0 comments/ 85393 views/ 5 favorites By The Fire By: anne27 We had been looking forward to this weekend all week. We were going up into the mountains to camp with some friends. We'd know Patrisha and Carl for years. Carl had been the best man at our wedding and when he finally got involved in a steady relationship, Dale and I were very happy for him. Patrisha and I hit if off wonderfully. Sometimes a little too wonderfully. There had been several times over the past few months that Patrisha had gotten a little touchy-feely and sometimes it made me nervous. I have never been a prude. I love sex and everything to do with sex. I just had never really thought about having sex with a woman. Could I? I didn't know. I knew she was interested in me, but I hadn't been with a woman before and I had told her that. My running joke with her was- I was so straight, I didn't bend when I sat down. I had never even fantasized about being with another woman. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what this trip would bring. I lifted the whiskey bottle out of the basket and looked at it, thinking that it might cause more trouble than fun. With a sigh, I pushed it back into the bottom of the basket and covered it over. When Dale got home I was ready for him. We loaded everything up into the Jeep and I jumped in and gave him a deep kiss. I pulled his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it deeply, my hand stroked across his jean-covered cock. It twitched and pressed hard against his pants. "Stop that, or we'll never get to the mountains!" He laughed. "Oh, and you started early, eh? Is that Southern Comfort I tasted on your mouth?" I have him a sheepish grin and said, "Well, I want to have a fun weekend." "Yeah, so does Patrisha I bet," he laughed and pulled the Jeep onto the road. "Is that a problem?" I asked, looking down and pulling at the top of my boots. "You know it isn't. You are your own woman. I'd never stop you from doing anything you wanted to do." He answered. "Who said I wanted to do anything?" I asked and smiled, then turned on the radio and turned it up loud. It worked to change the topic and we sang along with the radio and talked about what I'd brought to eat and how much fun the trip would be. Dale loved to harass me about Patrisha. He thought her playfulness around me was hilarious. He'd just sit back and watch with this dippy grin on his face when she'd make some comment about women and sex and leer at me, and I'd squirm and change the topic. They both thought this was amusing. Carl would just laugh and not say anything. I never did know his take on the subject. If I had been interested in girls, Patrisha would have been a good candidate. She was cute, with curly, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. She was much shorter than my 5'7", at about 5'1" and she was very buxom and curvy. She had a little meat on her bones and it looked very good on her. She was always confident and self-assured, something I admire and strive for, mostly unsuccessfully. We could talk for hours and I considered her a very good friend and a great person to hang out with. She was always a ball of fun! We arrived before they did and pitched the tent and organized the equipment. As I was unpacking the last of the items from the Jeep, I heard tires on the gravel road and saw Carl and Patrisha waving out the truck windows. "Hey baby!" She yelled and laughed. "Hey gorgeous!" I yelled back, laughing "about time you showed up! We were just packing to go home. We had all the fun we could take and decided we needed a break!" "Hey! There will be NO fun before I get here!" She said sternly and then laughed as she exited the truck and came over to give me a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek. I hugged back and smiled. She hugged Dale and made a comment about how he looked like he'd been losing weight. He just beamed. It was good to have people like her and Carl in our lives. We parked our butts on the picnic table and began chatting away as the guys worked to set up their tent. "Ya bring anything to drink?" She said, her eyes sparkling. "Of course, brand new bottle of SC," I scoffed. I took another look into her eyes and realized. "And just what did you bring, girl? That's not whiskey that's made your eyes red and shiny" I laughed as she stuck her hand into her pocket and pulled out a handful of neatly rolled joints. "Oh geez, just don't tell Dale. You know how he hates for me to do that shit." I said. "Does that mean you don't want to, Leigh?" She feigned a pout. "I didn't say that, hon. Just don't get me in trouble." I said. She leaned her body into me, her face just inches from mine, so close I could smell the marijuana on her breathe, and said "I'd never do anything to hurt you, baby." My head swooned and my heart started pounding. The table shook with a large *THUD* as Dale dropped a cooler onto it. "Hey girls, ya wanna get dinner started before it gets dark?" He asked. He and I exchanged glances, neither one betraying anything. "Sure, steaks ok?" Patrisha asked and she hopped up quickly and started rummaging thru the cooler. She and I worked together on dinner as the guys finished up setting camp. We all ate very well on steaks, fried potatoes and onions, and corn on the cob. I had made a last minute stop at a small store just before the mountains and bought a half-gallon of Moose Tracks ice cream. It was a favorite of Patrisha's and of Dale's. I dug it out of the bottom of the cooler and we all sat around the tub of ice cream with our spoons and ate quickly as it started to get melty. We laughed and fought for the goodies in the ice cream as the night started to fall. We built up the fire for a roaring blaze. The spot we had picked to camp was very secluded, and it was quiet. The crackling of the logs and the gentle chirp of the crickets were the only sounds. We all sat there in silence for a while, just soaking in the gentle night breeze. Finally, Patrisha broke the silence, "Hey, I need to go to the bathroom, wanna come?" She said to me. I nodded and noticed that she reached into her purse and pulled out her lighter on the way to the trail. I grinned and followed along behind her. When we reached the bathroom, she reached behind me and locked the door, dug into her pocket and pulled out the bag of joints. "Courtesy of Pete", she said and grinned. "How's he doing?" I asked, "I half expected him to be here." "I'm mad at him! We told him he could use the house while we were in Florida. When we got home, he told me that he had borrowed one of my toys, but that he had cleaned it well afterwards." "Your toys?" I asked, but knew. "Yeah, he brought one of his skanky whores into my bedroom, took one of my vibrators and used it on her. