Heat in the Tent

"You're doing that thing again," she said softly, tracing the rim of her plastic cup of wine.

The tent was cramped, the air thick with the smell of pine needles and her perfume. We sat on our sleeping bags, knees almost touching. I couldn't take my eyes off how the thin fabric of her hiking leggings hugged her thighs, and especially that gorgeous, round, fat ass I'd been sneaking looks at all day on the trail.

"Doing what exactly?" I asked, taking a sip. My voice came out hoarse.

"Looking at me like you want to eat me." She smiled slightly, but her cheeks flushed pink. "Or... fuck me."

The words hung between us. I set my cup aside. My heart pounded heavy and slow. I reached out and touched her knee. My fingers trembled slightly. She didn't pull away. Instead, she spread her legs a little, like an invitation to continue.

"Lisa... are you serious?" I whispered, staring straight into her dark eyes.

"I have been for a while, Mark. It's just... we're at work. But here... it's just us and the woods." She leaned closer, and I felt the warmth of her breath on my neck. "I want you to touch me. Slowly."

My palms slid higher, along the inside of her thighs. The leggings were warm from her body. I ran my fingers along the seam between her legs, feeling how she was already a little damp there. Lisa let out a quiet breath, eyes fluttering shut. Her chest rose faster.

"Undress me... please," she asked, almost a whisper.

I tugged at the hem of her thin jacket, then her tank top. She raised her arms, and I pulled the fabric over her head. Her tits were right there—full, with hard nipples. I leaned in and ran my tongue over one, then the other. She arched into me, fingers digging into my hair.

"Don't rush..." she breathed. "I want to feel every second."

My hands drifted lower. I turned her around, back to me, and there it was—that fat ass I'd been fantasizing about for months in the office. Round, firm, perfectly filling my palms. I slowly peeled off her leggings and panties together. The fabric slid down, revealing smooth skin, a light tan, and that crease that made my mouth go dry.

"God, you're incredible..." I muttered, running my hands over her ass cheeks. They were hot, soft yet firm. I squeezed harder, spread them apart, and Lisa let out a low moan, arching her lower back.

"Touch me there..." she whispered. "I know that's what you want."

I ran a finger along her asshole, feeling it pulse slightly with arousal. Slow, circular motions. She trembled. Her pussy was so wet it was dripping down the inside of her thigh. I leaned in and kissed one cheek, then the other, then dragged my tongue along the crease between them. Lisa let out a choked whimper of pleasure.

"Mark... deeper..." she exhaled, pushing back against me.

I pushed one finger into her tight asshole, then two. She was incredibly hot and snug inside. I moved them slowly, stretching her, feeling her muscles grip around me. With my other hand, I stroked her clit, circling it with my fingertip.

"Oh... fuck... yes... like that..." she moaned, rocking in rhythm with my movements. "Fuck my ass with your fingers... harder..."

The tension built. I yanked my own pants down. My cock was rock hard, the head already glistening with precum. Lisa glanced back, saw it, and licked her lips.

"Put it in me... in my ass... slow," she asked, locking eyes with me.

I pressed the head against her asshole and started to push gently. She was so tight. Inch by inch, I sank into her hot, fat ass, feeling it grip me from every angle. Lisa breathed heavily, clutching the sleeping bag.

"God... you're so big..." she hissed through her teeth. "You've filled me up completely..."

When I was fully inside, we both froze. I stroked her back, her hips, that incredible ass. Then I started to move—agonizingly slow, almost pulling out completely before sinking back in to the hilt. Each thrust was met with her soft moans and wet sounds.

"Fuck me... fuck my ass..." she repeated, getting more and more worked up.

I sped up. One hand pressed into her lower back, the other gripping her ass cheek. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the tent. Her pussy was leaking so much that drops fell onto the sleeping bag. I could feel my orgasm building.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..." I gasped.

"Cum inside me... please... fill my ass with your cum..." she moaned, clenching around me.

I drove in deeper and held still. Hot spurts erupted inside her. Lisa shuddered too, her body arching as she came without any touch to her clit, just from being filled in her ass. Her asshole pulsed, milking every last drop from me.

We collapsed onto the sleeping bags, still connected. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, kissing the back of her head. Her breathing slowly steadied.

"Never thought a camping trip with my boss would end with him cumming in my ass," she laughed quietly.

"And I thought about it every time you bent over to grab files in the office," I admitted in a whisper, running my fingers along her thigh.

"So now we've got ourselves a little corporate secret," Lisa whispered, pressing closer. "And I want you to keep staring at my ass... tomorrow on the trail. And the day after. And every night in this tent."

We lay there for a long time, listening to the wind rustling through the pines beyond the thin walls. Her body was warm, soft, still trembling slightly from the pleasure. I stroked that gorgeous round ass, already knowing this trip was only just beginning.