"You're sure they aren't here?"
"They won't be back until spring to open the campgrounds again. Should we try going over the gate or around it?"
I stared at the metal fencing in the darkness. I wondered what kind of fines trespassing carried. I saw a gap on the left side of the fence -- just big enough to squeeze through, if I could get over the chain and lock halfway up.
"Around," I pointed. He nodded and proceeded to step over the chain, careful of the signs telling visitors to check in at the office. I followed, a little less gracefully, but we made it into the abandoned campgrounds without too much trouble. He led me up a path away from the dusk-to-dawn lights of the main offices. We held hands as we made our way through the trees and up the slight hill.
"Want to go see the lake?" he asked.
I nodded and we headed off down a gravel trail between tall pines. The eerie quiet around us made me forget we were less than a mile from the main highway. A small bird or squirrel or breeze would make us jump, it was so silent.
We neared the water and I could see lakeside homes across the way. I realized how cold it was looking out over the still and dark mirror reflection of the sky. "It's beautiful," I sighed.
"Are you cold?" he asked. I looked at him like he was crazy if he wasn't. He pointed up the hill at a small shack, probably installed for a watchman or the kids visiting the campground to hang out in. Instead of windows, it had openings in the wood sides, but the door and walls seemed sturdy enough, it would probably be pretty cozy once we got inside.
We climbed the hill where the shack was perched and I made him check inside for critters and crawlies. The last thing I needed was to be surprised by a raccoon or skunk or large spider while we were making out in the woods.
Assured that there wasn't any wildlife present, he cordially invited me in and closed the door behind us. He grabbed me roughly in the dark and held me close. I gasped at the sudden grapple, but leaned against him. We kissed and held each other for a few moments. I could feel his hands roaming my heavy jacket, and I let my hands wander to his jeans. He moaned as my hands brushed against the front, his erection already straining at the zipper.
He pressed against me, grinding and breathing hard, then spun me around and made me kneel on a bench under the window. I leaned against the window frame for support as he undid my jeans and his own. The cold night air made it all too plain that I was showing naked skin, as well as the fact that I had only a thin bra on under my oversized sweatshirt. I knew what was next, and waiting for it, even for that small moment, was sheer torture. I whimpered.
He entered me expertly in the dark, his cold fingers gripping my bare hips. I gasped and shuddered, then adjusted how I was leaning against the wall so that he could thrust easier and deeper. I matched his rhythm as he pushed into me, and his cold hands pressed against my skin, sliding up my sides to cup my breasts under the sweatshirt. I shivered and came. He stopped, complaining of a sudden headache. "Let's go home."