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww! I just threw them all out and made Carl buy me new ones!" She laughed. I just rolled my eyes and reached for the now lit joint she held out to me. I inhaled deeply, feeling the acrid smoke fill my lungs and held it there as long as I could without turning blue and passing out. I let the smoke come out my nose slowly and immediately felt my body responding to the drug. I giggled and put an arm out to brace myself against the wall. I have no drug or alcohol tolerance. I'm a real "cheap date". Patrisha laughed at me and took a toke herself, then passed it back. "Hey, you got your lipstick on it! What kinda person wears lipstick on a camping trip?" I harassed her. "What kind of person wears expensive leather boots on one?", she pointed to my feet. "Touché" I said and handled her back the joint after taking another long drag. We stood there, harassing each other, and finished off that cigarette and another before heading back to camp. We both tripped and giggled our way back, holding onto each other for support along the trail. I was very pleasantly buzzed by the time we arrived at the fire. "Anybody want a drink?" Patrisha asked as she headed for the cooler, "I brought some Goldslauger". "I'll have some Southern, if you wouldn't mind getting it," I said. The guys both opted for beers. We started drinking and within the hour, everyone was feeling good. "Ok, who's up for Truth or Dare?" Patrisha asked, her eyes sparkling. The men both agreed to play and everyone looked for my reaction. I finished off my glass of whiskey and just sat there. "Am I gonna have to tickle you?" Patrisha asked and started to get out of her chair. "No, no!" I laughed, "I'll play." I knew I was gonna regret this. "Truth or Dare?" Trisha asked Dale. "Truth" he answered. "Where's the weirdest place you ever had sex?" "My old boss's office, on the floor and desk, " he said. I grinned, remembering that night. Carl got to ask me a question and I opted for truth. "What's your wildest fantasy?" I blushed in the near darkness and hoped no one could tell from the firelight. "Ummm, I'd like to watch 2 men having sex." I said Dale shook his head and laughed. Carl said "I hope you aren't wanting me to have sex with this bum!" He hit Dale in the arm. They both laughed and the questions continued. When they got back to me, it was Patrisha's turn to ask. "Truth or dare?" "Truth." "Have you ever wanted to have sex with another woman?" "Make that dare!" The laughter erupted and was loud. "Oh, come on. I wanna know," she continued. I rolled my eyes and said, "Well, I'm a pervert, you know that. Maybe. Well, not really." "That's not an answer, but we'll let it go until the next round," she said and frowned. I stood up, wobbly and announced "I gotta pee!". Everyone laughed and I started towards the bathroom. I sat there longer than I needed to, just trying to sober up and collect my thoughts. When I started out the door, I almost ran into Patrisha. "You ok?" She asked. I nodded and smiled. She stoked her fingertips across my face and said "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." "You didn't," I lied, "I really had to pee." I laughed. I stepped out of the doorway to let her pass me, and as I did, our breasts brushed. I shuddered involuntarily and she just smiled. "Want me to wait for you?" I asked. "Sure," she said thru the closed door. We walked back to camp in silence. The boys were talking and laughing as we approached. "Everything all right?" Dale asked looking at me. "Just fine," Patrisha answered. I nodded to him. We continued the game. I had made up my mind as to how I was going to handle it. When it came time for my next question. I said "Dare" right off. Carl told me to make out with Dale and grope his groin. I grinned ear to ear and said "piece of cake". We really put on a show for them; Dale grabbed my ass as I leaned over to kiss him and I rubbed his groin with my hands and ground my breasts into his chest as our tongues dueled. We kissed for several minutes before Patrisha said "Ok, ok, stop it before you two start having sex right here!" and laughed. I broke the kiss and said to her, "would that be a problem?" The game continued. My next one came from Patrisha. "I want you to dance in front of the fire." I looked at her and raised my eyebrows and stood up and shrugged my shoulders. "...Bottomless," she continued. I sat back down. "Of course if you are chicken, we can end the game right here." I looked her in the eyes. It was a direct challenge, a dare, and she knew me well enough to know that I'd have to do it now. I had always been too damned stupid to walk away from a dare. "Do I get to wear my boots?" Our eyes met and she smiled and nodded yes. I looked at Dale and then at Carl. Everyone was expressionless and waiting to see what I would do. Between the pot and the alcohol, my inhibitions were gone. I pulled off my boots and stood up. I unzipped my jeans and the guys whistled. "Shut up" I warned. They did. I pulled my jeans down off my hips and sat down, pulling each leg off at a time, then crumbled my jeans onto my lap. The air was cold on my bear ass. I reached back down and pulled on my boots. "You and those damned boots" Patrisha teased. Somehow those boots made me feel more secure and less naked. Black leather calf boots, soft as a baby's bottom and well oiled. I knew that wearing them camping was silly, but somewhere deep down I felt I needed them with me on this trip. I stood again and rolled the jeans then turned around, giving everyone a glimpse of my naked ass and sat them in my chair. I looked at Dale, then at Patrisha, and started my semi naked, drunken dance around the fire. I don't know if it was the absolute absurdity of the situation, the drugs and alcohol, or the sudden arousal I felt at my own nudity, but I started to swing my hips and ass and really get into the dance. I stopped in front of Dale and straddled one of his legs and ground my naked pussy against his thigh. He pulled me into a kiss and grabbed both my breasts and squeezed them. I broke the kiss after a minute and pulled back and resumed my dance. I paused only briefly in front of Carl and he playfully reached around and smacked my ass. I continued and stopped in front of Patrisha. