It is night time. We are laying on a blanket outside staring up at the half moon.
Backpacking for over a month. Somehow we got turned around.
Arms stretched out above your head. Hands well fastened to separate corners of the bed. Brown rope, I think. Silky smooth. Light. Your knees are up. Thighs wrapped against calves. Not too tightly, but firm. Unfettered access for me.
“Plenty of time.” She grins and ducks under the covers. A moment later I am in her mouth. Warm and wet.
She takes my tie in one hand. Wraps it tight. Pulls me forward a little bit with it. I start to fuck a little harder.
Early in the flight she pulls down her tray table and puts her on it in an attempt to sleep through the bumpy ride. The profile of her body is distracting. Black knit top perfectly outlining her petite profile.
“I don’t need your help. ”
“Young lady, one look and I can tell you ain’t from here
I saw her by the bonfire. She looked up. My life would never be the same. Father would never approve