28 comments/ 70860 views/ 24 favorites Fire By: scrummie The last thing I remember before going to sleep was that it was hot. The kind of scorching, dry heat that not enough water in the world can quench. I was sleeping nude to try and maintain some normal body temperature, my old fan slowly pushing hot air around the room. I thought I would never fall asleep. The first thing I thought upon waking up was that somehow, it had gotten worse. I felt like my skin was on fire and that I was burning up from the inside; and then I tried to breathe. My lungs had tiny fires burning all over them and my throat was filled with razors that cut the air. After a few moments of blind panic I realized that the building must be on fire and grade school memories began to come back to me. Get on the floor, the air is cooler down there. Don't breath too deeply, the smoke can damage your lungs. Crawl towards the door, but put your hand on it first to see if it's hot. The door was very hot and I remember thinking that there was something about a towel I should be remembering before the pain in my lungs started to blanket out my thoughts. Then there was a loud noise and suddenly I was airborne. Someone was carrying me through the building and down the stairs, I was handed off to someone else and all of a sudden we were outside and the air was still warm but free of those killing knives. Whoever was carrying me set me down at the back of an ambulance and left. I know it was silly after just having my life saved, but I was suddenly conspicuously conscious of my nudity. Apparently everyone else had thought to wear pajamas before getting rescued, I was the only one in the nude. Normally I'm not shy about my body, although I'm too short to be a supermodel, I'm content with my looks. However, it felt like I could feel everyone looking at me, and while it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, I did feel mildly inappropriate. Just as I was looking around for something to pull over my body an EMT appeared, grinned at me and then reached around me to grab something. Her arm brushed against my bare shoulder and the contact sent sparks shooting down my body. "Here, put this on". She had a low voice that went with the broad shoulders and spiky hair, "My name's Casey, let me take your vitals, make sure you're ok." I put on the white doctor's coat she handed me and considered that just as my concern about my nudity had been slightly absurd, so were the feelings of lust that were coming over me for this woman. Despite being covered up almost to my knees by the coat, I managed to feel sensual knowing that it was only a thin coat between the world and me, between Casey and me. Meanwhile, my EMT was talking as she took my pulse, listened to me breath and wrote things down on a pad of paper. "Rough luck about the fire, although I think they contained most of it on the first floor where it started. I overheard the fire fighters saying it was mostly smoke damage on the upper floors; that's where they found you, right?" I nodded, still not trusting my throat enough to talk. I shouldn't have worried, Casey kept on going. "Ok, take as deep of a breath as you can for me, good. Now another." Her hands were cool on my shoulder as she moved the stethoscope from my chest to my back, but she left them there longer than she needed to. "Ok, I've got a few more people to see, but then I'll be riding back to the hospital with you. Stay put and I'll send someone over with something for your throat." She briefly ran over hand down my arm and then left. I remained perched on the edge of the ambulance, still only wearing the coat, watching everyone move about. When someone needed something else from the back of the truck, I hopped down and the coat shifted over my breasts. I was all ready slightly aroused, that did it for my nipples. Despite the heat, they became hard and sensitive and as I saw Casey come strolling back over to me I began to get that familiar heat. "Well, we've got to get you to the hospital, I'm a little concerned about your lungs. You can also get some food, a shower and we might even be able to find you something else to wear. I'll need my coat back then" Again, she winked. I was surprised and tried a sentence, "It's yours?" I said, pointing to the coat. She grinned, "Oh, yea, I'm a med student. I'm on the ambulance/Emergency Room rotation right now. They like the students to get the full picture, so we go out with the crews on calls and then stay with the patient at the hospital. That's why I bring the coat, I just don't wear it on runs because it tends to confuse people about who's really in charge. Come on, hop up, we've got to get moving." She jumped into the back and then grabbed my hand and pulled me in after her, we sat next to each other on the cramped bench in the back. There were a few other people in with us; I wasn't paying