Camping adventures
written by:
Little Pup

Timberline Group Camp Sites... it was a beautiful place. Fresh mountain air, great terrain, lots of trails. He had been hesitant to go up, but the guys insisted and they had been planning their ATV trip for a while now. The three guys got up to the camp site around 11:00am, and set up their tents and things before hopping on their ATVs to go explore.

When they returned from venturing up through the ponderosa pine and juniper forests, in search of their fishing spots, they saw another campsite down below them was beginning to be filled. A few tents were going up here and there, but the group below seemed to be pretty quiet. It was of no consequence though; the camp sites were far enough apart that it wouldn't matter, even if they did get rambunctious.

He and the other two guys got their fire started and cooked up some brats. Nothing tasted better than meat cooked over an open flame, well almost nothing. He laughed at his own mischievous thoughts, and chased his brat with a beer and then another. It was doing him good being up there in the crisp mountain air, he had been working himself far too hard. A weekend to unwind and relax was just what he needed.

Night came, and the fire roared. The group below seemed to be having a decent time, as there was the echo of laughter occasionally making its way up to his site. He was lost in the flame, trying to figure out how his life had gotten off track. He wasn't happy, and had been working too many long hours in order to fill his time and avoid the inevitable loneliness that came when he went home. When the other two guys said they were going to ‘hit the hay' so they could get an early start in the morning, he said he'd tend to the fire until it was just a bed of coals. Again he became mesmerized by the flickering of the coals, watching the embers as they flew up into the night's sky.

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As the sun began to light up the sky, he awoke. He was a little cold and stiff from sleeping in a camp chair. He decided a walk might do some good to loosen up his muscles, and so he set off down one of the many trails. There were birds chirping in the coming light, and a big raven flew overhead. He tried to remember what a raven symbolized, but could come up with nothing. He kept walking, admiring the beauty that surrounded him.

He followed the path around through the trees, and up over a hill. On the other side was a beautiful valley that had a spectacular view of the mountains. Down in the valley was a small creek, and a few groves of aspen trees. It was an amazing site, showcasing the serenity of the Rockies. He was ready to head onwards and upwards along his path when he spotted movement by one of the aspen groves. He froze in place, and tried to determine what kind of animal it was down there. It was possible to run into bears and mountain lions up here, and he was searching through frantic thoughts trying to remember what he was supposed to do when he found out what animal it was.

It seemed to take an eternity before the creature moved again. It was on the far side of the grove, slowly making its way closer. He was scared, but also wanted to know what it was so he could warn his friends and the other campers. They'd certainly have to lock up their food. He kept watching, waiting, feeling the anticipation. Finally he could see black, and was sure it wasn't just shadows. It couldn't be a mountain lion then, it must be a bear. Suddenly it clicked in his head to back away slowly, while keeping the bear in his sight. They were fast animals and it could no doubt catch him if he tried to run. If he got far enough away, he'd be able to go unnoticed and warn people.

He was backing up, trying hard not to stumble on rocks and trees, trying not to make any noise at all. He kept watching the aspen grove, and the black shape within. He tripped on a small log and fell on his ass. Quietly cursing at himself, he stood and looked again to the figure in the trees, hoping he'd managed to go undetected.

The shadow figure finally emerged from the trees, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Out of the aspen grove came a stunning sight, a woman clad in a flowing black dress with bell sleeves and a burgundy corset holding it all together. Her long brownish hair blew gently in the wind, as she meandered along in the valley. She knelt down and picked a few white flowers before placing them in her hair. She was a walking vision of the renaissance era, and for an instant he wondered if he was dreaming.

She was making her way up the hillside, heading back towards him. She held a brightly colored blue piece of fabric and kept stopping on her way up the hill to put things inside of it. He crouched down amid the growth and watched her. As she grew closer, she became even more of a marvel to him. Her corset had fine detailing on it, though he wasn't sure from his distance what the detail was. He didn't pay too much attention to it though; his eyes were fixed on her form. Her breasts were pushed high on her chest, her hips swayed as she walked, and her footsteps were light. When she'd bend down to pick up twigs, her cleavage was amazing!

She kept gathering twigs into her blue fabric, and moved on past him. The bottom of her flowing skirt wasn't even; it looked like it was tattered, almost on purpose. Her legs shown through depending on how she stepped and if the wind blew just right and they were muscular. He felt himself growing excited staring at the maiden, and he hoped if he was dreaming he wouldn't wake up anytime soon. He was sure he was either dreaming or he was in the twilight zone, but where ever he was, he was enjoying it. He followed her, a ways behind, to see where she was going and what she'd do with the twigs. He almost followed her right up into her campsite.

