It has been a day full of relaxation for me. After a three hour drive and spending the evening on the lake, I'm drained.
The night is clear, and I can see every star and every plane in the sky as I watch for shooting stars. As the planes pass I can't help but wonder, is that one going to Catland? I smile knowing there is a good chance one of them is.
A shooting star streaks across the lake. I make a wish. A wish I know deep down could never come true.
The night is cool. I make my way into my tent and climb into my sleeping bag to keep warm. The sounds of the night - the owl hooting, the crickets chirping, and the frogs croaking - are my lullaby. In seconds I drift off to sleep and start to dream.
The dream seems so real to me. The sound of the tent unzipping. It's as if it's happening. I don't move as a shadowy figure enters the tent and zips it shut again. The unknown figure nudges me over and climbs in my sleeping bag.
I smile, I know it has to be you. I put my arm around you and pull you tight.
"I'm cold," you say. "Warm me up."
You force yourself against me tighter, wiggling your ass against me as you do. My cock starts to grow, excited by your teasing. I can tell you have little on.
"Fuck me," you whisper as you pull down your panties. You lean forward and I remove my boxers. I tease you for a second, sliding my cock between your pussy lips before finally entering you. You push back against me, taking me deeply.
We quickly find our rhythm, it's kept in time by the chirping crickets. It doesn't take long before I'm ready to cum.
"It's ok baby, fill me. I want it!"
Those words send me over the edge. My cock pulses and twitches as I fill you. I kiss you on the neck before falling asleep in my dream, my cock still inside you.
The morning sun soon fills the tent awaking me from my slumber. I shiver. "Damn, it's cold," I say out loud. Something doesn't feel right. I pull the sleeping bag back to find my boxers are pulled off. I'm puzzled. It was a dream, right? It had to be.
Dismissing it as an over active imagination I get dressed. I can smell the campfire and breakfast cooking. Again I'm puzzled. I cautiously open the tent to find you by the fire sipping your coffee as you cook.
"Good morning!" You say with excitement.
I pinch myself assuming I'm still dreaming. But I'm not. It really is you. And last night really did happen. I guess wishes can come true when you wish upon a shooting star!
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I can't stop smiling. I'm still in disbelief that this is real. Even after you explained it to me.
As we ate breakfast, I asked how you had found me. You had made plans to surprise me, but my going away for the week you had off just made it a little more difficult than just appearing at my home.
It was really rather simple. Most people know their digital photos can store the location they were taken and that info travels along with it. I had somehow neglected to turn that feature off with my new phone. You had been planning for months to surprise me. You needed to meet me, see me in the flesh and blood. So, using that information, you boarded a plane and set out to find me.
You checked your messages when you land. To your delight, I had messaged you more pictures while you were in the air. It was a good thing too, or it would have been a long week in a strange town where you knew no one. Again, you checked the photo location info. There it was - the lake, my tent, my get away spot!
You picked up your rental car and entered the location into your GPS. It was a little further than I had mentioned, about four and a half hours from the airport. For a moment, you considered just driving to my home and finding a nearby hotel. I'd be back in a few days and we would still have a day or two together before you had to leave. But you couldn't. After all this time, all this planning, a few more hours was better than a few more days.
As you drove, your excitement grew. You wanted to get to the campground quickly, but the narrow, two lane, twisty road kept you to a much slower pace.
It was near dark when you arrived. Just enough light to see. Finding me was easy. There was only two other campsites being used. One, a much different tent from the picture I had sent, the other, a large camper.
You could see the boat on the lake on your way in, so you parked a few sites down and waited for my return. You hoped I wouldn't be long. Unfortunately, not knowing anyone was here for me, I wasn't in a hurry to come off the lake.
You yourself had fallen asleep waiting for me. It was a long journey for you. As much as you wanted to be here the moment I returned, you just couldn't keep your eyes opened.