Intrusive Thoughts 02 Campout

We're in the tent, in our separate beds. I'm lying on my side, facing towards you, but you're facing away from me.

"Will you...spoon, with me?" you ask so quietly I can barely hear you.

"Of course," I say as I scoot closer. I drape an arm over your midriff and try not to press my body too much against your back. I'm afraid you'll feel my nipples poking you. Plus, I try not to get my hopes up. You're probably just missing your husband. You're not used to falling asleep without someone else in your bed like I am. Still, my heartbeat speeds up against my will, allowed to be touching you at all...

After several minutes of awkward silence, you put your hand on top of mine. Another long pause ensues before you ask...

"Will you touch me?"

I'm glad you can't see my eyes widen in the dark. But, I'm sure you can feel my body tense. I've wanted to touch you for so long, but never really thought I'd hear you say the words. I prop myself up a bit on my other arm so I can hear your answer to my question.

"Are you sure?" I practically whisper. You simply nod your head in agreement. I want to kiss the side of your neck, your cheek, so bad, but I refrain for now, not sure if that's included in said touching.

You let me move my hand to one of your breasts, kneading its fullness gently. I feel your nipple harden and can't resist pinching it a little. I hear quiet sounds of approval coming from you in the dark. I move to the other breast and show it the same slow attention, still a little afraid you're going to change your mind at any moment and regret everything.

Instead, you take my hand again and move it underneath your silky top and slowly back to one of your breasts. My heart skips a beat finally feeling the breasts I've been daydreaming about for months. I squeeze a little more vigorously now. Your breathing was already becoming hard before, but now I feel you arch your back slightly at my touch. I twist and tweak your nipples, taking turns with each, wanting to feel them inside of my mouth so badly. I briefly wonder if you're getting as wet as I am.

As if reading my mind, you take my hand again and guide it beneath the waistband of your pajama pants. My heart skips a beat again and my breath hitches as I trail my hand down between your legs, still having a hard time believing this is really happening.

I rub two fingers along your slit on the outside of your underwear. I catch myself thinking about plunging them into you, wondering how slippery you are because of me. I feel the heat radiating from you even through the cloth. But I'm greedy and want to know just how hot you are.

"Touch me," you tell me again, practically begging, and force me to rub you more vigorously.

I push my luck and slip the two fingers inside of your panties, tentatively rubbing along your opening. I'm secretly pleased by how wet you are, my fingers easily gliding up and down, up and down, teasing your folds. Your breathing is ragged at this point, longing for me to do more. You reach down and take control of my hand again impatiently, forcing my fingers inside of you at last as you let out a true moan.

I work my fingers inside of you at a steady pace, not too fast, not too slow. Much more of listening to your lovely sounds of pleasure and I'll have to start playing with myself too. I get my thumb in on the action, using it to rub circles around your clit. You're becoming unhinged, writhing at my touch. Suddenly, you sit up some and grab the back of my head, kissing me deeply and eagerly, your tongue instantly in my mouth. I can't help the moan that escapes my throat. This is hotter than I ever could have imagined and I'm ridiculously turned on.

We make out voraciously as my fingers continue pummeling inside of you, faster and faster. You finally get to a point you can't continue, burying your head in my neck and moaning deeply, over and over, as your pussy starts spasming around my fingers. You try to cry out as quietly as possible, muffling yourself in my shoulder, as your orgasm peaks and your thighs clamp around my arm.

Slowly, reluctantly, perhaps, you release your grip on me and lie back down, staring up at me. I can't help myself; I'm still insanely horny. I pull my fingers out of you and immediately place them in my mouth, licking your sweet juices off of them.

"I wanted to know what you taste like," I admit with an evil lopsided grin, not even really sure how much of my face you can see in the dark.

"Please eat me out," you beg breathily, sitting back up, grabbing my arms. My evil grin spreads. I've never seen you so vulnerable, so keyed up, so needy.

"Are you sure?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

You answer by kissing me feverishly again. I selfishly wonder for a brief second if you'll do anything to me. But, for now, I'm happy just to finally feel your lips pressed against mine...and the palpable desire behind them.

You finally let me untangle myself from your lips and hair. I get into position near the end of your bed, and you haphazardly yank your pants and panties off. Nervously, if I'm being honest, my hands glide slowly up your thick, smooth thighs, your legs parting farther for me as I reach your center. This alone turns me on even more, which I didn't think was possible at this point. I rub the inside of your thighs softly, dangerously close to your still wet lips. Slowly, I lower my face down between your legs, still massaging. I take a deep breath and lower the rest of the way.

You jump when my tongue tentatively licks you the first time. I take my time getting used to you and hoping you're enjoying it. Fingering you is one thing. I've done that to myself plenty of times. Eating you out is a whole different story. Imagining it and doing it are two completely different things. Also, you tasted good on my fingers, but I find I like it even better firsthand.

I'm taking long, slow licks now, bottom to top. You're already getting squirmy and I like the reassurance as you run your fingers through my long hair. Your nub is hard again and I can't resist showing it special attention anymore, barely flicking it lightly with the tip of my tongue before sucking gently on it. Your back arches again as you grasp at your sleeping bag beneath you.

It doesn't take you long to get really worked up from this, so I back off and go back to your sopping opening. I remember something and decide to try it. You see, I can do some things with my tongue most people can't. I roll it up lengthwise and press it in and out of your opening. Your moaning gets louder. I assault you that way a little longer before trying my other trick. If you liked the first thing, you seem to LOVE the second thing. Your body writhes more against the camp bed as you become more verbal. I lash my tongue back and forth inside of you like the agitator of a washing machine. I reach up and start rubbing your clit furiously with two of my fingers as my tongue works its magic inside of you. There's no break between your wordless cries of pleasure. Your legs begin to shake and you try to push my head away, but I'm stronger than I look. I just lick and flick you even harder and faster, sending you completely over the edge.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" you scream over and over, past the point of being able to be quiet. Your upper body jolts halfway to sitting, grabbing the back of my hair to the point it's almost painful. You thrust against my face several more times, legs shuddering, before finally flopping backwards.

I sit back up and lick what I can of you from my face, wiping off the rest with the back of my shirt sleeve. I crawl up your body, straddling you, hoping you don't mind. You're still catching your breath, but I lean down and kiss you sweetly on your parted lips.