I see you look at me from across the campfire, through the flames. I know that look.
It's the look that says "fuck me." I've seen it many times, but mostly at home, not out in the woods where we're camping with six friends. I've seen it in the bedroom, of course, and in the car, and in the shower, but never when others are around.
It's a look that says I want to be touched. Fondled. Ravaged.
Your gaze is so intense I wonder if you've forgotten about the others - three other couples - chatting and roasting marshmallows in the fire. I know I can barely hear them as I look back at you. I feel my dick start to stiffen, and wonder when we'll decide to let the campfire die and go back to our tents. It's only 10 o'clock; it could be a while. I fidget in my camp chair, trying to get comfortable with my hard-on pushing against my underwear. I'm resigned to torture in my groin.
But you save me from both the discomfort and the wait.
"David, I'm going to grab some more firewood. I saw some stacked over by the next campsite. Want to give me hand?" Your gaze hasn't changed.
"Sure," I say. I have to concentrate on getting out my chair casually. Without anyone around, I'd be out of it in a flash, my hands buried in your hair, pulling your mouth onto mine while I caressed and squeezed your ass.
"Let's go," you say. You don't have to tell me twice.
"Don't get lost," Sean says with a smirk. I just look at him, embarrassed, but only for a second. We're all grownups here, and all in relationships. Besides, you're already moving away, past our tents. In as much as a hurry as I'm in, I walk slowly at first, taking in the view while the campfire light still illuminates your gorgeous body, especially your butt and legs in your tight shorts. I know under the hoodie you put on when the sun went down are heavy, full breasts. The thought makes me speed up.
I follow the beam from your flashlight, and I'm not surprised to see it's well past where the firewood is stacked. You're in a small area surrounded by bushes. Once you see me, you raise the flashlight so I can see your face. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but your gaze is even more intense than it was at the campfire. You're biting your lip in that insouciant way that makes me crazy every time.
"I don't want to wait until bedtime," you say, shutting off the flashlight and setting it down somewhere.
"Me neith-" I start to say, but then your lips are on mine, soft but pressing urgently. I press back, putting my hands in your hair, pulling you even closer. I feel your crotch pressing into mine as you wrap your arms around my neck.
Your tongue is pressing, probing, and circling mine. The feeling is incredible. I slide my hands down your back to your butt, and squeeze as I try to pull you even closer. You bring your hands back along my shoulders and up onto my jaw on either side of our busy mouths.