Frontier Comforts

"There, tent." He stands back, admiring his handywork. They'd arrived to the campsite over an hour ago. While it'd taken some time to remember how everything works, he'd managed to get every snap on the right line and each pole into the right pocket.

"Yea that's- pretty much a tent." She smiled and hugged him, planting a kiss on his cheek before turning her attention back to the fire she was trying to get burning. "This, on the other hand, is not quite a fire yet."

He turned his attention there. 10 years as a bank manager had roughed his camping skills somewhat, but it was all coming back to him quickly. He knelt by the fire and shuffled some of the wood around. He grabbed a few small pieces of wood and set them roughly in place beside the fire pit, then grabbed the small hatchet and set about shaving off some small pieces.

"Kindling is important" he started, "fire has to have something to burn when it's small." He held up the shavings and turned them so she could see. The sun was falling fast and the campground was crossing quickly from dim to dark. She smiled and nodded, watching him work. She'd not seen much of his outdoorsy side in a while. She'd forgotten how hot it could be. She watched as his hand gripped the hatchet firmly and brought it down against the pieces of wood. Something certainly stirred within her.

"I know how to start a fire, just a little hard to do sometimes." She spoke quietly with an air of wry humor in her voice.

"Well luckily, I've got-" He held the small red lighter against the slip of paper at the bottom of the carefully piled wood for a moment. The fire quickly caught on the paper and spread to the small wood shavings, then to the finely split kindling. "-the magic touch!" He smiled and turned to her, holding up the hatchet and lighter. She laughed and made a quiet cheer to commemorate his fire-starting skills.

"Alright, I've already got some dinner mixed and prepped, do you think you can handle splitting some more wood for our fire? Don't want it to go out too early." She asked, but already knew the answer.

"Of course." He made an exaggerated bow and grabbed a hold of the wooden axe and a log-round they'd brought with them from home. He set the round on top of another larger one and took a wide stance. She poured the thick stew mixture into the small pot and put it beside the fire on a small rack, then swiveled the rack over top of the flames.

He reared up, bringing the axe directly over his head, paused for a moment, then brought it down with a 'THWACK' right in the center of the smaller round. It split cleanly in two, each piece falling to the ground with a soft thud. The sound caught her off guard, but pulled her attention away from the slowly warming stew. She watched as he grabbed one of the halves, setting it back up on the larger round and stepping away again.

He raised the axe up again, bringing it down with another THWACK and splitting the smaller half in half again. The sight of him so casually splitting wood allured her. She leaned back in the small camp chair and watched. The black and red flannel shirt wasn't tight by any definition, but it was just form fitting enough that when he flexed his muscles to bring the axe crashing down to split another piece of wood, she could see his bicep flex and tug at the thick material.

She hadn't thought of this before, but it really worked for her. The expression of strength and survival skills. After all he'd set up her shelter, split wood, even started her fire. All this was starting another fire for her.

Each swing felt satisfying to him. To watch the previously solid chunk of wood split into two and fall to the ground was like it's own little build and release of tension. It was so satisfying that before he realized it he'd split nearly 6 rounds into two full armloads of wood. He looked over to her, sitting in the camp chair, her eyes locked on him.

"Everything OK?" He asked, completely innocently. He was unaware of any of the thoughts racing through her head. She'd been leaning back in her chair, admiring how his jeans cupped his ass perfectly, the way his muscles extended and brought crushing power down to split each piece of wood. Her eyes slid up and down his form as he chopped and stacked the little pieces of wood.

"Hello- anybody home?" he waved his hand in front of her. Suddenly she jolted to attention, she'd hardly noticed that he'd finished splitting wood and taken a seat by the fire. As soon as he took off the lid of the stew, the sweet and salty smell wafted across the camp, competing with the smoky smell of a burning fire.

"Yea yea sorry I was just- spacing out." She paused for a moment, thinking ahead to what she wanted to do to this man she'd been ogling. Pin him down in the tent and fuck his brains out. Pull him on top of her and let him fill her full of his cum. Bend over a log and have him ravish her in the woods.

