Rainy Reunion in the Hospital Tent

The moment I zipped the tent flap shut against the pouring rain, my pulse hammered. Sarah stood there dripping, her soaked tank top clinging to those full tits I used to bury my face in, her eyes locked on mine with the same hungry spark from five years ago. We’d been lovers back in college—wild, filthy nights that ended badly when I took that residency across the country. Now here we were, both doctors on the same wilderness medicine hike, forced to share this tiny two-person tent while the storm trapped us.

“Jake… this is stupid,” she whispered, but her voice cracked with want. Water trickled down her neck into the valley between her breasts. “We said we wouldn’t.”

I stepped closer, smelling her familiar skin mixed with rain. “Tell me to stop and I will, Sarah. But your nipples are hard as fuck right now.”

She bit her lip, breath quickening. “Goddamn you.” Then her hands were on my wet shirt, yanking me down. Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and urgent like no time had passed. I cupped her ass, pulling her tight so she could feel my cock already straining against my hiking shorts.

We dropped to our knees on the sleeping bags. I peeled her tank top off, her heavy tits spilling free, nipples dark and begging. “Still so fucking perfect,” I growled, sucking one into my mouth hard. She moaned loud, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Jake… suck harder. Fuck, I missed your mouth.” Her hand slid down, squeezing my bulge. “Get these shorts off. I need that big cock inside me now.”

I shoved my shorts down, my thick dick springing up, veins pulsing. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking roughly. “Still huge. Still mine tonight.” I yanked her shorts and panties off in one tug, exposing her shaved pussy already glistening. The scent of her arousal filled the small tent.

I pushed her onto her back, spreading her thighs wide. My fingers found her slick folds, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles. “So wet already, you dirty girl. This pussy remembers me.”

“Yes… fuck, right there,” she gasped, hips bucking. I slid two fingers deep into her tight heat, curling them against that spot that always made her shake. She cried out, gripping the sleeping bag. Rain hammered the tent like it was trying to drown us, but all I heard was her ragged breathing.

I couldn’t wait. I lined up my cock and thrust in hard, burying every inch in one stroke. Her walls clenched around me, hot and soaking. “Oh shit… Jake! You’re stretching me so good.”

I started pounding her, the wet slap of skin echoing in the confined space. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I grabbed one, pinching the nipple while I fucked her deep. “Take it, Sarah. This pussy is mine again.”

“Harder… fuck me harder, you bastard,” she begged, legs wrapping around my waist. I gave it to her, slamming in fast, my balls smacking her ass. Sweat mixed with rain on our skin. The tent smelled like sex and damp earth.

I pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto all fours. Her juicy ass lifted, pussy dripping down her thighs. I spanked her once, sharp and loud. She yelped, then pushed back. “Again. Do it while you fuck me.”

I drove back inside her from behind, gripping her hips. My hand cracked against her ass again and again, leaving red marks. She moaned like an animal, pushing back to meet every thrust. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop, Jake. Fill me up.”

Her pussy spasmed hard around my cock, milking me as she came with a long, broken cry. I kept pounding through it, chasing my own release. The pressure built fast. “Gonna cum in this tight cunt… take every drop.”

I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of cum flooding her. She shuddered through another smaller orgasm, whispering my name over and over.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, bodies sticky and spent. Rain still drummed on the nylon above us. After a minute she turned, tracing a finger down my chest with a sly smile.

“Still the best bad decision I ever made,” she said softly.

I kissed her forehead, my hand sliding possessively over her hip. “This hike just got a lot more interesting. Think we can keep this tent between us… or are we sneaking into the supply tent next?”

She laughed low, pressing her naked body closer. “Supply tent has better lighting. Might need to check each other for… injuries. Doctor’s orders.”

Outside, thunder rolled. Inside, her fingers were already teasing my cock back to life, and I knew this storm was far from over.