She took the twigs, and placed them on the bed of still warm coals she had in her fire pit. Once the twigs lit, she started building a fire. Her movements were fluid, and the skill in which she built up the fire showed much experience. She flipped over the grilling grate, and placed a container on top. Soon the smell of coffee filled the morning air, and she poured herself a cup before digging in a cooler to get out some meat. She grilled up some small steaks, and put on a pot of water. In no time at all, people started to emerge from their tents; thanking her. Before long, there was a swarm around the campfire as people began to partake in the breakfast she had been making; steak, oatmeal, coffee, fruit- there was something for everyone.

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He made his way back up the trail to his own campsite, to go on with his fishing plans. It was hard to get the vision of the woman out of his head. Sure she was a camper, and she was gorgeous, but why was she clad in those clothes and why was she cooking for all of those people? There had to have been 20 people there, eating the food she had cooked, and she was the only one dressed like that. He hopped on his ATV and made the trip to the fishing spot he had discovered the day before. Each of the guys had their own spots to fish, and were planning on meeting up at meal times to compare their fish tales.

He was glad that the guys were off somewhere else. He baited his hook and set the line in the river, with any luck he'd get some brook trout; they were tasty! As he sat on the ground, his mind raced back to thoughts of the woman. Her hair, her figure, her legs, her cleavage... all the places he'd like to explore if ever given the chance. His thoughts carried on, thinking of all of the places he'd kiss, fondle and nibble as his hand slowly stroked his hardening cock. He realized what he was doing, and took his member out of his pants. He was thinking about her and how good she'd feel, when his load erupted out onto the earth some distance in front of him.

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I had almost not gone up with the group, but there was the promise of fun to be had, and nature always soothed my soul. We'd arrived just before dusk, and started setting up tents and things. There was going to be 27 of us in total, and most were drawn up for the combat scenarios that had been planned. It was going to be a busy weekend for the Renaissance Group, but the camping trips always seemed to bring people together.

Our first night was spent making smores over the campfire, and telling stories. As the night wore on, people slowly started making their way towards their tents and sleep. I stayed by the fire watching the flames dance, and enjoying the warmth it put off. Time slowly passed, and the fire died down until it was just a bed of coals, but I wasn't ready for sleep yet. I wrapped myself in my cloak and sat on the ground, watching the glowing embers, listening to the sounds of nature around me. I heard snores and rustles of people in their tents, the hoots of owls, and off in the distance a howl. Eventually sleep overcame me.

I was roused by the uncomfortable feeling of being chilled to the bone. Sleeping out in the open, in the mountains definitely got cold. Daybreak wasn't too far off, as the sky was just beginning to lighten. I needed to warm up, so I changed into my renaissance garb and set out to find some twigs to kindle the fire. I wanted a nice, steaming hot cup of coffee to warm me from the inside out, but I needed supplies first. I went down into the valley not far from camp, and gathered twigs into my sarong. As I started to make my way back, I could almost feel eyes upon me, but it wasn't unsettling. I got back, stoked the fire, and made myself some coffee. Figuring that people would be waking soon, and they'd probably be as cold as I had been, I grilled up some steaks and got some hot water going for oatmeal.

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Once they had all gotten their fill of food, they went to change into their garb so they could get the day underway. There were fun scenarios planned to test their skills in combat, filled with them running to and fro in an attempt to kill one another. I'm sure it looked like chaos to onlookers, but there was some small degree of organization to it. Armies were picked, weapons assigned and off they went. I watched for a while, taking pictures to document the weekend, but then I became restless. I let one of the ladies know I was going for a walk, and off I went in the opposite direction. I stopped by camp to grab more film, and put it in the front of my corset as it was the only pocket I had.

I followed a few trails, taking pictures of the different flowers and of the marvels nature made. It was absolutely beautiful up there, and I wanted to be able to take it home with me somehow. I sat down on a little patch of grass amongst the trees, and watched the birds. Blue jays, cardinals, even humming birds, all flying around enjoying the home they loved. The sun was high in the sky, and I thought it was about time to head back. I took a different way back and accidentally ended up near the wrong campsite.

There were 3 ATVs parked nearby, with fishing poles on the backs of them. I could smell fish cooking, and assumed they had enjoyed a successful morning. I tried not to disturb them, and walked around the outskirts of the campsite. As I made my way around, I got closer to the group of guys. Their voices were low and carried well, and while it wasn't my intention to eavesdrop, it was almost impossible not to hear what they were saying.

