Beside the Camp Fire

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Sitting on a blanket in the middle of the bush, a roaring fire in front, a glass of wine in one hand, my back leaning against your chest. There’s a second blanket around us, but the night air is so calm, it’s not doing anything but create a cocoon around us.We started off loud and chatty, so much to say. It’s now us just quiet and comfortable in each other’s company. There’s a tension growing, a sexual one, but it’s like neither of us wants to make the move that will disturb our own world. While our heads are aligned and calm, my body is certainly https://escortium.org not, so I decide to find out if yours is the same.I drink down the last of my wine, leaning over to place the glass out of the way. I use this as an opportunity to turn around on my knees so I’m facing you. You sit quietly watching, leaning back on your hands, not a word between us.I lean forward, my hands skating up your jean-clad thighs. I then climb myself over so I’m straddling your thighs, one leg on either side of your hips.You may not have said a word but I can tell you’re excited. The speed of your breathing has increased, your eyes have a spark to them as you continue to watch and wait.My hands slide around your neck, fingers splayed to hold your head, until I slowly lean forward and touch our lips. It’s like a fire has been lit. Our mouths open, our tongues entwine and our breaths join. The kisses are passionate, raw and oh-so-hot!As you sit up, it moves our bodies which has your cock – now hard by the way – sliding against my pussy. And this seems to stir us up even more. Your hands are on my ass, helping to pull me against your hardness in a rhythm. What I would give to not have clothing between us.As quickly as it started, I pull back suddenly and just lean my forehead against yours. Our breathing, hard and fast, trying to pull in air. You move your hands up my body and as you whisper the words “lean back”, you support me as I lay back on the blanket.My eyes watch the stars, as the fire crackles and pops beside us, while I listen to you move up on your knees between my legs. Your fingers slip under my shirt before looping into the top of my leggings, sliding them and my knickers down and off me.

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