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Her light brown hair shone in the moonlight. It
seemed darker, more mysterious even, by the glint of the firelight. He
could barely make out
the creaminess of her skin in the dark, but her eyes were pools of
blackness and he regretted that he couldn't tell if they were dark brown
or lighter in color.
It was summer. They were camping in an effort to escape the technological
age. No televisions, no cable, no computers, no telephones, not
even a newspaper. True refuge from the pressures of the mundane world.
They were with a group that specialized in re-creating the middle
ages. The age of honor and chivalry. Of troubadours and traveling
minstrels. The white pavilions gleamed in the moonlight, not with the
shine
of the modern nylon tent, but with an opalescence that was unique to true
canvas. The fire was dwindling, but the haze lingered, not just
from their fire, but from the hundreds of campsites surrounding them.
Crickets chirped merrily in the night air, and the sound of drums
beating resonated on the breeze. Occasionally a laugh or a bit of a song
drifted along and added to the feeling of camaraderie that permeated
throughout the site.
Hers was a relatively small campsite. About 15 gentles, from all walks of
life. He was not camping with her; in fact, they had met just that
evening, but quickly formed a rapport. The jokes flew fast and furious
between them, and as he had admired her quick wit, she was equally
enamored of his. Chemistry....was that even a science back in the middle
ages? No matter, it was a fact for the two of them.
He had walked her "home" from another site where they had mutual friends.
It was quite late at night...in the wee hours of the morning, in
fact. The full moon lit the path for them and they had merrily danced and
skipped along. She thought him terribly attractive, with his long
hair braided neatly down his back and a jaunty hat with a feather atop his
head. He found her alluring, with her long hair flowing down her
back and a long gown on that accentuated her curves. Secretly, they both
wondered exactly where this night was leading, although neither
wanted to push too much.
They arrived at her site to find that everyone else had already gone to
their pavilions, and the fire was just glowing embers. She offered
him a drink, which he accepted, and as she disappeared into the kitchen
tent, he threw a log on the fire, bringing it back to life. He
settled down on a blanket a few feet away from the warmth of the fire and
she sat next to him. They both drank slowly and looked at each
other, joking about the lateness of the night and how if this were a real
war, he would never be able to fight the next day.
Finally, an awkward silence fell. He looked at her and she looked back.
They leaned together and their lips met. It was a gentle kiss, short
but sweet. The kind where you discover exactly how soft each other's lips
are and exactly where your noses are going to go. His goatee and
moustache tickled her, and she thought that while he had nuzzled her hand
exquisitely when they had met, this was far superior to even that!
He thought her lips were the softest he had kissed in recent memory... not
that he was really thinking of anyone but her at the time.
They pulled apart, and stared at each other. He reached out and pulled her
closer and they kissed again. Their breathing quickened and
somehow this seemed right. It was like ice water, or fire water was
running through her veins and she liked the feeling. He wanted to kiss
her forever. His heart was racing and he knew that she was the one he was
meant for.
He slid his hand down from her neck and cupped the softness of her breast.
She moaned into his mouth and pressed her hand atop his and arched
into his hand. He licked down the side of her neck and she thought she
would go insane from the wetness of his tongue as it caressed the base
of her neck. He sharply bit her and she gasped. And told him to do it
again.
He was amazed at the scent of her. She somehow managed to smell like
flowers even in the middle of a field of dirt and smoke. She tasted
equally well, and he couldn't resist biting into the soft skin of her
neck. When she told him how she loved that, he did it again. He wanted
to eat her up, piece by piece and savor every moment. He reached his free
hand behind her head and threaded it through her silky hair. He
pulled it sharply back, relishing her moan and the sight of the line of
her neck pouring down into the low-cut bodice of her dress. His mouth
licked its way down to the edge of her dress and he felt her erect nipple
through the thin cotton. He positioned his mouth over it and bit,
gently, upon it.
She was wet already, she knew. She could feel the coolness seeping out of
her. When he bit her nipple, through her dress, she knew she was
lost. She wanted him. Now. Here. She reached her hands around him, one
finding his long braid and winding it around, and the other clasping
his head to her. She gave a fleeting thought to seeming like a slut, but
when he twisted her nipple with his teeth and pulled on it, the
thought flew out of her head, and she knew that she didn't really care.
He released her nipple and she leaned down to kiss him again. He asked her
if they should go to her pavilion, and she told him no, she wanted
him to take her there, by the fire, with the stars and moon above them. He
wondered if the others in her camp were truly asleep, but when she kissed him and she gently tugged his lower lip with her teeth, he stopped
thinking and just kept feeling. Her hands pulled his shirt out of his pants, and lifted it over his head and she reached a hand out and
tweaked his nipple. He felt a lightning bolt run down to his throbbing
cock, and he knew he had to have her. Now. Here.