them too much attention. Casey had stretched her arm out on the bench behind me and due to the cramped quarters I was pushed right up against her side. She was taller than I was by a good few inches; we actually fit together that way rather well, which did nothing to quell the heat building inside of me. A few dry hours earlier, I wouldn't have said it was possible, but I was slowly becoming soaked between my legs, an embarrassing occurrence considering I was wearing Casey's coat. During the ride she managed to get my personal information out of me, my name was Josephine Roberts (but everyone calls me Nina), I was 24, a PhD candidate at the state university, I was around 5'3" and 130 pounds and I did have health insurance. My throat became less painful by the minute; helped by the drink another EMT had handed me earlier. Our arrival at the hospital was sudden and chaotic, but Casey cut through it all like a pro; holding me by the hand I was swept along in her wake. One minute we were in the middle of the central ER lobby, surrounded by screaming patients and bustling nurses and the next we were alone in a sort of locker room. I asked, giving her a quizzical look, "Should I be out there...?" She replied casually, "I figured you would want a shower and some clothes first. It's going to take a while for the chaos to calm down." Saying that, she tossed me a towel and jerked her thumb at a row of shower stalls on the far wall, "There's soap on the walls in there; it's nothing fancy but it does the trick. When you finish, there's some scrubs on the shelves, just grab whatever size you need." She then grabbed her own towel and headed towards one of the other showers. I showered quickly, the water felt too good on my skin and I was afraid I'd start to moan with pleasure and it hit my still hard nipples. I emerged wrapped in the towel and almost giggled about how I had been in public without clothes for longer than I ever had before. Granted, I was covered for most of it, but still. I swallowed the laugh, not wanting to hurt my throat, and began to look for the small sizes of scrubs. Of course, they were on the top shelf and as I was straining to reach them without dropping the towel I felt a sudden heat behind me. Casey had come quietly out of the shower and stood behind me; she was also only wearing a towel. She reached up and then stopped, and once again ran her right hand down my arm. Only this time, there was no white coat between her hand and my skin. I shivered slightly. That was enough of a sign for her and she dropped her head and began to kiss that wonderful spot where the shoulder meets the neck. I tipped my head left to give her better access, as well as to send the signal that I was more than happy about what was happening. She reacted appropriately by bringing her other hand up and running it up and down my other arm, and then over my towel covered midriff. Her kisses were still light on my neck, but as soon as her hand hit my nipples I shook almost violently. I turned abruptly in her arms and kissed her mouth with feeling. My towel was gone at that point and she put her hand on my bottom, kneading and grasping me closer to her. I became desperate for the feel of her body and separated us just enough to yank off her towel. Her breasts were larger than mine and I started to reach for them, but she got to mine first. She spun me around to have better access to them, pulling my back into her chest and I realized that she had us facing the mirror in the locker room now. As I watched, her hands were massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples, pulling and squeezing all while she looked directly into my eyes in the mirror. As the pleasure became too much and I started bucking my hips in frustration, her left hand slipped down my stomach and began to tease me through my curls. Her hand was deft, perhaps she would end up a surgeon, and long fingers danced gracefully over my clit and into the center of my heat. She grinned when she found out how wet I was and remarked, almost casually, "Enjoying yourself?" I was gasping for breath at this point and started to respond in kind, "Only a little", but I never finished the last word as she reached down farther and sunk a finger into me. Time stopped just a little as I froze with how good that felt, and then almost cried out when she took her finger away. I was overjoyed when it was replaced with two fingers and when those two fingers started moving in and out I went a little wild. Her right arm was now snug about my waist holding me to her, I hadn't realized how strong she was. She seemed to realize that I didn't want it slow, however, and her thumb teased my clit until I was incoherently moaning and babbling with pleasure. All the while, she was watching me in the mirror, anchored by the waist, catching my eye whenever I managed to open