Out of the Woods
"It's weird to think that a year or more ago, none of us saw this coming." He said.
"Yeah, I never would have thought it." Kayla said reflecting. It pained her to admit that, as a scientist.
She folded her laundry, taking care with her work uniforms. She spent most of her time at the hospital. The rest of the time Kayla wanted nothing more than to lay in her pajamas and soft robes. Perhaps the occasional lingerie.
They had been dealing with Covid for over two months. The routine of mask wearing, event cancellations and isolation seemed endless.
Samuel smiled and said "I loved camping with you last summer. I'm glad we got a chance to get out there at least once before all of this happened."
Kayla had been in school for six years. During which, she didn't have time for vacations, or trips. Even date nights were sparse when she had midterms or finals to study for. Her program had been hard and intense.
Kayla nodded. "That was fun." She said with a small, melancholy, tight lipped grin. She turned back to her laundry as he left the room, reflecting on their Summer camping trip, before the world had turned inside out.
She remembered they had started on the road later in the day. Kayla hated Sam's driving. Taking two gummy disc edibles, she wanted to avoid the anxiety of being a passenger in his car.
Her high set in a little over half an hour into their trip. Kayla lay back in the car with her headphones. Looking out, wide eyed into the blue, white clouded sky. Relaxing, as she listened to the playlist she had made earlier in the month of different indie female vocalists. Samuel was driving through the heart of Boston and they would be in New Hampshire in an hour or so.
When they reached the cabin, Samuel parked the small silver Honda in the gravel parking spot. They began unloading the car, and trying to orient themselves with their camp site.
They set the locked cooler outside of the cabin. Kayla put her duffel bag under the full size bed, the edge of which doubled as a bench to sit next to their small table.
She searched the seams of the mattress for bed bugs. Upon finding no evidence of pests, she felt herself more at ease. Kayla relaxed on the bed and scrolled through her phone, eating Terra veggie chips.
Unloading the last of the car, Sam came into the cabin, making note of the amenities left to them by the park. He cast off his boots and lay with Kayla. He grabbed a purple chip and crunched, easing into the soft mattress. Looking out at the creek behind the cabin, Sam couldn't wait to explore with her.
They showed each other videos and memes they found amusing, snuggling close in the pine room that they would share for a few days.
Kayla became engrossed reading a study about black bear behavior in New England. How that although they were solitary most of the time, if there was an abundant food source in one area, they would congregate in that area. She pictured dozens of bears in a cornfield. Envisioning the black-brown contrast of their fur against the flaxen landscape.
Fingertips softly brushed the inside of her forearm. Sam wanted her attention.
She shivered and looked to him. He smiled as their eyes met. He leaned over to kiss her, his beard bristled against her cheek.
Kayla's eyes closed, pulling her husband into a warm embrace. The corners of her mouth turned up in contentment. He smelled so good. She reached around and grabbed his right ass cheek, giving it a hard squeeze, as she kissed him deep.
She was still pretty high. Weed made Kayla want to fuck or touch herself, and was her aphrodisiac of choice. It always made food, fucking, art, and music more pleasurable.
She found herself unfastening Sam's belt buckle. Unbuttoning his pants, rubbing his crotch with her right hand, undoing the zipper in the process. She squeezed her legs together, stimulating herself in her excitement. Not sure if this was the attention Sam wanted, but it was the focus he was to receive.
They kissed fervently and she moaned into Sam's soft pink lips. He huffed in surprise as she forcefully yanked at the waist of his jeans and boxers. Pulling his pants and underwear down hard, past his knees.
She rubbed at his soft cock with her left hand. This was how she wanted to unwind after their time on the road.
Sam looked at Kayla dreamily as she moved down his torso, stopping at his waist, her face parallel with his dick.
Kissing his thighs, and hearing Sam exhale sharply, she continued. Kayla brought her hand around his flaccid shaft before putting him in her mouth.
The shock of her warm mouth and smooth tongue on his dick made Sam shudder. He clearly wanted a break after a long drive and appreciated Kayla's dedication.
There was a special kind of satisfaction (for both of them) in feeling his cock grow in her mouth. Getting harder with each stroke of her tongue and longer with each embrace of her warm, wet mouth.
When he was fully erect she began stroking his dick with her hand. She grinned at him smugly, her lips closed. Her eyes betrayed her, to reveal the mischief she had planned for them that evening.
She laced her right hand with the fingers in his left, as she continued to suck his cock. Feeling him squeeze her small hand and hearing him pant with each bob of her head, she knew she was doing it right. His leg muscles flexed, and he writhed on the bed as Kayla took him all the way into her face.
"Mmm." She hummed with enthusiasm.