One of them was carrying on talking about how he almost lost his fishing pole because he wasn't paying attention and a fish bit and tried to swim away. Another was going on about how he'd had no luck with the fishing, and he was going to have to find a new spot. The third was quiet, until the others started probing him for information. They wanted to know where he'd been, and why he had such a grin on his face. I couldn't see his face from where I was, but his friends seemed adamant about him spilling the beans.

He began by telling them about a beautiful woman he mistook for a bear, and as he described her, I realized it was me. Hearing his descriptions of me, of what he thought of my body brought a smile to my face. It had been far too long since I had heard any flattering words, and though they were from a stranger, they did my soul some good. It wasn't until he told them he had thought about sneaking into my tent to explore my body, that my cheeks turned red and I felt myself grow excited at the thought- though a little apprehensive as well.

I made it back to camp in time to grab a little bit of food with the gang. It was a simple lunch, which worked for me, as my mind wasn't on food but on the idea of a man sneaking into my tent to please me. I tried to push the thought out of my head, but my body refused to let the concept die. I ate, and then checked in with everyone to see where we were at with the scenarios. I wasn't big on sword fighting, but I was looking forward to the archery that was to come later on. As we were talking and planning out the rest of the day, the ATVs came down the trail by our camp and stopped. My heart raced, and I heard the words of the male camper echoing in my head.

The 3 hopped off of the ATVs and made their way over to our fire pit. They were friendly enough, and seemed interested in why a group so large would be dressed in corsets, kilts and the like. Someone began explaining that we were a renaissance recreation group, and we were up there for fun. They talked about our forms of combat, and the other things we offered. Since our guests were being informed and entertained by the majority of the group, I began putting away the food and clearing the trash. My mind was still racing with the thoughts the one man had shared, and I was startled when an unfamiliar voice asked if it could help me.

I turned and saw for the first time the features of the man who said he wanted to sneak into my tent. He was tall, with my head coming up to his shoulder. He had dark eyes that were deep with mystery. He looked clean cut, yet rugged, and he was the kind of guy that would've drawn a glance or two from me under different circumstances. He helped me to get lunch put away, and I was pleased with the ease in which we worked together. Conversation was minimal as we both tried to avoid speaking of what we knew, and thought we knew, of each other.

His buddies were ready to go back to fishing, and called out to see if he was going to join them. He called back that he'd be there in a minute, and looked back at me with a smile. "Looks like I've got to run. Before I go, I must say it was nice meeting a lovely woman such as yourself." He extended his hand, and I took it to shake. "My name is Terry by the way..." and with that, he raised my hand to his lips and gently kissed it, all the while maintaining eye contact. "It was likewise nice to meet a gentleman so willing to help. Looks like you'd better be off though." I said looking at his buddies who seemed to be growing impatient. He still had my hand in his, and brought it to his lips once more before saying "You're right that I should be going, but there's a part of me that really would like to stay and get to know you better. With any luck, I'll see more of you before the weekend is over." He winked, and off he went to join his buddies.

I watched as he drove off with his friends. I looked around my camp and saw that no one had paid one iota of attention to what had just transpired. I smiled to myself, thinking that some of the guys in my group could stand to learn a few of Terry's charms. I was turned on, and there wasn't anything I could do about it right at that moment. Under different circumstances a kiss on the back of the hand could seem smarmy, but when he did it I wasn't put off by it. I crossed the camp, and asked when the next combat scenario would be underway. The idea was explained, people grabbed their gear and off they went. I informed them that I'd probably be down in a bit, but I wanted to check out a different trail first.

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I gathered my camera, and off I went. I really didn't have any intentions of taking more pictures, unless I saw something that was awe-inspiring. It was merely an excuse to get away from the group and on my own. My head was swimming, trying to decide if there was any hidden meaning behind his comment of "with any luck, he'd see more of me before the weekend was over." Did that mean he'd really try to sneak into my tent? Did I want him to sneak into my tent? Oh, it had been so long since I felt myself get parted open by a hard cock... I felt myself grow even more moist at the thought.

I sat upon a downed tree trunk, and parted my legs. I easily maneuvered my thong to the side, and slid a finger along my slit. I quickly rubbed my clit, feeling my anxiousness for release increase. The fingers on my other hand made their way inside of my soaked pussy, and it took only a matter of minutes before I was overcome with a feeling of radiating pleasure. It wasn't quite the release I craved, but it was enough to take the edge off of my yearning. It was then that I decided if that Terry fellow came back around again, I'd find a way to tell him which tent was mine.

