A sweltering day in August finds us arriving at our chosen holiday destination, a baking hot Yellowstone National Park. Heat haze hangs in the air blurring the impressive natural beauty and the 1,000s of other sightseers also present.
We'd thought this out well in advance and had picked a camping spot a long drive away from any of the major attractions. We knew that there would be few people wanting to travel that far, especially after a long muggy day walking round the park.
Pulling up to our spot just as the sun is heading for the horizon we notice that there are only two other tents in this area and they are well spread apart while still leaving a big space for us to pitch in.
Drawing to a halt I comment that it's far nicer in the car with its air conditioning than it is outside and decide to spend the rest my holiday in it. Laughing you lean over to plant a soft kiss of my lips... Just enough to distract me for long enough to switch off the air con and switch on the heating! Sticking out my tongue at you I reluctantly kill the power and help you drag our stuff out of the trunk. It's really starting to get dark but we have a small dome-type tent that can be put up in a few minutes, even by two unpractised people in sultry conditions with failing light.
When the tent is firmly nailed in and our stuff is liberally strewn around inside it I flop on the long grass and pretend to go to sleep. In a mock huff you try to drag me to my feet, with little success. Kneeling down next to me you proceed to tickle me senseless while I struggle forlornly. We're finally interrupted by giggling. Looking up we see two small children who must be with the family in the next text over, some 100 feet away, you are pointing and laughing. Thumbing my nose at them I jump to my feet and mock growl at them, causing them to run back to their parents with more giggling.
Now that I'm on my feet you suggest that we go for a walk to have a quick nose around before we crash out. I pretend to start falling to the floor again but a quick kick in the ass from you motivates me to get going! Grabbing a couple of torches we wander over to the vague outline of a building we can see 50 yards away. Reaching it, narrowly avoiding tripping over a BBQ grill, we see it's a shower block. You tell me that it'd be wonderful to have a cool shower after the effort of pitching the tent and unpacking. I agree, especially since I did most of the work! This elicits another friendly kick.
Wandering to the edge of the camp clearing we suddenly encounter quite thick forest. It's suddenly obvious just how much work removing trees and undergrowth must have been done to create the camping space. I remind you that I'm not a great fan of the dark and there are supposed to be bears in this park. I can hear the smile in your voice when you tell me not to worry because you'll protect me and then you walk off into the trees. Sighing I follow only to find that I can't see which way you've gone. Walking straight ahead for 50 feet I can see nothing but trees in my torchlight and hear nothing but incessant chirping of the crickets. Stopping I am just about to say out loud that I don't think this is funny any more when you appear silently behind me and grab me from behind causing me to almost jump out of my skin! Leaning on a tree trying to catch my breath you smile sweetly and tell me you're sorry and that you have something that will more than make up for it.
Turning off your torch you step up in front of me and slip you one hand round my waist and run the other through my hair. Pulling you face down to mine, our lips meet in a soft kiss, our tongues lightly touching. Leaning against me as I, in turn, lean on the tree you start to rub your body against mine. Pulling you close to me I softly kiss your neck and then move to your ear into which I blow a huge raspberry! Indignant you step back and put your hands on your hips, pouting. I laugh telling you that if you think you can make up for scaring me as easy as that you have another thing coming! Stepping back up to me again you kiss me on the check and softly rub the front of my jeans over my bulging cock. Smiling sweetly I tell you that if you want it that badly then making you go without is an excellent punishment! Laughing, I set off back towards the site with you trailing behind me.
Once we get back to the tent we grab a change of clothes each and our washing stuff and make for the showers. They turn out to actually be quite nice. The lights all seem to work when we switch them on and the water seems plentiful and as warm as we'd like it - not very in this weather. Most important of all they are actually very clean which is unusual for campsites. I wave goodbye as I walk into the men's side and soon you can hear the sound of running water closely followed by some very out-of-tune whistling. Quickly stripping off your few clothes you step under the cool running water which feels fabulous in this sticky night. Trying to ignore the tunelessness from next door you start to soap yourself down. Your mind wanders, thinking about what else we can get up to this holiday when you suddenly realise that you are cupping one of your breasts and rubbing one erect nipple with your soapy thumb, over and over. Closing you eyes you lean on the wall and savour the feeling of touching yourself under the running water. Next thing you know you've stepped your legs slightly apart and have dropped your other hand between them to at first just rest over your pussy and then to slowly start massaging your clit. Sighing deeply you begin to rub it slowly but firmly causing you to moan softly and your knees to start to buckle. Abruptly the sound of running water from the men's side stops and you suddenly remember where you are and that someone could walk in any second! Snapping back upright you quickly wash the rest of your body, run shampoo through your hair and towel yourself off before heading back.
By the time you get back to the tent I've set up the lamps and am cooking some bacon over a small gas fire. Offering you a bacon sandwich I remind you that I hate sleeping with wet hair so we have some time to kill before crashing out but it shouldn't be long because one advantage of the hot night will be drying us off quickly. We sit and talk of trivial things for half an hour simply enjoying the pleasure of each-others company. We listen to the next tent over pack up their things for the night and a distant shout of goodnight from the two young kids.
Eventually I tell you I'm beat and I'm going to call it a night. Poking my head in the tent for a minute I'm quickly back announcing that it's far to hot to sleep in there and I'm just going to sleep outside under the stars, the long grass making quite comfortable bedding. Killing all the lights but one I pull off my t-shirt and socks and throw them into the tent, leaving me just in my boxers, and curl up on the ground. Within a couple of minutes you kill the last light, throw all you clothes but your t-shirt and knickers in the tent and cuddle up to my back in the darkness.