BRENTON
Iwoke up with a content smile on my face. I looked over to a still sleeping Helen, admiring her naked form in the soft morning light. Her breasts rose and fell in a relaxed rhythm and I couldn’t help but run my hand over them.
She shuffled a bit and then opened her eyes slowly.
“Mmm. Good morning,” she greeted me.
“Good morning,” I said back, still caressing her. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to take my hands off you again.”
“I could get used to that.”
I leaned in for a kiss, but stopped short remembering our last morning together. “Morning breath?”
“Just come here.” Helen took my face in her hands and pulled me down to close the distance.
Our lips touched and our mouths grew frantic, only stopping for quick breaths. I moved so that I hovered directly over her, our bodies still bare from last evening. I immediately hardened and she moaned in pleasure as I rubbed my length over her sensitive spot. I rolled over so that she was now on top of me, letting her take control.
She continued to grind her body against me in a pleasurable rhythm until we couldn’t stand it any longer, needing to be closer. I took her again in this tent, too frantic to savor it for very long.
Satisfied and tuckered out, we both put our clothes back on.
“You know, camping isn’t so bad. It takes a lot out of you though,” Helen said to me, winking as we rolled up our blankets and began to disassemble the tent. She helped me this time, making the process go quicker.
“I’m glad I could convince you.” I winked back and grabbed her ass on our way to load the truck.
Samson skipped around our makeshift campsite in excitement while we cleared it, marking his territory on almost every single tree. When we were finished, we began the long hike back home.
Helen handled it like a trooper, with reinvigorated energy I could only guess came from our activities last night and this morning.
“You know the only time I had ever even come close to camping was when my high school phy-ed teacher tried to force the entire senior class to go on an overnight camping trip in Yosemite. I convinced my mom to fake a sick note from the doctor, so I didn't have to go. I kind of regret that now.”
“Oh man. Yeah, you really missed out. In high school, I went to summer camp with my boy scout troop in Yosemite every year without fail. It was always my favorite part of the year.”
“Well, there’s still time.”
“I’d love to show you around my favorite parts of Yosemite.”
“I’d like that a lot,” she said and I could tell she meant it.
“So what did you do in high school then? Cheerleading?”
“Ha! I can see why you’d think that, but no. I was extremely uncoordinated. Still am. I wrote a lot, though. I was on the high school newspaper and yearbook committee.”
“Have you found time to write since moving up here?”
“Um.” She was nervous. “Yeah, a little.”
“I’d love to read something of yours sometime.”
“Maybe. I don’t share my writing with a lot of people. I’m not sure it’s good enough quite yet.”
“Well, whenever you’re ready to share your talents with the world, I’ll be ready.”
“Sounds good,” she laughed. “I’m not even sure you could find any of the high school columns I wrote unless the school archived them.”
“Your family didn’t keep them?”
“They aren’t really the type to do those sorts of things. Scrapbooks and photos and the like. In fact, I think they tried to cover up a newspaper article about themselves once. I’m pretty sure they paid the writer off.”