Tent

I finished attaching the rainfly and stood back to admire my work. I stopped the timer on my phone, it read "5:56:

"Nice," I said out loud to myself, feeling accomplished having beat my record by two-minutes. My blue two-person tent sat at the bottom of a bowl surrounded by the Appalachian mountains. The air felt fresh in my lungs and I admired the pink flowering trees that lined the campground. The sites were first come first serve. As I was driving up I slapped my steering wheel out of excitement when I saw the site with the easiest river access was open. I almost wanted to head out for the Grand Peak trail this night and complete what I had been training for months to do. A few other campers scattered the area. I made a note to go introduce myself to people after I was all set up. I slid the canopy out from my perfectly packed trunk. After setting it up, I went to collect sticks for a campfire, sat by the rolling river and enjoyed the contrast to the environment of the busy city I had left behind just hours ago. As I prepared re a fire for dinner, I played Elliot Smith's album 'Either, Or' from my phone, keeping it low so as not to disturb the other campers. I hummed along softly. I saw a pair of large hiking boots step into my prefferie so I looked in their direction.

"Hey! Hope I didn't spook ya." I looked up at the man, immediately noticing how smooth the stranger's voice was.

I stood up from the wood chips where I kneeled and slapped them off of my knees while replying,"Oh not at all!"

I gave a warm smile."It's nice to see another solo camper out here, what can I do for ya?"

The man smiled warmly back. He had wavy brown hair that sat on his shoulders and rectangular glasses sat on his strong nose. He wore hiking pants and a red and black flannel with the sleeves rolled up. My eyes flicked down for a moment, and I noticed the farmer's tan he had hidden under the sleeves,

"I thought I was more prepared, but I checked and I cannot find my bottle opener, you got one I can borrow?"

"Of course! That's arguably the most important item."

He gave a laugh that sounded like it belonged with the chirping of the birds and the water passing over the rocks. I tried not to shake my head at myself as I reached into my pocket and handed him the spoon with the end for a bottle cap my brother had lent me before leaving. His fingertips grazed mine as he took it. He seemed to make no notice of it,

"Thank you." He turned around and I watched as he walked with a confident sway back to his campsite which was a couple sites away from mine on the left.

"Why don't you bring me a drink when you bring that back... as repayment," I shouted to his back.

"You got it!" he yelled over his shoulder. I wanted him to look in my direction again. I saw the steady smoke coming from his fire and got back down on my knees to continue on my own. I tried not to listen for the sound of returning footsteps as I focused on placing little twigs into a cone-like shape. I carefully placed paper in the middle of the small structure, then stuck my lighter underneath the edge of the paper and flicked the switch. I smiled widely as it immediately took. I watched in the dimming sunlight as the red flame consumed the cone. Hopping off my knees, I sat back in my folding chair and took enjoyment in watching my work. The warmth engulfed my face. I looked up and saw the camper returning, two drinks in his hand. His glasses had started falling down his face, so he used the inside of his elbow to push them up his face. Was it the fact that he almost spilled one of the drinks or that he looked good doing it that made my heart flutter?

"Good job. That's a nice fire you've got going." The deep notes of his voice brought an added layer of warmth to my body. I pushed down more feelings that were threatening to arise in my body. Why was I feeling this way so quickly? I told myself it must have been the darkness from the night.

"Thanks. I'm kind of a fire master." I could smell his cologne as he leaned over to hand me the drink, a subtle pine scent.

"Oh, I might have to give you a run for your money." He gave an amused laugh as he took a seat on the gravel mixed with some grass (not enough) next to me.

"Fire-building race tomorrow, you're on."

"You got it."

As he took a sip of his drink, I couldn't help but let my eyes flash to where he was sitting to see his shirt stretching to reveal a bit of his lower tummy as his arm went in the air.

"What do I get if I win?" he teased.

I traced my eyes to his face. There was a whisper from the side of my mind that urged me to admit what I wanted,

"I've got some Twizzlers in my car." I baited him, and I watched another smile cross his face.

"Twizzlers are my favorite."

"They're mine too." I looked at the fire, and I thought I saw his eyes flash across my frame.