He released his hand from hers to place it on the back of her head. Fuck, she loved it when he did that. The excitement of feeling used by someone she loved so immensely. The eagerness of him guiding her head to advocate for his own pleasure, was making her wet.
Applying pressure to the back of her head and neck, as she knew he would, he gestured for her to bring him deeper into her mouth.
Kayla gripped his hip, turning him to his side and forcing him towards her throat. Sucking in her cheeks, she was trying to make her mouth a tighter fit for his hard cock. He was always apprehensive about throat fucking her. She reassured him with the beckoning motion of her hand on his ass.
Sam thrust and ground his pelvis into her mouth. She puckered her lips as he face fucked her, sticking her tongue out so he had greater access to her throat. Breathing carefully through her nose, as she concentrated.
She knew her throat would be sore the next day, but the aftercare was half the fun. The following day he would make her tea, and cold drinks. Treating her like a deity for her efforts.
She could hear his belt buckle jingle against his jean's zipper as he bucked his hips faster to enter her face. She could feel his cock massage her sensitive lips as he violated her mouth. His sensitive pink head was hitting the roof of her mouth and sliding back to her throat.
"Yeah, baby. That's so good."
Sam said low, breathing deep.
Kayla made her mouth even tighter for him, and Sam whined in erotic distress. She placed her hand on Sam's hip to still his ambitious pelvis. Needing a break from his fucking, because she wanted to control her breathing.
Bobbing her head, she sucked his cock hard. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock inside her mouth.
She started stroking him with her hand. He groaned. Making each jerk of her hand tight gripped and tender. She felt the thick saliva from her throat lubricating his cock.
Forming a seal with her hand tight against her lips, Kayla took Sam into her mouth fast and hard. For Sam, it made a sexy contrast of hard, and soft between her little hand and mouth. She felt his cock stiffen. He squirmed and moaned.
"Can I come in your mouth?!" He gasped. "I'm so close, babe! Fuck, it feels so good!" She knew he felt guilty for not making an attempt to get her off.
Kayla nodded. Peering up she said "You can get me later."
He looked a little puzzled and probably wasn't sure if that meant just eating her out after dinner, or fucking her until it hurt.
Sam thrust up as his climax started. Feeling his cock spasm, Sam started to groan and whine. The euphoria must have started behind his balls, throbbing there and then toward the tip of his dick. He emptied his balls into Kayla's hot mouth and throat. She made a humming noise in surprise as her mouth filled with his cum.
"Oh fuck baby, ughn!" He whined with small deep thrusts. She held his ass, forcing him harder into her mouth. He cried out in pleasure and alarm. She loved him so much, and wanted him to cum so hard. Just for her.
He grunted with each throb. Feeling his cock spasm and gush in her mouth, made her pussy swell in arousal.
The head of his dick glided across her soft squishy tongue, each pulse leaving it coated with his hot, bittersweet semen. He let out moans of ecstasy and relief. His feet flexing, as his thrusts became more shallow. She swallowed slowly, his dick still in her mouth. Upon her mouth sucking and tightening with the ingestion of his cum, Sam hitched his breath. He was always so sensitive and vulnerable after he came. It was adorable.
Kayla lay beside him basking in his afterglow. Pleased that she had made him feel like a god for a little while.
Later that evening, they made a campfire. Drinking cold lager and smoking a lot of weed, they laughed late into the night. They asked questions, even when they weren't sure that they wanted the answers. Showing one another stupid videos on their phones, and cackling. Their laughter filling the night air, as a chorus of Katydids reigned above them.
Cuddling up close, they reminisced about high school. How it was lucky they found each other after school was over. Regretting not going to prom with one another, even though less than a year ago they had been married. Better than prom to be sure.
Talking about their crushes back then, their hopes and dreams. But it wasn't high school and they weren't eighteen anymore. They promised their lives to one another after loving, and fighting and fucking for almost ten years.
They found themselves enchanted, looking up into the deep black-blue sky, artfully veined with black tree branches encircling their view.
Seeing the stars beyond the tree line, they asked one another what they thought was out there. Was there a god?
As the fire died down they held each other close. Giving each other small kisses here and there, enjoying the warmth of their own love, with the entropic resolution of their small camp light.
"We should head in." Sam said looking into her eyes drowsy and drunk.
Kayla gave a nod. She gathered her things and locked the cooler.
"You head in, I'll do the rest."
She headed for the bed, reeking of campfire smoke and beer. Laying on her back and stretching out. She went back to the article about bears and New Hampshire wildlife.
Sam seemed to take forever getting back. He had clearly lost something. She started to get paranoid, reading the article.
