TRYING TO STAY QUIET IN A TENT IN A CROWDED CAMPGROUND...
Interestingly, this started out as the least sexy/tantalizing of a whole list of ideas I had originally as far as themes/lead-ins for fantasies about you & me. It was the one I started on, because frankly I thought it was worth maybe a paragraph or two, but no more, and so was easily gotten out of the way. But you can see how my imagination (and sex drive) took hold...
To our disappointment we end up one night in a crowded campground, and lucky to get a spot there. We have to pitch our tent, amidst much grouching and eye rolling, about 20 or 30' from a German couple on one side, and an American family of 5 on the other – with a wimpy scoutmaster-wannabe dad, a whiny frumpy mom, and three obnoxious, bickering kids – who quickly become our comic relief for the evening, as we reluctantly eavesdrop on their cluelessness.
It's a muggy evening following a swelteringly hot day.
After we finish dinner and do the couple of dishes by twilight, we sit up drinking beers in front of the campfire – sitting side by side on the cheesy log bench, grumbling about the laughter & music we can hear from the group sites, and cracking each other up with a snarky running commentary on the ineptitude and inaccuracy of American Dad's efforts to educate his kids on the sights they saw that day, and even more snarky backstories for all our other fellow campers.
We're pretty resigned (though still a little resentful) at this point that this is going to be the height of our evening's entertainment. This wasn't exactly what we had in mind for tonight, nor what we're accustomed to.
We walk together to the shower block, and part ways with a chaste kiss beneath the moth-encircled yellow floodlight mounted on the cinderblock wall between the entrances to the men's and women's showers. There's still way too much activity audible from within to try any sneaky stuff – no way around it – we're showering separately tonight.
I go in, undress, and have a quick shower, mostly to wash my hair and rinse off the sunblock and sweat from the day, pulling on a tube dress/swim cover-up and panties when I step out, wrapping a towel around my hair. I make it back out in what I think is record-quick time, only to find you already waiting for me, leaning against the wall with a clean t-shirt on, a towel around your waist, and your hair damp and spiky. I give you a hip-bump on my way past – your skin is clean and soft, and you smell of shampoo and deodorant.
"Damn it!" I grumble under my breath, "how the fuck are you out before me?!"
You grin your cheeky grin at me and tell me you were done HOURS ago, grabbing my ass as I stomp off ahead of you towards our campsite in a pretend huff, biting my lip to keep a straight face.
Back at our tent, we pack away all our miscellaneous cooking crap in the car, grab another icy beer out of the cooler for each of us, and retire to the tent, where we zip up the sides, leaving the top open for a view of the stars (obviously I'm thinking of the design of the tent I have right now...) You shed your towel, and the moonlight shows your dark colored underwear, with your familiar and still so exciting bulges. I slip out to hang up our damp towels on the branches of an adjacent tree.
When I come back in, zipping the tent flap behind me, I see you've shed your t-shirt as well. You're lying back on the pillows with one hand behind your head, sipping your beer. The blankets are folded down past your waist in the balmy evening air, showing your broad, naked torso, and just the top of that most intriguing area inside your hip bones where you have the slight grooves and soft skin that slants down towards your beautiful package.
It's still hot. I get rid of my cover up and slip under the covers next to you, my eyes following yours up to the screen-covered sky above us, where despite the best efforts of an army's worth of campfires, there's still an amazing, cloud-free star-scape overhead. We lie like that, on our backs, uncovered to the waist, sipping beer, talking in whispers about our plan for tomorrow – looking at the stars...until you finish your beer and set the bottle outside, roll over towards me, your hand straying up my belly, across my shoulders and chest, your fingers absently cupping and squeezing my naked breasts as you speak in a low voice about an alternate route we might take to avoid the worst of the tourists.
At that moment, sudden and welcome breeze blows in from out of nowhere – first rustling through the leaves of the trees around, and then with a noisy snap of the nylon above us, blowing cool and fresh through our tent. I shiver involuntarily under the crispness of the wind, my nipples hardening under your suddenly more attentive fingers. You murmur something I more feel than hear, and lean down to briefly suckle and tease at the nipple nearest you, tracing your fingers lightly over the other in a way that makes me shiver all over again, with something very different than chill.
You kiss my neck and whisper a complaint into my ear about how I'm nursing my beer, so I laugh, drain it, set the bottle aside to the low sounds of your approval, and roll over on my side to face you. I kiss your lips playfully, pressing my hand against your chest, then running my fingers over your back, and back down through the hair on your belly, til my fingertips are just tracing under the waistband of your underwear.
I'm taken by surprise as you suddenly kiss me back hard, leaning into me, and thrusting the hardness of your erection between my thighs, which open in an instinctive response. My head goes back and I groan softly as you kiss – almost bite – up down my neck with an insistence that's completely irresistible...I throw my leg over your hips and pull you into me.
