The Great Outdoors

He’d talked her into camping. True camping with nature, tents, sleeping bags, and pissing in bushes. She stepped out of his pickup, clenching her book bag and wondering what she was thinking as she stared at the trees surrounding her. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” His deep voice hummed with pleasure as he stretched to the sky. 

She gripped the straps of her bag and forced a smile. “It’s definitely… Green.” 

His blue eyes sparkled as he glanced at her before reaching into the back seat to grab their gear. She glance around the woods and tried to see the beauty. It was definitely refreshing being out here. She took a deep breath and brought the pine needle scent into her lungs. 

Not that she was prissy or girly, but she didn’t know the first thing about camping. Her parents weren’t exactly the venture into the woods type when it came to vacation. More like a venture by the beach and slather on sunblock types. 

As she took another breath, she relaxed a little and let herself warm a little to the coming experience. It wasn’t like he’d conned her into this adventure, as he called it. She’d listened to him describe the experience over dinner, making it seem almost sensual to be out and one with nature. The way his eyes seemed to grow hooded and bright with passion had caused such a stir she shifted in her chair to curb the ache in her cunt. It had captured her, aroused her, lured her in. She’d agreed with an almost breathless longing. 

“Ready?”

He drew her out of daydreaming back into the coolness of the forest beckoning her. Her nerves returned, but she nodded and made her way to where he stood just on the edge of the tree line. 

They were swallowed up, plunging deep into the flora. He led her along a narrow dirt path, passing through trees larger than her that seemed to soar to the sky. She kept her eyes on his legs, listening to birds ruffle the leaves and small animals dashing along the forest floor. 

She was hearty or so she believed. Running three miles everyday should’ve made this an easy hike, but after a few hours fatigue started to kick in. The backpack started to weigh a ton as her legs started to rebel. 

Just when she was considering begging to quit, they entered a clearing and he stopped in the middle. 

“How about a break?” 

“How about you put me out of my misery?” She dropped her bag with a sigh and sat down with little regard to what was on the ground. 

His laughter rang in the air around him and she suppressed her grumble. He pulled out a drape and some power bars. After passing her one, he spread out the drape ahs invited her to sit. Her legs wobbled a bit but she swore she would not crawl to him. 

He plopped down beside her, looking radiant while she knew she looked sweaty and worn out. They munched their bars in companionable silence and she tried to find some energy for the remainder of hike. 

She finished her bar and lay back to stare up at the sky. 

The trees created a ring around the glade they rested in. Huge, puffy clouds floated across the blue. As she relaxed, she let her mind create goofy images out of the clouds. She sighed as the tension and fatigue worked to make her drowsy. 

“Beautiful, right?” 

His voice was so soft it seemed to flow with the relaxing vibe surrounding her. A smile unfurled over her face, a feeling of peace wrapping around her. 

She felt his breath on her cheek, mingling with the slight breeze, and his hand on her thigh. Her drowsiness vanished under the heat of his hand venturing along the exposed skin of her leg, but she kept her eyes trained on the sky. 

“I’ve been dying to get you out here with me to see how much this being out in nature can move you.” 

His fingers wandered under her shorts, brushing the edge of her panties. She bite her lip, drawing a deep breath into her lungs and holding it. 

“It makes me think of you, being out here.” 

Her breath whooshed out as his lips brushed her neck. 

“This place reminds you of me?” She couldn’t help chuckling. “I can’t say I understand how.” 

His hand left her shorts to settle on her breast. Even through the material of her bra and tshirt, her nipple tightened and rose to meet his palm. 

“Wild and full of passion.”

“I would’ve used those words to describe you.” She arched into his hand when he squeezed. “I’m definitely more domesticated.”

“Hardly.” His teeth skimmed along her neck drawing a moan from her. “I see it in your eyes and the way you move. You pretend to be tame, but that’s just because you’re not in your natural habitat.”

He released her and flicked open the snap on her short. The air seemed to flow down the front awaking her body that much more. It was a few beats until his hand followed, fingertips resting against the gusset of her panties. 

“I think once you’re out here long enough, the trees sink into your veins and you become something amazing.” 

She wanted to protest, wanted to remind him that her legs were noodles and she was beyond exhausted, but his fingers pressed against her and she lost her thought. 

“Wild.” 

A circle around her clit. 

“Passionate.”

A press that made her gasp. 

“Beautiful.” He whispered the word, bringing her to the brink as a flock of birds burst into the sky overhead. 

He let his hand rest, cupping her through the fabric. She was hot, her heart beating a erratic cadence in her chest. She felt wild under his hands. So alive she could fly like the birds. 

“Can you go on?”

Could she let her heart be transformed? 

“Yes.”