La tienda de al lado

The zip of her tent sounded like a struck match in the quiet dusk, and I froze, beer bottle halfway to my lips. Mia’s silhouette bent low, and even in the failing light I could see the curve of her ass straining against those thin hiking shorts. Married. Five years. Two kids. And here I was, thirty-eight years old, watching my neighbor’s wife stretch like a cat on the forest floor.

“Hey, Mark,” she called, voice light, almost teasing. “You gonna stare all night or help me with this damn pole?”

I laughed, hating how nervous it sounded. “Sorry. Zoned out.”

She stepped closer, close enough that I caught her scent—sweat and pine and something floral. Her hair was escaping a messy bun. Her tank top clung to her tits like it knew her better than I did.

“We’ve been hiking all day,” she said, hands on her hips. “You think Tom would’ve come if he knew I’d be stuck with you?”

“He had a work thing.”

“He always has a work thing.” She held my gaze a beat too long. Then she smiled, slow, and turned back to the tent. That ass. Round, firm, moving under the fabric like it had its own rhythm. I shifted, my cock already half-hard and pressing against my jeans.

—Estás mirando otra vez.

“Can’t help it.”

She laughed, a real laugh this time, and crouched down. The shorts rode up. I saw the crease of her thigh, the outline of her pussy through the thin fabric. My mouth went dry.

“Mia,” I said, voice rough. “What are we doing?”

She looked up at me, and there was no pretense in her eyes. “I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

I closed the distance between us. My hand found her hip, and she didn’t pull away. She leaned into me, and I felt her breath on my neck.

“Your wife,” she whispered. “My husband. They’re not here.”

“I know.”

“So shut up and kiss me.”

I did. Her lips were soft, then hungry, and her tongue found mine like she’d been thinking about it for weeks. My hands slid down her back, over that firm ass, and I squeezed. She moaned into my mouth.

“Fuck, Mark. That’s it.”

I pulled her shorts down, and she stepped out of them. No panties. Her pussy was already wet, slick and glistening in the last light. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs. She gasped, fingers tangling in my hair.

“God, yes. Right there.”

I licked her clit, slow and deliberate, tasting her. She bucked against my mouth, and I held her hips, working her harder. Her thighs trembled around my head.

“Enough,” she panted, pulling me up. “I need you inside me. Now.”

She pushed me onto my back and straddled me, yanking my jeans down. My cock sprang free, hard and aching. She grabbed it, stroked me once, twice, then sank down onto me with a long, shuddering moan.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good.”

Her pussy was hot and tight, gripping me like a fist. I thrust up into her, and she rode me hard, her ass slapping against my thighs. The sound echoed in the quiet clearing.

“That’s it,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Fuck me like you’ve wanted to.”

I flipped her over, driving deep. She cried out, legs wrapping around my waist. I pounded into her, rough and desperate, and she clawed at my back.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

I felt the tremor building in her, and I drove harder, faster. She screamed, coming around my cock, and the feeling of her clenching pushed me over the edge. I came inside her, hot and deep, groaning into her neck.

For a long moment, we just lay there, breathing hard. She traced a finger down my chest.

“Well,” she said, voice soft, almost shy now. “That’s one way to end a hike.”

I laughed, pulling her closer. “Best hike ever.”

“Don’t get used to it,” she murmured, but she was smiling. “Tom’s back tomorrow.”

“Then we’ll have to make tonight count.”

She kissed me, slow and tender, and the fire crackled beside us, keeping the dark at bay.

CATEGORIES: [Firm ass, Tent, Married, Neighbor, Outdoor fucking]