On a dare on the river bank, she had lit the fire hours
ago, and sat there wondering what in the hell she was thinking to stay
there all night. The dare was in fun, and food was left ( “good!”)
and even some snacks for late night while in her tent. Max had set up
the tent for her, making sure it would withstand the storm coming, he
checked it over three or four times till she told him to “Git!” and he
did. He always did as he was told.
She felt like a cave woman, now, alone, a fire, and occasional
coyotes howling in the distance. She looked at the fire, and thought,
“You ARE a cave woman, babe!” and giggled at the thought. She always
thought of herself as a softie… easy going, quick to laugh, sometimes
too quick to fall for a guy. Max, was, obviously interested, but he was
so shy. But he still stood quite tall, and once she remembered seeing
him get a hard on. Just glanced, then, until she knew no one could see
her looking. And she watched how it strained against his pants…started
to say something, and he caught her, and blurted out an apology and made
an excuse to leave. Thinking about it, now, all these months later, she
suddenly felt warm between her thighs. Babe smiled. It was a pleasant
As she watched the gray clouds crawling across the sky, her hand had
found her zipper, and was scratching up and down on it with her neatly
trimmed nails. Into a trance, almost, scratching and enjoying the
vibration it made inside. A sudden flash of a thought..”Get naked!” she
thought. After all, the camera was there, Babe could get a nice shot
(using the timer to fool everyone with) and not reveal who it was, but,
knowing that her beautiful curves would light up many faces of fans
asking for nude shots. But then, she thought about some of the rude dogs
who had written, their idea of what was “fun” not always what she
thought would be fun.
“No camera, tonight, ” she said out loud to herself. But her hand
still scratched her zipper… and before long, she had slipped out of her
clothes and was sitting there naked and goose bumpily clutching her
knees with her arms, pressing her breasts against her. Slipping closer to the fire, the warm light
fascinated her, the way it danced, sparked, and snapped in the night.
Soon she was sitting more open, her legs out in front and her arms
behind her as she propped herself close enough to feel the fire, but not
too close as to burn. And then her mind reached out and snatched that
memory, again. It wasn’t a huge boner Max had..it seemed about normal.
But his height being tall gave her reason to think it was… ample. She felt her nipples as they reacted to the cool of the evening air, and
Babe leaned forward, bringing a hand to her warm, hot pussy.
As soon as she felt herself, she knew what was going to happen. The
memory, the fire, the storm, and being alone on a river bank in the
middle of nowhere, it seemed, had brought out an animal from within
Cool and gazing at the fire light, although completely her
imagination. The scent rose slowly…her hand began grazing her now
damp pot from left to right and back, flipping her clitoris as it
passed, each time becoming more heated. She stood up… and the right hand
slowly followed her line from her clit to her ass, and back as her left hand swirled around her now perky nipples...they stood up so proud, pointy, needy.
A quiet moan, then both hands, each at positions she was most familiar
with, but somehow it all seemed different. Eyes wide open, right hand
beginning to slide in and the left hand staying focused on her clit…damp
became wet, her scent filled her nostrils, she brought her hand up to
her breast, and pulled a nipple just a bit. "oh god that feels good she thought, and then… reached up and tasted her fingers, slowly touching a single finger with her tongue, then drawing in the flavor and taste into her hot, open mouth...
Babe tucked her butt out and then thrust against her hand as it
returned, only now she openly slipped in two fingers, touched that
special spot…then started drumming on the once soft spot now getting harder as she continued.
and then brought up her hand to taste again. As she sniffed her fingers she realized it wasn’t the taste, but
rather the scent that drove her along, now. Her body seemingly took
some mystic clue from some distant thought, and what began as soft and
inquisitive was becoming more dramatic, more energetic. Rhythm came easy
for her… She saw the sky, the fire, the shadows from the fire, her
memories of Max, and some boyfriend whose name she had forgotten but,
wow, did HE ever have a dick. Too big?
“HA!” she laughed.
The sky and fire became one, her hands were in control now…one
rolling around her butt cheeks, she kept teasing herself by touching her
ass, thrusting her now hot wet pussy forward, then reaching up and pinching her right nipple, then the left and…
“OHHH OHHH OHHH OHHHHHHH!” “AHHH OOOHHHH AAAHHHH OOHHHH AHHHH OHHHHHHHH “
The strength of it shook her, she felt … some man, in her mind … Sliding in and
out, Hips thrusting against her palm, head pulled back, biting her lower lip, wetting the ground in rhythm to her moans…
“AHHH! AHHH! OHHH! OHHH! AHHH! AHHH! OHHH! OHHHHH! AAAAHHH! AAAAHHH! OOOHHHH! OOOHHHH!“
She was dancing with excitement, half laughing and half screaming,
eyes clamped shut then wider open then clamped shut, then wide open… She wondered if this was going to last forever, when a great gush suddenly squirted down her legs and thighs, a howling laughing "YES" from her lips
The Babe’s breathing slowly pulled back to long healthy gulps of air,
and the smile on her face she was sure it was there permanently, now. (of course, she knew better)
But it felt so good… It was some time
later when she finally unclasped her trembling pussy lips, finding a
towel in her back pack to wipe with, and the first rain drops fell.
Max had left a metal trash can with holes cut out on the sides, and she
put it over the fire which kept it dry, and then she slipped into her
one piece undies (special bought for this very night) and admired the
Slipping into the tent, setting the alarm for four hours when she
would throw on more logs on the fire… and a smile came over her lips as
she thought about that…and the tent zipped shut.
If you were a coyote that wandered by that night, then you probably
sat wondering why the tent rocked some over the night. Probably wondered
what the moaning was about. But then you would have grabbed one of the
many snack bags left there in the night air, and slipped away into the