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The 3 guys followed one another up the trail back towards their camp, they'd usually part ways and go about their afternoon of fishing, but the guys wouldn't let Terry go that easily. They wanted to know what he said, how his words were received and most importantly, what his next move was. He just smiled and said he thought it went well enough, but that he'd be contemplating his course of action while fishing. With that, he drove off up the trail back to his fishing spot.

As he unloaded his bait and pole, it was hard for him not to smile. She hadn't rebuked him for helping her clean up, in fact, she seemed to welcome it. Again, her movements were fluid and purposeful and he found it alluring. When he had spoken to her, she had been kind in turn; and when she spoke, her eyes sparkled. It seemed there was an underlying passion in those eyes, if only he could look into them longer.

Fishing provides time for the mind to wander, the body to relax. He used the time to try to orchestrate his next encounter. He couldn't see himself walking down to the camp, up to her and telling her how he longed to climb into her tent in the middle of the night. She had been receptive to his comments, and hadn't smacked him or pulled away her hand when he kissed it; perhaps she was a romantic at heart? Yes, that seemed to be quite fitting... a romantic.

He began to take stock in what he knew of her. She was gorgeous, and giving. She seemed to have an attitude of servitude, helping those in her group without even being asked. Aside from that, she seemed to like walking in nature as he'd witnessed earlier that morning. She apparently was drawn to medieval times as she was up there camping with a renaissance group. If she was into that, she'd probably like the idea of a knight in shining armor, or at the very least some form of courting and wooing. He knew his time and methods were limited, but he had to figure out something. He wasn't sure how he could court her, especially from a distance, and do it without being creepy.

He supposed he'd just have to wait for a moment to present itself. Maybe again in the morning he'd rise to see her gathering twigs and could offer assistance there. Maybe the group she was with would find they were missing something and she'd come up to see if he had it. If nothing else, he might have to venture down towards their site and see if he could watch and observe some kind of opening. He didn't want to waste an opportunity to spend time, even a moment, with his newly found interest. Pulling in his line, and taking with him the two fish he'd caught that afternoon, he headed back to his camp. The other two guys had beaten him back, and already had some burgers grilling over the fire. Terry added his fish to the cooler that they'd take home and divvy up, and grabbed a beer out of another. His buddies asked if he'd come up with some grand plan to seduce ‘his maiden', and sadly he had to say no. He sat down in his chair, and sighed.

"What if I told you we had a way you could possibly run into her tonight?"

"What? How? Wait... you didn't tell her anything did you?"

"Relax man, we didn't really say anything. We were coming up through the valley when one of the women flagged us down. She came over and asked if we would maybe help her out tonight. Apparently she's in charge of the fun for the weekend, and they were going to be playing some version of ghost in the graveyard tonight. She had a few people lined up to be ghosts, but they aren't able to make it up. I asked what she'd need us to do, and she said we'd have to hide then reach out and touch people as they came past in search of us. It sounds like a sort of backwards version of tag, but figured you'd jump at the chance to reach out and touch a certain someone!" His friend chuckled on the last part.

Terry felt the familiar rush, and throbbing as his cock began to come alive once again in his pants. The thought of reaching out and touching her, any part of her, was enough to make him hard. He smiled at his good fortune and asked what time they were supposed to go hide.

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As darkness fell, Terry and his two friends went down to hide in the trees leading to the valley. He slowed as he passed their camp, gazing upon her. She looked just as beautiful as he remembered, maybe even more so with the glow of the fire kissing her exposed flesh much like he hoped to be doing sometime soon. She was still wearing her black dress and burgundy corset, and she was the only woman still in a corset. That would make it easier for him to make sure he got the right woman, though he was sure he'd be able to tell her from the others in the dark regardless.

The three men hid, and a few of their group also came out to hide. All told there were 5 ghosts, and their goal was to turn the masses to ghosts as well. Terry was only concerned with one in particular; the others could deal with the masses.

The call came out for the populace to search out the spirits, and thus the game began. People moved from the light of the fire out into the darkness in a swarm. Terry stayed put by his hiding place, hoping against all logic that his maiden would come sneaking past him. A few people made their way past, but he didn't move. He was waiting for just one person, a beautiful person, to come by so he could caress her arm.

