Me and Caroline had been friends for what seemed like forever, we'd met at secondary school when we were just 11 and had been drawn together by a love of the outdoors. We got older and our tastes became more adventurous, this not exactly being the fashion amongst our friends we ended up regularly climbing together and now today as twenty somethings we still spend many of our weekends together on mountain sides.
There had never been anything more than friendship between us, we never said it but thought of each other as the siblings neither of us had had and indeed both of us had relationships elsewhere from time to time. Despite this brotherly relationship I was aware though that she had a pleasant athletic build that I always secretly thought about exploring. Given the amount of outdoor stuff she did this was inevitable. This thought I had always put to the back of my mind, always convinced that it would never happen and never be a good idea either.
A few weeks ago all that changed!
Both of us had been single for sometime and I for one was feeling pretty frisky. We had spent a day out climbing together and were camped on a remote mountainside. As we settled down to sleep I had a raging hard on, brought on by nothing more than sex starvation. I was lying on my side while Caroline wriggled settling down. As she did so her shapely and glorious firm arse pushed against my groin and she felt the unmistakeable bulge of my penis, hard and long. She paused for a moment, seemingly shocked but and then said quietly, but in a very meaningful way,
"Is that what I think it is?"
I was embarrassed and said nothing, for once in my life lost for words. After a few seconds though she clearly lost patients waiting for an answer and started to rub her arse up and down against it again and again to get her own answer. Even through two sleeping bags this felt dam good and I let out a little whimper of pleasure.
"It's exactly what I think it is" she said with a tone of quiet satisfaction.
"Oh, please don't tease," I pleaded, although not really meaning it, "Or I'm not going to want you to stop."
And she did stop, but she then rolled over to look me straight in the eye. It was still half light in the tent and I realised just how amazing she looked, smouldering dark eyes and long wavy black hair cascading over her shoulders. I always knew she was fit but now she was incredibly beautiful as well, and the look on that beautiful face was one of deep rooted desire and lust, an epic turn on for me, my bulge growing even harder at the sight.
"Who said I was teasing?"
Her tone was soft and expectant and with that she leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue rolled lazily in to my mouth, soft, warm and full of unlocked desire. It probed and penetrated, gently but firmly exploring every corner it could reach and the moment it slipped out I returned the favour her mouth moist and inviting.
This was clearly going to be more than a goodnight kiss now and as we shuffled closer her hand reached out and undid the zip on my sleeping bag. Her soft hands wandered across my torso, tracing the outline of the muscles, stroking the fuzz of chest hair, her nails brushing over my arms, giving me goose bumps of anticipation. Eventually her hand ran over the outside of my shorts where my penis, now hard as concrete strained to be released. Her long supple fingers tantalised and teased on the outside before finally she started to push them down inside. I wasted no time in pushing them right off, leaving 7 inches fully exposed to the air.