them. Unexpectedly, her thumb pushed hard in on my clit as her fingers thrust deeper and I came in waves on her hand. Her arm remained an anchor around me as I trembled in delight; she then sat down upon the bench and held me in her lap. I clung to her in relief, the release of the night's tension was great and I felt drained. She held me for a while longer, but then set me aside as she got up to get me some clothes. "I should get back to work now, they'll have been wondering where I got to...well, only some of them will wonder once they see you." Her grin was familiar this time, I smiled in response. She also put on a pair of clean scrubs, but then tucked a piece of paper into my pocket. She said, almost vulnerably, "That's got my number on it, call me if you want to hang out again." I looked her in the eye and said, "Don't worry, I will." (This is my first submission, constructive criticism is more than welcome.) Fire Sparks shoot up from the golden flames as a log shifts on the pile, the flames hungrily licking at the newly exposed piece, the woman curled on the rug before the fireplace jumping slightly at the sudden noise in an otherwise silent room, her thoughts briefly interrupted as she glances at the fire. Stretching her legs slightly she eases herself down onto the rich soft fur beneath her, sighing softly as it gently tickles against her warm flesh. Turning onto her side, arm bent at her elbow as she rests her head in the palm of her hand, she gazes at the crackling flames as her mind drifts off once more. Lashes dropping to rest against flushed cheeks as her eyes turn inwards, she sees only her lover, her thoughts racing back to the last time she was in his arms. A soft sigh escapes her parted lips as her hand slides gently against her hip, nails scraping lightly at the exposed flesh of her thigh, in her mind she sees her lovers hands on her body, her own hand imitating his actions. The warm glow of the fire dances across her skin as her hand slides lower, dipping down further past her skirt, fingers pressing harder against the skin as her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breath rushing past her full parted lips. Moaning low in her throat, her hand starts to slide higher on her body, fingers seeking nipples that push against the restricting fabric of her shirt, nipples made hard by the images in her mind, a lovers lips locked around the small bud, sucking it deeper within his moist mouth, a lovers fingers tugging hard against the tiny nub, stretching it from her body. Her back arching as her hand roams over her breasts, she lightly drops back against the fur rug, her free hand now lifting to join it's twin as it teases and torments her hard nipples. Groaning softly as her hands wander lower, fingers slipping up under her shirt, nails flicking against the bare skin beneath. Arching her back higher as her teeth sink into her lower lip, her fingers inching higher along her body, tips reaching out to rub against the underside of a silk covered breast. Slowly lowering her body back against the rug her fingertip trails up over her breast to slowly circle a hard nipple through the lace, her mind seeing her lovers tongue as it travels over her body, leaving moist trails in it's path. Tongue flicking out against her swollen lip, her hands push her shirt higher on her body, the material bunching up beneath her chin, nails flicking against her nipples, tugging at the lace that covers them, pictures playing through her mind, her lover bent over her as he drags on the hard buds with his teeth, his hands roaming over her body, drawing the pleasure from her. Pushing the lace aside, her fingers tug and pull harder on the aching buds, in her mind all she sees is her lovers mouth covering the buds, teeth lightly nipping at the hard flesh as he tugs them away from her body, up into his eager mouth. Leaving one hand to torment her aching breasts, she slides the other lower on her body, fingers dipping under the hem of her skirt, trailing lower, legs spreading slightly in anticipation, a low moan sounding in her throat as a nail brushes against her sensitive clit as it lays hidden beneath her lace panties, fingertip pausing to press harder against the aching bud. Eyes closed tight, her mind lost in memories, her lovers hands wandering all over her flesh, tongue trailing in their wake, her moans growing louder as her own hands mimic her absent lovers touch. Teeth sinking into her lower lip, her head thrown back as her fingers lift to slip into her panties, dipping lower, teasing against her clit, one nail flicking gently against the sensitive bud. Low moans fill the room as her nail scrapes lightly against the swollen bud, teasing and tormenting it pleasurably as her body writhes against the fur rug beneath her. Her groans grow louder as her fingers dip lower, sliding easily along her moist lips, a finger pressing