Thin Skin

"You're staring," she said, and I nearly choked on my tea.

Lera stood in the tent opening, squinting against the evening sun. The old canvas tent smelled of dust and mildew, and outside, the campfire crackled where water was heating for dishes. We were the only two left at the campsite—the rest of the group had gone to gather firewood by the far channel.

I knew I was blushing. She smirked and ducked inside, sitting across from me, stretching out her long legs. Lera was my buddy Kostya's wife, and she was wearing short blue shorts and a loose white t-shirt, and underneath it, I knew, nothing at all. I'd noticed that morning when she reached for her mug. The thin fabric had stretched tight, and I'd seen the outline of her breasts. She caught my look and winked.

"Don't be scared," she whispered, leaning closer. "Kostya won't be back for at least an hour."

I swallowed hard. Her palm landed on my knee, her fingers sliding higher, up the inside of my thigh.

"Ler..."

"What, Ler?" She leaned in, and I caught the scent of her hair—smoke, river water, and something sweet. "I saw you watching yesterday when I was washing up by the river. Don't look away now, big guy."

Her hand was already gripping my cock through the denim, and I let out a hoarse breath. She covered my mouth with a kiss—soft but insistent, her tongue slipping past my lips while her fingers worked the button on my jeans.

"Quiet," she whispered when I groaned into her mouth. "Just be quiet, okay?"

I nodded, and she dropped to her knees between my legs, pulling my jeans down. Her fingers wrapped around me—thin, cool—and I arched into her touch. She smiled up at me, licking her lips.

"Skinny, but I know what I'm doing," she murmured, and it sounded so intimate that my hips bucked.

She took me in her mouth slowly, inch by inch, and I buried my fingers in her hair, not daring to push. Her tongue circled the head while her hand teased the base, and I could hear her humming with pleasure. Then she pulled away and stood, pulling her shirt over her head.

Her breasts were small, firm, with dark nipples that had gone hard as pebbles. She caught my gaze and ran her palms down her waist—narrow, hollow, with sharp hip bones.

"Like what you see?" she asked, no trace of coyness, just stating a fact.

"Fuck yes," I breathed.

She slid off her shorts, and I saw the dark triangle of her pussy, wet and glistening. She lay back on the spread-out sleeping bag and opened her knees.

"Come here," she called, her voice catching.

I settled over her, feeling her body—light, flexible—arching beneath me. She wrapped her legs around me, thin and impossibly strong, pulling me closer.

"Slow," she whispered, looking into my eyes. "Don't rush."

I entered her slowly, all the way, and she exhaled, biting her lip. Inside, she was tight and hot, clenching around me like she didn't want to let go. I stilled, letting her adjust, and she traced her fingers along my cheek.

"You're warm," she whispered. "So warm..."

I began to move, slow and deep, and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back. Her neck—long, slender, like a bird's—I kissed it, feeling her pulse flutter beneath the skin. She murmured something incoherent, rocking her hips to meet me.

"Yes, just like that..." Her voice dropped, went husky. "More, please, don't stop..."

I sped up, and she gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she arched, and I felt every muscle in her lean body trembling. She was like a wire pulled taut to the breaking point.

"I'm close..." she breathed, and I saw her eyes fly wide open. "Don't stop, don't you dare..."

I didn't stop. I held her hips, thrusting harder, deeper, and she bit her knuckles to keep from screaming. Her body shuddered, froze for a heartbeat, and then she came—silently, soundlessly, only a tremor running from her crown to her heels.

I followed her over the edge, feeling the wave crash through me, and she whispered:

"Yes... come on, baby, come inside me..."

I came, burying my face in her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her skin mixed with campfire smoke. She stroked my back until I went still.

Then she kissed my temple and gently pushed me off.

"Get dressed," she whispered, and the teasing was back in her voice. "Kostya's going to be here any minute."

I pulled my jeans on, watching as she calmly slipped back into her t-shirt and smoothed her hair. She caught my eye and smiled with the corner of her mouth.

"You're not going to tell Kostya we were here alone," she said. "But if he asks..."

I shook my head. She winked and slipped out of the tent, leaving me alone with the smell of her on the sleeping bag and a heartbeat I could hear a mile away.

A minute later, I heard Kostya's voice outside, and Lera laughed brightly at something he said. I rubbed my face with my palms and smiled.

Tomorrow would be a new day. And I had a feeling I knew who'd be staying behind to watch the fire again.