She wanted to feel his muscled chest against her softly rounded one,and
she started to lift her dress over her hips. He quickly reached out
and pulled it over her head, and she was naked before him. She blushed
briefly, hoping that he liked what he saw and that he wasn't too
shocked that she wore no undergarments. She hadn't bothered with them when
dressing, figuring that under her long gown no one could tell
anyway.
He pulled her against him and loved the way her breasts pressed against
him. He could feel her hard nipples on his skin and he thought he
could feel the heat from her pussy against him. It made him harder, if
that were possible. He reached down and began to undo the buttons on
his trousers, and she helped. When they were finally down and off, he laid
down next to her, and they kissed again, bodies pressed tightly
together.
He rolled over on top of her, spreading her legs, and she could feel his
cock pressed against the warmth of her pussy. And she wanted him
inside her. He felt the wetness of her against the steeliness of his prick
and he hoped that he could last long enough to satisfy her. He was
so hot for her that he wasn't sure.
She reached down and guided him into her. As he sank into the heat of her,
they both moaned sighs of relief. He stayed motionless deep inside
her, as he was a little bigger than average, and he certainly wanted her
to enjoy this as much as he was.
She was excited beyond belief at the feel of him throbbing inside her. He
was a bit wider than she was accustomed to, but she thought the friction was going to be incredible. As he lay on top of her, and they
kissed, she began to flex her pussy muscles around him. He muttered to
her to stop, and she just wickedly laughed and continued.
He felt the pulsing of her walls contracting around him and he started to
do multiplication tables, long division, the alphabet, anything
mundane so that he wouldn't spurt into her right away. He leaned down and
bit her on the neck hard, and she was startled enough to stop
squeezing his cock. He began to thrust in and out of her, slowly. He
looked down and he could see himself glistening in the moonlight, wet
with her juices, as he disappeared back into her wetness. He picked up the
pace, slowly increasing both the speed and the force that he was
using, until he was pretty much slamming into her, and her hips were
rocking up against him in an effort to pull him deeper.
She loved the way he was ramming into her. She liked it hard and deep, and
he was certainly giving that to her. It was like he knew exactly
what would turn her on the most. He reached his hand down and rubbed her
clit and she climaxed immediately. She bit her lip in an effort to
stifle her moans, because she knew how loud she could be, and she didn't
want to call undue attention to their activities.
He felt her orgasm as he rubbed her clit. Her pussy snapped against him
and it took all of his willpower not to come right then and there.
But he was enjoying himself too much. This was beyond just regular sex.
This was the type of encounter that happened maybe once before to
him, at least, and he knew this was one he wanted her to remember forever
as well. Her moans as she came were music to his ears, and he
stopped and pulled out of her.
She couldn't believe it when she felt him pull out of her. She thought for
sure he was going to come with her, and then he stopped. She felt
his hands guiding her to turn over, and she did, kneeling on her hands and
knees in the moonlight for him. She looked around and saw his
glorious prick shining at her as he stroked it, and then he came up right
behind her and in one sudden thrust, he was deep inside her again,
but at a different angle.
She was so wet, he was shocked. He didn't know women could get that wet,
and he decided that it must be the piquancy of the situation,
because surely he wasn't THAT good. When he told her that, she laughed
throatily and assured him that he was indeed that good, and please,
stop talking and get to work.
He did. He would pull all the way out and then slam his cock back inside
her pussy. Over and over again. Her moans grew louder and he
cautioned her to be more quiet. Her response was to lean down and muffle
her mouth with one of her hands. Which changed the angle of his
entry yet again.
She thought he was going to drive her insane. She felt his hands grabbing
onto her hips, pulling her back against him, and heard the slap of
his abdomen against her ass, and felt the slap of his balls hitting her
clit with every stroke. She felt it building again. As he picked up
speed, his grunts grew louder and her moans became wails.
All of a sudden, he couldn't take it anymore. He slammed into her sucking
pussy and held himself deep inside her and exploded. Spurt after
spurt of his seed spilled deep inside her. He could have sworn that the
stars had fallen from the sky, because he saw them dancing in front
of him as he emptied himself into her.
She felt his cock pulse inside her and knew he was coming. On the second
pulse, she erupted with him, and bit her hand to keep herself from
screaming. It was good. No, it was beyond good. The orgasm that swept over
her was like a tidal wave, and she wanted to drown in it.
As her pulse slowed and she returned to reality, she collapsed on the
blanket, and he dropped beside her. They kissed tenderly and lovingly,
both moved by the experience that they had shared. As the embers from the
fire died, and the moonlight glowed pale on their bodies, they
dozed contentedly in the openness of the field. When the first tendrils of
purple showed on the horizon, signifying the coming dawn, he shook
her awake. They kissed again, and gathered up their clothes, adjoining to
her pavilion to greet the coming day together. And each hoped that perhaps this would be just the first of many days they would face as a
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