He almost didn't hear her coming, had her skirts not caught on a bit of undergrowth he might have missed her all together. He'd noticed that morning that she walked softly, but she was damn near silent now. It was the slight rustle that drew his attention, and he looked over to see her frozen in motion. Gently she moved a lock of hair behind her ear, as she looked around her surroundings. Slowly she moved forward, taking great care in her every movement. As she drew closer to him, he found himself holding his breath.

Before long she was standing just a few feet in front of him. He stood as slowly as possible, hoping and praying for a small fraction of the grace she seemed to have. Once he was fully upright, he reached out his hand and oh-so-gently touched her exposed shoulder. "You're now a ghost, my beautiful lady." He startled her, so much so that she jumped and when she landed one foot was on a rock, which made her lose her footing. Instinctively, he reached his arms out and caught her, pulling her against himself to steady her. She felt good in his arms, and when their eyes met in the darkness, he didn't want to let her go.

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I had made it back down to the crew just in time for the archery tournament. We had set up a few different targets to shoot at, and each person was given a quiver of a dozen arrows. It had been a while since I had last shot a bow, but I did a decent job. The targets were amusing, shooting tweety and ET, as well as a deer and gopher. I wasn't sure how I placed in the tournament, but placing didn't matter to me. There was something relaxing about shooting a bow, and that was the sole reason why I had signed up.

When archery was over, everyone made their dinners and chatted about the day's events. It seemed everyone was having a blast, and that many stories were to be weaved from this weekend adventure. Once the meal was over and a blanket of darkness began to fall over us, we were let in on the next little scenario. The whole idea behind our trip was that we were on hallowed ground, and we might encounter spirits. We were to go out into the valley and find such spirits to see if we could appease them. If we were touched by a ghost, we became one as well.

Most of the fellow rennies were wearing glow sticks as they ventured out into the night, but not I. I wanted to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, and be on my toes. I wasn't a fan of being scared out of my wits, but it was a part of the game, and I used to play it as a child. I had learned then that if you could keep tabs on the ghosts it was easier to stay alive. Stalking through the trees, my skirt caught and made a slight noise. I froze, waiting to see if someone, anyone, was going to pounce on me. No one did, and so I kept moving... slowly. I moved a few feet forward and stopped to survey the land. As I was looking out into the valley, a gentle touch caressed my shoulder scaring the shit out of me. The words "You're now a ghost, my beautiful lady", did little to ease my nerves as I jumped instinctively into the air. My landing was all but graceful, but luckily my ghostly attacker caught me.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he caught me, pulling me against him. His grasp was strong but tender, and as I looked to see who it was, I was again surprised to see Terry. Our eyes met and I felt myself grow excited again. My breathing had increased out of fear, but as he held me in his arms, the fear gave way to arousal. The corset held my breasts high on my chest, and they made an almost lewd display as my breasts strained against their confines in an attempt to allow my chest to rise and fall. "You are beautiful" he whispered.

"Thank you." I said, lowering my gaze slightly. I looked back up, "I need to tell you something, and I hope you won't think less of me after I do." I was enjoying the feel of his arms still wrapped around me, in a warm embrace. "Earlier today, I was walking and I..."

There was a loud cry, "OK everyone! Let's all make our way back. If you had fun, we can run it again. Let's make sure we don't have anyone out in the valley, we've got to keep track of everyone!" The forest was alive again with a swarm of people heading back in towards the fire, but I didn't want to go.

"Hurry back, I'll be right here, anxiously waiting to hear what it is you have to tell me. Fear not, for I doubt there is much you could do to make me think of you as anything less than amazing." Terry whispered before letting me go.

We all gathered around the fire again, and the vote was unanimous to run the game again. Everyone was present and accounted for, and so we gave the ghosts a while to get set in their new hiding places. Once a predetermined amount of time was set, we were all sent back out into the darkened wilderness in search of ‘spirits'.

I went straight to where Terry said he'd be waiting. I had told myself I would tell him what tent I was in, and after having his arms around me, I was sure it was the right thing to do. When I got to where we had been previously, he wasn't where I had left him. I stopped for a minute trying to gain my bearings, seeing if I had made a wrong turn somewhere. A second look around proved I was in the right place, but where was he? From behind me, right by my ear, came a whisper "You came back, my lady!" I felt Terry's hands on my waist, and then they slid around to hug me from behind. "What did you have to tell me?"

