Max and Stella's hatchback slowed to a stop beside the empty campsite. The wooden post donned a 4x6 index card with their names on it. Max, relieved he'd navigated the maze of dirt roads correctly, was the first to emerge from the car and survey the scene.
"Not a bad spot, and we got here before it got dark!"
"Yeah, let's hurry up and pitch the tent before we lose the light," Stella answered back.
The couple unloaded the camping supplies from their car and cleared rocks on the flat, dusty piece of land. There was a small picnic table beside a fire pit, but the rest of the area was almost completely occupied by the car and the tent's ground cloth. Max didn't mind the size. They would only be there for the night before moving on.
Brittle shrubbery served as a boundary from two of the bordering campsites. Their site was on a slight hill in an otherwise flat terrain, which allowed them to see most of the campgrounds. Tents covered at least three nearby campsites, though none of them were directly adjacent. A large RV sat about twenty feet behind their car, blocking any possible view in that direction. It was easy to see why the picturesque setting was such a popular camping destination.
After about ten minutes, the two-person tent started to take shape. While Max attempted to pound the stakes into the unyielding ground, Stella began to prepare the fire for dinner. She stood 5'8 with an athletic build, which is to say she had a small chest, a magnificently round butt, and perfectly well-toned legs. Her brown, wavy hair fell just past her shoulders and appeared every bit as touchable as her extraordinarily soft, smooth skin.
Max finished pitching the tent just in time to watch Stella unload the last package of food from the car. He was a lean 6'4 with short, dirty blonde hair. Like Stella, he was in his mid-twenties, though he looked much younger. His soft face sported a five o'clock shadow that was actually the result of three days' worth of not shaving.
With the tent pitched, the car unloaded, and the fire set, the couple lit the wood and Stella began cooking dinner. Max took the opportunity to uncork their white zinfandel. He grabbed two Solo cups, pouring a sizable amount in each. Stella set the stirring spoon on the edge of the pot and joined her boyfriend.
"Here's to a fun weekend," Max said, clinking the cups together.
"Here's to a good dinner and a fun night," Stella responded.
Forty-five minutes later the food was on the table and the last glimmers of twilight were fast disappearing behind the mountains. Max pouring what little remained of the wine into Stella's cup, topping off the bottle.
"So what's on the agenda for tomorrow?" Max asked as he scooped a bite of rice.
"I was thinking we could get up early, make breakfast and breakdown camp. There are a few hikes I want to try to do. None of them are too long."
"Sounds good. We should probably try to get to sleep pretty early tonight if we're going to wake up early. Besides, not much to do with such limited light."
Stella popped a shrimp in her mouth and shot Max a look. They both knew it was a loaded statement. It usually didn't take more than a glass of wine to get Stella pretty tipsy, and she just helped Max finish half a bottle. And when Stella got tipsy, she got horny. They were both in for a fun night.
They finished their meal with some minor chitchat and cleaned their plates and cooking supplies. The sun had been down for more than an hour and the air was getting brisk. Max walked to the car to find his sweatshirt. Even in his jeans, long-sleeved shirt, and beanie hat, he felt a chill every time the wind blew. He threw on his pullover and returned to the table, spotting Stella warming herself by the fire. Her silhouette alone was enough to make his heart skip a beat. Stella wore only a pair of leggings and a tight long sleeve shirt. She'd need more if she was to stay warm.
Max grabbed Stella by the hips and gave her a long, sensuous kiss. She turned completely around, putting her hands on his cool cheeks.
"Thanks for dinner, it was great," Max said, breaking the kiss.
"Of course, I like cooking for you."
"And I love eating for you."
They stood warming themselves by the fire for several minutes, she in his arms. Max uncrossed his arms from around Stella's chest and put them on her waist. He worked his fingers just under her leggings, rubbing her hip bones. His fingers rubbed her hips for a minute before gliding across the bottom of her stomach. He could feel Stella draw in a long breath. Slowly, he moved his fingers down to her bush. Stella whimpered. He felt himself quickly growing harder.
Max removed his hand and spun Stella around, kissing her deeply. Outside her leggings his hand began rubbing her crotch. Even through the thick material he could tell she was getting wet.
"I really want to fuck you right now," Stella said bluntly.
"Mmm, okay. Let's put out that fire first."
They approached the dying fire and poured their gallon container of water onto the wood. The air filled with smoke and sizzling. Max stepped on a few embers before refocusing on Stella.
"Good, now let's put that tent to good use," she said eagerly.
"No, I've got a better idea," Max replied, looking over to the empty table.
"Yeah? You think we can?"
There was a palpable excitement in her voice. She did a quick look around.
"Okay."
They took several steps towards the table before Stella stopped them.
"Wait," she commanded before disappearing into the tent and emerging with a bed sheet. "Just in case."
