Despite the darkness, he found the campsite number she had given him, and parked beside her truck. She had picked a secluded site, lots of trees and no visible neighbours. Perfect for what he had in mind.
The camper was dark. She was waiting for him, sitting on the picnic table, bathed in the glow from the campfire. He wondered if she'd worn underwear under the knee length skirt. Knowing her, probably not.
"I didn't think you'd come..." The tone, half challenge, half smug, caused a flash of irritation, quickly suppressed, but she must have seen it in his eyes, because her lips curved into a smirk. He itched to show her a better way to use her lips. Plenty of time for that, though.
"Really" His voice was soft, low, the word drawn out, and she could feel herself tighten in anticipation. She knew that tone, and could hear the promise that one word carried with it.
His cock felt tight against the zipper of his jeans, as he imagined the ways she was going to submit to him before the night was over. He strolled across the campsite, making mental notes – the bundle of tarp straps and rope on the camper hitch, the hammock strung between two trees.
Stopping in front of her, he reached out a hand, brushing the tips of his fingers across her soft cheek,stroked his fingers into her long auburn hair. Grabbing a firm handful, hard enough to make her gasp, he yanked her head back, forcing her to brace her hands behind her on the table and exposing her white throat and the swell of her creamy breasts visible in the V of her sleeveless blouse.
Moving, slowly, deliberately, heightening the anticipation, he lowered his head to the shadowy cleft. Not quite touching her, he held still, his hot damp breath on her skin. He heard her breath catch, and shifted his grip on her hair, loosening his hold slightly, tugging her head further back rather than forcing, and feeling her give in as her back arched and her head dropped. His lips brushed her skin, and he nibbled his way to her neck before closing his teeth on her tender flesh, making her gasp at the sudden unexpected pain.
His voice was barely audible, the tone expressing so much more than his words. "I'm going to fuck you until you don't even know your own name. But not just yet" She could feel his breath hot against her earlobe, and his words caused a new flood of wetness between her legs.
With deceptive gentleness, he guided her backwards until she was laying on the table, then stroked his hand down her neck, down her chest to the first button on her shirt, where he paused. She reached her hands up to the front of her shirt, but he batted her fingers away.
Grabbing both sides of her shirt, he ripped it open in one swift jerk, exposing her black D cup lace bra to the night air. Her startled protest was choked off by his hand on her throat, squeezing enough to get his point across. "I want you to turn around" he instructed, in a tone that suggested she do as he say, and she followed the guidance of his hands, moving so that she was laying lengthwise on the table, with him standing near her head.