My hands found their way on top of his, holding him to me as I started. "Earlier today, I was walking and I got a little turned around. I ended up by your campsite as you were talking to your friends about seeing me this morning." He squeezed me a little tighter, "You were a sight to behold." I smiled, "I also kind of happened to overhear something about you wanting to sneak into my tent... but I could've misheard, I was a ways away..." I could feel him take a breath, and thought for a moment that I had ruined everything.

"What would you say if I told you that you had heard me correctly?" He asked, as he followed it up with a gentle kiss on my exposed shoulder. I bit my lower lip, and pulled his arms tighter around me as I whispered, "I'd say you better make sure you get the right one." I thought I heard a small chuckle from him, ‘And how will I know which is the right one? I'd hate to crawl into a tent with a big scary guy, instead of someone as sensual and sexy as you." Again he kissed my shoulder, this time lingering just a bit more, allowing me to feel the heat of his breath on my skin. I leaned back against him, enjoying the attention he was giving me thus far "I'm in the red and tan tent just south of the fire. It only has a front door, so you'll have to be sneaky, but when I venture off to bed, I'll leave the mesh screen unzipped."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he whispered, as he lowered his hands to my hips and gently pulled me tighter against him. I could feel the hardness of his manhood pushing against my ass, and I pushed back, nodding my head. "If you let me in, that means I get to have my way with you. I get to kiss, lick, suck, nibble and explore all of the delights you have to offer." He paused to move my hair away from my neck, "You, my dear, are a sensual creature." He kissed my neck. "I want to feel your touch, hear your moans in my ears and feel your body respond to my own. Is that something you'd want too?"

My pussy was on fire! Where did this man and his slick words come from? He had just the right words, just the right touch, and good god did his cock feel good nestled against my ass! I turned to face him with lust filled eyes. I moved so that one of his legs was between mine own, and got as close to him as I could. "I'll let you in, so long as you promise that you and this hard cock of yours will please me, and allow me to return the favor." I squeezed his cock in my hand when I mentioned it, and a moan escaped his lips. His hands cradled my ass, and pulled me tighter against him still. "You will not be left wanting, save for maybe a repeat, of that I can be sure..." and with that, he drew me into a passionate kiss.

His lips were soft, his tongue eager and probing. Instinctively, I found myself slowly grinding against him. He still had one hand on my ass, and it was slowly raising my skirts as he squeezed my center closer to him. His other was entwined in my hair, adding to the intensity of our kiss. Finally his fingers found bare flesh on my ass, and his fingers began to knead the muscle. I raised my leg and wrapped it around him, providing more friction between his hard cock and my smoldering pussy. His fingers snaked around and rubbed my pussy through my panties.

The cry came out again that all were to return to the fire, so we could get a head count and see if we wanted to run the game one last time. If I had thought I didn't want to return last time, this one was even worse. Our lips parted with a smile, and he whispered "I think I might like this game..." Before we untangled our bodies, he slid a finger just inside my thong, feeling the wetness and warmth that my nether regions were exuding. His finger emerged slick and glistened in the pale moonlight. He smiled as he brought it to his lips and sucked off my juices. "That'll hold me over until later, when I can devour you properly!" And with that we headed back to the fire.

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It seemed to take forever for people to grow tired. We all sat around, talking of the fun we'd had during the day; even Terry and his friends joined us for most of the night. They inquired more about our group and how it came to be, and we were more than happy to field their questions. Finally realizing that the conversation could go on well into the night, I started to try to usher people off to bed. I did so in a kind, caring way, reminding my group that there was a lot more fun planned for tomorrow and that they should probably get some sleep so they were well rested.

Terry and his friends took the hint, and said their goodbyes. They thanked us for a fun evening, and asked if they could come and hang out with us in between their fishing times. Of course they were welcomed, and they were informed they could come on down any time they wanted. Terry winked at me, and off the 3 went. It seemed safe to assume he'd be getting his friends off to bed while I did the same so we could enjoy our planned rendezvous soon.

Most of my friends heeded my warning, knowing that it would be no fun to watch everyone else playing out scenarios, and so like a herd of sheep they flocked off to bed. I had a few stragglers, ones that wanted to burn the midnight oil, and I was usually one of them. This night however, I was not to keen on the idea, as I had other plans. Eventually I had them convinced that sleep was in their best interest, but it was almost 12:30a and I was beginning to think that perhaps Terry and I had missed our chance for that night.

