Red sat in the tent quietly, awaiting sleep to finally take hold. Her long crimson hair that had earned her namesake was sprawled out behind her, intertwined in the blanket's fabric. The night was calm, which would usually mean it was time to start her business hours, but she had so far claimed a lucrative week, so the idea of a night off seemed appealing. It was not as if she disliked her job. On the contrary, Red was living the dream, but even paradise can become boring sometimes.
After yet another hour laying sleepless, Red decided she might as well get up. Springing off her cot, she stripped off the long tee she used to sleep in and rummaged through her bags for an outfit. They were all dark colors, a necessity of her vocation. Finally, she decided on a low v-cut top that fell off her shoulders and cut off well above her naval. To match, was a pair of tattered shorts that she pulled over her red panties. Before stepping out of the tent, she pulled on some heavy boots over her bare feet. They didn't exactly match her outfit, but they were necessary to traverse the area at night. Besides, she would not be going far.
Stretching in the moonlight, Red could see the dim lights of campfires in uneven intervals around the lake. The public campground was popular and well used, but spacious enough to keep the campsites separated. Red had scouted the different groups earlier in the daylight and made metal notes of the ones she would return to. It had merely been a matter of walking by in something unassuming, and gaging the level of attention she received. Whoops and catcalls did not interest her, as discretion was important. Neither did couples, since they tended to share tents, making her job precarious at best.
No, what was ideal was a group of friends without their significant others. It had taken her awhile to learn to identify the perfect ones, but Red had been at this a long time now. Quietly, she made her way into the first campsite. The fire burned dimly, left unattended in the late night. Picking her way carefully, Red snuck through the camp. Finding her way to a large tent, she carefully unzipped the door, sneaking in. Quiet as a mouse, she slipped out of her boots and laid them softly by the door. With practiced precision, she snuck over to the shirtless sleeping body of a young man in his sleeping bag. His short blond hair was messy and frayed, headphones hanging from his ears.
Reaching down, Red grabbed his iPhone and turned off the music he had fallen asleep to. The sudden change caused him to stir and awaken, his first glimpse that of her sun-kissed face glowing in the moonlight. He pulled out of his sleeping bag confused and tried to sit up. Red places a hand on his chest, stopping him raising her other hand to gesture a "shh" to keep him quiet. He looked concerned, but he also was nearly twice her size, so he complied for the moment. Without hesitation, she leaned down and kissed him deeply, earning a deep gasp from the man. He was confused and overwhelmed, but this girl was all over him. Giving up any idea of fighting back, he laid back, Red following him down.
Still kissing him, she reached around and unzipped the sleeping bag. With the new access, she slipped beneath it alongside him, excited when she felt that he was not wearing anything as he slept. Red giggled as the young man's hands explored her body, his fingers slipping beneath her top. She ran her hands up his chest until her arms were raised above their heads. He took her cue and pulled her top over her head. Her freed breasts bounced free of the fabric, and they met his lips with a pleasurable sensation.
While he sucked her nipples, Red guided his hand into her shorts, pulling loose her button as he reached inside. His strong hand caressed her already wet slit, causing her to stir in his grasp. He continued sucking her nipple and rolled over the top of her, his hand still reaching inside. Red lay flat on her back, relishing in his attention. With a sudden push, he buried two of his fingers deep into her, causing her to arch her back. He worked his way from her nipples, up to her neck, and eventually back to her lips. While he worked his way up, she felt his hard girth leaning against her leg. The very thought of him inside her excited her even more. He must have felt her pulsating because he pulled his hand from inside her and pulled her shorts and panties off of her legs.
Now naked, Red spread her legs wide, opening herself to him. With one motion, he guided himself over her blossoming entrance and slipped into her wet slit. She moaned softly with his entry, his entire length slipping in with ease. Soon he was pumping in and out, slowly at first before speeding up. She clenched her lips together, trying to contain her groans of pleasure. The last thing she wanted was to gather the attention of his camp mates. He seemed to understand her concerns so he grunted in exertion but kept his noises quiet.
Red was feeling close to an ending, so with a practiced maneuver, she wrapped her legs around him and twisted. He went with it and rolled onto his back, carrying her slight frame atop him. Having never lost him inside her, Red began rolling her hips against his, twisting his length inside herself creatively. She felt him begin to tense up, but Red was already approaching her own finish. With a shudder, she let the orgasm roll over her, causing her to growl and grip his chest. This caused him to stiffen, and releasing a burst of hot liquid. Pulling off of him just before, Red let him spill onto her smooth mound and legs.
The pair collapsed beside each other in the cool air. Red grabbed one of his loose towels and wiped the mess from between her legs. Once their heavy breathing slowed to a calming pace, the two huddled together naked in the moonlight until sleep crept upon them.
Once the man's breathing became a steady snore, Red slipped from his grasp and gathered her clothes. Redressing, she slipped on her boots and pulled a small card from her pocket. Pulling the earbuds from his phone, she pocketed the device and wrapped the cord around the small card, placing it beside him. The inscription merely stated her gratitude, "Thanks for your contribution." Those who returned regardless of her ploy received a different note to establish repeat business, such as her next visit.
Sneaking out of the camp, Red stashed the iPhone in a cache to be gathered later and followed a dark trail toward a more secluded campsite that jutted out into the lake. When she approached, she noticed the campfire burning bright still. This time there was no need to sneak in, but she did have a reputation to protect. As she approached, Red saw several people sitting in a circle around the fire. Still undetected, she looked through the group. There was a pair of men, one with short dark hair with a matching beard, the other with a tight ponytail. They both wore jeans and loose fit plaid shirts. Opposite them was an attractive woman with long dark hair, a rich black as velvety as the darkness around them. The woman wore a long thin skirt that rode just above her knees, matching a flowery blouse not exactly suited for the outdoors.
Slipping off her boots, Red tied them together and slung them over her shoulder. Creeping silently toward them, she placed each bare footstep carefully. Now within just a few meters, she could hear their conversation.
"And to think Blake never came back after that," the girl said.
The men chuckled. "He was a little butt-hurt about losing his fancy pocket knife," one of them said.
"I lost my favorite kayak!" The other man said with a laugh, "and yet I came back instead of skulking back home."