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shiny. I put my hands behind my head and did a little bump and grind in front of her face. "I didn't know you shaved," she commented, breathlessly. "Yup," I said and danced back, turning my ass towards her and wiggling it and laughing. Her hands were both on my ass, squeezing and massaging. When I felt a hand between my legs, I pulled back and turned around. She reached out and grabbed my blouse, and pulled me towards her. I laughed and grinned at her. I grabbed both the arms on the chair she was sitting in, and leaned there in front of her. "Yes?" I asked, looking her hard in the eyes. She grabbed my shirt collar and started pulling me down towards her face. "This is it," I thought, "I am going to actually kiss another woman" My lips parted and I closed my eyes and promptly fell face forward onto her husband's lap! I got up quickly, noting that he has been rock hard, and profusely apologized, and blushed. The tension of the moment was broken and everyone laughed, as I fell backwards onto my naked ass. "I'm drunk," I said to people who already knew that. I scurried back to my seat, grabbed my jeans and tried unsuccessfully to put them on while still wearing my boots. I sat down, pulled the jeans back off, threw my boots high into the air after pulling them off, and quickly pulled my jeans back on. I sat down hard and looked around for my boots. "How bad do you want them?" Patrisha teased, holding my pair of boots in her hands. I walked over to her, the rough ground hurting my feet, stood in front of her, leaned down to kiss her and at the last second, turned my head and kissed her on the cheek, while grabbing my boots out of her hands, and quickly pulling away. "Hey, you cheated!" she wailed and laughed. Things started to settle down as we all finished our drinks and started arranging our bedding and things. I was grateful that Carl and Patricia had brought their own tent, instead of everyone just piling into ours. After tonight's games, that would have been a bit too much. I wondered if I was going to get a lecture or if Dale was going to be mad. I knew that watching two women together had never been a fantasy of his, unlike a lot of men. His biggest fantasy was to see me with another man, and since I wanted to see him with one as well, we had discussed a ménage a trios with a bisexual guy. It had been discussed several times, but always stayed in the 'talk about' stages. Neither of us had a problem with any of the emotional of social aspects of the suggested idea, but neither or us had pushed it yet either. That was down the road some. We both knew we'd do it someday, just not anytime soon. We undressed and crawled into the double sleeping bag we shared. He pulled me against his warm body as I shivered. He stroked my hair and kissed me. "You and Patrisha have been smoking." It wasn't a question. "Yeah," I said softly. Pause. "Are you mad at me?" "No, just be careful, ok?" "I love you, baby," I said and hugged him tightly, pressing my face against his hairy chest. Just then strange sounds invaded the dark night air. *smack**smack**smack* followed by low, deep moans. I chuckled to myself, remembering that during the truth or dare game earlier, Patrisha had confessed to a particular fetish to us all. She used to engage in phone sex a lot on a party line and had picked up this fetish while 'dating' a guy on the phone. He liked to hear her smack her pussy. At first, she said she had thought the guy was nuts, but she grew to really like it and she had Carl do it often. I had thought it a little odd, but now, hearing her moans and groans as she got her pussy smacked, I could hear she really got into it. Dale and I were laughing, trying to keep it down, then he reached down between my legs and said "If they are gonna put on a show, we should too!" I laughed, "Oh, hell yeah!" He crawled down into the sleeping bag and I felt his beard brush down my chest and stomach as he slowly kissed his way towards my now very wet pussy. It was really getting to me, listening to my friends play just a few feet away from our tent. I arched my back and let out a low howl as I felt Dale's lips brush against the lips of my pussy. He pressed his tongue slowly inside, parting my wet lips and pulling his tongue up and down from my sobbing hole up to my clit in long slow laps. "Oh god, yes!" I gasped. I heard the tent next to ours grow quiet, then some giggling, and a resume of the *smack**smack**smack*. They had obviously heard me. "Oh well," I thought, "its not like ya'll were trying to be quiet, yourselves!" I felt Dale's hand reach under my ass and lift me up towards his mouth, really digging his face into my pussy. I moaned again, forgetting about anything else, but his wonderful mouth licking and sucking at my most delicate parts. He buried his nose in my pussy and quickly shook his face back and forth, his tongue wedged deeply into me. He dug is fingers into the cheeks of my ass and I ground up into his face and screamed as my body started to shake as the first tinglings of my orgasm welled up from my pussy. My muscles contracted around his tongue and I grabbed his head in both my hand and pushed his face deeper into my trembling pussy. "Oh, oh, oh" I gasped out loud, and followed the low moans by a scream. The sounds in the next tent changed abruptly from the smacking sounds to the unmistakable noises of bodies colliding. Patrisha was having her own little moaning session and the cool night air was filled with the panting, moaning and light squeals we women were both making. Dale pulled himself up and, with one deep stroke, plunged his hard cock deep into my already dripping pussy. I wrapped both of my legs around his body and pulled his face down and kissed him deeply, my lips sucking and pulling on his tongue. He fucked me roughly and hard. His cock pulling back out of my body then thrusting deeply with each stroke. His breath was coming in gasps and I knew that it wasn't going to be long before he came. I clenched my pussy muscles around his cock, milking it. I heard Carl suddenly yell and started to giggle. Dale laughed a little laugh and keep on with what he was doing, plunging his cock harder and faster into me. I realized the noises in the next tent had ended but our own bodies slapping could still be heard, as well as my moaning and whimpering. Never being one to be quiet, and still feeling a bit drunk, I decided to milk it for all it was worth and got