He woke in the middle of the night, warm in the sleeping bag in the comfort of his tent. At first he thought it was dawn as there was a glow coming from outside the tent. Then he realized that the bonfire was blazing instead of having died down during the night.
He opened the tent flap to see what was happening and was greeted by a sight he had not been expecting. There was a woman standing before the fire.
She was small and dressed in a skirt and shirt made of some shimmering flowing material. Her hair shone red in the firelight, trailing down her back to her waist in tangled waves. She held her hands out to the fire, warming them as she hummed quietly to herself and swayed back and forth to the tune she was humming.
She wore no shoes and he wondered how she had gotten this far into the forest. She could have followed the river he supposed but it was very far from any town.
She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes wrinkling at the corners as she did so. Her eyes were blue, bright as the summer sky, his breath caught for a moment before he left his tent.
He walked over to her, intending to ask her who she was, did she need help but she stopped any and all questions with a kiss. She stood on tiptoe and pulled his mouth down to hers, she tasted sweet, almost like honey and he pulled her closer as the kiss deepened.
Their tongues danced as she pressed herself against him, his hands went around her waist to hold her close. Her breasts were small but firm as they pressed into his chest through her silky shirt, nipples hard peaks already. Her hands tangled in his hair as her tongue teased his with light flickering touches, taunting until he moved one hand to grasp the back of her head and took control of the kiss.
