2Snapping sounds from twigs filled the night air as she stomped across the trail leading to the bathrooms of the secluded camp ground. Holding up her flashlight helped her side step over grown branches but not anything on the ground. It didn't help that her hiking boots were untied and the laces dangled like trip wires. Ever six steps or so the laces would catch under her shoe and make her nearly fall. Fortunately, the stupor of sleepiness she was in didn't have total control of her. She was able to regain her balance before she completely fell to the ground. Yawning, she stopped, to make sure she didn't run into anything.
From behind her, she thought she heard a twig snap. Turning and shining the light behind her, she suddenly realized how isolated she was. Trees and bushes crowded around her, giving her only glimpses of light of other camp grounds. Darkness seemed to take up whatever space was left, including the space on the four foot wide path to the restroom. Great, she thought, I'm all alone in the woods and my only defense is a dinky light. Shining the light in the bushes one last time, to scare away any creepy crawlies nearby, she took comfort that she could throw the flashlight fairly easily, giving her time to run.
"Maybe it would be a better idea to go back to camp…" She thought aloud, trying to stab at the darkness with sound.
Just as she was going to take a step back to camp, her bladder reminded her why she had ventured out from the warmth of her sleeping bag in the first place. Holding the flashlight in one hand, and wrapping her arm around herself, she power walked the rest of the way to the bathroom.
Cursing her choice in pajamas she rounded the bend to the bathrooms. Walking halfway around the bathrooms to the men's side, to check for anyone, her bladder spoke its mind again. Running back around, she heaved open the insolated women's bathroom door open. The bright over head lights calmed her nerves.
"Good, there's a window," She said to herself, thinking out loud as she pulled open one of the stall doors, "the first people to die are always the scared chicks in creepy places they can't get out of…after of course the dude that says…" She decided against saying I'll be right back, just in case, "and after the couple having sex. Then again, the guy is always an ass, so maybe he deserves it." Even while she relieved herself she held the flash light to her chest.
Heaving to big door open again, she hesitated, the darkness creeping in on the light of the bathroom. Gathering what little courage she had, she stepped into the night again, this time to find the sink that was outside the bathroom. Why the hell is it outside anyway… decrease traffic flow? Finding the sinks on the opposite side of the building from the trail she used didn't help calm her nerves anymore. Putting the flashlight in between her legs only blinded her. As she was trying to balance the light with her shoulder and head, another clicked on behind her.
Ready to throw her light and run, she shined the light in the newcomer's face, but the face was all too familiar, even in the dark. At the same time, it kept her from pin pointing exact features. It wasn't until he spoke did she recognize him, "Babe, it's me," He held his big hand in front of his face, to keep the light out of his eyes.
"Oh thank goodness!" She threw her arms around his neck, her hands still cold and wet from pre-rinsing them.
A shiver ran down his back from how cold her fingers where, "Damn baby, your hands are freezing." He turned her around and held the flashlight above her head so she could see, "Isn't there a hot water feature on that thing?"
"No," she pouted, still disappointed from when she figured out there wasn't, "How long have you been fallowing me?"
He almost laughed, "Baby, you asked me to go with you before you left." Using her small flashlight, he shined light on her body, liking the way his boxers outlined her ass.
"Are you going to keep checking me out, or help me wash my hand's" She joked, not looking behind her.
Pressing right up behind her, he let her know just what 'checking her out' did to him. She straitened her back immediately. However, she relaxed when he kissed her neck, driving her a little higher on the crazy meter. Not opening his eyes, he put both lights on the small shelf above the sinks; the industrial one he had carried was on its side, so they could still see. Finally having both hands free he gave in to touching her.
Running his hands up and down her sides reminded him how much he loved subtle curves. Then again, he had never really liked them until he had started dating her, so really he just loved the fact they were on her. Damn did he love hers though, the way her hourglass figure fit perfectly in his hands drove him crazy. Making sure he didn't miss a spot on her body, he pulled down her bottoms a little bit.
"Don't." She sighed, twining her fingers through his, "I don't want to get caught again, not after what happened on Father's Day last year."
"We won't baby." He whispered in her ear, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, "I promise."
Lowering their hands, he used his middle finger and stroked her sex, making her arch against his hand. They hadn't been able to be together for a while, her body was hypersensitive to every touch and stroke and caress of his hands. Smirking, he continued to pet, pressing his length against her back. She moaned out loud, letting him know how sensitive she was.
"I know beautiful, I'm hard as a fucking rock right now." Slipping his hand down the front of the boxers, he groaned as he rubbed her clit, "I want you so fucking bad and we haven't even started yet."
Okay, so he wasn't playing fair. But hearing her moans and sighs was more powerful that the most potent aphrodisiac. After three years, he knew the tricks to make her want it and how to tell how bad she wanted it. Rubbing faster, her hips started to move, just barely. He kept himself pressed against her. Taking a hand off the nearly white knuckle grip she had on the sink, he placed it in between them. Not realizing how sensitive he was, the touch rocked him.
