I’ve made a commitment to say yes to new experiences.

That’s why I accepted my roommate’s invitation to join her and some friends on a camping trip.

The morning of our departure, a pickup truck rumbled to a stop in front of our building, the cargo bed already full of camping equipment. The door to the backseat opened and my roommate’s friend stepped out. My eyes widened as I studied him. A faded T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. Brown hair curled haphazardly, locks falling forward onto his forehead.

He looked at me, his stare somehow unnerving and exciting at once. “Hi, I’m Chris,” he said, extending his hand. Strong, thick fingers closed around mine, dwarfing my delicate hand. “You ever been camping before?”

I tugged my lip between my teeth, shaking my head. “No, this is my first time.”

“Then I’ll be sure to look out for you,” he said with a smile. His eyes creased at the corners, making me think of all sorts of wild things I’d like to do in the woods to make that smile even broader.

“I’m counting on it,” I said, feeling like a colony of butterflies just hatched in my belly. His fingers brushed mine as he took my bag, sending sparks across my skin. My eyes greedily devoured every inch of him. I was enthralled by the way he gracefully swung the heavy bag up and over the side of the truck, every muscle in his back rippling as he moved. Camping was starting to look a lot more exciting.

After we pitched our tents at the site, Chris volunteered to collect firewood. With everyone else busy unpacking, I jumped at the chance for some alone time with him.

As we crunched through the woods, Chris shared strange and interesting information about the plants around us. Apparently, he had done wilderness and survival training growing up. I had never met anyone like him.

“And that right there is the lusty lavender vine,” he said, pointing to a wild-looking purple vine that stretched across the forest floor. “It got that name because natives believed its root was a natural libido enhancer.”

I eyed him skeptically. “Really?”

He snorted. “No, not really.”

I shrugged. “Just as well. My libido is in no need of enhancement.”

His luscious chocolate-brown eyes widened. “Good to know.”

I trotted ahead, considering my next move. He was definitely into me, and I intended to act on that interest. “All right, Mister Wilderness, tell me what that is.” I pointed to a small shelter in the distance, too high off the ground to be a shed and too small to be a cabin.

“That’s a hunting blind. It’s what hunters use to conceal themselves.”

I glanced back at the little structure. “You think anyone’s in there?”

He shook his head. “Nah, it’s off-season. It’s probably empty.”

I flashed him a grin before darting off toward the blind. I glanced over my shoulder, shouting, “You coming or not?”

He took off like a flash, reaching me just as I placed my hand on the door. I peeked into a window, noting that the blind was indeed empty. “Ooh, spooky,” I whispered as I pulled open the door and clambered inside.

I settled myself on a small chair in the corner while Chris hovered in the doorway, his eyes ablaze. “This is cozy,” I said. His gaze traveled up and down my body, devouring me with a predatory stare that made my pussy pulse. Chris crossed the tiny room in one stride. He reached out, stroking my cheek as his lips hovered over mine. “You want this?” He paused, brushing his lips over mine. “You want me?”

Words caught in my throat as my tongue grew thick in my mouth. I nodded, offering the only answer I was capable of.

“Thank God,” he groaned before his lips covered mine. My body seemed to buzz as the touch of his lips tickled every nerve from my head to my toes. The kiss was searching and desperate, his hands cradling my head as he angled my chin to deepen our connection.

The force of his enthusiasm pushed me back in my seat and pressed my body against the wall. I craned my neck to continue tasting him, determined not to break our liplock. Then his tongue touched mine, stroking me into an absolute frenzy.

He hovered over me, the minute gap between our bodies leaving me frustrated and needy. I curled my fingers into his belt loops, tugging hard to pull his body against mine. He crashed into me, and I wrapped my legs around him. I tightened my hold as I ground myself against him, forcing Chris to plant his hands on the wall to keep from falling.

My fingers grasped at his shirt, clinging to the material as I bowed my back and rubbed my tits against his chest. A wiggle of my hips told me that Chris was enjoying our rendezvous in the woods as much as I was; I could feel the intensity of his erection. My pussy sang as I rubbed against the thick cock hiding beneath his jeans. I placed a hand on his ass, squeezing the firm muscles before sliding around to his hip. I drummed my fingers along his thigh, itching to move closer to the promised land.

