"Good morning, sunshine."
I awoke to Elysa's face eagerly hovering over me in the tent. Her nude body propped above mine in the sleeping bag, leaning on one elbow as her finger traced invisible shapes on my pecs.
I rubbed my eyes and smiled. "Hello gorgeous. Been awake long?"
"The sunrise woke me up. I didn't want to wake you, though. You look so happy when you sleep. I've just been watching you, and thinking."
"What'cha thinking about?" I asked
"Oh.. last night. The day before. Tomorrow..." Elysa rolled onto her back and stretched her arms over her head. Her smooth dark skin pulled taut as her back arched, ribs rippling along her side like windswept dunes. She yawned, then relaxed - the soft curves of her returning - and looked back at me with sweet doe eyes.
Clearly I've died and gone to heaven, I thought.
"I'm not sure what it is..." she said, tracing shapes on herself now. "Maybe I'm finally relaxed enough now that we've graduated, maybe it's this fresh air, or maybe it's just coincidence, but ever since we left the city I've been so fucking horny!"
Yep. This is heaven!
I rolled to face her. She had a look of anticipation on her face, and she reached out to pull me in for a kiss. She leaned her whole body up against mine and wrapped her leg over my hip.
"And since we started this game," she continued. "it's the only thing I can think about."
I'd barely thought about anything else either. The whole purpose of our trip had dramatically shifted towards coming up with bolder and more trilling ways to expose each other. I kissed her passionarely, licking her teeth and lips, then her check and neck. Her smooth skin was warm against my naked body, her wet kisses
"Then how about another dare?" I suggested, between heavy kisses. My mind had been racing through various scenarios.
"What've you got for me today?" she mumbled, pulling her tongue across my clavicle.
"You packed that lingerie I love so much, right?"
"I did." Her face looked curious, trying to guess what was coming.
"Excellent. Why don't you wear it while you cook breakfast?"
"Mmm," she bit her bottom lip. "Okay, right now?"
"In a minute." I said, moving her onto her back and kneeling over her slender waist. I kissed her neck and licked around her breast. My hands explored her bare skin. She sighed easily.
"Right now..." I said to her between kisses down her belly. "I just want to enjoy you."
She moaned in satisfaction.
"Shhh. These tents are awfully thin." I placed a finger over her lips, then dove between her legs, tonguing her clit toward an early morning orgasm.
***
"Damn, that was nice Andy." said Elysa, crouching over her bag and searching for her lingerie. "I was hoping you could make me cum before breakfast."
She slipped the bra on -- two sheer patches of black mesh with a thin lace trim, spaghetti straps and a lace back -- then stood and pulled on her bottoms -- matching black mesh boy-shorts.
"Return the favor after?" I asked
"...or during." She suggested, shimmying her hips into her tiny undies.
She peeked out of the tent cautiously. No other campers had set up near us, but a few tents sat at the opposite end of the campground. Elysa stepped into her sandals and into the morning sun. She tiptoed delicately to the car, eyes scanning side to side to check for any onlookers who might be too close. Seeing no one, she loosened up and stretched a little in the bright light. She unpacked the food and gear from the car and set up on the picnic table. From a distance she appeared to be wearing a stylish swimsuit -- a revealing one, but nothing too suspicious. As she came closer, though, the intimate details of her toned body became apparent under the sheer mesh.
She set up the stove and prepped water for coffee. As it heated, she mixed up batter for pancakes, her hips swaying back and forth to a silent beat in her head.
I laid in the tent, still nude, and watched her through the opening. The sweet taste of her cum was fading from my lips, but the morning's excitement had just begun. I kicked off my blanket and stretched on my back while I watched her silently dancing. As if she sensed it, she turned around and met my eyes. She grinned and blew me an exaggerated kiss. She set the bowl on the table. Then she spun back around, still swaying rhythmically, and bent forward. Her hands traced her curves, and as she rose she pulled the back of her bottoms into the cleavage of her ass. My hand found its way to my erect cock as she whipped her head around at me and winked. She slowly turned, hips rocking side to side like a belly dancer, and pulled the tiny cups of her bra aside. She ran her hands over her bare breasts and then pulled back her long hair. The look on her face was of pure sexuality. I was thrilled that she was no longer worried about people watching. Then it crossed my mind that she might be excited about people watching. The thought sent a butterfly through my stomach, and I slowed my stroking. On queue, the water kettle began to whistle. Elysa stopped her silent striptease, let her hair fall to cover her breasts, and turned to prepare the meal.
