We were camping together, early in our relationship. She had never camped before, and I, well, I camped a lot. Several reasons: it was cheap, it was flexible, and I enjoyed being outdoors.
She, on the other hand, found every single thing new, and exciting. From hiking in to the campsite (and she was petite enough, that a large bookbag was about an appropriate load), to selecting a tentsite, to setting up the tent, and opening the sleeping bags to let the insulation loft back up, it all was fun and exciting. I was starting to see why, so long ago, I started to love to camp.
Once we had eaten, we went for a walk. This state park had trails along a lovely river, and the vistas were entirely unlike what Kathy and I were accustomed to in Detroit. We held hands, and paused occasionally, oohing and aahing over the pretty autumn leaves reflected in the water's surface.
As twilight developed, we returned to our tent, and crawled in. We slept in sweats, to ward off the chill Michigan camping in the fall could bring. Snuggled together, she whispered how much fun she was having, and how much she wanted to try this again, in the spring.
We kissed goodnight, and I caressed her firm form affectionately. She wriggled like a puppy, and ran her hand down my shirtfront, and back up, beneath my sweatshirt, and against my skin. The coolness of her hand made me gasp, and she giggled.
"Poor boy, I guess I'll have to warm you up!", as she batted her brown eyes at me in the lantern light. Matching deeds to words, she reversed course, and slid her cool hand beneath my sweatpants, and traced the outline of my hardening tool. "Oohh! Somebody is happy to see me!", she whispered, "I guess I'll just have to get better acquainted!"
She slid my pants and shorts down (with my eager assistance!) and laid her head on my stomach, stroking my length. "He looks lonely, I'll give him a little kiss, so he doesn't feel left out."
She pursed her dark lips, and smooched my glans. Evidently, she thought enough of that maneuver, that she slid her lips over my endowment, laving her tongue back and forth as she tested my length and savored my rigidity. I moaned my approval of the warm whirlpool of her mouth.
She pulled off me with a "Pop!", and brought her caramel face to mine. "If you cannot appreciate my efforts with proper dignity, I'll simply stop right now! I will not have you making animal noises, like some beast, while I'm showing you my skills. I'm a learned and professional woman, you will show some respect!" Her grin belied the schoolmarm tone, but I wasn't taking any chances.
"Yes, Ma'am! Quiet appreciation, that's what I'm about!"
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