"OK, well smells like dinner will be ready in just a few minutes." He pulled two small buns from a cooler and pulled them open, placing them on the rack beside the pot.

"Something on your mind?" He asked, his hand caressing her cheek gently.

"Oh it's nothing, maybe a surprise for you later." She spoke with a thirsty wink in her voice, despite the fatigue she could already feel setting in.

"Can't wait."He nodded, smiling as he reclined in his seat. Her mind was still racing with thoughts of him splitting wood, and maybe a few of him delivering wood, but she shook it off for now. Dinner first, satisfaction later.

Dinner was ready quickly, he scooped two heaping portions of the stew into the two small camping bowls and grabbed a toasted bun for each of them. They looked at each other, up at the stars, and into the crackling fire as they chatted and ate.

"I think the last time I was camping was when we were dating. With your parents."

"Oh yea I remember that. We all went up hiking and camped on that summit." She giggled, "That was so weird, my dad never took us camping before and we never went again."

"I think maybe he was just testing if I was bullshitting him about being able to start a fire and catch a fish. What an odd way to test it though" He smiled, finishing off his bun and scraping up the last of his stew.

"I think he just wanted to get to know you better." She said with a reassuring smile. "Besides, even if it was a test, you clearly passed didn't you?"

"I suppose I did." He set his bowl down for emphasis. Then stood up and held his hand out for hers. "I'll wash up bowls, you're looking about ready for bed." she slipped the bowl into his hands and he collected his own, heading towards the creek that ran beside the campground.

By the time he was back to the tent, she was already in their tent. He stopped by the door and heard the gentle sawing sound of her snoring. Not like a chainsaw, but maybe like a team of tiny elves working to cut down a sappling. He smiled and set each bowl by the rapidly dying fire. He took a moment to himself. Looked up at the stars, then separated the hot coals of the fire. It'd been so long since they'd been camping, and he so loved being able to take care of her and flex a bit of his backwoods knowledge. After a few moments he decided to turn in.

He took off his shoes and coat before unzipping the tent and setting them carefully, quietly, inside. He stepped in himself and finished stripping down for bed, slipped into their zip-together sleeping bags. He breathed out deeply, the warm air in his lungs felt like it filled the small tent with comfort, and the sweet smoky smell of the fire filled in the rest. She pulled close to him as he settled, her light snore was frequently interrupted by a soft moan or a mumbled word, her fingers found their way to the middle of his tshirt, gripping the fabric and releasing it every so often.

"Sleep good." He said, scooting his head over and pecking a kiss on her forehead while she dreamed.

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She awoke in a dark woodland, it must have been early since a hazy fog sat low between the trees. She was cold, wearing only a light white dress and flats. Clearly not an outfit meant for climbing over fallen trees and skipping between rocks. She stood slowly, looking around but finding only trees as far as the eye could see.

"Hello?" She called out into the mossy limbo,"Is anyone there?" She climbed to her feet slowly and found her footing on the soft soil of the forest floor. No sooner than she'd found her footing than she heard a soft footfall behind her. She whipped around, spooked by the noise, her hair following her in a flurry of brown and blonde. "Who is it??

There was no response, only another footfall behind her. She whipped around again, only to catche a glimpse of something disappearing behind a tree. Her breathing began to quicken, she could feel her pulse pounding in her neck.

Then another, this time just to the side of where she'd been looking, two beady eyes and a great snout poked out from behind a tree. For a moment, it just looked like a dog, maybe a particularly large husky, but as it took another step out from behind the tree, a sickly red glow shone from it's eyes, and it's massive fangs slipped from it's lips as a low growl wafted through the air.

Then another snout and glowing red pair of eyes appeared. Then another, and another. In mere moments the forest had turned from an eerie yet serene scene of mossy ambiance, into a monster studded hellhole. She began to panic, turning from the horde of angry eyes and running in the opposite direction. She dashed over small rocks and kicked up a wake of pine needles as she ran, each footfall making a resounding THWUMP as it struck the roots and dirt of the forest floor. She dashed from one tree to the next, on the third tree she heard the footsteps behind her, four at a time.

