I awake to the sound of a soft rain falling on our tent. I check to make sure it’s not getting in anywhere, then see that my sleeping bag has slid away from yours. I nestle back into a spooning postition, wiggling a little until my ass is right up against you and your chest is pressed against my back. Half asleep, you respond by throwing an arm over me and pulling me in tighter. Content, I fall asleep again.
The next time I wake up, your hand has snaked inside my sleeping bag to play with my nipple through my shirt and there’s a telltale bulge pressing against my ass. I smile, taking your hand and pulling it under my shirt for direct contact. Your hands are warm, I don’t know how you do that. I start to murmur happily but you shush me. Our friends are camping nearby. I roll over to face you and give you a long, hungry kiss. I slip my hand inside your sleeping bag and rub your dick over your pajama pants. I know my hands are too cold to go in yet. I tuck my hand between your legs to warm it up and lightly tickle your balls. You slide your hand down my stomach and into my pants, finding me already wet.