Karen lay on her back. Snug and tight in her sleepingbag as the desert wind ruffled the sides of the large dome-shaped tent. It was late but she had no idea exactly what time it truly was. The little hanging candle lantern still flickering loose shadows down the walls so it could not be all that long after they decided to turn in. Lying in a crescent curl next to her was Allie, her daughter on the day after her eighteenth birthday. This camping trip was her present. A trip for just the girls and the last chance to get away before school would start in the fall and a new stage of her life would begin. Allie's straight blonde hair caught the candlelight and she looked at her sleeping daughter. The pretty girl had grown to a pretty young woman. Karen felt suddenly odd and proud of her little girl. The oddness that fell over her just then made her hand slide carefully down her torso and into her closed thighs. She wiggled against the restraint of the tube she was confined inside. Managing to open her legs just enough for fingertips to go wandering and exploring. A little sigh escaped as her fingers slid down the slit and up again. Gently she caressed her pussy, closing her eyes and imagining the long warm tongue of a lover stroking and enjoying her scent and taste. Her skin alive and tingly from the soft light stokes she started to feel the moisture and her fingers rubbed more generously over her own lips.
Karen opening her eyes to see the candle lantern swaying from the motion of the tent in the growing wind outside. The front that was predicted was upon them there in the lonely desert park. It was early in the year so they had hiked the hills and really had the entire place to themselves that day all but a couple they had met at the lookout and would join the next day.
