Rekindled Under Canvas

The moment I zipped the tent flap shut behind us, the old heat slammed back in. Rain drummed on the nylon while Sarah knelt there in her damp tank top, nipples already hard against the thin fabric, eyes locked on mine with that same hungry look from five years ago. We were supposed to be just old friends on this group hike, but the others had pitched camp farther down the ridge, leaving us alone in this tiny two-person shelter.

“Still can’t believe we’re doing this again,” she whispered, voice husky. Her fingers tugged at the hem of my wet shirt, peeling it over my head. “You look even better than I remembered, Mark.”

I cupped her face, thumb brushing her lower lip. “You sure about this, Sarah? No strings, just like the old days?”

She laughed softly, the sound turning into a moan when I kissed her hard. “Shut up and fuck me already. I’ve been wet since I saw you at the trailhead.”

Her hands worked my belt open with practiced speed. The moment my cock sprang free, thick and already leaking, she wrapped her fingers around the base and stroked. “God, this dick. I missed how it stretches me.”

I yanked her tank top off, her full tits bouncing free, nipples dark pink and begging. She shoved her hiking shorts and panties down in one motion, kicking them aside. Naked, she was even more stunning than before—curves softer, that juicy ass rounder from years of gym work. I pushed her onto her back on the sleeping bag, the scent of rain and her arousal filling the small space.

My mouth found her neck first, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. She arched, gasping. “Mark… lower. Please.”

I slid down, spreading her thighs wide. Her shaved pussy glistened, clit swollen and peeking out. I licked a slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, tasting her sweet tang. “Still so fucking wet for me,” I growled against her folds.

Sarah’s hips bucked. “Yes… just like that. Lick my pussy, baby. I need it.”

I sucked her clit between my lips while sliding two fingers deep inside her tight heat. She was soaking, the wet sounds obscene in the tent. Her hands fisted in my hair as I pumped faster, curling my fingers against that spot that always made her lose it.

“Oh fuck… right there!” she cried, voice cracking. Her thighs started to tremble. I didn’t stop, licking and sucking until she came hard, pussy clenching around my fingers, a gush of wetness coating my chin.

Before she could catch her breath I flipped her onto all fours. The sleeping bag bunched under her knees. I gripped her hips, lined up my throbbing cock, and thrust in deep in one smooth stroke. Her walls hugged me like a vice, hot and slick.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” I groaned, starting to pound her. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the rain. Sarah pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning loudly.

“Harder, Mark. Fuck me like you own this pussy.” She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit in frantic circles.

I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, pulling her head back as I drove deeper. Sweat slicked our bodies despite the cool mountain air. I spanked her ass once, watching the flesh jiggle, then again on the other cheek. She yelped, then moaned louder.

We changed again—I sat back against the tent wall and pulled her onto my lap facing me. She sank down on my cock slowly this time, savoring every inch until I was buried to the hilt. Her tits pressed against my chest as she started riding, grinding her clit against my pelvis with every roll of her hips.

“Look at me,” I demanded. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure. “That’s it. Ride my cock just like that.”

Her breath hitched. “I’m gonna come again… don’t stop.” I gripped her ass, helping her bounce faster. The wet slap of her pussy taking me filled the tent. She came with a sharp cry, inner muscles milking me rhythmically.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Sarah… I’m close.”

“Come inside me,” she panted, still grinding. “Fill me up. I want to feel it.”

With a deep groan I thrust up hard and let go, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep in her pussy. She shuddered through another small orgasm, kissing me messily as I emptied everything I had.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, her forehead pressed to mine. The rain had eased to a soft patter. Sarah traced a finger down my chest, smiling that wicked little smile I remembered so well.

“Still the best hike I’ve ever been on,” she murmured.

I kissed her again, slower this time. “We’ve got two more nights out here. Think we can keep this between us?”

Her laugh was low and filthy. “Only if you promise to fuck me in every position we can manage in this tent.”

Outside, distant laughter from the rest of the group drifted through the trees, but in here it was just us—two former lovers rediscovering exactly why we’d never really gotten over each other.