This story is mostly true, based on an actual camp out that happened. Naturally, the names have been changed but the events have not. Enjoy!
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The drums beat deep in the darkness as the woops and laughter filled the woods. With the evening ritual done, most had gathered around the big bonfire at the group camp for dancing, drumming and drinking. Ryan, your handsome husband was double-checking the kids tents (two large domes filled with all the kids, ranging 3-8) leaving you free to make your way down to where the party was in full swing.
You were already feeling full of life - the warm summer air thrummed, the moon was full and poured a silver glow onto the wide rolling meadow and the woods that surrounded it. It was an ideal group camp site, lots of tucked away little corners amongst the grassy field interspersed with popplers with a deep old growth forest outside the meadow and no signs of the outside world as far as the eye could see.
You swished your skirt this way and that, the little metal coins jangling softly. You still wore your deep cut green embroidered shirt and cloak from the ritual although you'd left the raven crown back at the tent. Your loose sandals made little to no noise as you joined the ruckus at the fire.
Sarah, small with a pixie cut of sandy brown hair, was deep in conversation with Tanya and Eric, explaining something that had Tanya's interest while Eric held a polite skeptical frown. As soon as you entered the circle of light, Sarah gave you an enthusiastic wave and a big smile.
"Brenna! I have something for you! Don't let me forget!" she said, before Tanya pulled her back into the discussion.
Nearby Evan and Daniel were poking at the fire, ostensibly discussing whether or not to add more firewood but neither one looked particularly invested in the decision. Daniel's eyes swept up and down your full curves in a way that made you feel flush and feel naked at the same time. His tousled hair catching the firelight, one muscular leg propped up on a chair, like a Captain Morgan poster.
Jared, still wearing the white poet's shirt from the ritual, gets up as you approach and, standing close in a way that makes your pulse race, leans in. His lean frame and high cheekbones giving him a wirely look in the dim light.
"Hey, I've got a bit of a headache so I was going to head back to my camper - you can have my seat."
"Hey wait up, I'll come with you." Jared gave a rare smile as you slip your arm into his and walk from the fire back into the moonlight.
"I . . uh . . wasn't planning on doing anything exciting, just laying down a little bit. The smoke was getting to be a bit much." The two of you make good time across the field, weaving around trees, cars and tents towards Jared and Sarah's dark green camping trailer set up a few paces from their truck.
"If you don't mind the company, I might have a cure for that headache." You try your best to look innocent but instead catch him glancing down your shirt. Yes, this is the right path.
"Oh, okay. Um, yeah. Come in." He opens the door, flipping down the little steps and clicking on the light. To your immediate left, there are rows of cabinets, to your right a full queen bed. The warm orange light of the lantern washes over the space giving it an inviting glow. Jared pulls off his boots and stretches out on the bed.
"I'm sorry, there's not a ton of room to sit . . ."
"That's okay, this works for me." You stretch out on the bed beside him. His sharp angled features softened in the light. You reach up and brush some hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah, so . . . I was going to just rest but suddenly, I'm not very tired." You grin.
"Would you like that headache cure?" You ask. He nods.
"Okay, I need you to take off your shirt. No no, stay sitting up, and face the cabinets over there." You slide behind him, your breath quickening. It's so rare to be the aggressor. You like it.
There he is, shirtless, his muscular back silhouetted in the dim light. You reach out and gently brush your fingertips up and down his back, tracing the outline of his spine, oh so lightly pressing on his shoulder blades, his lower back and then returning to the top. He shivers, not of cold but of pleasure.
"Is this a pressure point thing? You press the spot and the headache goes away?" You lean forward, whispering softly in his ear, your warm breath on his neck.
"Something like that." You start rubbing his shoulders, working your way down. He relaxes, shimming his muscles this way and that as you sooth away the aches of the day. Taking a moment's pause, while his guard is down, you pull your shirt over your head and quickly unclasp your bra.
You scoot forward, wrapping your arms underneath his and rubbing his chest, up and down his abs and back to his collar bone. Jared stiffens, suddenly aware of your naked breasts pressing against him.
He leans back to say something but you silence him with a kiss. He returns it in kind, hot and heavy. You reach down and feel his cock, straining against his pants. You kiss his neck, playfully bite his ear. He groans low in his throat as you undo his belt buckle and fish you hand into his pants.
His cock is hot, and thick and jumps in your hand as you pull it out into the air.
"What are you . . . I mean . . I don't know what you feel . . ." You sssshhh him softly and begin stroking him, slowly head to base. He moans and leans into you, giving you better leverage.
"Oh . . . oh . .. oh fuck Brenna!" He twists this way and that in your arms but you are merciless. With one hand you massage the head, the other moving up and down the shaft faster and faster. You feel his whole body go tense, his hips bucking off the bed.
"FUCK YES! AH AH AAHHHHH!!!" He erupts, splattering cum all over the sheets, the camper and himself. He sags against you, you lean in giving him a tender kiss as he catches his breath.
"Feeling better?" He laughs and nods.
"No more headache for me."
After a moment's pause, you stir. Grabbing your shirt and bra, you move to get up. You reach for the door to the camper but like lightning, Jared is there - pushing the door shut and locking it with a click.
"What? I thought that was all you needed." Jared grabs you by the shoulders, suddenly forceful.
"I'm not done with you." You put a hand on his naked chest, feeling his heart beat fast. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"I did what I wanted, I've got to go." You try and puff yourself up, realizing it makes your naked breasts stand free and tall in the warm summer air.
"No." Jared pushes you back onto the bed. "I need more." He pins you to the mattress, holding your wrists. His lips descend on your neck and breasts, kissing, biting, ravishing.
"Oh fuck . . ." you moan. This is not what you intended. You wanted just a little messing around but he has you trapped. With his knees, he pushes your legs apart, your black skirt already hiked up around your waist.
He snakes a hand down to your pussy, already wet and excited and starts working your clit. Your hips roll traitorously in time with his fingers. With your now free hand, you rake his back. He looks you in the eyes, that dangerous light shining.
