A big thank you to the readers who enjoyed the previous two installments and left very kind comments. There will definitely be a fourth chapter -- the story's not over yet.
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True to his word, her father had packed everything they needed for a night under the stars: the tent, a camp stove, food, and some basic gear. Granted, it wasn't as if they were driving more than a few miles from the house, so it would hardly be an emergency if they forgot something.
They drove up into the woods, the truck bouncing over the narrow track that wound between the trees. It was already late, and the sun had dipped low in the sky by the time they reached the campsite, the evening sky transformed to a deep orange blur across the western horizon.
As they unpacked the truck, Kerri noted wryly that there were some remainders of a previous visit in their chosen spot: a ring of stones for a campfire and a rain-spotted folding chair.
"You've been up here before," she remarked.
He grunted as he threw the disassembled tent onto the ground in a pale blue heap. "Yeah," he grunted.
"So am I even the first girl you've brought up here?" she grinned.
He gave her a skeptical look. "Don't be absurd." Then his gaze softened. "Yes, you're the only girl I've ever brought up here. The first person at all, as a matter of fact."
"I feel so special. Does this mean we're going steady?"
Kerri unpacked and arranged the food, while her father assembled the tent. The tent was nearly as old as she was -- as a little girl, she'd spent hours in the back yard in that tent, creating her own world inside it, sealed away from everything else. It wasn't nearly as big as she remembered it being, of course, but she had a feeling she wouldn't mind that.
By the time it was over, the light was already fading fast, the sun long gone behind the shallow hills. Kerri caught a whiff of the ozone scent of oncoming rain. A fragrant breeze picked up, giving her a slight chill.
"I think it's going to rain," she said.
He looked up into the sky, watching the clouds gather. "I think you're right."
"It's going to be cold beans out of a can tonight, isn't it?"
"We're not barbarians, for God's sake," he said with a smile. "I brought sandwiches."
They made quick preparations for the storm by rolling the windows up in the truck and packing everything into the tent that couldn't stand to get wet -- which left just enough room for the sleeping bag. Just as they finished, the first droplets of rain began to fall, making a flat splatting sound against the fabric of the tent.
"Damn it," her father said. "Looks like I picked a bad night for this bright idea. I guess we better get inside before we're both soaking wet."
"I think it might be a little late for that," she said. She brushed damp hair back from her eyes and looked into the darkening sky, letting the rain hit her face. An appealing idea crossed her mind, and she smiled. Without saying a word, she walked to a nearby tree at the edge of the clearing and put her back to it. Her father, fumbling with the plastic cooler, took no notice of her.
Kerri bit her lip and undid the top two buttons of her sweater. "Hey, Dad," she called, raising her voice over the sound of the rain.
He stood and turned to look at her. As he watched, she undid the buttons of her sweater, which was already taking on the consistency of a damp rag. She shrugged it off, not caring where it landed, and was glad to be rid of it. She had put on nothing underneath, and the cool rain fell on her bare shoulders and chest, instantly giving her goosebumps. Her small round nipples instantly became hard in the wet, open air.
Her father watched her, stock-still and wide-eyed, his hands carefully at his sides. She undid the buttons of her skirt and threw that off as well, completing her short journey to nakedness. Her hair fell in her eyes again, and she threw it back over her damp shoulders. She took a step backward and put her bare back against the tree, lifting her arms above her head to grasp an overhead branch. She tilted her body outward, relishing the sting of cold water on her stomach.
She closed her eyes for a moment or two, focusing on the sound of the rain and the feel of the increasingly torrential downpour. When she opened them again, her father was standing a foot in front of her, his clothes soaked, water dripping from his hair and the tip of his nose.
"You wanted to see me naked in the great outdoors," she said. "Here I am--"
He interrupted her with a kiss as he pressed his body against hers, pushing her against the rough bark of the tree. She felt warm, rough hands on her breasts, felt them run down her slim waist. She moaned, grasping the branch above her head, not letting herself touch him.
Kerri gasped for breath as the kiss parted. A peal of thunder rolled across the sky, chasing a distant flash of lightning.
"We should get inside--" he gasped.
"Not yet," she said.
"I want you," he said, and the raw need in his voice almost convinced her. But there was something she wanted to do first.
"I said not yet," she replied defiantly, and let go of the branch, nearly colliding with him as she leaned forward. She kissed him again and slid her hand down to touch the crotch of his jeans -- he was rock-hard and protruding, as she'd hoped. She hooked her fingers around his belt and lowered herself to a kneeling position, the softening ground cold against her knees.
"Kerri--" her father looked down at her with something that was almost reverence,
Kerri fumbled for his zipper, pulled it down, and reached her hand inside his jeans. She pulled his cock out and drew in her breath a little at the sight of it. She put a hand around him and squeezed, and he moaned softly. Leaning forward, she caressed the head lightly with her tongue, already tasting the rain on his flesh. She teased him for a while, running her tongue down along one side of his cock and then up again, until he lost patience with her and put a hand on the back of her head. She let him pull her forward and took his cock in her mouth without further preamble.
Kerri felt him tense, heard his breath hiss between his teeth, and his other hand gripped her shoulder. He pulled her head forward more, and she nearly gagged when she felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat briefly, but she quickly got herself back under control. A thunderclap rang out, and she started.
"Oh, Kerri, goddammit--" he groaned, and his fingers tightened in her hair. He tilted his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, and she relaxed and let him take his own pace. He began to move rhythmically, putting both hands behind her head now, until he was outright fucking her mouth. She gave him a little moan to let him know she liked it, pushing her hands against his stomach. The whole world receded to a distant blur, until there was nothing but the feel of him in her mouth and the sound of the rain.
After a while, she felt him slow and hesitate, and heard his voice, faintly, over the sound of the storm. He pulled away, his cock sliding out of her mouth. "We should really--"
Kerri knew him well enough to know he was trying to get her into the tent, and decided she wasn't having any of that at the moment. She hooked her hands in the waist of his jeans and yanked him forward, taking him in her mouth again. He groaned loudly and put his hand on top of her head, took a handful of her hair, and tightened his fist.
