Making Love in the Moonlight  

PointyGoodness 48M/43F
54 posts
9/7/2005 12:26 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Making Love in the Moonlight

The Scene: A tent. Campsite #7. Columbia River Gorge. Sometime after the stars came out.

We'd had hot chocolate ...sipped it by the fire...roasted marshmallows and talked about the future. It was liberating to not have any idea what time it was or to have to worry about the next morning.

My hair was a wreck and I didn't care. Jman hadn't shaved in 3 days. We hadn't showered and smelled like woodsmoke...We were beautiful to each other.

We moved from the fire to our tent. He held back the door flap and helped me in, removed my sandles from my feet...our eyes locked and I leaned forward to kiss him.

The cold night air became part of the seduction. He lifted my shirt, nipples hard under his thumb, leaned forward and kissed my neck.

It was like a surge of erotic energy for me. We embraced and rolled onto the sleeping bags, kissing passionately, my hands unbuttoning his shirt and pulling down his pants, his hands cupping my breasts and tugging at my panties.

There was a moment...just before he entered me that we paused...the cool air swept over our sweaty bodies, our fingers entwined and his mouth formed the words, "I love you."

His cock was thick and hard and made me gasp for breath...I wanted to cry out...

Almost immediately I rolled him onto his back and began to ride him. His hands grasped my hips and helped them move, slide over his hands moved up my body, pulling at my nipples and sliding into my hair. I could feel my orgasm building. It was moving fast and hard through my body...I fell forward and put my hands on his chest and came...his eyes watching my face as I came again and again and again...grasping at his cock, massaging, pulsing, was all he needed.

He rolled me onto my stomach and entered me from behind. Pushing hard into me, his knees grasping my hips...his breath became ragged and he thrust one last time into me before he came.

We lay there breathing hard. Neither of us had made a cries of ecstasy, no passionate whimpers, no verbal manifestation of what had happened in our tent in campground #7.

Tonight as I write this I sit near an open window. I'm showered, my hair washed and brushed, my body clean and yet I can almost smell the woodsmoke and feel his hands on me as the cool wind blows through the window, plays in my hair, brushes down my neck and over my breasts and lingers...remembering, feeling, tasting, loving.

Sweetest_Sin_Jes 36F

9/7/2005 7:08 pm

You know, that moment will probably forever be etched into your memory and brought alive each time you smell woodsmoke - how very lovely!


ProtonicMan 47M

9/8/2005 7:25 pm

Very nice. I'm glad you had a good camping trip. Cool air and warm flesh is a very nice combination.


cplhot4play 55M/54F

9/10/2005 1:06 am

Okay Miss Goodness....... All I have to say to that is ...."WOW!" I'm ready to go campin now! LOL!

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