Background: I have been with my boyfriend for around 3 years now. This was a few years back when I was a freshman in college and he was in a different college than me. I had just moved into a dorm at a different city from our hometown. We had been dating for almost a year back then and starting to get hot and heavy with each other. He is almost 6 feet tall meanwhile I am barely 5 feet tall.
Anyway…we were just settling into our new long distance situation when it occurred to me that he loves camping but hasn’t gone in a while. I had never been camping before. I wanted my first time to be with him (in more ways than one ;) and so I mentioned it to him. I saw a few sites with amazing and romantic views near where I just moved into, so we picked one close by and were super excited. The date was set towards the end of September. The day comes and he picks me from my dorm with his Jeep. We start driving to our site, radio on while we sing our hearts out. I gasp as the little mountains and lakes start appearing because I don’t get to see much of nature often. He notices and grins at me while slowly running his fingers down my thighs… I blush and thoughts anticipating our first night together alone start going through my mind. He rolls down the windows a bit so we can feel a nice wind.