She peered over her shoulder just in time to see a massive beast lunge at her and snap its jaws, missing her shoulder by only an inch or so and tumbling into the tree which a loud screech and a crashing THUD. She leapt forward diving into the dirt as another beast lunged at her, only missing by a foot or so, but landing gracefully to her right. It immedaitely reared its head and lunged in for another snap of its jaw. She rolled just in time, covering the still white of her dress in a coating of dirt and pine needles as she dodged. The beast's jaw clamped around a root and wedged itself between the root and the dirt. It whimpered and snarled as it tried to pull itself out. She wasted no time in climbing to her feet and taking off running again.

She could head the beasts behind her as she ran, she could feel their hot breath on her heels and hear their snapping jaws. Every moment they were ever so slightly closer until she knew they would have her. In desperation she dove forward, sliding beneath a cluster of fallen tree trunks. She pulled back as far as she could into the mossy wet cave, the beasts reached the opening immediately and began to snap and dig at the soft earth and rotted wood that protected her.

They snapped at her and dug, and snapped and dug for what felt like an eternity. Then a loud THWUNK and a beast's head split in two, a red geyser of blood erupting from it's skull. She screamed, though it made no noise. A boot came crashing down into another beast's skull, and what looked like a wooden stick caught another in the jaw, pushing it back. The beasts shifted focus, looking up to an unseen attacker as another flash of shining steel caught a beast behind it's shoulder and sent it flopping dead against the ground. She could see now what had caught the first beast. A wooden handled ax with a shining steel head, now covered in a thin layer of bright red blood. No sooner had she identified the weapon than a pair of boots came slamming to the ground and stepped over to the fallen beast. From this distance she could see a pair of jeans and the bottom of a flannel shirt were all attached to the boots, in roughly the shape of a man. A large hand she recognized wrapped around the ax and yanked it from the creature. She didn't dare move, but she didn't have to. The boots came toward her, ax dangling beside them.

The Jeans knelt down and a hand grabbed the bottom of the log covering her. With one smooth motion, the log began to rise rapidly. She looked up, seeing him standing there, his clothes splattered in blood and a warm smile on his face.

"Are you OK?" he asked quietly, though is words sounded distant. She nodded reaching out her hand towards him. He dropped the ax and reached his own hand to meet hers. As they touched everything shifted. She was beside a campfire, he was kneeling before her stoking the flames. She saw the dress she'd been wearing hanging from a line across the fire, a gentle breeze making it flap in the wind she was cloaked now in a thick woolen blanket with nothing beneath. He stood up and turned towards her, his shirt unbuttoned down to just above his belly button, exposing his bare chest. She knew him, she knew him well. He set the axe against the log beside her and reached out a hand to caress her face. She leaned into it, relaxing her grip on the blanket that hung around her. He pulled her jaw upwards slightly, bending down and kissing her passionately on the lips.

She felt a shudder roll through her as she released her grip on the blanket. It fell in a graceful heap around her on the log, the chilled air nipped at her exposed back, her nipples quickly hardened as the air seeped into her skin, but he reached down putting his hands beneath her thighs and lifting her up effortlessly from the log. She wrapped her legs around him and felt his warmth against her skin. She kissed him again, this time wrapping her fingers into his hair and pulling him close, her arms wrapping around his neck. She could feel his rough stubble against her cheeks as she kissed him again and again. She felt the warmth all around her as he turned towards the fire, bending over, he gently laid her in the hot coals. They didn't burn her, instead only warming her cool flesh and igniting her desire for him.

He righted himself, slowly pulling the last two buttons free as she laid back, her hands beginning to slide over her own form as she watched him undress. He smiled, pulling the latch of his belt free and slowly unbuttoning the fly. Her fingers reached between her legs, slowly and sensually rubbing at her lips as his pants came loose. Her finger glanced between her lips, gently rubbing her clit as she watched his pants fall to the ground. He stepped out of them, placing his bare feet on the coals. He stood before her, both familiar and new, his erection seemed to loom over her. She spread her legs farther apart, showing him her wet and ready pussy, as she continued to massage herself for him.

