Chapter 4.5
While that scene played out back at the studio, Bradley and Tabitha drove towards a state park about an hour away. Tabitha hadn't had much opportunity to be alone with Bradley since that first tour of the studio, but she had looked forward to it. While she and Alison were emotionally connected now, she also wanted to become closer to Bradley.
They clearly were kindred spirits, and she knew the chemistry was right from that first day. The fact that they had sat together and held hands on the couch watching Maria and Alison having sex, within a half hour of meeting, was a testimony to what lay ahead for them. Besides, Tabitha was essentially a heterosexual, even if very happy in the arms of a woman, and she wanted to feel the strength of a man penetrating her.
As the miles passed, Tabitha and Bradley got to know each other better. As was the case with Alison, Tabitha felt a need to have physical contact with Bradley. She gave him little massages on his shoulder while he drove, and let her hand rest on his leg. She drank in Bradley with her eyes...he was a good-looking man and in good shape. He was open, kind and successful in his chosen field. He obviously brought out the good in people, and obviously brought out a lot of pleasure with the women he spent time with. She was eager to feel his hands on her body.
For his part, Bradley considered Tabitha to be something close to perfect. He had been with dozens...many dozens...of women, and liked to think he found beauty in each of them. Tabitha, though, was profoundly attractive. If he was totally honest with himself, he had butterflies around her. He knew he'd be undressing her soon, but he almost wanted to prolong the anticipation...he was uncustomarily in awe of this truly beautiful woman, and he wanted to approach her differently. While they chatted, he rolled around different thoughts in his head.
He couldn't help but have a building erection thinking about them.
They arrived at a secluded place to camp nearing dark. Their plan was to pitch their tent and go on a long hike on mountain trails in the morning. By the light of a Coleman lamp, the two cleared an area for their campsite, then Tabitha set up the tent while Bradley collected firewood and dug a small area for a campfire.
Within a half hour, they were sitting together by the fire, sharing a bottle of red wine, which helped calm their growing jitters about being together. It was strange the way they both felt, almost like being on a first date, which they, in fact, were. It wasn't anxiety over what would happen...they both knew that they were going to be lovers...it was more a mutual, unstated acknowledgement that this was important, and that it could lead to something lasting. They both knew that this might end up in...love? But could deep love fit into this very compelling life the four were building of honesty, openness and constant sex with a revolving set of partners?
The thought in both their heads was, "Why couldn't it?"
And, for Bradley, the notion of immersing himself in this beautiful girl was like being exposed to light too quickly, it would be overwhelming to dive right into this. He said as much to Tabitha as the campfire was turning to embers.
"Go ahead into the tent while I dowse the fire and clean up. Please don't be naked when I come to bed, I need to take my time with you, Tabitha."
She knew what Bradley meant, but she very much felt the need to be touched and be taken by this man. Tabitha crawled into the cozy tent, warmly lit inside by an electric Coleman lamp. She took off her hiking boots and socks, along with her shorts and sweatshirt, leaving her in her bikini panties and bra.
Outside, Bradley was finishing up around the campire when the silhouette against the tent walls caught his eye. She could be seen taking off her bra. As she stretched, her breasts were perfectly outlined in shadow. She then threw on a tee shirt and snuggled into the sleeping bag. Bradley marveled that he'd experience those breasts fully in just a few minutes.
Tabitha awaited Bradley. She caressed her skin, which was warm and sensitive, but she avoided sneaking her fingers into her panties...she knew her pussy belonged to Bradley for the weekend. Whatever pleasure she would have, would come from Bradley. She was aching for sex, though...the past week had basically been an orgy of sensations, and she wanted more.
Bradley zipped the tent shut behind him and turned to look at Tabitha. She was smiling with the blanket pulled up to her chin, and motioned for Bradley to come join her. Bradley laughed and started taking off his clothes, down to his boxer briefs.
Tabitha liked what she saw. Broad shoulders, defined abs and just the right amount of chest. His boxer briefs did little to hide the fact that he was semi-hard in anticipation of physical contact with her. He slid under the blanket and they immediately kissed passionately. Tabitha always noted that if the boy she was with kissed well, the sex later would be good. Bradley kissed beautifully, or rather, they kissed each other beautifully. It would be almost satisfying enough to get lost in this magnificent kissing.
They ran their hands over each other's bodies...along legs, backs, arms, hips, through each other's hair...but carefully avoided more intimate contact.
Tabitha, though, could not help but notice Bradley's fully erect cock brushing up against her leg and abdomen. She could feel that it was plenty thick. God, she couldn't wait to have that inside her.
While Bradley couldn't feel it, Tabitha was as wet as he was hard. She would go at his pace, but she did roll him on top of her so that he was between her spread thighs. He ground his erection against her mound and could feel the radiating heat there. She laced her fingers behind the small of his back and pressed him against her harder until they fell into the rhythm their lovemaking would eventually take. They continued this rehearsal of sorts until they both her panting and nearing orgasm.
Bradley was the first to break off, rolling onto his back and laughing. She got right on top of him, kissing him and grinding her barely-clad pussy against his aching, throbbing cock. She then sat straight up on top of him, straddling his body and rubbed her open, wet pussy, encased by damp panties, against his thickness. She reached down and traced her fingers along his covered balls while she was sliding his shaft between her engorged lips, again, almost to the point of making herself and him come.
"I want you in every conceivable way," she whispered into his ear.
He knew what that meant...that during the rest of the weekend, he would have her mouth, her hand, her sopping wet pussy, and maybe at some point, that perfect, beautiful firm ass.
