You introduce yourself as Dan. I say, “Hi, I’m Sasha. Pleased to meet you. It looks rough out there.”
As I’m saying that, there’s a loud thunder and lightning in the sky that makes me jump and grab onto your attractive arms. I realize what I just did and apologize but look worried on what to do next…..
—Dan—
I can’t help but smile at the feel of your hands on my arm. I also can’t help but notice the bounce of your breasts when you jumped toward me. Not wanting to lose the moment, I offer my arm and suggest we head a little further down the trail to a spot with some sheltering rocks. You take my arm again just as it starts to rain hard, we start running to get out of the downpour and your hand slides naturally down my arm into my hand. By the time we get to the alcove our clothes are soaked thru and the temperature has start to drop rapidly. We huddle out of the rain, instinctively pressing together for warmth and breathing hard. I can’t help but notice how easy it is to see your large, perfect tits thru your wet t-shirt, nipples perky and hard. My cock instantly starts hardening. You catch me looking. I look away and mutter an apology, but you just smile and look me over. I realize my thin, wet shorts probably make my growing manhood easy to spot, but seeing you looking only encourages it’s growth.
Feeling emboldened, I grin and say, “Well, Sasha, our wet clothes will be trouble if it gets much colder. I have matches and there’s wood enough here. If you’re not too shy, we should probably light a fire and hang our clothes to dry them.”
—Anna—
The way my hands slides down your arm into your hand to grasp on and run turns me on wildly – it’s so sensual and erotic to be palm to palm with a hot stranger in the middle of nowhere! When you state about drying our clothes, though I’m a wild one inside, I don’t portray that impression at first coz the guy really has to make me open up. In return, I say, “Yeah, let’s light a fire, I don’t know about the clothes though.” (I giggle.)
While you start to pile up the firewood, I can’t help but stare at your body – your legs, thighs, abs, chest, shoulders – they all look so hot – especially your defined face and blue eyes. I can’t believe for a moment that this is really happening. My top is wet and tits are visible through the sheerness of the material. My cleavage is quite deep too but since I’m feeling horny, I let it go and allow it to look like I’m a slut. You try to light the matches but due to the rain, its kinda wet and isn’t working.
Luckily I have a matchbox too that I had in a pocket that was still dry, I take out my box and start to strike the match a few times and it seems like my technique isn’t working, so….without hesitation you come up to me from behind, put your arms around my waist, hold the match stick and box with your hands over mine and strike them together. and that worked…. the fire is lit. I skip a beat when you do this. I want more of your touch but I don’t know what is next. Once the match is lit, we bend down together to place it on the wood and while doing this I feel your hard cock against my ass. It feels AMAZING. All I want is to feel it more, but then you just move back and away and walk to look for something else in your backpack and I pretend to do the same.
—Dan—
The feeling of putting my arms around you and feeling my hard cock press against your ass was so intense, I hardly knew what to do for a second. Thankfully, having got the fire lit, I wasn’t going to give up so easily on the clothes. I went to my pack to pull out some rope and a sleeping bag for us to sit on. The ground is more sand than dirt here under the rocks and we’ve been standing and squatting to keep from getting sand all over our butts. I peek back at you, wondering what you’re getting from your pack, then stand to tie the rope between trees so it hangs near, but not directly over the fire.
My cock is throbbing the whole time, and it’s all I can do to keep from staring at the enticing shape of you in your wet clothes. Each glance your way shows you smiling and watching me, so I decide a little show wouldn’t hurt. Once the rope is tied up, I slowly pull my shirt over my head and hang it over the line. Seeing your eyes trace over my chest and downward, I figure “might as well go for it” and start to unbutton my shorts. I pause to explain that I plan to sit on my sleeping bag and don’t want to do it in wet shorts, in case I end up camping tonight. A cold gust of wind gives me goosebumps and hardens my nipples, pushing me to quickly pull off my shorts and step back away from the mouth of the alcove and closer to you and the fire.
Standing there in thin, wet, clingy boxers, my cock must be fully outlined, but I try not to draw attention by looking at it myself. Well, not too much attention. I reach over for the sleeping bag and say, “Once we dry a little, we can sit on this instead of the sand. The sooner you get those clothes hanging by the fire, the sooner I’ll let you sit too.”
I give my best charming grin and add, “After all, I really don’t want to sleep out here in a wet bag tonight.” You giggle again and seem to blush, looking away. I take the opportunity to drink in the beauty and sensuality of your breasts, hips, and ass even in your wet clothes, feeling a desperate longing to get you out of them.
—Anna—
After you say that, I don’t really make eye contact and turn back to pull out something from my bag. I had a thin medium towel that I had kept just incase I got wet in the rain. I say, “Well I need some privacy,” and smile.
Knowing that I won’t really get it and don’t really want it, I turn my back towards you and take my cream v necked t-shirt off. I wrap the towel just around my chest and tuck it in – it comes to my navel. I leave my cream lacy bra on hoping to swap it with the t-shirt once its dry. I also push my khaki capri pants down past my waist and step out of them. I’m wearing a small cream thong – lace triangle in the front over my bald pussy. I turn around, catching you staring and grinning at me. I smile, break eye contact and walk towards you. I stretch my arms up to hang up my clothes and as I do that the towel gets undone. I catch it before it falls to the ground and murmur, “It wasn’t covering much anyway.”
I lay the towel down next to you so I can sit on it – my ass cheeks are exposed and this would feel better. We just stare into the fire trying to warm up. I start holding my right temple and pressing it. You notice and ask why – I say, “l think I’m getting a headache.”
You say, “Let me help you with that.” We scoot such that my back is towards you – you put your hands on the sides of the front of my head and start to gently massage it. Your hands feel so good. This setting is so hot and romantic. I close my eyes and try to relax. I love how your hands trail down to massage the back of my neck and you start spending time on my shoulders- it’s such a relief. As this is happening you’ve inched closer. Your bent leg is rubbing against my ass and my cunt is wet, tits hard from your electrifying touch. I’m allowing myself to really relax and suddenly realize I let out two soft moans/whimpers from how I’m feeling in this moment. I’m so turned on!