louder. My moans carried thru the night air. I heard a distant coyote start to howl. Laughing, I joined the coyote and let out a long howl, like a she wolf in heat. Dale's body had just started tensing and his cock jerking inside me when I let off the howl. His laugh was cut off by his body's jerking motions as his cock twitched and released its load of cum deep in my pussy. He was quiet until he finished cumming, then started laughing loudly. By The Fire "That was weird," he said with a chuckle, "I've never cum laughing before." I just pulled his lips down to mine for a brief kiss and as he rolled off me, I snuggled down close to him, resting my head against his broad chest and instantly fell asleep. I have never had a hangover in my life, no matter what or how much I have drank the night before. I woke up early feeling great, at just the crack of dawn and built a new fire. There were still some smoldering embers, so by the time I went to the bathroom, showered, and came back, the fire was starting to blaze. I figured I'd let the fire burn a while, and then get started on breakfast and have it ready before anyone woke up. I made my way down to the lake and walked out onto the concrete dock. I sat there, my chin resting on the cold metal railing and watched the morning fog drift in slow, lazy swirls across the mirror like surface of the water. I felt my mind and body relax as I stared trance-like at the beauty of the lake before me. I was lost in myself, and jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Light laughter. "I'm sorry, Leigh, I didn't mean to scare you.", Patrisha's soft, sleepy voice said. "I wasn't expecting anyone up this early." I suppressed a yawn. "Well, my head is killing me and I got up to get some aspirin and noticed you were gone," she said. I raised an eyebrow, thinking to myself that she had to have checked inside the tent to notice I wasn't there. "Your boots weren't there," she said. "Oh," I said, "So you are feeling rough, eh? I'm sorry" "Yeah, some of us do get hangovers when we drink too much, ya know." I grinned and said, "Yeah, I wouldn't know," and ducked as she feigned smacking me. She sat down on the bench next to me and rested her chin on the railing. I settled back down into where I'd be sitting and we sat in silence for a few minutes soaking in the beauty of the great outdoors. "Soooooo," she said, dragging out the word, "You and Dale have a good time last night?" "Oh yeah, except I think I may have burnt my ass when I nearly fell into the fire" I laughed. "I meant after that", she said, her eyes still focused on the lake. "Oh," I paused, "yeah," another pause "Sounded like you and Carl had fun, too" She laughed and smiled. "It was... different listening to you guys have sex." she said. I smiled to myself at the 'you guys' Yankee thing. Despite living in the South for a few years, Patrisha still clung to her Yankeeisms, and I thought she probably always would. "Yeah, it was...a little weird. Just a few feet away..." I trailed off. She rested her hand on my shoulder. I didn't move. "Ya know, the boys really hit the beer hard last night. I don't think we'll have enough for tonight and tomorrow. I think we need to send them on a beer run. Whatcha think?" she said. It was about 50 minutes, one way, to the nearest store that carried beer. That would be about a 2-hour round trip for the guys. I knew they wouldn't complain at all, as they considered that sort of thing 'fun'. But I also knew what Patrisha was asking without wanting to come on out and just say it. "Wanna fuck?" would have been so much clearer. "Well, we do still have most of the Southern and your Goldslaugher," I said. She knew I was hedging. I wondered if she'd let it go or push it. "Yeah, but they won't drink that stuff unless they have to. Don't they deserve to have something they want?" she asked softly and slowly removed her hand. "Humm, well we are assuming that they even want it. It's not like they've asked for it, ya know." I was playing with words here, but so was she. She hesitated, started to speak and then stopped. I was surprised and a little amused. She was always so self confident and here she was, thinking I either didn't get what she was saying or was purposely playing dumb or was turning her down flat. I laughed and got up. "Well, why don't we just ask them! I'm going to start breakfast," I said as I headed back towards camp. I tried to focus my mind on the task at hand, as I pulled things out of the coolers and readied the pans. But I kept thinking of those noises she had made as Carl had smacked her pussy and later when they'd had sex. She was a vocal one, too. I wondered to myself if I had the oral skills to make her whimper and groan. Why was I even thinking about it? Gods! I had never honestly even really considered it, but now, after the sexual tension of last night, I was aching with desire and the thought was running thru my head like a runaway train. Shaking my head hard, I cleared the thoughts and started cooking. By the time the bacon was crisp, Patrisha had taken a shower and was back and the men were both up and dressed. Despite all the alcohol drank last night, everyone was hungry and ate well on the bacon, scrambled eggs, and fried potatoes I had prepared. Munching hungrily, I secretly wished we could eat like this all the time. "So, what's the plan for today?" Dale asked between bites of food. I looked at Patrisha, but she stood up and grabbed the plates and started cleaning the table. Oh great, I thought, she's leaving it all up to me. I had little doubt in my mind what she wanted, but what if I was wrong? Well, if I was wrong and the guys left, there'd be no harm done, right? And if I was right, and she wanted us to play...what would I do then? I wasn't sure. I thought I wanted her, not like the want I've had for men, but desire, hot and wet, all the same. The thoughts of her moans and little whimpers still fresh in my brain was such a turn on, and she was making me so very curious. "Well, Patrisha and I were talking and ya'll are about to run out of beer. There is definitely not enough for tonight, if you are planning on more than a beer each." There. I did it. What happened next wasn't going to be my play, but I did set up the game board for it. Patrisha turned sharply and looked hard at me. I got up and started cleaning up and turned my back to her. "Well, we can't live without beer!" Carl said loudly. "Nope, gotta have beer." Dale agreed. "So, first off, we all go on a beer