” You ask as you run your fingers down my stomach and slowly wrap your hand around my hardening cock. You gently stroke it, up and down, as it stiffens completely. You moan as you squeeze it tight. “I love how hard you get for me.”

My breath catches as you run your fingers under the tip of my dick, hitting that sensitive spot you love to play with. You always know just how to drive me mad.

Winter Night. A Camp Fire Story (MF)

It was late at night and we sat by the dying fire holding hands, your head on my shoulder. Slow slowly fell around us and the wind gently rustled through the trees. As the last embers began to die out you stood up, and kissed me. Pulling me out of the chair you led me into the cottage.

The fire in the wood stove was still burning but the air was cold. You shut the door and pushed me against it, kissing me. We began undressing one another and realizing it was too cold we rushed into the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind us. You pushed me onto the bed, laying me on my back and sat on my stomach. You traced your fingers along my arms and chest and down my stomach. You slowly ground your hips against me. You leaned down and kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around you and held you tight.