"Shit Baby, one little touch, you did that and you're the only one that's ever done that."
While he spoke, he stopped working her, and she was able to speak, "Same here boo." She pulled down the back of the boxers, her cheeks turning red.
Although he tried to hide his smile, it didn't work well, "Are you sure? In public?"
"Nobody's around…" She mumbled the blush spreading as she pressed her ass against him.
Leaning her down a little, he kissed her neck, and wrapped his own hand around his cock. To hold back was one thing; to not slam into her when he rubbed his head against her sex was another thing entirely. A long time ago, before they had even started going at it, he had promised her to never start out roughly. Just because she was practically begging him was no exception. This would be a lot easier if we were laying down, he thought, having to oddly angle to rub her. Biting his lip, he tried to focus on pleasuring her, and not how dripping wet she was already.
Her voice caught his attention, "Babe, that feels amazing, but can you just fuck me already?" He smirked, having done his job of making her frustrated.
Teasing her wouldn't hurt, "Oh, just fuck you? Like this?" With one quick thrust he pushed past her walls. Pulling out slowly he wished he could watch her face when he thrust back in slowly, even for him, "Is this what you like baby, me fucking you like this?"
Did he really expect her to answer? With each slow thrust he took away her ability to think, to speak, to do anything but gasp and feel. Every time he came forward she pushed back, letting him know she wanted it faster. He got the message. Suddenly, he was gone. Looking behind her, she saw him push the boxers the rest of the way to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was breathy and sweat had started to form on her forehead despite the chill of the night air.
Instead of answering he asked, "Can you hold onto the top there?" She grabbed onto the railing above her head, "Good."
Although she was confused she knew better than to ask why. He wasn't very talkative when his dick was out and hard. To her surprise, he lifted her leg at the knee. Now this was new and yet very hot. Normally, she would be against trying this kind of position, with their luck they would tip over because she let go of the beam. Before she could ask what kind of porn he had been watching he reached under her shirt, cupping her breast.
With his voice raspy and sexy she couldn't help but comply when he said, "Kiss me."
Just as their lips brushed he moved his hips, burying himself inside her. Quietly crying out, she gripped the railing, no longer afraid they would tip over. Every so often he would slow down to make the moment last. As always, too soon they could feel the pressure grow to be too much. The instant he felt her walls tightening to suck him dry he spun her around to face him. In her daze, she didn't realize she was now sitting on the edge of the sink. All that mattered was that he came. That was all she wanted. He had moved them so fast she doubted he had even pulled out. Wrapping her legs around his waist she pulled him closer. The look on his face was priceless, she understood why he always wanted them facing when they came. Fire licked her skin when he randomly found her g-spot. Arching her back, her breasts brushed against his chest. Although he hit it with one thrust, the next he missed her most sensitive spot, but the next he hit it again.
"Right there boo, yes, right there." She whispered in his ear and he groaned.
Thrust after thrust he drove her closer to the edge. Little did she know she was doing the exact same thing to him. Her walls pulsed around him. She was so tight and warm and wet. It didn't matter that she was right next to his ear when she started to moan as she was pushed over the edge. Biting down lightly on his shoulder she tried to quiet her scream. It came out muffled but still high pitched. Her body went limp against his but he kept thrusting, not quite ready to let her go yet. Another wave of pleasure crashed over her head as she came again harder than before. One orgasm from her he could handle, but two was just too much. A shout threatened to give them away as he came. He pulled out grabbing her face he kissed her to quiet himself. His seed hit her stomach while his cock went limp, satisfied and spent.
Pulling her close, he leaned his forehead against hers, kissing her face every so often. Their breathing was heavy as they whispered how much they loved each other into the night. They weren't sure how long they stayed like that, but he was the first to recover. It started as a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. But before long he remembered why they were under a slight time crunch.
"Baby, I don't want to 'be a party pooper, but we have to head back to camp." He kissed her forehead and helped her down off the sink.
"You're not a party pooper Boo," She kissed his chest, "I love partying with you." She winked, pointing to her stomach.
Smirking, he ran his hand over his now soft skin. She had washed his seed off a few minutes ago and now her skin was baby smooth, "You know it's kind of gross knowing my jizz was just there, but I love touching you."
She took a playful step back, "I love you touching me too." She grabbed onto his hand and pulled him towards the trail back to the tents, "But we got to just hold hands for now, I kind of promised my Dad no hanky-panky this camping trip." She blushed, leaning on his arm as they fallowed his large flashlight.
Yup! Another one shot! Lol I've been feeling a little shexual frustration, can you tell? Lol JK! Anyway, I started this forever and a half ago and JUST NOW finished it (story of..me writing storys? Lol) Aaaanwaaayyss lol no real plot and yes, it is the same characters as the last one lol THANK YOU FOR READING!