run?" Carl asked. "Why don't you boys go and we girls can sit around and rest some and recover from the last night's drinking?" Patrisha said. "Well Leigh never suffers hangover, wanna come with us, baby?" Dale asked. "Humm, sandwiched in a truck with 2 handsome guys, while it flies down the mountain at 90 mph?" I joked, "Naw, I may go down to the lake and get some fishing it. Someone's gotta catch dinner." I kissed Dale thru the truck window and asked him to buy me a pack of gum and stood watching as the truck pulled away, then I went back to the bench and sat down. I was rubbing my forehead with my fingertips when behind me I hear a tent zipper go down. I turned to watch Patrisha go into her tent as she said "I'm gonna lay down for a while." I turned around and crinkled my forehead in thought. Did I read something into our earlier conversation that wasn't there? Oh damn. Well, the questioning to myself of 'did I want her?' was a moot point. I cursed myself for my overactive imagination. All this time what I thought had been a come-on was just harmless flirting on her part. I had gotten myself all worked up and just about decided to go for it, and it was all for nothing. Well, shit! I grabbed the basket I had put the bottle of Southern Comfort in and rummaged in it looking for a drink. "Damn!" I said as I turned the basket upside down and still couldn't find the bottle. "What's wrong?" came from the tent. "Nothing," I replied. "What's wrong?" repeated more firmly this time. "I was looking for the SC and can't find it." I said back. "Just a second," and Patrisha came out of her tent. "You didn't have to get up. I'll find it." I said, feeling guilty. "I put it in the cooler last night. I know you like it cold," she said, as she pulled the wet and dripping bottle from the ice chest. That was very thoughtful of her, I thought to myself. Unexpected. Nice. She stopped to grab a couple of plastic cups and then handled me the bottle and the cups. "Pour me one, too?" she asked. "Sure" I said and poured us both a long double. Next to sex, cold Southern Comfort is just about my favorite thing in the world. It goes down so smoothly, I can almost drink it like Kool-Aid. I drank the glass quickly, and within a minute, was feeling the warmth spread throughout my body. "Whoa girl, you're gonna get drunk too quick if you drink like that", Patrisha laughed. "Too drunk for what?" I grinned, "The fish won't mind." "So you are going fishing?" She asked, looking into her cup. "I dunno. Still trying to figure that one out," I replied. "Aw, fuck it!" she swore and turned around. "What?" I asked "What am I going to have to do, rape you?" she turned and looked at me in the eyes. I sat there, looking down at my empty cup and wished it were full once again. "I..I...I'm not sure..." I began. I looked at her and stopped talking and just grinned. She sat her glass down on the table and stood in front of me, then lifted my head up with her hand so that I was looking into her blue green eyes. "Leigh, you are so sweet, but I swear if you play dumb with me one more time, I'm going to smack you." "Hey, you know I like the rough stuff, girl" I smarted off, fully expecting her to hit me. Instead of smacking me, she bent down and I felt her soft lips brush mine. My head swooned, slowly, and very unsure, I returned her kiss. Her tongue briefly slipped into my mouth before she broke the kiss. I sat there grinning like an idiot, and she asked "What's so funny?" "Whiskey mouth, Melissa Etheridge song words. You taste good, so soft, like Southern Comfort, oh never mind..." I ended giggling. "Just shut up," she laughed and pulled me to my feet and we kissed again. This time I was more sure of myself and as our lips met, I stroked along the side of her face and sucked on her tongue as it entered my mouth. She moaned and rested one of her hands on my breast. My body trembled and I stumbled slightly. She pulled back "The whiskey getting to you?" she asked. "No, you are," I said softly. She smiled and asked "Want to go in the tent?" "We have to use the tent?" I asked playfully. "Well, there's a mattress there." "There's a table here," I grinned. "It's cold, come on, get in the fucking tent," she ordered, laughing. I followed her into the tent and sat down next to her as she lay down. She pulled off her sweater and reached around and undid her bra letting her breasts free. They were larger than I'd have thought and she had huge very dark areolas and nipples. Her nipples were hard and the size of marbles. She unzipped her jeans and pulled them off with her panties and kicked off her socks using her feet. She lay back down, fully naked and put her hands behind her head. I just sat there, my eyes roaming over her body, taking in each curve, as I slowly looked her up and down. "Leigh, you can't just sit there all day looking. Come here," she laughed softly and held her hand out to me. She pulled me down into another kiss and as we kissed, I started unbuttoning my blouse and then unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down. I pulled back and swore softly, "oh shit," and reached down and tugged my boots off. She laughed loudly and said, "those boots!" and pulled me back down onto her body. She reached around and unfastened my bra and pulled my breasts from it. She held them in both hands and then lifted one towards her mouth and softly sucked on the nipple. I closed my eyes and realized that it felt almost exactly like having a man suck my nipples. "No", she said, "I want you to open your eyes and watch. I don't want you fantasizing about some guy". There comes a point in any situation where you either toss your lot in 100% or you hold back. I made the decision then and there that I was gonna go for it. "Hon, this is great but what I'd really like to do..." I pulled back away from her, stripped the rest of my clothes off, and lowered myself until I was just above her groin. "Oh god, yes" was all she said. "Have patience with me, ok? I'm new at this," and without another word, I spread her legs with my hands and lowered my head between her thighs and started a slow lapping with my tongue up her inner thighs. I stopped when I reached her pussy. I could see the tiny droplets of moisture gathered in the hairs near her slit. I pulled my head back and then lapped up the other thigh, this time going up and across her mound, running my tongue thru her dark blonde pubic hairs. She was moaning softly and squirming a bit and I decided it was time to get my first