down, slipping between them to rub teasingly around her entrance. With one hand still squeezing at her breasts, she moves the other against her aching pussy, fingers gliding smoothly against her slippery skin. Her only thoughts are those of her lover, visions of his head dipping between her parted thighs, his hands slipping up to cup her full breasts, squeezing them gently in time with his tongue as it laps slowly at her slick sex. Her hands move over her body, desperately trying to re-enact her lovers actions, moving feverishly against her heated flesh. A low whimper of frustration escapes her lips as the tight fabric prevent her fingers from slipping deeper, sighing softly she lifts her hand from her panties, her fingers glistening with her juices, the light from the fire dancing across the shimmering surface. Eyes still closed against the light, her hand lifts to her lips, one long finger reaching out to run across her lower lip, her juices spreading easily against the soft flesh. Quickly flicking her tongue out against her lip, her moans grow louder as the first taste of her own juices registers, her hand lifts again, fingers lightly touching against her mouth, as her tongue darts out to slide along them. Growling softly to herself, she slowly eases her fingers between her lips, in her mind she sees her lovers hand gently pressing against her mouth, her lover coaxing her to taste herself, to lose herself in the pleasures that he offers. Her body shifts restlessly against the rug as her panties rub against her swollen clit, thighs pressing together tightly to try and ease the pressure as her fingers press deeper into her mouth, tongue swirling against them as she thoroughly licks them clean. Sighing softly as she withdraws her now clean fingers from her mouth, her hands roam down over her body once more, fingers dipping to grip the hem of her skirt, pushing the thin material up over her thighs. Wriggling her ass against the fur, her hands tug the tight skirt higher, bunching the material around her waist, exposing her moist panties to the warm air, her damp curls faintly visible through the now transparent material. Her hands drop back to her panties, a long nail trailing against the edges teasingly, her fingertip sliding effortlessly across the moist patch, nail pressing down against her aching clit as it pushes up against the snug material. Arching her back against the rug as small tingles of pleasure begin to spread from her clit, her hands lift to her hips, fingers slipping into her panties, curling against the material as she slowly begins to lower them down over her ass. Her face lights up with a smile of pure pleasure as her mind replays the scene in her head, her lover gently gripping her panties in his large hands, smoothly tugging them down past her thighs and over her ankles to carelessly toss them to the side. Her own hands now sliding her panties down her legs as she watches the scene in her mind, mirroring the movements of her missing lover. Soft delicate hands drift back along the silky smooth flesh of her legs, yet to her it feels like the large rough calloused hands of her strong, yet gentle lover. Her thoughts so focused on memories that her body can feel only his touch, her hands are no longer the hands she feels. Slender fingers dip between her parted thighs, sliding easily against her slick pussy lips, they press eagerly against the moist barrier, driving deeper, searching for the hidden treasures within. Lips parting on a sigh as one finger slides deeper, pushing into the warm moist opening, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she slowly eases the digit back and forth, her body adjusting to the intrusion. Low moans fill the room as her finger continues its teasing, the feather light touch to her the touch of her lovers tongue as it dips in and out of her body, teasing and tormenting her with its skill. Her body moves restlessly against the rug, fingers slipping easily against her drenched pussy, her palm pressing closer to her clit, the swollen bud sensitive to the slightest touch, a low hiss passing her lips as her hand brushes against the little nub. One hand drops to the floor, fingers shifting restlessly over the rug, clenching and unclenching against the thick fur. Whimpering softly, her finger delving deeper inside her, her other hand jerks slightly, fingertips bumping against something hard on the rug. Her head turns slightly, her eyes blinking as she strains to focus on the object, a soft gasp escapes her lips as her fingers curl around the neck of the wine bottle she discarded earlier. A grin splits her features, purely wicked in it's origins, her mind whirling with ideas as she draws the warm object closer to her taut body. Tongue flicking out to slip along her lower lip, her eyes lock on the bottle as she giggles softly to herself. Lifting the bottle to