The Campout Pt. 4.1
When the sun rose the next morning, there was a chill in the air. The cool spring morning was damp & foggy, the birds chirping in the woods around their tent. She woke with a chill & reached for him, but he was not laying next to her. Sitting up, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, allowing the blanket to fall, exposing her bare breast. Instantly her nipples hardened from the breeze blowing through the open screens on the tent’s walls.
Pulling the blanket back up, she searched through her bag for some clean clothes. Finding a pair of old blue jeans & her favorite lavender-colored sweater, she pulled them on quickly to help warm her body. Standing, she stepped through the tent flap, & found him at the campfire, cooking breakfast. The aromas of sausage & eggs filled her nostrils as she inhaled deeply. Her tummy growled in hunger as she approached him near the fire’s edge.