"Judging by your clothes, you must be doing some trails tomorrow. I did the Grand Peak today, it was gorgeous." I raised my eyebrows at him,

"That's why I'm here, I am going to hike that trail tomorrow."

I pictured the way the mountain will look in real life, more massive than the photos let on. My mind also explored the different way his stomach must look underneath his flannel, soft and sore from the miles up the mountain.

"How long did it take you?" I looked down at my feet as I expectantly waited.

"Around five hours."

I felt a surge of competitiveness travel through my veins... seven hours was the average. I was impressed and even more excited to wake up early and get up on the mountain.

"That's really good." I looked his way and saw that his eyes were on me. They were a color which was hard to distinguish in the dark but by the way his eyes seemed almost entirely black I assumed they were a dark brown. I imagined the way they would look in the sunlight, like the most wonderful bark of a grand oak tree. The sun was almost completely behind the mountains and I noticed the temperature had fallen by many degrees. I gave a shiver.

"I know." He held a smirk across his full lips as he saw the competitive flash that was held in the pools of my eyes.

"It's a beast. You look quite fit though, I'm sure you'll make it." The only reason I continued to hold his eye contact was because I knew he wouldn't be able to see the pink rising in my cheeks in the light of the fire. The fire burned in between us and by each moment I was feeling my mind be taken by his presence. I wanted to know more about this stranger, where he was from, his opinion on my favorite music artists, his favorite artists, what his body looked like, and how he sounded when he was trying to catch his breath; after a long hike or a good fuck.

"I've been training. I know I will." I smirked back.

"That's what I like to hear."

I felt a fire heat in between my legs. His eyes seemed to darken as he took another sip of his drink. I watched the liquid coat his lips, moistening them visibly in the orange light. I imagined the wetness on his lips was from another source. All I could manage was a small huff of amusement.

"Well, it's getting late. I'm gonna retire for the night. Hope you get a good rest."

I gave a small nod in return as he rose from the ground and was enveloped in the darkness in the direction of his site. He left so quickly, I wonder if he felt the tension that I had. I knew I should head to bed, but I hadn't wanted him to leave. I could hear his footsteps after I could no longer see him. I sat by the fire for another hour or so, enjoying the sound of spring peepers and frogs of which kind I did not know. I submitted to the fantasies which wished to play through my mind and imagined being on the side of the mountain, finally, an event I have pictured for months. I finished my drink from the stranger, put a rock on top of the fire to preserve the embers for the morning, changed from my hiking clothes into pajamas, and retired to my tent for the evening. As I lay between my bedding and blanket, I felt the heat in between my legs, which I could no longer resist.. My breasts lay free underneath my large shirt. I closed my eyes as I let the fingers of my left hand travel to one of my nipples and the other between my smooth thighs, which had a few dimples scattered across them. I wanted to let out a moan as soon as my hands were massaging myself. My hands moved at an even pace, my mind floated into space above me.

"Mmm." I let a soft, quiet moan escape my lips. Images of the handsome stranger's face appeared in my mind. The glow of his essence and the way it might have felt to have closed the space in between us filled my sleepy consciousness. I started to rub myself faster, the engorged flower bud under my fingertips was given relief with each swirling motion. I tried to hold on to the memory of his pine scent. It seemed like it was part of his skin, as though he were a piece of the forest itself. I pulled at my nipples like a mosquito sucking the sweet red juice.

"Ma'am?" A voice came from outside my tent. I suddenly froze. Had I been too loud? I stayed quiet as I wanted to be sure that the person was speaking to me.

"Are you asleep yet?" It sounded like the voice of the man who was still on my mind, I had not gotten his name.

"No, what's up?" I wonder if he had heard my soft moans. I almost hoped he had.

"I forgot to give you back your lighter." He spoke slowly.

I thought I heard a hint of knowing in his voice. I tried to move my slender fingers from underneath my underwear band without letting the band slap against my skin. I wasn't careful enough, and it snapped loudly against my V-line.

I wanted the man to crawl into the tent with me, like a bear entering its den. I wanted him to take up room and make me press against the sides of the thin material.

"Oh, thank you," I whispered. I quietly unzipped the bottom of my tent door and stuck my hand out.