rest against her stomach, she sighs softly as the warm glass presses against her heated flesh, her hand slips lower, fingers stretching to grip the bottles slim base. Sliding her finger free of it's moist imprisonment, she lifts it to run slowly along the bottles neck, grinning as it slips easily against the smooth surface. Small blunt teeth lower to her lip, sinking into the swollen flesh as she grips the bottle tighter, moving it against her body as she lowers it to rub teasingly across her swollen clit. A low moan sounds deep in her throat as the tip of the bottle brushes over her clit, the smooth glass sliding easily against the slick bud, fingers gripping the bottle tight as she slowly presses it down onto the hard nub. Lips parting as a harsh gasp is forced through them, her hips bucking up against the bottle, thighs parting more, her pussy opened to the warm air as the tip of the bottle slides easily against her slippery sex. Gasping softly she tilts the bottle slightly, the tip pressing against her opening, pushing harder, lips parting to allow the bottle to enter, a low growl sounding in her throat as the bottle slides easily inside her pussy. Her growl turning to a deep groan as the neck slides deeper, stretching her as the bottle widens, head thrown back, thrashing against the rug as she pushes the bottle that extra inch, driving it as deep as her body will allow. Chest heaving as her breathing quickens, she slowly slides the bottle back out, the tip still enclosed within it's moist prison. Gripping the bottle in one hand, she inches it slowly back into her waiting pussy, sliding it effortlessly against her slick walls, her free hand lifting, a finger reaching out to press against her aching clit, hissing sharply between her teeth at the slight pressure. Both hands moving in rhythm, one stroking as the other pumps, her hips starting to lift from the rug, pushing against the bottle as she drives it deeper, eyes closed tight as she allows her mind to drift once more. No longer does she feel the rigid bottle as it pounds into her body, instead it is her lovers hard cock she envisions, his body covering hers as he skilfully makes love to her. Soft whimpers sound in the room as her fingers fly over her clit, rubbing the aching nub hard and fast, pressing down against it teasingly, her hips bucking up to meet her touch. Knuckles white with the effort of clenching the bottle tight, she continues to pound it deeper into her gripping pussy, sucking noises filling the room, combining with her whimpers as she moves her wrist faster. Her teeth clench together tightly as her body arches up off the rug, her hand still racing against her clit, her eyes closed tight as the first tingles of her orgasm begin to spread throughout her body. Hips jerking faster against the bottle as she races towards her goal, her harsh cry filling the room as she reaches the pinnacle of her orgasm, her lovers name passing her lips longingly, hands still moving against her body as she rides her orgasm out to the end, her wrist still slowly pumping the bottle as her body collapses back onto the rug. Her hand slowly tugs on the bottle, pulling it from her body to drop onto the floor, her hand lifting slightly, before falling back down to rest limply against the rug. Leisurely creeping up her body, her other hand makes it's way to her mouth, her tongue flicking out for one last taste of herself, before she lays back on the rug with a sigh of contentment. Slowly her focus returns to the room, the fire having died down to embers long ago, in the dim light she blinks several times, her arms lifting above her head as she stretches, smiling happily to herself she settles back against the fur, her head turning slightly away from the fire, eyes widening and a small gasp escaping her lips as she focuses on the doorway. Her skin flushes as she spies her lover leaning against the doorjamb, his eyes locked on her sated body, one eyebrow lifts as a small smile spreads across his face, his voice low as he whispers ' You started without me baby? ' Shaking his head as he chuckles to himself, he slowly makes his way over to the fire, sinking onto the rug next to his love to remind her exactly how his body feels against hers. His warm breath washes over her flushed skin as he leans against her ear to whisper ...... ' Let me show you how it's really done...' Fire It had turned a bit chilly and I was glad that I remembered to pack a sweater on this trip. I returned to the fire pit just in time to see Nick and Valerie walking away toward their tent, arms around each other. I smiled after them, glad to see time away from kids and work had brought them back to looking like the couple I remember so much from college. I sat myself back down on the very end of the large log that was near the fire pit, putting a large amount of space between myself and Cloe and