The campsite was breathtaking and looked off right onto the lake. Dusk was settling in through the trees, the sky glowed pink over the elms bordering the site. My boyfriend, Aiden and I were finally pleased with our set up of the campsite. We had the tent to the far left, facing the water, and the tarp-covered picnic table was to the right along the tree line. I sat in a red lawn chair that we had set up by the fire pit and glanced at Aiden, kneeling on one knee, trying to spark up some newspaper to get the fire going. He looked at me looking at him and smiled the big Hollywood smile that had me hooked from day one.
Finally, the kindling next to the newspaper sparked up with an orange glow, and the sound of crackling wood echoed through the campsite. Aiden and I settled into our chairs, each with a drink in hand, and watched the hypnotic flames dance. We were drinking quite a few drinks.
He looked at me with a devilish grin and pulled a joint out of his pocket.
"You wanna smoke this with me, babe?" already putting it to his lips and lighting it.
"Yes, I guess we could, why the hell not?" I said back with a smile, pretending like I wasn't waiting all night for him to suggest smoking the joint I knew he had rolled earlier.
"Twist your arm, eh?" He chuckled back through a cloud of smoke.
He passed it over to me, and I took a deep inhale into my lungs. I wasn't as much as a seasoned smoker as my boyfriend, so I coughed a few times before passing the joint back to Aiden. We continued puffing on it and then giving it back and forth until it was nothing but a small, smoking nub. I took one last hit off of it and chucked the roach into the fire. Moments after, I felt myself start to feel spacey yet very hungry, and I knew the weed was hitting. I loved that feeling.
Both of us were high and giggling at funny stories we told each other. It was our first time camping together, and we were already having such a good time. I walked to the car's trunk and pulled out one of our roasting sticks, and placed a hot dog over the prongs. I roasted it until it was crispy but not burnt and put it in a bun. It was not long before I had it scarfed down.
Weed had a few effects on me. The first was the munchies, and the other was severe horniness. Since I had already fulfilled the first need with the hot dog, I started to realize that the other need was making itself known. I felt the wetness between my legs growing from deep within. I stood up with full intentions of getting another beer but ended up leaning towards Aiden for a kiss.
His lips greeted mine, softly at first, and then his rough hands grabbed the sides of my face and pulled me closer into him. Our mouths intertwined, and time seemed to stand still. After three years, his kiss gave me intense butterflies in the depths of my stomach. He pulled back for a split second to look at me with hunger before returning his mouth to mine with great passion. An innocent kiss now was turning into a passionate make-out session. He bit my lower lip hard enough to make a statement that he was in charge.
My body instinctively lowered down onto him, so my legs straddled his lap in the camp chair. I kept my feet firm on the ground to ensure that the cheap chair would not break under the extra body weight. We were chest to chest, and I could feel his breath quickening as our mouths worked in unison. He grabbed my left hand and directed it down to his crotch. I could feel his hard cock straining against his shorts, begging for freedom.
Aiden broke the kiss and took a break from as he pulled my ear down to his mouth. In a low growl, he whispered, "do you feel how hard you made me baby? You're so sexy."
Hearing him pant with desire made me even wetter. My braless nipples hardened under my sweater. We had talked before about hooking up in public, but we had yet to get even this far into the fantasy due to lack of opportunity and not wanting to be obnoxious in crowds. Although it was dark under the night sky, it was still sexy to be rubbing him where anyone could walk by and see. I stroked him over his jeans and felt his full-length straining against the zipper. He groaned quietly, and I could feel him twitch against my hand. I wasn't even in his pants yet, and I knew I was driving him crazy.
