May 2010
It has been nine months since they closed on their house and started their project of christening every room. Living together has been better than Allison could have imagined. The feeling of waking up next to Pete every single morning was absolutely amazing. He spooned her, his body connecting with hers over the entire length, his arm draped over her side. His hand would frequently rest over her breast. She could feel his breath on her neck in slow, even exhales. It was the absolute perfect way to wake up.
They were away from the bedroom of their townhouse this weekend though. It was promising to be a warm and dry one and seemingly on a whim, Pete had dragged them out camping. They had driven up to the campsite after work on Friday and Alli closely followed Pete's directions helping him set up the tent. She's never been camping before, not like this. She had gone to camp for many summers and they had campouts in tents that had already been set up for them on platforms up the path from the main camp. But this was completely new to her. Pete had all the equipment and a whole lot of stories of camping as a boy scout and then making his way through England and Scotland on a backpacking trip with his childhood friend Logan.
Alli felt comfortable outdoors, she wasn't a high maintenance girl, but her experience wasn't as extensive as Pete's. They have taken many hiking trips together over the years that they've been dating and Pete had long talked about going camping. They had finally pulled the trigger on it and now she watched Pete as he cooked sausage and peppers over the camp stove. She was frequently in awe of this man and the fact that in some way, she had a claim to him. He was a loyal friend, a caring partner, an amazing cook, and had absolutely no complaints about sharing the load of household chores. He washed the dishes, vacuumed the house, and did the laundry just as often as she did.
Pete looked up at her from where he crouched by the small portable device and tilted his baseball cap back, smiling at her. There was something inexplicably extra in his smile, something that resonated through her whole body, wanting very much to capture that particular smile for always in her brain.
"It's almost ready now. Why don't you get us a couple of plates and open up the rolls?" Pete suggested. Allison nodded, getting up from the picnic table. She was already busy anticipating what the sex in the tent tonight would be like.
She had some fantasies about doing it out in the open, in the woods somewhere, but she imagined the mosquitoes would eat her alive with that much exposed skin. Yes, the mosquitoes seemed like a much scarier possibility to Allison than someone actually seeing them.
"This is really great," she complimented Pete's cooking. The food seemed to taste especially delicious in this setting.
"You're really great," Pete's rebuttal was almost instantaneous. It made Alli smile. He picked up a piece of pepper that had fallen out of her roll and fed it to her. She nipped his finger with her lips.
"I love you," the words rolled off her tongue so easily when it came to Pete.
"I love you too," his smile still served to make her melt. "And, after we clean this stuff, I think I'm gonna have you for dessert." Allison felt her thighs clench together at the thought.
They rushed through clearing and storing the food just to get back into the tent and zip up the flap. Pete had a pad for underneath the sleeping bag and Allison had wondered, on the ride up, how comfortable that would actually be, to be sleeping on the hard ground. But by the time they made it inside, she didn't really care about that at all. Pete had almost tackled her to the ground immediately, kissing her lips, her face, her jawline, her neck. Alli pulled off his baseball cap, letting her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to her.
"Your neck tastes like bug spray and I don't even care," Pete declared.
"I'm sorry," it made her feel the slightest bit self-conscious.
"No, it's fine. I'm just gonna taste you someplace else instead. He was already moving down her body, pulling her shorts down as he went, along with her panties. He got her naked from the waist down and spread her thighs open with his hands.
Allison felt her pussy gushing just at the thought of Pete's tongue. He was so remarkably good at making her come with his mouth that the anticipation alone got her halfway there. He got comfortable, laying on his stomach and moving his tongue through her slit, from her entrance up to her clit, then back. He licked at and sucked on her folds, drawing them in between his lips. His tongue pressed firmly inside her, pushing into her channel, and her hips lifted off the ground towards Pete's face. She couldn't control the sounds that were emanating from her, the moans and whimpers of complete pleasure. And when he sucked her clit into his mouth, igniting her climax, she actually screamed out, immediately clapping her hand over her own mouth.
"So good..." she managed to string two words together, immediately biting her lip because Pete's mouth didn't cease moving over her swollen, sensitive pussy. He eased back slightly, allowing her to regain some composure, but then his fingers were joining in on delivering the immeasurable pleasure between her legs. He slid two fingers through Allison's tender folds and pressed them inside her, making her pussy buck up towards his hand. He moved to the side of her, fucking her with his fingers while his mouth and tongue took a short break. He smiled at Alli, her juices still glistening on his chin, and reached a hand up underneath her shirt and bra, searching out the hard nubs of her nipples and rolling them between his fingers. The dual sensations felt tremendous and Allison found herself trying to restrain her moans and whimpers once again. Pete's fingers thrust into her with the perfect firmness and rhythm and a new orgasm was building. He leaned back over her still throbbing clit and flicked his tongue across it, back and forth, delivering another release.