Vince. I was determined to finish my beer before I headed back to my cold tent to pass the evening hearing everyone have sex except for me. It looked like Cloe and Vince were halfway there themselves; Cloe's legs draped over Vince's and his hand working up and down her thigh, sliding under her shorts a little further every time. They were kissing deeply, and I tried to look at them sideways so I wouldn't be caught openly staring. A log in the fire popped loudly, making Cloe jump and laugh loudly. "Jen!" she exclaimed, pushing off of Vince slightly and smoothing her hair. "I didn't know you were coming back," she said, leaving the comment a little open ended, probably hoping to hear that I was leaving to go to sleep soon. I smiled and held up my beer, using the bottle to gesture to them. "Don't you two worry. I just want to finish my beer." I took a swig and looked into the fire, feeling kind of smug that they had to wait just because of me. I could feel Vince glaring at me, and I glared back while taking a very small drink of my beer. I knew I was being a bitch about it, and if I needed any kind of confirmation it was clear on Vince's face. But sweet Cloe wasn't having it, and she hit Vince on the arm and started up some conversation. I heard Vince breathe out of his nose in frustration, and he got up and walked into the woods, more than likely to relieve himself and punch a tree. I could understand his frustration; Cloe was a beautiful girl. With her long, dark hair, pale skin, full lips and figure, she really was a sight to take in. I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like naked, and being pretty positive that Vince new exactly what she looked like, I couldn't blame him for being upset at any delay in seeing her so. I took the last swig of my beer as Vince came back from the woods, his stride fast and determined. I said something that made Cloe laugh, and she turned towards Vince when she heard him walking up. Cloe and I had moved a bit closer together for the sake of conversation and he came right to us. "Vince," she started, snickering a little. "Jen was just telling me..." but she was cut off by Vince sitting down between her and I, facing me. "Look, I am trying really hard to not be a dick about it, but I have been looking forward all day to having sex with my girlfriend next to the fire, so unless you intend to watch..." and he motioned in a way that clearly stated I should make my way to my tent. Vince didn't know me. Being a work acquaintance of Nick's, we had only met each other in passing a handful of times, and during those times I had more conversation with Cloe than him. I heard Cloe gasp behind him, clearly embarrassed at her boyfriend's actions. I sat there for a moment not breaking eye contact him, and then shrugged with a small smile on my face. "Ok," I said, and stayed right where I was. I could see the thoughts running in his mind on his face. At first there was triumph at thinking I was agreeing to leave. Then there was confusion, and then determination. "Fine," he said, and stood up and turned to Cloe. Cloe had a shocked look on her face and she looked back and forth between Vince and I. "Vince, I don't think I..." she started, and then he bent over and kissed her. I could tell the exact moment she melted. At first she was stiff, still trying to look at me with a pleading look in her eyes. Then he turned his head slightly, and her eyes closed slowly, and I could see from the light of the fire the glistening of tongues flash from time to time. The thought of such a kiss lit a fire between my thighs and I shifted slightly on the log to feel a moment of friction between myself and my jeans. He pulled the blanket from over her shoulders and threw it at me, hitting me in the face and making me smile to myself. He must have thought he was making me uncomfortable, but again, he didn't know me. I stood up and saw Vince glance in my direction for a second, probably thinking I was getting up to leave. Instead I unfolded the blanket and laid it on the ground between the fire and the log. It was still a good distance away from the fire to feel it's warmth, but not be burned by it. Vince broke away from the kiss and stood straight, leaving Cloe a bit breathless and flustered. He took her hands and pulled her up to him and started kissing her again, slowly walking forward which made her back up towards the blanket, her back to me. He pulled her shirt up and over her head and discarded it nearby, away from the fire. She wore a black bra, which contrasted with her skin beautifully in the firelight, and I could see the smooth curve of her back and shoulders. He wrapped his arm around her waist and started to lean forward, forcing her to put an arm behind her as he lowered her down gently. As she laid down on the blanket, her hair sprawled out around her, and Vince started to plant kisses