Tent Fever

The rain drummed against the nylon roof like impatient fingers, sealing us inside our little two-person tent. I watched Mia peel off her soaked rain jacket, the thin white tank underneath clinging to her full tits, nipples already stiff from the chill. My cock twitched hard inside my shorts. We'd been dating six months, but tonight she wanted to be my horny slut, and the hunger in her eyes said she wasn't waiting for the storm to pass.

"God, it's tight in here," she whispered, crawling closer on her knees. Her voice had that husky edge that always made my pulse spike. "Perfect for what I need."

I swallowed, my hands already reaching for the hem of her tank. "You sure about this? Out here, no locks, just us and the woods?"

Mia laughed low, batting my hands away playfully. "That's the point, babe. I want to feel like a total slut tonight. Your personal horny little slut who can't keep her legs closed even on a hiking trip." She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now help me out of these wet clothes before I soak the sleeping bag another way."

Her fingers worked the buttons on my flannel shirt one by one, slow and teasing, like she was unwrapping a gift. Each pop of a button made my breath catch. I mirrored her, tugging her tank up inch by inch, revealing smooth tanned skin, the curve of her waist, then those heavy tits spilling free. No bra. She'd planned this.

"Fuck, look at you," I groaned, palming one breast, thumb circling her nipple until she arched into my touch.

"Harder," she demanded, voice dropping. "Pinch it. I want to feel it tomorrow when we're back on the trail."

I did, rolling the stiff peak between my fingers while she finally shoved my shirt off my shoulders. Her hands roamed my chest, nails scraping lightly, then lower, popping the button on my hiking shorts with a wicked grin. The zipper rasped down. My cock sprang out, thick and already leaking at the tip.

"Mmm, someone's excited to play with his slut." Mia wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroking once, twice, spreading the precum with her thumb. "This big cock is gonna stretch my pussy so good tonight."

She kicked off her own shorts and panties in one wriggle, the fabric catching on her ankles before she tossed them aside. Naked now, her shaved pussy glistened in the dim light of our headlamp. The scent of her arousal mixed with the damp earth smell seeping through the tent floor. I pulled her down onto the sleeping bags, our bodies pressing together, skin still cool from the rain but heating fast.

Mia straddled me first, grinding her wet slit along my length without letting me inside yet. "Feel how slippery I am? I've been thinking about this since we set up camp. My horny slut brain couldn't stop imagining you fucking me right here while the rain hides all my moans."

I gripped her juicy ass, spreading her cheeks as she rocked. "Then stop teasing and take it. Ride my cock like the slut you want to be."

With a breathless laugh she lifted up, positioned my dick at her entrance, and sank down in one smooth motion. We both gasped. Her pussy was scorching hot, tight walls fluttering around every inch as she took me to the hilt.

"Oh shit... yes," she moaned, head tipping back. Her tits bounced as she started moving, slow circles at first that made her clit rub against my pelvis. "So deep. Your cock fills me perfectly."

I thrust up to meet her, hands on her hips guiding the rhythm. The tent filled with the wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft, skin slapping, her little gasps turning into full throaty cries. Rain hammered harder outside, but inside it was just heat and friction and her filthy words.

"Faster, baby. Fuck your horny slut harder." She leaned forward, tits brushing my chest, and I captured a nipple in my mouth, sucking greedily while I pounded up into her. Her juices coated my balls, dripping down with every thrust.

We flipped after her first orgasm hit — her body shaking, pussy clenching so tight I almost came right then. I put her on all fours, the sleeping bag bunching under her knees. From behind I could see everything: her pink slit stretched around my cock, her tight little asshole winking as I drove in deep.

"Spank me," she begged, pushing back to meet my strokes. "Make my ass red so I feel it when I walk tomorrow."

My palm cracked against her firm cheek once, twice. She yelped and laughed, the sound turning into a long moan as I picked up speed, gripping her hips and railing her pussy with raw, steady strokes. The angle let me hit that spot inside her that made her toes curl.

"Right there... don't stop. I'm your slut, just your dirty hiking slut getting fucked in a tent like an animal." Her voice broke on the last word as another climax ripped through her, pussy gushing around my cock.

I couldn't hold back anymore. With a guttural groan I buried myself deep and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum into her spasming heat. We collapsed together, tangled and sweaty, the headlamp casting flickering shadows on the tent walls.

Morning light filtered through the mesh door. I woke to the smell of instant coffee Mia had somehow brewed on the tiny stove outside. She handed me a steaming mug, wearing only my oversized flannel shirt, buttons deliberately left open to show the curve of her breasts. Her hair was a wild mess, cheeks still flushed.

"Last night was..." I started, taking a sip.

"Exactly what I needed," she finished, smirking over her own cup. Our eyes met, and the same spark from yesterday flickered again. She leaned in, stealing a quick kiss that tasted like coffee and promise.

"Maybe we skip the next trail today," she whispered, fingers tracing my chest. "Stay in the tent a little longer. Your horny slut isn't done yet."

I grinned, pulling her back inside as the zipper closed with a soft rasp.