taste of another woman's pussy. I ran my tongue around her slit, where I had noticed the moisture just seconds before, then with both thumbs, I parted her pussy lips and lapped up from her now dripping hole to her clit. The taste was electric in my mouth, musky and sweet and thick. I breathed in deep and then with my lips, grabbed her clit and tugged. I started sucking on it and rolling my tongue around, my chin rubbing against her wet slit. I sucked for a few minutes then went back to lapping around her pussy, licking up all the wetness that had formed then stuck my tongue as far into her hole as I could. She went wild, puling my head down further so that my face was smashed against her wetness. I grinned into her pussy. She was enjoying this, I thought happily to myself, and so am I. Pushing my tongue in and out, like a small, wet, flexible cock, I tongue fucked her as I used my right thumb to rub her clit. She was moaning louder and squeezing her breasts. I took my free hand and dipped my fingers into her wetness. I wasn't sure how she was going to react to what I was about to do, but at that point, I was enjoying too much not to try it. I took my now wet left hand and started stroking under her ass. It caused her to push up into my face and I licked harder. Slowly, I pushed my middle finger into the puckered opening of her ass, when it had just barely started in, I stopped and keep up the motion of my tongue up and down now, on her flowing pussy, drinking and swallowing her juices. She pushed down onto my finger with an "Oh yeah, god Leigh" and with a small smile buried in her pussy, I began to finger fuck her ass harder. Her hips were bucking and I was having a hard time licking where I wanted to lick and thumbing her clit. I gave up on the thumbing and planted my lips against her clit and worked my finger deeper and faster in her ass. I had the feeling that she was going to be coming soon, but wasn't sure. She pushed my head into her pussy with both hands and squealed as I sucked her clit once again. I shoved my finger completely up her ass hard, pulled back, then quickly added my index finger and pushed both back inside her ass. That was enough to bring her to the edge. She screamed and her entire body started thrashing and shaking. I held on and kept sucking and finger fucking her ass as she came, her juices soaking my chin and dripping down my chest. Her movements slowed and then stopped. My lifted my head and slowly withdrew my fingers and sat up. My face glistened with her juices. I ran my tongue across my lips. "God, that was.. god," she gasped. I grinned, embarrassed. "Let me catch my breath, then it's your turn," she said. "You don't have to. I mean I really enjoyed.." and made a motion with my hand. "Nope, you're not getting out of it that easy. I've never went down on a bare pussy before," she said She playfully pushed me down then started slowly kissing me once again. I kissed her back, very aware that my mouth tasted of her pussy juices. She pulled back and with one motion, I felt her mouth on my pussy. I gasped out loud and moaned. "Watch me, don't close those pretty green eyes," she demanded. I hadn't even been aware I had them closed. I looked down to see one of the most erotic things I had ever seen in my life. My friend, a woman, her face wet with my juices, licking up and down on my pussy with her little pink tongue. When her tongue hit my clit, I let out a small scream. I was so hot and so very worked up, I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, if she kept licking. As if reading my thoughts, she pulled away from my clit and started softly biting my pussy lips. My body spasmed and I reached my hands down and started fondling her breasts, my fingers tugging at her large, still erect nipples. When she started tugging my lips out away from my body with her mouth, I lost my concentration and let go of her nipples and settled back down to watching her suck and lick my pussy. Patrisha had told me she had been with a few women before, and there was no doubt in my mind that she knew what she was doing. Her expert tongue and mouth had worked me up into a lather. I knew that unless she was swallowing my flowing juices, either her or Carl one would be sleeping on a wet spot later tonight. "I'm close" I warned her. Using both hands, she pulled my pussy lips far apart and with the flat of her tongue, licked in long laps up and down, grazing my clit with each stroke. "Please.." I moaned, the noises I had been making growing louder. "Please what?" she stopped long enough to ask before continuing her slow licking up and down my slick pussy. "Please...please..make me cum...please" I said incoherently. She stuck a finger into my pussy and started pumping hard in and out. She grabbed my clit between her lips and sucked. That was all it took for me to start squealing as my body started jerking uncontrollably. I felt my pussy contracting around her fingers and I pushed against her head, savoring the feel of her mouth sucking my clit as I came in a long, howling moan. She kept sucking after my body had stopped it's twitching. I pushed her head. She just ignored it and keep sucking, her finger still pumping into my now sopping hole. "Stop, come on, stop, enough already" I said breathlessly. My clit was tender and sensitive now. The pressure from her sucking mouth was beginning to hurt. "Cum again and I'll stop," she said to me, her voice muffled. "I can't." "Oh yes, you can," with that she changed position of her tongue and hand, her fingers now rubbing my clit, her tongue now buried in my slick hole, lapping deep inside me. I arched my back and felt the tension building up again. She was right; I was going to cum again. Her mouth never stopped. When she paused her tongue fucking, she would suck at my pussy, drawing out the streaming juices and drinking them down, her fingers never easing off my aching clit. When I came again, I was sure I'd awaked every coyote within a 100 miles with my howl. I held her head against my pussy and ground up into her face, unable and unwilling to hold back any longer. My body didn't stop shaking for several minutes, my breathing deep and fast. Finally, the trembling was over. "You can let go now," I heard her laugh. "Oh geez, I'm sorry, girl," I said as I realized I still held her head down with my hand. She crawled up alongside of me and we kissed again. The intermingling of our juices was a heady drink, and the kiss was slow and deep and passionate. My head was swimming