The night was hot, like her passionate nature. The heat of the midsummer day still seemed to be rising from the ground. The heat of her desire still burned inside her, pure and primal. She felt connected to the earth, relishing its warmth and comfort.
She had spent the day making love to him at various places in the forest and meadows, on a carpet of moss and in the long grasses. She had lost count how many times she had come that day but she found herself overcome by lust, always yearning for more. She could feel it inside her, the ache, the urge. And she knew he was ready and waiting, knew that he too had a great appetite for her, always rising to the occasion and stimulating her over again. Midsummer night desire had taken them over.
Moonlight shone down on the woodland and she made her way through the bushes. She was almost at the clearing where he was preparing the fire. The only sound was the warm wind in the trees. Wrapped only in a short linen dress, she felt the breeze against her bare shoulders and legs. Her pert breasts strained against the thin material, her nipples firm. She paused and ran her hands over them gently, teasing herself by imagining his touch. She had given up wearing underwear this morning, as she had been wet all day, and she loved the wicked feeling of being naked underneath the dress.
She reached her hands down to her thighs and softly caressed her warm skin. She felt a little shudder, passion rising again. With one had she lifted the dress, with the other she reached down and caressed her lower tummy, lower, down, softly stroking her tiny triangle of downy hair, her long fingertips gently rubbing and reaching down to her eager pussy lips. Swelling with lust again, she moved her longest finger down more, just inside herself, immediately feeling the soft wet juices. For a few seconds she rubbed the smooth little button of her clit, flicking her finger over it, feeling herself swell and becoming wetter. But no, she wanted him inside - she didn't need to 'help herself' now...
Then she looked ahead again into the clearing. And here he was already! Standing nude, ready, feeding pieces of wood into the campfire. She loved to see the hot flames flickering, the raw power of nature, tamed for their pleasure. Already she felt hotter, yet craving the heat of the fire and their passion. She felt a pure, basic urge, for sex again.
She stood for a moment admiring her lover. His tall muscular body, his proud nudity, knowing how well he could use that body to please her. And she caught sight of his huge cock, jutting out in front of him! She smiled to herself to see how he was already horny again, remembering how many times she had touched and teased and massaged him, always amazed how hard he could be. And there it was sticking out, ready again. She felt hotter, hornier, wetter, wanting to feel it inside her, but enjoying the anticipation.
She had decided to lead this time, to tease and seduce him, use him for her delight. Yes, she would take that firm cock in her hands, in her mouth, in her body, make it so hard, make it throb and explode, and fill her up later...
But now she wanted to join him by the fire.
She breathed in the warm night air, looked up at the stars and moon, then stepped forward. She simply had to be naked now! She wanted to open herself up to nature, to be part of the hot summer night in the woodland clearing.