It was almost too much now. Everything was so sensitive that she felt like her body was buzzing. Her back arched up off the bed as Pete continued to touch her. He was pulling back again, taking the intensity down a notch, letting her ride out the waves of climax.
"Take your pants off, please," her voice was almost breathless. Pete chuckled.
"Oh yeah?"
"I want your cock so badly," she admitted, feeling the slight flush in her face at how desperate her voice sounded at that moment. She needed to feel him inside her. She wanted that full and stretched feeling and the feel of his weight over her body.
"Why don't you help me out?" Pete shifted, sitting up on his knees to let Allison unzip and unbutton his shorts. She had his cock out and in her hand in no time, stroking the length with her fist. He was impossibly hard. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and handed it to her. Allison ripped the packet open, then rolled the condom down over the shaft. "How do you want me to take you, love?" Pete's eyes twinkled.
"Right there, with my legs up over your shoulders," she told him. Pete shifted back between her legs while she lifted them up.
She felt his thighs leaning against hers as he slid his sheathed cock through her slit, back and forth several times, before notching into her opening and pressing in slowly. She never got tired of that feeling when he first entered her, the way her body stretched to accommodate him, that slight burn of him reaching all the way inside her. He settled in before beginning to rock in and out of her slowly. Her ass lifted off the ground as he pulled her to himself by her hips, thrusting deep.
"You feel amazing, Alli," his breathing came ragged. He found the steady rhythm, driving into her in the most satisfying way. She could feel him leaning into her body and loved feeling that stretch along her legs as he nearly bent her in half. "I think you should pull up your shirt and play with those pretty nipples," there was that sparkle in his eyes again. Of course, she didn't hesitate to follow through on his suggestion.
She was going to come again, she could feel it building inside her and her fingers on her own breasts only brought the moment closer. Pete picked up speed, nearing his own orgasm, but held off until Allison was shuddering again, clenching around his cock inside her.
"Fuck," Pete growled, shutting his eyes, his cock pulsing as he unloaded into the condom. Alli's fingers stilled on her breasts and she tried to bring her rapid breathing back under control. Pete brought her legs back down, pulling out carefully, then leaned over her, kissing her lips. "I love you."
"I love you too." There was that smile with something extra on his face again. She couldn't quite decipher it, but she wanted to hold onto it.
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He wanted to start out on this hike as soon as possible. He could barely sleep last night with the anticipation and the ring was burning a hole in the pocket of his shorts. He impressed Alli by making really great coffee in a french press that morning and they were all set to head out on their morning adventure.
There was a really great spot, up high on the hill, where the state park below them spread out as if in the palm of your hand. There were amazing views and on a clear day like today, you could see for miles. He had gotten the ring about a month ago and waited for the perfect time and place to ask Alli. He knew she wouldn't be interested in any sort of big, public display - that wasn't her. It would have to be intimate, something that was just between them. And at the same time, he wanted to do something special, something that wasn't just at their home one night as they sat there watching TV. He had thought that perhaps he would propose to Alli on their trip back to college alumni weekend this spring, but she had gotten an ear infection and ended up spending that weekend in bed, feeling crummy. This, up here in the solitude of nature, surrounded by tremendous scenery, would be quite close to perfect.
The nerves rattled around inside him as they hiked up the narrow trail through the towering trees. Everything was green and fresh and new. They didn't talk very much, their eyes fixed on the woods surrounding them, their hands intermittently brushing against each other. Pete didn't actually think that Alli would turn him down, but the idea of asking her to marry him still seemed monumental and important and tied his stomach up into knots. He could see the treeline now, where the path met the overlook on the edge of the cliff. The sun was streaming in brighter now, unobstructed by trees. The ground underneath their feet was changing from dirt to rock and Pete clung onto the ring box inside his pocket, gripping it in his hand. The words that he planned on saying replayed in his head again and again while his hands turned slick with sweat. 'Relax,' he kept telling himself, 'this is going to be perfect. She's going to be surprised and she's going to love it.'