and my heart still racing. When we broke from the kiss, I sat up and started to get dressed. "You might want to hit the showers first," Patrisha suggested, "Your whole body smells like me." "Good idea. Wanna join me?" I asked, smiling. By The Fireside A warm smell from the oil burner, a musk fragrance, slowly fills the air. The room is softly lit with four candle placed on the corners of the rug that has been spread out, with a small pillow at one end. On the floor by the rug is a container of hot water with a bottle of oil warming in it. Playing softly on the cd player is the sound of a water fall with the outdoor sounds of leaves rustling, birds singing with sweet orchestral accompaniment. The warmth in the room is generated by a log fire burning slowly off to the side. The glow from the candles mixed with the glow from the fire gives the room an eerie flickering effect on the walls. Two wine glasses, half filled are near the pillow on the floor, with the bottle of wine next to them. We are seated in the middle of the rug, facing each other with our legs crossed, both still fully dressed. There is an air of expectation, with neither one of us sure of who should make the first move. Our eyes are locked with each other. Without a word being spoken we both reach out to hold each others hands. There is a somewhat clumsy approach as we try to organise how to hold hands. The tension is broken as we both laugh at our own awkwardness. Having broken the tension, we reach over for our glasses, taking another sip of the wine, we talk softly about the wine, and the room, there is no real meaning to the words that are spoken. After a sip of wine, we place the glasses back by the bottle. I gentle pull you up to a kneeling position, our noses millimetres apart. I can feel the warmth from your breath as you breath in and out. Gently tipping our heads to one side our lips touch for the briefest of kisses. I reach out to unbutton your blouse, fumbling with the buttons as my hands respond and act like they are all thumbs. You reach out and start to unbutton my shirt, having similar problems with the fumbling. As I reach the last button on the shirt, I lean forward to gently kiss you. As our lips part, I fold your shirt off your shoulder, leaving you with your bra on, while you have done the same to my shirt. I put my arms around you, pulling you close to my chest, our breathing is very heavy, as the expectation increases. Gently I pull you to your feet, while reaching around you to undo your bra strap at the back. Again our lips touch for a moment. Your bra remains on your shoulders as you lean forward for a longer, deeper kiss. The warmth from our bodies is exchanged from head to foot. Softly I whisper into your ear that I am going to give you the longest, slowest sensual massage you have ever experienced. As we part, I pull the bra straps from your shoulders, exposing your beautiful breasts, your nipples both erect. I reach down for our glasses of wine, before we both finishing undressing ourselves. For a moment we both stop and look at each others nakedness. I ask you to lie face down, your head on the pillow. The room temperature is perfect, but as I reach for the oil I see that your body is covered in goose bumps, not from the cold but from the anticipation of the forth coming massage. I check to the temperature of the oil by pouring a small amount into my hand. Your eyes are closed. Without warning I hold the bottle above the middle of your back and pour several large drop lets onto the middle of your back. You react with a start, before settling back onto the rug. Slowly I rub the oil from the middle of your back to the top of your shoulders, moving slowly with firm strokes, spreading the oil with my fingers and palms. I run my thumb down your spine from your shoulders to the base. In small circles, I work my way up your back on either side of your spine. With my palms on either side of your spine, I slide my hands down your back. Your breathing is relaxed as I apply some more oil onto each of your buttock cheeks and down each leg in a single line. The oil starts to run either side of the leg that it has been poured onto. I quickly replace the oil to the warmer before returning to rub the oil into your buttocks and legs. After spreading the initial oil over your skin, I return to your buttocks cheeks, making circles with my finger tips on each cheek. My hand glide over your skin with no resistance, the flesh moving backwards and forwards with each stroke. Gently I move my stroking to the tops of your legs. I move my position down to be beside your legs, making it easier for me to reach you. My hands work on your left leg, working across from the outside of your leg to the inner. As my hands reach the inner part of the top of your leg, you part them as my hand massages down the middle. The side of my hand brushes against your moist pussy, and you shudder slightly as I apply more pressure with the backward stroke. With increasing strokes, I change the stroking to move up and down the top of your leg, moving down the outside to the back of your knee, then up the inside to your bottom. With each passing stroke, I make sure that I come in contact with your pussy, rubbing one or two fingers through the outer folds. The crackling from the fire occasionally can be heard over the music. There is a need to change to the other side, so I gently straddle both your legs, and as I do so, my pussy rubs across the backs of your legs. Your look around with a smile on your face, before settling back into place. I reach for your wine and place it close to your hand, before taking a sip from my own glass. I return to massaging your right leg. I repeat the same stroking that I did on your left leg. As each stroke comes back to the top of your leg, I feel you lift yourself, pushing against my hands. With each stroke reaching the top of your leg, you spread your legs wider, hoping that I will stroke your pussy. I am enjoying teasing you, making sure that my hands come close, but that with each stroke, you are never sure which time my hand will stroke your pussy. After teasing you with this stroking for sometime, I ask you to roll over and sit up. Reluctantly you turn over and sit up, and I hand you your glass of wine. As you sip the wine, I lean down and start to suck on your toes. You react by trying to pull away, as the first sensation is that it tickles, but I have a good grip on your foot so that you just have to enjoy the sensation. Very