"You're welcome." He placed the small device into the palm of my hand, dragging his fingers across mine as he did so. It sent shivers down my back like when you first turn on a hot shower and feel the heat of the droplets splash against your scalp.

"I'll let you finish up now," he whispered, his voice husky.

I wasn't able to mutter a response, instead, I just let the words float on my mind, like water striders atop a lake's surface. My fingers abided by his wishes as they aligned with my own, and they returned beneath the surface. A part of me didn't want to move. I have never had someone be so direct with me. But another part, the larger part, liked that he knew. I was throbbing and let my fingers slide easily into my warm wetness. I soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I went into my suitcase just before the sun had started to rise. I grabbed my yoga pants and a sports bra to do stretches in the chilly morning air before any of the other campers would be awake. I sat in my tent and awkwardly put on the skin-tight bottoms. I got both of my legs in and then scootched back until I was able to lean on my elbows and pull them over my bottom. I pulled my pajama shirt over my head and enjoyed as the cool morning air met my hardened nipples. My breasts were on the large end and heavy, they hung down halfway to my belly button. I pulled the bra over my head and down over my breasts, giving a few test bounces to make sure nothing would slip out. I stepped out of my tent, slowly, and stood in the grassy area behind my tent. It was in the line of sight of the man's tent. I hoped he was watching out of the mesh window of his tent at me. I decided not to use a mat, the earth beckoned me to its peaks as much as it beckoned me to the ground. I wanted to feel the earth in my hands.

I bent over at the knees and grabbed ahold of my elbows, swinging back and forth, taking deep breaths. I relaxed into the position as I felt my back give into the stretch. I followed it by doing a downward facing dog and then got onto my hands and knees. I pushed the middle of my back down and stuck my butt up into the air while rolling my neck back and forth. I knew the way I looked when I did this position. My full butt high up in the air. My hips curving like waves to form my love handles, my waist like a gorge. I breathed deeply in and then out. I curled my back the opposite way, like a frightened cat. I held that for a few seconds and focused on the sounds of the waking world. I returned to my previous position and then outstretched my arms in front of me bringing my chest low to the ground, keeping my round and large ass in the air.

I heard a tent unzipping and slowly turned my head. I saw his head about to turn in my direction and I turned to face the ground. I continued to focus on my breath. I pressed farther making the deepest arch I could. I spread my legs slightly and moved my hips from side to side. I felt his eyes on me. My arms covered my eyes but I peeked above them slightly to see him sitting at his camping chair now, facing my direction. He was wearing his glasses. My back came up and then I slowly, slowly went back down again. I kept watching him and saw his chest rising up and down, he must have been breathing deeply. He was leaning on one of his elbows, covering his mouth.

The mountain air was pristine and felt amazing in my lungs. I sat back on my legs to exit the position and then stood up. I did multiple squats, bouncing lightly when I would reach the bottom of each. I looked over my shoulder and could see in his baggy shorts the fabric in the middle of them had started to rise. I knew I was wet and it would likely show on my panties. I controlled my breath and then after one final squat went to my car and grabbed a bottle of water. I chugged down the entire thing. I loved the thought of what I was doing to him.

At the same moment he was taking up my mind, I was thinking of my upcoming trek. Moving my body in such fluid ways made me feel like an eel in the water, perfectly fit for the environment it was in. I went back into my tent, intentionally not giving another glance to the man. I changed into my tight hiking pants, tank top, hiking overshirt, and boots. I decided I would take a few moments by the river before preparing my hiking bag and heading out on the trail. I grabbed a few pieces of licorice to snack on.

When I pushed through the small shrubbery which blocks the short trail to the river I saw the man with brown hair now sitting on a large rock right by the water. I moved like a bear, not making any noise as I went. When I stepped on a twig his head turned and I saw his chest rise like he had been expecting me.

"I got up to watch the sunrise, but what I found was a lot more interesting."

"Did you like watching me?"

He made a soft moan and it filled me with another layer of excitement, I felt my petals about to bloom. I took a bite of my licorice and chewed slowly.

"Don't tempt me." I saw his brows slightly furrow, He motioned for me to join him on the rocks. "Come here."

