Tent Temptation

The moment I saw Karen stride into the trailhead parking lot in those tight hiking shorts that hugged her firm ass, my cock twitched with raw want. She was my new boss—forty-two, strict as hell, with sharp green eyes that could freeze you mid-sentence and full tits that strained against her fitted top. Tension crackled between us from day one at the office; now here we were on this mandatory team-building hike, forced into a two-person tent because the others “accidentally” paired up elsewhere.

“Keep up, Mark,” she snapped as we set camp in the woods at dusk, her voice low and commanding. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, firelight flickering from the group’s distant circle. “I don’t tolerate slackers. Zip that tent tight—no excuses.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I muttered, my pulse hammering. We crawled inside after dinner, the nylon walls glowing faintly from a small lantern. Her scent—sweat, citrus lotion, pure woman—filled the tight space. My dick was already half-hard just from watching her bend over to unroll her sleeping bag.

She turned suddenly, catching me staring. “See something you like, new guy?” Her tone was sharp but her cheeks flushed. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at me in meetings. Like you want to bend me over my desk.”

I swallowed hard. “Can you blame me? You’re fucking hot when you’re bossing everyone around.”

Karen’s lips curved in a dangerous smile. She reached out and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me close. “Then stop talking and do something about it. But remember—I’m still in charge.”

Her mouth crashed into mine, hot and demanding. I groaned, hands sliding under her tank top to squeeze those heavy tits, thumbs circling her stiff nipples. She moaned into the kiss, arching her back. “Fuck, yes… pinch them harder.”

Clothes came off in frantic tugs—her shorts peeled down those long legs, my cock springing free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. Karen wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroking firmly. “Look at this big cock. Been thinking about it stretching me since your interview.”

She pushed me onto my back in the cramped tent, the sleeping bags bunching beneath us. Straddling my hips, she guided my dick to her shaved pussy, rubbing the swollen head along her slick folds. “Mmm, I’m so wet already. You did this to me all day on the trail.”

Then she sank down, taking every inch in one smooth motion. “Oh shit… so full,” she gasped, her walls clenching tight around me. I gripped her juicy ass, spanking it lightly as she started riding, bouncing with wet, obscene sounds that echoed inside the tent.

“Harder, Karen—fuck me like you own me,” I growled, thrusting up to meet her. Her tits swayed, nipples begging for my mouth. I sucked one hard, biting just enough to make her cry out.

“Yes! Right there—don’t stop, you dirty employee.” Her voice broke into moans as she ground her clit against my pelvis. Sweat slicked our skin, the smell of sex thick in the confined air. She rode faster, pussy gripping like a vice, her juices coating my balls.

I flipped her suddenly onto all fours, the tent shaking. Doggy style felt even filthier in the small space—her ass high, back arched. I slammed back into her dripping cunt from behind, one hand fisting her ponytail. “Take this cock, boss. This what you needed on the hike?”

“Fuck yes… pound my pussy. Deeper!” she begged, pushing back, her firm ass rippling with every thrust. The wet slap of skin filled the tent, mixed with her filthy whispers. “I’m gonna cum—don’t pull out.”

Her orgasm hit hard, pussy spasming, squirting a little down my thighs. I kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and flipped her again, spreading her legs wide. Missionary this time, faces inches apart so I could watch her eyes roll back.

I drove in rough, thumb circling her swollen clit. “Cum again for me. Let the whole camp hear what a slutty boss you are.”

Karen’s nails dug into my shoulders. “I’m your slut tonight—fill me up. Cum in my pussy!” Her second climax ripped through her, walls milking me until I exploded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep inside her clenching cunt. We collapsed in a sweaty tangle, breathing ragged, my dick still twitching inside her.

After a moment she laughed softly, tracing my chest. “Corporate retreats just got a lot more interesting. But if you tell anyone… I’ll make your life hell at the office.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “But I might need another ‘team-building’ session tomorrow night.”

She squeezed my softening cock with her pussy and smirked. “Count on it.”