quickly the sensation changes from a tickle to pure pleasure, a feeling that you have not known before. You lie down on your back, your head on the pillow, enjoying the feeling as I gentle suck on each toe, firstly on your right foot and then on your left foot. As I look up, I see your eyes are closed, so I run my tongue up the sole of your right foot, the feeling of which makes your pull away very strongly before you start to laugh. You sit up quickly and look me straight in the eye, half laughing half annoyed at the suddenness of the sensation on your foot. I smile back at you oh so innocently, before recharging the glasses, reaching for the wine and refilling the glasses. As I am still at your feet, I am able to look up your body, admiring it in all it's nakedness. I reach over for the oil, pouring a thin line up one leg, across your stomach and back down the other leg to your ankle. Still a little wary, you lay back down, your toes cured under, hoping that I will leave the souls of your feet alone, you have a very wry smile on your face. With two quick and long stroke, I cover the distance between your ankles and your thighs, spreading oil over your legs. The oil is glistening in the light from the candles. Gently I massage the fronts of your legs, working slowly to your knees. Getting over your knee caps with fluid motions is difficult, especially the way they move from side to side. Before I am able to massage your thighs, I have to move along side you. Starting with the the left thigh, I massage from your knee to the top of your thigh, with long measured strokes, moving all over the exposed flesh. Your eyes are closed, and with each stroke towards your pussy, your breathing becomes more heavy. On one of my upward strokes, you part your legs slightly, exposing a pink and wet clitoris, you let out a soft moan as my oily fingers rub gently over your clitoris. I move away from your pussy downward to your knee, before swapping over and starting to massage the other thigh. Your breathing is deep and relaxed as I smooth the skin on your thigh. A musky sweet smell has been added to the room as I am massaging your thighs as I breath in the scent from your womanhood. I am dearly tempted to stick my tongue into your pussy to be able to taste the pleasure that await. With a great deal of will power, I take another sip of wine, hoping dearly that a distraction will help to keep my mind on the massage. My pussy aching from the pressure that has built up for so long, and there is fluid running down between my legs as I want to plunge my tongue into your waiting pussy that is so close but yet ... Another sip of wine, an even deeper breathe, the scent even stronger. I put the wine glass down. Now is not the time for distractions, but there is a need that has to be met. I gently touch the tip of your clitoris with my finger, before applying more pressure as I rub it in small, gentle circles. Your breathing changes very quickly from being even and deep to shallow and fast, it is not long before your stomach muscles tighten as the first wave from your orgasm roles through your body. Having stopped for a little self indulgence, I return to the oil bottle, as you open your eyes, looking at me, indicating that I could spend more time playing. I choose to go back to the oil and the massage, there is still the rest of your body and your breast to go, most important to finish the job that has been started. I reassure you that I will return to your pussy, that there is still plenty of attention that can be paid down there. With oil bottle in hand, I didn't think to check the temperature of the oil, by this time the heat in the water and the oil has completely gone. I open the bottle, hold it high above your belly and pour a reasonable amount out, hitting both breasts in the process. Not surprisingly you let out a shout of protest, but the cold oil on your hot skin brings out an array of gooses bumps and makes your nipples go harder than they were before. The initial coldness goes very quickly, especially as I manage to spread it with my warm hands. There are many different ways to massage your chest, but I feel it best to tease you as much as I can. Your nipples are hard and could do with a little softening, however, I want you to be really desperate for me to massage you breasts, so I pay considerable attention to your stomach, neck and shoulders, always coming close to your nipples but moving quickly elsewhere. Finally, I grasp both nipples in my greasy fingers, running them around the areola and down over your breasts before going back to pull gently on each nipple. Your breathing is very distorted by now as you are really horny from all the oil and massaging. Having been all over your body with my oily hands, you are completely covered in oil, glistening in the candle light. I rub the excess oil from my hands, have a sip of wine before leaning back for a moment to admire your body. As I return to your body you open your eyes and we make eye contact again. For a moment neither of us moves, we just exchange smiles. I place my glass down and move down your body with my hands, heading towards your feet. I tell you I need to reposition myself again, getting into a more comfortable position to be able to reach your legs and feet again. Once down at your feet, I fiddle around getting into comfortable position. I watch your chest as you breath in and out, watching your breast rise and fall with each breath. I reach out and touch the top of your thigh with the palm of my hand. I can feel the warmth from your legs with my touch. I return to the massaging that I had been doing before, stroking up your leg and then down again. Following my stroking, you instinctively open your legs, allowing me to touch your exposed clitoris with my finger. I can see your pussy is very wet, and I look over to see you have closed your eyes again. I get up onto my knee, leaning forward so that my tongue can reach in and start to lick your pussy. You open your legs, allowing me full access to your extremely wet pussy, your breathing sounds very loud as I slide my tongue down into your opening, tasting for the first time the scent I had experienced earlier. The taste of your womanhood is fantastic, and I am able to use my tongue to bring you quickly to a second orgasm, followed by another one shortly after. Your stomach muscles tighten and your whole body seems to tense up as the waves of pleasure ripple through your body as you come down from your shuddering orgasm.