I waited around my fire pit for a little while, hoping to see some sign of Terry but none came. I resigned myself to the notion that we'd missed our chance, but I had enjoyed the fun we had shared during ghost in the graveyard. That was more fun than I had experienced in a long time. As the coals died down, the coolness of the night began to set in, and I opted for the warmth of my blankets in my tent. The eternally optimistic and hopeful side of me left the mesh screen to my tent unzipped, but I didn't think at that point it would matter. Sleep enveloped me soon after the warmth did, and my dreams were sweet.

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He and the guys left towards our campsite when the talk of sleep began. Once they got to their site, they wouldn't leave poor Terry alone. They wanted to know if he had been able to talk to ‘his maiden', if he was able to reach out and touch her. Terry just laughed and told them they were working it up into something greater than it was. He lied and told them he hadn't seen her, as he didn't want the ensuing questions he knew he was bound to get.

He hinted that they should go to sleep so they could get an early start in the morning, but the subtlety was lost on them. They opted to warm themselves with the sweet and tasty alcoholic beverages they'd brought up with them. He knew he was screwed, and not in the way he had hoped for. The guys could drink forever if they wanted to. He toyed with the idea of telling them his plans, but then he'd have to answer all kinds of questions later and if he made it down there, he wasn't going to share those details with anyone.

Finally, he suggested a drinking game. They all got their drinks of choice, and he opted for water in a cup, pretending it was something alcoholic. They drank fast, and often, and within about an hour and a half or so, his buddies were staggering on their way to their tents. He smiled to himself, and looked at his watch, 1:30am. They had headed up the hill around 11, was it too late now?

Thinking back, they had never set a time when he'd come sneaking down; he only said he would. He double checked that his friends were down for the count, and then slowly made his way down the hill towards the other campsite. There was a small glow coming from the hot coals left in the fire pit, but no one was tending to it.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he made his way across the camp and to the tent of ‘his maiden'. He took a deep breath, and carefully began to unzip the door. He climbed in as silently as possible, and once inside, he zipped the door closed again. He turned to face the sleeping form within, and smiled to himself. He crawled gingerly across the floor of her tent, trying not to make any noise, and he looked at her. He reached out, and tenderly tucked her hair behind her ear. "Hello my beautiful lady" he whispered as he leaned over and once again kissed her shoulder.

"Mmmmm" she moaned, and rolled over, slowly opening her eyes "Terry..." her voice carried a smile in it. She kicked off her blanket and stretched, pressing her breasts against the confines of her corset. They looked marvelous, strained against the fabric like they were. Suddenly it clicked in his head that she was wearing a corset still, "Aren't those things uncomfortable?" I laughed, "You get used to it, and most times they're more comfortable than they seem; but they aren't so great to sleep in. I would've had someone help me out of it, but they all went to sleep."

"Here," he whispered, "Let me help you. Just tell me what I have to do." I explained to him that it was tied in the back, and how to loosen it up for me. I only needed it loosened enough that I could undo the clasps in the front. He got the back undone and watched, fascinated, as I expertly removed the corset. My breasts jumped out, nipples erect from the cool air and sudden freedom. I took a deep breath, the first in many hours, and stretched again smiling. All I was left in was my black flowing dress, which hung off my shoulders and was held in place with elastic. "Absolutely beautiful" he whispered as he pulled me close to him, feeling for the first time my chest against his.

One of his hands guided my face and lips towards his, and eagerly we resumed where we had left off some hours earlier. His other hand moved from around my back to my front, gently caressing my sensitive breast through my dress. I shuddered as his thumb rubbed against the protrusion my nipple was making.

As we kissed and enjoyed the feel of being close to one another again, he slowly laid me back down. He kissed his way from my lips, to my neck, then down across the exposed flesh of my chest. The hand that had been fondling my breast came up to bring down my dress. It came off easily, and soon my breasts were exposed to the cool night air. His lips quickly followed the fabric down and his lips enveloped first one nipple, then the other; sucking and nibbling a bit before continuing downwards. He teased my tummy with his feather light kisses, as his hands squeezed my thighs. His fingers found the lacy waistband of my thong, and slowly lowered them.

He teased, skipping over his destination. Next his lips touched me; they were upon my thighs, working onwards and upwards to my juicy center. By the time he was close, I had spread my legs to give him the access he would need. When his tongue finally came in contact with me, it was magical. Long, slow, deep licks; followed by him nipping and sucking on my clit. I was writhing and wiggling beneath his ministrations, and with the buildup of excitement it didn't take long for me to release myself to the pleasure he was giving. I moaned and began thrusting my pussy towards him, urging him on in bringing me to what I hoped was the peak of many orgasms.

