They arrived at the camp site and began to fling their gear from the heavily burdened truck. It had been a long drive but it was only noon when they arrived. Their secluded spot they would return to year after year didn't hold much in the way of conveniences but it was isolated enough they were never bothered by other campers. While they started to unfold their mid sized tent they were both driven and focused on the task at hand. They had done this a hundred times and worked as a well timed pair, each knowing what they had to do. In the mechanics of it she felt her footing give way. Suddenly she found she had tripped over an exposed root and fell clean on her ass. He walked over and smiled. "Since when did you get so clumsy?" he asked. She scowled at him. He leaned forward offering his hand to help her up. She denied him by rolling herself over onto her knees and helping herself up.
The view was exquisite. Her nice round ass poking into the air as she lifted herself from her knees and onto her hands. He was thankful at that moment for her yoga training. As she slowly straightened her body she reached her arms up into a full stretch. The line of her curvy body was more than he could hold himself from. As she turned around she exclaimed "At least there's grace in my rise as it lacked in my fall." As if her body wasn't enough her intellect made him weak at the knees. He felt a need for her deep down. Torn between whether to take her right there or compose himself until at least their camp had been set up.
She wiped her dusty hands on her khaki shorts and stood once again at the edge of the tent. She leaned over to pick up the corner of the tent. She knew when she leaned over without bending at the knees it drove him crazy. Her balance lent a nice touch to the way she liked to tease him. The slightest contortion of her body always directed his attention to wherever she wanted it to be. She was only half sure he knew she did it intentionally. She once again stood up and dragged the edge of the tent to just under a nearby tree. As she walked back to the truck to grab the poles she couldn't help but noticed he hadn't moved from the place where she fell.
He loved to watch her walk. Even in sport sandals her gait was feminine. She made sure she crossed her steps at the ankle just enough to give her hips a sexy sway. Her khaki shorts just long enough to barely cover her cute ass peeked up with every little wiggle. He stood still wondering what his next move should be. She enjoyed teasing him so. He could tell. Her sun glasses hid her eyes but nothing could hide that deviant little smirk. So often he'd let her get away with it. The torture of it all always made for hungrier sex later.
She grabbed the collapsible tent poles from the bed of the truck. Two fists full almost put her off balance again but this time she was more careful. She bent slightly and let one set fall to the ground. The other she slowly unfolded in her hands. One piece at a time gently gliding through her fingertips. She pointed her gaze his way to make sure he was paying attention as she purposefully slid each section of pole through her hands in a way that he was rather familiar with. She continued with this long gesture until she reached the last section. She then started feeding it slowly into the tent sleeves. She turned to him and asked, "Are you going to help me shove this in here or what?" Her innuendo was not lost in her sarcasm.
He paused only for a second longer. She was an evil nymph deserving of a good spanking right about now for her smart mouth, but he would wait. He walked over and quickly snapped the other pole into a taught line. He gruffly grabbed the other end of the tent and with one swing sent the pole flying skilfully through to the other side. "That's how a man does it." he exclaimed. Each grabbed a corner and in one swift movement the tent was erect and he couldn't help but notice her teasing was having a similar effect on him.
He was closer to the truck but she walked past him to grab the tarps anyhow. She loved how his eyes always followed her. She added a little bounce in her step and instead of casually reaching over the side of the truck box she bent full over onto the tailgate and lifted one leg as she reached for the tarps. She could feel a slight breeze as she realized doing so let him get a little peek up her shorts.
Damn that woman, he thought. She never was one to wear panties even when roughing it. He followed her over and reach over the side of the box and grabbed the rope. There was that little smirk again. He was going to have to let her have it. She was getting a little too comfortable with her teasing even if he tried to hide that it was affecting him. As she walked over to the tree where they usually secured one of the corners of the tarp he followed. Slowly he wrapped one a portion of the end of the rope around his hand and kept the loose coil in the other.
She never bothered looking back to see if he was following her. She walked slowly up to the tree and leaned against it. Taking one corner of the tarp she reached up and stood on her tip toes. She had to keep from giggling with glee knowing how her shorts were riding up. "I think you should come and help. You know I'm too short to reach this. Why..."
He interrupted her with his hand gripping her wrists. "That is quite sufficient young lady." He pressed his body up against hers so she couldn't turn around or move. Suddenly there was no self serving smirk on her face. He threw the loose coil of rope around the low hanging branch she was barely able to reach. With his free hand he began to tie the loose end around her wrists. She had yet to make a sound. He made swift work of suspending her from the branch.