I was intentional with my movements. I stepped on the rocks to avoid stepping in the mud. I let my hips fall farther to the side than they naturally would as I went. He took the licorice, took a bite, and then handed it back. The sun was not quite up yet, and I knew that we had some time before I had to be out on the trail. I was up for some extra cardio. I stepped within a foot of him, and he turned to face me directly. He was just a couple of inches taller than me, but the width of his shoulders made him seem imposing.

"I want you." He growled.

"Then take me."

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, not seeming to care that they both went between rocks and directly into the mud. We stared at each other for a few moments, with an awareness that other campers would be waking up soon. We would not be able to hide in the dark blanket of the morning light for much longer. I saw in his eyes a questioning. Was he wondering who I was? Why would I be willing to give this man a trust rarely granted to a stranger? And him the same for me?

We were here for a similar purpose. As his eyes searched me like he was scanning an old map, he pulled up my shirt and bra to reveal my breasts. He hungrily placed his mouth over my right nipple and began to massage the other between his thumb and pointer finger. He held eye contact as he swirled his tongue over my hardened peaks.. My head fell back as I let out a deep moan of satisfaction.

My fantasy had become reality, and it was better than I could have hoped. He began softly moaning as he sucked thirstily at my breast. When I brought my head back up, he still held the same intense look in his eyes. He dropped my nipple out of his mouth and began to pull at the tip,

"Oh!" It hurt for a moment, but I quickly began to eagerly await each pleasurable jolt. He shoved his face into my other breast and continued to pull. Then he stopped, and I tried not to whimper. He grinned as he pulled away,

"Ohhh... you like that? Good."

He didn't make me say a word and began the previous motion. I could feel my flower in bloom, and he was the one watering it. I wanted to taste myself on him. I pulled his head from my chest and brought his lips to mine. He was warm, and my nostrils were filled again with his scent. I inhaled deeply while we moved against each other. He ran one of his hands through my long hair and gripped it tightly, then he slid the other down the front of my left thigh. He rubbed my skin through the thin material, achingly slow, up and down. I decided to do the same to him. I knew he would be hard and I wanted to feel it. I rubbed his thigh for a moment and then took hold of his member.

"Mmm.." He moaned into the kiss. His hand trailed higher, he placed his fingers in between my thighs and gently pushed them apart. I made it easier by stepping apart, opening up for him.

"Oh, good girll." He trailed out the end of the word, in a low and husky tone. I needed his hands on me, like plants need the sunshine. Like a moth flies toward light or in the way a star is destined to become a supernova. I wanted him to caress my petals. I knew his hand was hovering like a bee waiting to pollinate. He trailed his lips down my neck and then quickly grazed a single finger over my engorged clit.

"Mm.." I gave a sharp moan and he gave a satisfied one in response.

"You want it don't you?" I did not want to give him what he desired so easily. I stopped rubbing him through his pants. He gave a quick nip to my neck.

"You wanna play that game, then?" His fingers pressed firmly against my clit and began rubbing in slow circles.

"Yesss..." I threw my head back again, and saw that the sky was a bit brighter now. I knew other people would start waking up soon. He wrapped his other arm around me and held me up as I leaned on him through the pleasure.

"I can feel how wet you are for me."

I nodded my head and bit my lip trying not to audibly whimper.

"I know you were thinking about me in your tent last night."

"Yes.. I was. I came to the thought of you inside of me."

"Looks like I'm winning." He gave a small laugh and I tried to make a snide response but the feelings of his fingers pleasing my clit over my pants was too good. I didn't want to be distracted from it for even a moment. I went to reach for his hard cock again but he blocked me,

"No no. Let me touch you now." He then stopped moving his hand, and this time I did whimper. I threw the Twizzlers that were still in my hand on the ground beside us.

"Come on, let's get these off of you." He sounded almost desperate, and I reveled in it. He turned me around quickly and roughly pulled my pants down to my knees. I looked back and saw him staring down at my black thong, admiring my bottom like it was a piece of art. He rubbed my right cheek softly and then brought his hand down with a hard smack.

"Oh!" I said with a mixture of pleasure and surprise.