Chris had the same idea. He toyed with the waist of my jeans, pulling and pushing at the fabric until his fingers slid inside to brush against the silky material of my thong. I was panting now, so aroused that I was certain one touch to my clit would create an explosion. I pulled back gently, eyeing Chris longingly. “Do you have a condom?” I asked, desperation coloring my voice.

He reached into his back pocket to pull out a worn wallet and produced a single rubber. “Always be prepared,” he said with a wink.

Chris fumbled with the button on his jeans, clearly intent on driving us home. I placed my hand on top of his, taking over. My fingers worked to open his pants, tugging at the zipper to reveal his gray boxer briefs. I smoothed my hand over his bulge, my eyes fixed on his face. Every stroke made his breath catch. I slid my hand down, cupping his balls and giving them a light squeeze. He hissed out a breath, his hands fisted at his sides.

I grew frustrated with the fabric between us. I gripped the band of his boxers and shoved them past his hips, smiling as his pants went along for the ride. His cock was thick and long with a caramel-colored tip that begged to be licked. I took the shaft in my fist, testing his girth as I slowly slid my hand along the silky-smooth flesh.

A tiny bead of moisture appeared at the tip of his erection. My lips closed over his cock, my tongue swirling over the head as I took my first taste of Chris. Salty and sweet, my favorite. I hummed my approval, looking up in time to watch his head tilt back. A groan of pleasure rumbled in his chest.

Hands came down on either side of my head. He was pushing me forward, yet holding me back. Torn between the need to let loose and an instinct to be gentle. I would address the latter.

I cupped his balls, stroking the sensitive flesh with my thumb. The fingers of my other hand curled around the base of his cock, urging him deeper until I took in the entirety of him and his crown touched the back of my throat. My eyes watered from the effort, and I loved it. I sucked him harder, my pussy throbbing as I watched Chris unravel.

He pushed on my shoulders, freeing his cock before standing me up and spinning me toward the window. He placed my hands on the sill, and then he reached around to pop the button on my jeans, dragging the material down my legs. A rush of cool air spread across my backside as Chris pushed my pants to the floor. His finger toyed with the string of my thong, rolling the elastic so that the material shifted against the sensitive flesh of my sex.

My thong soon met my pants around my ankles, my pussy quivering. Chris’s finger circled at the entrance to my sex, swirling around the moisture collecting between my labia. I moaned, arching my back and lifting my ass higher in the air. His finger drew a smooth line from my pussy to my asscrack. I shivered as he circled my asshole, the sensitive flesh unused to such attention.

I rocked my hips back when I heard the rip of the condom wrapper; I was ready for Chris to take me. Once he’d rolled the rubber over his shaft, he teased me by pushing only the tip of his dick inside. My body was hyper alert as I hovered near the point of pure ecstasy.

My muscles relaxed, my pussy greedily pulling him deeper. I sighed as my walls stretched to accommodate him. Chris plunged into me, his desperate grunts echoing throughout the tiny shack. I clutched the window sill, struggling to remain upright as every muscle in my body turned to mush.

Chris held me steady as he milked every ounce of pleasure from me. One of his hands slid around my front, making a beeline for my clit. I groaned loudly when he touched the sensitive nub, my body spasming under his touch. My head tilted on a moan, my body vibrating as every muscle coiled tighter, bracing for the ultimate release.

“Chris held me steady as he milked every ounce of pleasure from me.”

I was acutely aware of every sensation. An orgasm bloomed within me, its petals unfurling as my arousal reached its peak. Electricity rushed through my veins. I screamed, thinking I would break under the pressure. My walls pulsed around him, jolts of desire rocking every extremity. Chris grunted, his fingers digging into my hips as he continued to work my clit and claimed his own release as I succumbed to my own.

I crumbled, my body exhausted from sensory overload. My thighs were slick with my juices, my pussy still pulsing as I came back down to earth. Chris cradled me in his arms, slowly lowering us to the floor. He planted a soft kiss my on forehead, then brushed a lock of hair away from my eyes. “You okay?”

I smiled, burrowing myself deeper into his embrace. “I’m better than okay. I’m ready to do that again.”

He laughed, the sound reverberating through my body. “That can definitely be arranged.”

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