Twilight closes in as the two lovers sit staring into the fire, both mesmerized by dancing flames and shadows thrown in growing length all around. Tossing another stubby branch on the fire, he turns in his seat, drawing his companion close; a little stunned that she is actually right here beside him.
Not very long ago, but seeming more like ages, Matt first spoke to Megan on an Internet dating site. One evening he logged into the site to discover a short email from her, which began a continuous barrage of laughter mixed with innuendos. Over the course of the next few months they got to know each other; they quickly realized they had much in common. It soon became apparent to both of them that it might be a good idea to meet, to see if there was indeed the fiery connection they both suspected.
After some last minute arrangements and lots of frustration, here they were side by side staring into a fire together with his arm snuggled around her and her head on his shoulder, owls hooting in the nearby forest while small creatures snuffled around in the underbrush.
Oh, how beautiful this woman is in the fire light! Her every word excites him and starts his blood racing. Matt leans in for a soft kiss on her full, slightly pouty lips; she is everything he'd hoped for and then some, especially where it most counted...life just didn't get any better than this!
He reaches behind his chair and gets a long, slender stick, previously prepared for roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, and then watches Megan as, from a nearby ice chest, she selects a couple of wieners and slides one down the smooth stick. Fascinated by the play of a sly smile lifting one corner of her luscious lips, Matt smiles and takes the other wiener for his roasting stick.
They quietly talk of how great it is to finally be together, his deep voice resonating in her ear and lifting goose bumps along her warm, sensitized flesh. Turning into him, one hand gently resting on his thigh, she looks into his eyes, the campfire flickering across his handsome, sculpted features; she tries to convey deep feelings for him with just a look. Nope, not enough...placing her hand on his cheek, she leans in and sketches his jaw with gentle nibbling little kisses until their lips meet and then fuse together, intense passion overtaking them both.
With a groan she breaks off the kiss, reaches into the cooler once again and comes up with another wiener strategically sticking out of her mouth. Looking at him with a playful smile and one brow arched in invitation, she waits for him to bite the other end. Meeting him at the middle, she pauses; allowing him to chew and swallow his part of the soft cool meat, and then she gently slides the remaining piece past his lips. They lock lips once again; their tongues dancing the lover's tango; her hands somehow finding their own way to touch him anywhere she can reach...his shoulder, his chest, his thigh.
Wrapping Megan in a big hug, Matt softly bites her neck at the shoulder line, and then brushes his lips down the inside of her arm and inner elbow; she sighs with the pleasure of this sexy man's lips on her skin. While her tongue flicks lightly against his neck, Matt trails his fingertips along her spine; soft touches and slow caresses move his hand down her body. He inhales the intoxicating scent of this woman draped around him, and with a groan he leans back in his chair taking his sexy siren with him; right to the ground as, with a resounding thump, the chair buckles and he finds himself in a heap of aluminum tubing on the ground, Megan half out of her chair beside him, her soft laughter music to his ears.
"Well," he says, laughing, "That chair wasn't particularly comfortable anyway."
Easing out of the mess that used to be a chair, he wraps his strong arms around her and scoops her up in his arms, carrying her a little closer to the fire, carefully sitting on a large conveniently place log. No longer laughing, Megan squarely situated in his lap with her well-formed legs wrapped snugly around his waist, he begins a slow exploration of her neck with his mouth. Very lightly he touches her skin with his tongue. Near the ear, the base of the neck, throat; all are kissed by this man who is close to becoming an animal.
Megan leans into him willingly, and with arms wrapped around his neck whispers in his ear..."Baby, I can think of no place I would rather be than right here with you."
Licking and nipping at his ear lobe, one hand curved around the back of his neck, she gently lets Matt know just how hungry she is for him by grinding her hips into his, tightening her legs like a vise around him. She can feel his need for her tucked snugly against her and her hips echo her need for more, slowly circling in tiny jerky movements that leave her struggling for breath in his arms.
His hands grasp her hips and Matt greets her gyrations with his own quickly rising passion.
Returning again to his lips with a moan she cannot hold in, she surrenders to the need for this wondrous man's loving. Tongues seek and challenge, lips nibble, and teeth gently nip...her breathing ragged as she soaks her panties. Resting her head in the crook between his shoulder and neck, she nips the tender skin; Megan inhales his sexy essence deep into her lungs and groans as she shudders within Matt's embrace.
Matt feels the shudder and instinctively knows that Megan has surrendered to his touch. He fills his large hand with a sexy ass cheek and pulls this lovely woman as close as he can. Matt can feel the warmth as her orgasm dampens the crotch of her pants. Luckily he knows that she brought extra clothes because apparently she will need them!
Tightening her grasp on his hand, and placing the other behind one of his knees, Megan leans back as far as possible, grinding her pussy against his iron hard cock. She is very sensitive now, and the pleasure races through her body, raising goose bumps on her flesh, hardening her nipples, and causing her to suck in her breath as she gasps and groans, and shudders yet one more time, leaving him with a wet spot on the front of his jeans!