down her neck and shoulders, making Cloe let out a light sigh. As Vince kissed his way across the tops of her breasts, I saw him bring his hands over her belly and up to the small clasp that was shining between her breasts. I heard a small 'pop' and then the cups of her bra were moved to the side to expose two perfect, large, beautiful breasts. He instantly moved his mouth to one of her nipples, and she took a quick intake of breath at the sensation. I gasped myself as my imagination tried to stimulate the sensation to my own nipple, only leaving it aching. I reached up to my own breast and pinched my nipple through my shirt and bra, feeling hot all over as soon as I started to touch myself. I must have made another noise because I saw Vince glance up at me. Once he saw what I was doing he groaned and licked his way to her other nipple, her hand resting on the back of his head. She gasped again and I could see that he was using his teeth, and I pinched my nipple harder. It was getting too hot for a sweater now, and I reluctantly released my nipple to take my sweater and my shirt off. The movement got Cloe's attention, and I could tell she had forgotten I was there. She started for a moment, but a second later Vince had slide his hand down between them and was rubbing between her legs. Her eyes closed and she arched against him, her body making her forget I was there. I unclasped my own bra and cast it aside, revealing my not tiny, but not large breasts. I took both of them in my hands and started to knead them, pinching and lightly twisting my nipples as Vince suckled on Cloe's. Her breathing was coming harder now as he rubbed her through her shorts, her hips slowly moving up and down as she got more excited. He broke away from her nipple to pull of his own shirt and undo the fly of his pants, her hands reaching inside as he lowered himself back above her to kiss her deeply. I could hear him moan into her mouth, and I couldn't wait to see him naked and entering her. My mind flashed with images of him getting her on her back, from behind, over the log...every way imaginable, and I couldn't help but to start grinding against the log between my legs that I was straddling, getting myself more excited and wet the more I moved. He broke away from the kiss to stand up and pull of his jeans. As he was doing so, Cloe shimmied out of her shorts and underwear and tossed them aside, revealing a small triangle of dark hair between her legs. Vince was more than ready, his cock thick and long, the tip glistening in the fire light. As he started to lower himself to his knees, Cloe rolled over and got on all fours, looking back at him. He grabbed her hip with one hand and his cock with the other, and slowly started to ease himself into her. Cloe groaned and then turned to look at me, the pleasure evident on her face. I undid the fly of my own jeans and reached down into them, feeling my fingers glide easily between my lips with all of the wetness I was producing. I threw my head back and moaned, and heard Cloe moan in response. When I looked at her again she was looking back at Vince, and he was looking at her. He turned his gaze to me and thrust into Cloe hard, making her call out softly and making my body jolt. He did it again and we both reacted the same, but this time I let out a little cry of my own. I could imagine her beautiful pussy stretching for him. I could imagine the feeling of him deep inside of her; of me. I stared to rub my clit as I looked down to see her tits bounce as he entered her, see her ass jiggle a little as he moved faster, sliding into her over and over. The sound of flesh meeting flesh started to become rhythmic, and I moved my fingers against my clit to match it. Cloe was moaning into the blanket and pushing back against Vince, the muscles of her arms tensing and releasing as she did so. Then she started breathe deeply, looking up at me. Her mouth went wide, and I knew she was about to come. I kept my eyes fixed with her as the same expression started to pass over my own face. She let out a ragged moan right as I felt myself tighten around the cock I imagined was inside of me and my body shook uncontrollably as I rubbed my clit slowly, drawing out the orgasm as long as I could. A second later I heard a loud groan, and when I looked up Vince had Cloe's hips held tight up against him, his body jerking slightly as he came deep inside of her. He slowly pulled out of her, and I could see his cock glisten in the light of the fire from their combined juices. He fell back onto his heels and Cloe collapsed on her stomach onto the blanket, all of us thoroughly spent. I slid my hand out of my pants and reached down for my shirt, putting it on. Cloe looked at me from a side glance and smiled, and I smiled back. Vince was still sitting on his heels with his eyes closed as I slowly made my way back to my tent.