Rain and Reclaimed Ass

The rain hammered the nylon roof like impatient fingers. Inside the tiny two-person tent, the air was thick with the smell of wet earth and our old chemistry. Mia knelt on the sleeping bag, her soaked tank top clinging to her full tits, nipples hard from the cold. I stared at the curve of her ass in those tight hiking shorts and felt my cock twitch instantly. We hadn’t touched in two years, but one look from her dark eyes said we were about to break that streak.

“Still think about it, don’t you?” she whispered, voice husky over the downpour. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her shorts, tugging them lower to show the smooth skin of her lower back.

“Every damn night,” I admitted, crawling closer on my knees. My palms slid up her thighs, feeling the goosebumps. “Especially that tight little ass of yours, Mia. The way you used to beg me to fuck it deeper.”

She shivered, pushing back against my hands. “Then stop talking and take it, Jake. We only have this one night before the group finds us tomorrow. Make it count.”

My hands moved fast, bold the way she always liked. I hooked my thumbs into her waistband and yanked the shorts and panties down in one rough pull. The fabric caught on her hips before sliding free, revealing her round, firm ass and the tiny pink pucker between her cheeks. She gasped as cool air hit her skin.

“God, look at you,” I growled, spreading her cheeks with both hands. Her asshole winked at me, already glistening from the rain that had soaked through earlier. I leaned in, pressing my thick cock—still trapped in my shorts—against her crack. The heat of her body made me throb.

Mia reached back, fingers fumbling with my zipper. “Get it out. I want to feel every inch stretching me again.” Her voice cracked with need. “Remember how you used to make me cum just from pounding my ass?”

The zipper rasped open. My heavy cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already leaking. I rubbed it up and down her crack, letting the precum smear over her tight hole. She moaned, pushing back, her hands gripping the tent floor.

I didn’t tease long. Grabbing a small bottle of lube from my pack—always prepared—I squirted a generous line right onto her anus. The cold made her yelp, then moan as I worked two fingers in, scissoring her open. Her inner walls clamped hot and silky around my digits.

“Fuck… yes, like that,” she panted, forehead pressed to the sleeping bag. “Stretch me, Jake. I’ve been so empty without your cock in my ass.”

I pulled my fingers out with a wet pop and lined up. The fat head of my dick pressed against her puckered ring. With one firm push, I sank the first two inches inside her. Mia’s breath hitched, her ass clenching tight around me.

“Shit, you’re still so fucking tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. I rocked forward, feeding her another inch, then another, until my balls rested against her dripping pussy. The tent filled with the obscene sound of her asshole stretching around my girth.

Mia’s fingers dug into the fabric beneath us. “Move. Fuck my ass, baby. Hard. I need it rough tonight.”

I gave her exactly what she begged for. Pulling back until just the head remained inside her gripping ring, I slammed forward, burying myself balls-deep in one stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the rain. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, the tight heat milking my cock like a velvet fist.

“Oh god… yes, just like that,” she cried, voice breaking. I reached around, finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles while I pounded her ass in a steady, punishing rhythm. Each thrust made her gasp, her body rocking forward then slamming back to meet me.

We flipped positions fast. I sat back against the tent wall, legs spread. Mia straddled me reverse cowgirl, sinking down onto my slick cock again. This time she controlled the depth, lowering until every inch disappeared between her cheeks. The sight of her asshole stretched wide around my shaft made my balls tighten.

“Watch it disappear inside me,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder with a wicked smile. She rose and dropped, riding me with filthy, wet sounds. Her juicy ass bounced, cheeks clapping against my thighs. I slapped one cheek hard, watching it redden, then the other. She moaned louder, grinding in circles so my cock stirred deep in her bowels.

“Fuck, Mia… your ass is swallowing me whole,” I grunted, hands on her waist guiding her faster. Sweat beaded on her back, mixing with the humid air. Her pussy dripped down my balls, untouched but pulsing with every deep anal thrust.

Her pace turned frantic. “I’m close… don’t stop. Fill my ass, Jake. I want to feel your cum leaking out of me all night.”

I thrust up to meet her, the tent shaking around us. Her asshole fluttered, then clamped down in rhythmic spasms as she came hard, a low guttural moan escaping her lips. The pressure pushed me over. With a deep growl I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her stretched ass. Pulse after pulse, until it overflowed and trickled down to her pussy.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard as the rain eased to a soft patter. I pulled her back against my chest, still buried inside her. My arms wrapped around her waist, gentle now.

“Missed this,” she whispered, turning her head for a slow, lazy kiss. “Missed you. Even if it’s just one hiking trip reunion.”

I brushed damp hair from her face, feeling her asshole twitch around my softening cock. “Then maybe we don’t go back to the group tomorrow. Stay here… let me fuck this perfect ass again in the morning light.”

She smiled, squeezing me with her inner muscles. “Promise?”

“Promise.”