He bent a knee, then the other, positioning himself between her knees and his cock at her entrance. He set his head gently against her, then leaned forward and gently kissed her stomach. She placed a hand on his head as he kissed her tummy again, a little higher this time, then again on her rib cage. He placed his lips against the bottom of her breast, then parted his lips and enveloped her erect nipple. He slowly kissed and licked at the tip of her breast, before lifting his head and looking up into her eyes. There was a fire within him, a power that she wanted to feel within herself. She guided his lips back to her breast and placed her feet against his butt, pushing him ever so slightly towards her. He obliged, sliding his cock into her with ease. She let out a moan, the sensation of his warm member within her sent a shiver down her spine. She reached a hand out to the side gripping a handfull of red hot coals as he pushed into her.

He perfectly filled her with each thrust. His lips danced from her nipples, up to her collar bone and against her neck. Somehow even with the bed of coals they laid on his lips were even hotter to the touch. He pulled back, his tip nearly pulling out of her, before sliding back in pushing all the way into her and catching on her g-spot, then pulling back and thrusting again. She let out a small moan, pulling his head up and his lips against hers. She kissed him deeply, their tongues intermingling and sliding against each other. He pulled back, and thrust again and again, pushing deep within her and squeezing a gentle moan out of her with each thrust. His breath was quickened, his hands gripped her sides and pulled her into him, when suddenly he reached out, grabbing a coal and slipping it between them. He slid it down into place against her clit and held it in place with his own pubic bone. His thrusts were less dramatic, but the small coal began to rattle and buzz with warmth and energy, nudging against her clit as his cock made small thrusts and tapped against the spot within.

She could feel something mounting, she could feel the external heat, the heat of desire and longing compressing and forming into something within her. His lips found their way back to her neck, beginning to suck and kiss at her tender flesh as she felt the mounting wave approaching.

"Don't stop" she whispered in his ear as his thrusts and the buzzing coal pushed her closer and closer to the edge, "please god don't fucking stop."

"I would never." He whispered back, kissing her ear as he finished. It was enough. She wrapped her arms around him, her legs tightened and her core tensed up her breathing out of control. She moaned with pleasure and he moaned back, releasing a steady pump of cum into her as her cries cut through the forest air. He held her closing pumping into her as she held him close. The heat of the coals comforted them as she stroked a hand up and down his back, and he stroked her hair quietly.

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He stirred in his sleeping bag as a sliver of sunlight poked through the open vent and caught him directly in the eye. He stretched his sore muscles, reaching over and finding her half of the bag empty. He let out a deep breath, then pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked toward his feet at the tent doorway.

The vent was open and he could see her milling about the camp. A fire was burning and the smell of toasted buns and fresh bacon was in the air. He reached over to his bag, grabbed some fresh clothes and did the camp shuffle to change in his bag, without exposing anything to the cold air in the tent. Once he was fresh he unzipped the bag and slipped out.

As he unzipped the tent he could hear her happily humming as she pulled a freshly boiled pot of coffee away from the hot fire. The air was warmer this morning, spring was finally giving way to summer. He stretched again and exited the tent.

"Good morning sleepyhead." She said with a smile as she pulled him in for a kiss.

"Good morning," He looked across the breakfast spread she'd prepared. Bacon and sausage chopped up and mixed with scrambled eggs and a dash of hot sauce, as well as two buns toasting on the grill, and a fresh pot of coffee. "Wow you're shaping up into quite the frontier woman, I'm impressed."

"Sit down, everything is being handled by mwah this morning." She smiled and pointed to a chair by the fire. He obliged, sitting down and reclining by the warm fire. It wasn't until now that he'd noticed what she was wearing. His flannel from the night before, pajama bottoms, and her thick rimmed glasses, with her brown and blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail.

"Well, that sounds pretty great. And you even got the fire going, I'm impressed." Before he could even finish his sentence she handed him a hoagie filled with bacon, egg, and sausage. He took a bite as she stood in front of him. She leaned over and poured a small cup of coffee. His eyes were glued to her ass, which filled out the thin, soft material perfectly. She turned back to him, setting the coffee in the cup holder of the chair as he took another bite.