This is a follow on from Just Friends Pt.02 but works just as well as a standalone story.
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John and Callie's VW slowed to a stop beside the empty camping pitch. The wooden post donned a 4x6 index card with their names on it. John, relieved he'd navigated the maze of dirt roads correctly with Carrie at the wheel, was the first to emerge from the car and survey the scene. It had been a whirlwind few weeks for their friendship, and now their passionate relationship so he was ready for a bit of breathing room!
"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," Callie 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. John didn't mind the size. They would only be there for the night before heading back home.
Brittle hedgerow and dense woodland 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 pitches, though none of them were directly adjacent. A large caravan 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 John attempted to pound the stakes into the unyielding ground with his rubber mallet, Callie began to prepare the fire for dinner. She stood 5'1 with a curvaceous build, she had an ample chest, a magnificently round peach of an ass and shapely soft legs. Her brown, straight hair cascaded down her back almost to her ass and appeared every bit as touchable as her extraordinarily soft, smooth skin.
John finished pitching the tent just in time to watch Callie unload the last package of food from the car. He was a broad shoulderd 5ft 11 with short, spiked brown hair. Unlike Callie in her mid 20s he was in his mid 30s, His soft face sported a neat goatee.
With the tent pitched, the car unloaded, and the fire set, the couple lit the wood and Callie began cooking dinner. John took the opportunity to uncork their rose wine. He grabbed two Solo cups, pouring a sizable amount in each. Callie set the stirring spoon on the edge of the pot and joined her friend come lover come boyfriend.
"Here's to a fun weekend," John said, clinking the cups together.
"Here's to a good dinner and a fun night," Callie responded.
Forty-five minutes later the food was on the picnic table and the last glimmers of twilight were fast disappearing behind the hills National Park. John pouring what little remained of the wine into Callie's cup, topping off the bottle.
"So what's on the agenda for tomorrow?" John asked as he scooped a bite of rice.
"I was thinking we could get up early, make breakfast and break camp. There are a few hikes I want to try to do that you've always talked about so long as 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." John sniggered.
Callie popped a shrimp in her mouth and shot John a look. They both knew it was a loaded statement. It usually didn't take more than two glasses of wine to get Callie pretty tipsy, and she just helped John finish half a bottle. And when Callie got tipsy, she got horny. They were both in for a fun night.
They finished their meal with some minor chitchat, something they'd always been capable of doing and cleaned their plates and cooking supplies. The sun had been down for more than an hour and the air was getting brisk. John walked to the car to find his sweatshirt. Even in his jeans, short sleeved shirt, and playful looking wooly hat, he felt a chill every time the wind blew. He threw on his pullover and returned to the table, spotting Callie warming herself by the fire. Her silhouette alone was enough to make his heart skip a beat. Callie wore only a pair of tight grey denim jeans and a tight short sleeve shirt. She'd need more if she was to stay warm.
John grabbed Callie 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," John said, breaking the kiss.
"Of course, I like cooking for you when you give me chance!"
"And I love eating for you."
They stood warming themselves by the fire for several minutes, she in his arms. John uncrossed his arms from around Callie's chest and put them on her waist. He worked his fingers just inside her jeans, rubbing her hip bones. His fingers rubbed her hips for a minute before gliding across the bottom of her stomach. He could feel Callie draw in a long breath. He knew just where to touch her. Slowly, he moved his fingers down to her soft mound. Callie whimpered. He felt himself quickly growing harder.
John removed his hand and spun Callie around, kissing her deeply. Outside her clothes 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," Callie said bluntly.
"Mmm, okay. Let's put out that fire first."
They approached the dying fire and poured their sizeable container of water onto the wood. The air filled with smoke and sizzling. John stepped on a few embers before refocusing on Callie.
"Good, now let's put that tent to good use," she said eagerly.
"No, I've got a better idea," John 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 Callie stopped them.
"Wait," she commanded before disappearing into the tent and emerging with the quilt. "Just in case."
John lifted Callie gently onto the table with her legs dangling off the end. She wrapped the quilt around his waist, pulling him towards her horizontally. The couple kissed furiously as Callie fiddled with his belt buckle. He quickly stood up again and undid his pants, which immediately fell to the ground. Callie sat up with him and grabbed his cock in her hand while maintaining her grip on the quilt. The fluid motion with which she seized his manhood demonstrated the almost magnetic draw she had to him. John gave her a gentle shove back down to indicate that their brief foreplay was over.
Keeping her hands wrapped around the quilt, Callie pulled her jeans off just far enough to give John easy access to her glistening slit. She could feel her exposed pussy throbbing. Callie knew even in the darkness that John could see how wet she was.
She lay down on the table, facing the stars. Light from the full moon danced off the rapidly moving clouds, which gave the whole scene a beautiful ambiance and a dangerous amount of illuminating light. Before she had time to consider how visible they were, Callie felt John slip a finger into her. They simultaneously whispered groans. He softly circled the outside of her pussy lips before reaching her clit. Callie moaned again.
He retracted his hand and pulled down his boxers, letting them join the dusty jeans on the ground. Callie opened her legs for him. John let out a long, satisfied sigh as he slowly sank into her. A startled gasp escaped Callie's lips in reaction to the much-anticipated penetration.
It didn't take long before the slow initial penetration progressed into energized fucking. John stood above Callie, grabbing the outer edges of the table to propel himself into her, casting his mind back to his table in the den a few weeks earlier. Not only was he launching himself into her with every thrust, but his cock felt larger than normal. She'd wrapped her lips around it hundreds of times and knew ever last inch of it, but this size was unusual. If she weren't so wet, it might actually hurt.
With every push Callie produced a loud, uninhibited moan. After a few minutes, John bent down and hovered over her.
"You better keep your fucking voice down," he grunted louder than he intended, with the raw glint of pure lust in his eyes.
He put his hand on her shoulder to emphasize his point, squeezing lightly for a few seconds. Callie's entire body tingled at the sensation of domination John had over her. Almost unconsciously, she felt her pussy squeeze around him. As soon as he released her, she emitted an exceptionally loud moan.
John looked around at their surroundings. Orange light from at least two nearby campfires reflected off the adjacent caravans and trees. Muddled conversations could be heard and he even spotted two groups of campers sitting around a fire in the distance. He wondered if those same people could hear Callie. If he could pick out distinct conversations, there was no reason to think those strangers couldn't hear the sounds of them fucking. He didn't care who saw or heard them; he wasn't going to stop for anyone until he finished.
Returning his focus to Callie, John released his tight grip on the table and grabbed her by the waist. She drew him closer with the quilt, rolling her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. His cock hit her inner walls in places she'd never been touched. The elevated angle from which he entered her felt unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Callie closed her eyes and immediately forgot her surroundings, surrendering to the overwhelming feelings of lust.
John continued to plunge himself deeper into her. The temperature outside had dropped significantly since the sun went down and there was a crisp breeze whisking around them. Callie's pussy felt especially warm around him in contrast. His cock throbbed.
After what seemed like an eternity, Callie was jostled out of her trance as John lifted her legs up to his shoulders, plunging deeper into her. Callie thrashed on the table.
"Oh fuck," she cried out, her eyes wide open in stunned surprise.
Callie had never been penetrated this deeply and knew she couldn't maintain this pounding for much longer. Previous fuck sessions with John had left her sore for days and she knew they had plenty more fucking to do that night. She needed to make him cum.
