Summit Heat

The zipper of my tent sounded like thunder in the mountain silence. I froze, my hand still on the pull-tab, listening to Camille’s breathing change on the other side of the nylon wall.

“You awake?” Her voice was a low rasp, almost lost in the wind.

“Yeah.” My throat felt dry. She’d been lying six inches from me for three hours, and I’d been hard for most of it.

The zipper came down slow, deliberate. Camille’s silhouette filled the opening, backlit by moonlight. She crawled in on hands and knees, her yoga pants tight across her ass, and I felt the tent get smaller, hotter.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she said, settling onto her sleeping bag. “Thinking about our session yesterday.”

“Which part?”

She laughed, that husky sound she made when I pushed her through one more rep. “The part where you spotted me on the bench press. Your hands on my wrists. The way you looked at my tits when I arched up.”

“You noticed that.”

“I fucking counted on it.” She reached out, her fingers finding my jaw in the dark. “I’ve been coming to you for six months, Marc. You think I don’t know what that tension is?”

I didn’t answer. I just leaned in and kissed her.

Her lips parted immediately, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting like mint and something darker. My hand found her waist, pulling her closer, and she groaned into my mouth.

“Finally,” she whispered, breaking the kiss. “I thought you’d never make a move.”

“You’re my client.”

“I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants.” She pushed me onto my back, straddling my hips. The pressure of her cunt through two layers of fabric made me gasp. “And right now, I want my trainer to fuck me in this tent.”

I grabbed her hips, grinding her against me. “Camille...”

“Shut up and undress me.”

I pulled her tank top over her head, her tits spilling out — full, heavy, nipples hard in the cold air. I took one in my mouth, sucking hard, and she bucked against me.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Like that.”

My hands found the waistband of her pants, yanking them down her thighs. She helped, kicking them off, and then she was naked on top of me, skin hot despite the chill. I could smell her — sweat, soap, that clean female musk that made my cock throb.

“You’re so wet,” I said, my fingers sliding between her legs.

“I’ve been wet since we started climbing.” She reached down, fumbling with my shorts. “Let me feel you.”

I lifted my hips, and she pulled my cock out, stroking it once, twice, her thumb spreading the precum over the head.

“Fuck, Marc. You’re big.”

“You can take it.”

She lined me up, sinking down slowly, and we both moaned. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot and slick, and I watched her face as she took me deeper — eyes closed, lips parted, a look of pure concentration.

“God, yes,” she breathed. “That’s it.”

I let her set the pace, rocking on top of me, her tits bouncing in the dim light. The tent rustled with every movement, the sound of our breathing filling the small space. She leaned forward, her hands on my chest, and I grabbed her ass, guiding her faster.

“Harder,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”

I flipped her onto her back, driving into her from above. Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locked behind my back, and I pounded into her, the sleeping bag bunching beneath us.

“Yes, yes, yes...” She was chanting it, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I reached between us, finding her clit with my thumb, circling hard. Her back arched, her cunt clenching around me, and she came with a sharp cry, her whole body shuddering.

I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her through it, chasing my own release, the pressure building in my balls.

“Cum inside me,” she gasped. “I want to feel it.”

That was all I needed. I buried myself deep, my cock pulsing as I emptied into her, hot and thick. She held me tight, her legs squeezing, her breath hot against my neck.

We lay there, tangled and sweating, the tent quiet except for our breathing.

Camille laughed softly. “Best hiking trip ever.”

I kissed her forehead. “We should do this more often.”

“Every weekend.” She snuggled against me. “But next time, bring a bigger tent.”