Once I settled down a bit, Terry made his way back up my body in the same manner in which he had descended; kissing, nibbling and licking. When he was within reach, I kissed him, long and hard. I could taste myself on his lips, and I grew even more excited.

In no time at all, I had him stripped down. I began to gently fondle his cock, which was bigger than I initially thought through the quick grope of his pants. By my estimate, he was bigger than normal, and I couldn't wait to see how he'd feel. My mouth began to water just looking at him, and I had to taste him. I kissed his tip, then down one side, and up the other. He twitched and moved slightly as my lips came in contact with him, and that drove me on. Once back up at his head, I licked around the circumference, before taking the head into my mouth. Slowly I worked him in and out of my mouth, enjoying the feel of his manhood on my lips. I'd feel him growing more and more excited, and I'd back off, licking his shaft and kissing his balls, before taking him back into my mouth again. I was spurred on by his moans of appreciation, and finally the oral bliss was interrupted by him gently pulling me up. "You're fantastic at that, but there's more I'd like to do with you tonight."

With that, he laid me back down, and crouched between my open legs. He leaned over, kissing my nipples once again. Occasionally, his cock would touch my pussy, and I was wiggling beneath him to make the contact more prominent. He seemed to like teasing me, and would let his manhood get close enough to touch and rub, but not enter. He kept kissing and nipping at my chest, working his way back up towards my neck. What he was doing was a delicious torment, but I craved satisfaction!

I reached down, determined to feel his hot, hard cock part my lips and send me off into throws of pleasure; but he grabbed my hands and held them up over my head. A small groan of tension, pleasure and anticipation came out of me. He smiled, and kissed my neck, right below my ear. I arched my back, as his lips sent shock waves straight to my pussy. He seemed to be enjoying my responses, and finally whispered in my ear "Are you ready for me?"

"Ohhh... am I ever!" I moaned, again pushing myself against his rigidness. With a slight adjustment, his cock parted the petals of my womanly flower, and allowed his hard cock to slide into me for the first time. He felt big, and hot, and there was no doubt he was stretching me. I was unable to articulate it though, as a moan was the only thing to escape my lips. He groaned some unintelligible thing about how hot and tight my pussy was, then he began to drive into me with deep thrusts.

He felt fabulous, and soon we had built up a sensual rhythm. My hips were coming to meet his on every thrust, my breasts bouncing on my chest from the force of impact. I was moaning, finding it hard to breathe normally due to the pleasure he was causing me, when he suddenly rolled us over. I straddled him, feeling his cock inch just a tad bit deeper, enjoying the feel of him inside me. I rocked my hips, making sure he was deep inside, before I started riding him. He reached up to pinch my nipples as I impaled myself on him, and as I drew closer, I started to rub my clit.

My orgasm was a powerful one, and I could feel my muscles clamp down on him, milking him and savoring the feel of him. The more I rode, the hotter I became, and the hotter I became, the more I wanted him. It was a never ending circle of perpetual bliss, waves of orgasms washing over me. My final one was triggered by Terry thrusting deeply into me and holding still. I felt his cock spasm inside me, and knew he had reached the pinnacle of pleasure as well. I stayed atop him, and leaned down to kiss him once again.

His hands ran up and down my back, squeezing my ass and fondling my breasts as we kissed. He was as passionate as I was, and to feel the affection being reciprocated was an amazing thing. He rolled us over again, putting himself back on top, and slithered down my body to my pussy again. I had never had a man lick me clean before, but there was something endearing and erotic about it. His skilled tongue brought my desires back to life, as well as his cock.

He moved between my legs again and entered me, all the while looking into my eyes. The moonlight shown in through a window in the tent, and illuminated us in a pale bluish light. This time was gentler, less hurried. We savored one another, and the sensations we shared. As he got close a second time, he changed his angle just slightly, so that his cock would rub against my clit on his down strokes. Again we came at almost the same time, and as we parted and became two bodies again, we snuggled up in my tent. My head upon his chest, his arm around my waist, my leg over his middle, with his cock nestled next to my calf. It was how we fell asleep, and how we woke as the morning light started to creep across the sky.

Our sleepy and satisfied eyes met as smiles graced our faces, and he whispered "Good morning beautiful! I'm so thankful it's only Saturday, we still have another day and night together." I nodded, and leaned up to kiss him, feeling his cock growing next to my leg as I did so....

*********************************************************************** To be continued... :)