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Camping Fantasy

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One fantasy has to do with a camping trip, where a girlfriend and I are
camping with either another couple or one of her girlfriends. We find a
nice place in the mountains, away from the regular campground areas, where
we can enjoy the peace and tranquility of nature.
We make our camp, setting up two tents, and the “kitchen”, before night-
fall. After the evening meal, we all sit around a campfire, enjoying the
coolness of a summer evening after a hot summer’s day. Talk ranges from the
silly to the hilarious, as we tell jokes and stories. Soon it is time to
bed down for the night and that’s when the fantasy really begins.
We enter our tent, and arrange the sleeping bags and other articles
before undressing for bed. When “Debi” removes her top and bra, I’m aroused
by the sight of her breasts, illuminated by a the light of a single candle-
lantern. I reach over and gently cup my hand under her breast, lifting it
slightly so that its weight rests fully in my hand. I feel her response as
she gasps a little in suprise. I bend my head forward and flick my tounge
over her nipple several times before I take it between my lips and gently
suck it, using my lips to roll her nipple back and forth.
“Ummm, you’d better let me finish undressing before you start that.” she
whispers, “Or do you want to do it for me?”
I simply release her in silent reply, undressing as she does. I marvel
at the beauty and elegance of her form. From the graceful lines of her face,
to her full breasts that fill my hands so nicely, and down to her hips, with
their tantalizing curves and the patch of orange-red hair centered between
them. Her legs are nicely shaped, and as she extends them out onto the
sleeping bags, I envision how beautiful they look wrapped around my waist.
After blowing out the candle-lantern, I turn to lay down, and she places
a hand against my chest.
“Stay there a minute.” she says. An with that, she sits up and begins to
return the caress that I gave her a minute ago. Her head bends down and I
feel her breath against my nipple. Then her tounge is teasing and caressing
at the same time. Finally, she sucks the nipple into her mouth, rapidly
running her tounge around it. Her hand strays to my thigh, caressing the
inside, tantalizingly close, but still keeping away. I know this game, and
its name is estacy.
She lifts her head and smiles in the darkness. I can barely see her but
her blue eyes are sparkling with secret suprises. Through the darkness I
reach for her waist, sliding my hands up until my thumbs are underneath her
breasts, drawing her close to me. We kiss, gently at first, with tender
and sensitive tounges playing over one another until the intensity of the
night begins to fan the flames of desire. Tounges begin to run wild, first
in her mouth, then in mine. Our hands are caressing, kneading and pinching
flesh on one another, promising more later, and wanting it now.
A giggle breaks the spell, as we realize the thin nylon of the tent does
nothing to stop sound. We listen to our friends for a moment, trying to
figure out if we’ve been overheard. Another giggle, followed by a slight
moan tells us we need not worry about them. We return to our private little
heaven, kissing to restore the flames.
Kissing her all over, ignoring the place she wants kissed most of all,
while at the same time, returning my hands to her nipples, to lightly pinch
and pull on them I can hear her breathing becoming heavier and watch the
rise and fall of her hips.
Without warning, she suddenly sits up, grabbing my shoulders and forces
me onto my back. Suprised, I lay down on the sleeping bag, as she half-
stands inside the little tent. As her pussy descends towards my face I can
hear a lusty voice whisper, “Don’t tease me. Eat my pussy damn it.”
Her thighs on either side of my head, I open my mouth and use my tounge
explore her moist tender pussy. I’m suprised by her wetness, and the force
of the rythmic motions her hips are generating. Her hands are in my hair,
pulling up on my head, making me realize she’d wanted this all night.
On and on into the night. She grinds her pussy against my tounge and
pulling my head into her thighs threatens to pull my hair out. On and on,
her breathing is comming in shorter and shorter breaths. Her wetness is
everywhere it seems. I can feel it in my moustache, on my cheeks, and even
some running down my neck from my chin. She announces her orgasm with
short breaths and little cries, while her whole body spasms and shudders its
approval. My lips are pressing and sliding over her clit in off-rythym beat
to her contractions, trying to prolong her pleasure.
Finally, she is spent. For now the afterglow of her orgasm will make her
limp and exhausted. She rolls over onto her side next to me, and a heavy
sigh escapes from her lips. “Oh God,”, she whisper-sighs, “I love the way
you eat me.”
She looks up at me with those eyes full of love and contentment, and she
smiles as she continues “You love it too, don’t you?”
“Of course.” I say, even though my jaws ache, “It give me a chance to
watch you respond. A chance to watch you enjoying it. And I love the way
you taste.”
She giggles and mentions my wet moustache as she runs a finger over it,
…End of the part1. To be continued..