The group is all huddled around the campfire; there were six of us that night. I'm cuddled up nice and close to you, seeing how as it's a slightly chilly night, though perfect in every other way. The full moon is shining brightly above us and the crickets croak softly in the distance. We have a blanket wrapped around us, your arm around me as one of my hands rest on your thigh, squeezing it lightly every once in a while. Slowly the group disappears, each couple heading into their own tents until it's just you and I sitting by the dying fire, the soft glow barely lighting up our faces. I smile to you, but before I can say anything your lips capture mine, kissing me roughly as you drop the blanket, your arms tightening around my body. Breaking the kiss I grab your hand and pull you towards our tent.
Once we're both inside, you zip up the flap and turn to see me stripping, my shirt coming off and dropping in a pile on the ground, my bare skin illuminated softly by the moonlight shining through the tent's material. The little mini skirt I was wearing comes next, the material pooling on the ground next to the tank top, leaving me standing there in nothing but my black bra and thong. I bend over to rummage through my bag, trying to gather my pajamas for the night but before I can even get anything out of the bag, you come up and press up against me, your hands running over my flesh, causing goose bumps along my skin.