Camping the Night Away
Tamara and I had gone out a couple times, but this was going to be the first time we spent an entire night together. We both loved camping so I suggested, half jokingly, that we grab a sleeping back and head into the woods to rough it. To my surprise, she was down with that. In fact, she was extremely excited and couldn’t stop talking about it.
The week before we left went by slowly, but finally the moment arrived. She stopped by to pick me up in her soft top Jeep. She was wearing a tight camo tanktop that outlined her outstanding C-cup breasts. I spent many hours of those first two dates resisting the urge to just reach out and touch them.
True to our agreement, I saw just a single sleeping bag in the back for our trip as I jumped in.
“You ready?” she asked.
“I was born ready for this,” I said and we were off to the forest on the land her dad owned.
Neither of us did much talking as she drove deeper and deeper into the woods. We both knew what was likely going to happen, but we didn’t want to verbalize and kill the mood. So we watched the moon hide from our view as the tree limbs overhead became thicker and thicker. Soon after she stopped the Jeep on the side of the dirt road and turned to me.
“We’re walking from here, mister.”
I grabbed the sleeping bag out of the back and we headed down a trail into the woods. She started telling me about her childhood growing up on this land, the forts she had, the trees she climbed. The conversation eventually moved to the guys she had dated previous to me.
“I’m the only you’ve brought here?” I asked. “Come on, you’re kidding me.”
She shook her head no and grabbed my hand as we walked further into the woods. We stopped talking again as the sounds and noises of the woods around us got louder and louder. The warm summer air was slightly cooler underneath the trees.
Just as I was about to ask how much further we were going to go, we reached a clearing in the trees. Out here away from the city the stars were brighter than I’d ever seen. Without any words, she took the sleeping bag from me and unrolled it in middle of the field.
I loved her direct manner. Without saying anything, she took off her clothes and laid down on the open sleeping bag, looking up at the brilliant night sky. I shook myself out of my trance and danced my clothes off as I made my way across the clearing. She sat up on an elbow and watched me get closer, shedding clothes as I walked toward her.
It seemed wrong to start talking so I just laid down next to her, the sounds from the forest more than enough to listen to as our bodies explored each other. At one point she was riding me and I looked up and saw her face framed against a backdrop of stars – the milky way – and the way she leaned down and her breasts touched me sent me to another place. Several times that night.
We slept zipped up together in the sleeping bag, the one we would keep with us for the rest of the relationship. In the morning things were changed. In a good way, though as we became great sex friends.
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