帐篷里的威士忌

The rain hammered the nylon roof like impatient fingers, and every crack of thunder made my pulse jump. Inside the tiny two-man tent, Sarah knelt inches from me, her waitress uniform swapped for damp hiking shorts that clung to her thick thighs and a thin tank top already translucent from sweat and drizzle. Her dark eyes locked on mine with that same flirty hunger she gave me every Friday night at the bar when she slid my usual whiskey across the scarred wood.

我们一小时前就脱离了团队徒步，借口说需要“早点扎营”。此刻，我们之间那瓶廉价波本威士忌已经喝掉了一半。

“我还以为你只有灌下第三杯之后才会这么大胆呢，杰克。”莎拉低声说，嗓音沙哑。她直接对着瓶口慢慢灌了一口，喉咙滚动，一滴酒液逃逸出来，顺着脖颈滑下，消失在双乳之间。

我低声笑了，笑声被暴风雨吞没。“你几个月来一直用那些小屁股扭动来挑逗我，当你走过我的凳子时。我想帐篷足够私密，可以来兑现了。”

Her grin turned wicked. She set the bourbon aside and crawled forward on her knees until her palms pressed to my chest. “Then collect, regular. But we gotta stay quiet… the others might pitch camp any minute.”

我的双手找到她的腰，猛地把她拉到我腿上跨坐。帐篷太小了，她的背擦过低矮的顶棚。她摇动了一下，用她的小穴磨蹭着我短裤里已经紧绷的硬挺。她的湿热立刻透过布料渗了出来。

“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” I breathed against her ear.

莎拉轻咬我的下巴。“都怪你。看你一整天走在我前面，那紧实的小腿……从登山口开始就让我湿透了。”

She reached down, shoved my shorts and boxers to my knees in one impatient tug. My cock sprang free, thick and flushed, veins pulsing. Sarah wrapped her fingers around it, stroking with a practiced twist that made my hips jerk.

“该死，比我在吧台后面幻想时想象的还要大，”她低声说道，眼睛闪闪发亮。“撑开我的感觉一定爽极了。”

I hooked two fingers into the crotch of her shorts and panties, pulling them roughly to the side. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips puffy and glistening. The scent of her arousal mixed with the sharp bite of bourbon in the humid air. I rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit in tight circles until her breath hitched and her thighs trembled.

“杰克……插进来。现在就要。”她的声音因渴望而颤抖。

I gripped her juicy ass with both hands, spreading her as she sank down. The blunt head of my cock parted her slick folds and slid inside in one long, wet glide. Sarah’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes rolling back. She was tight, scorching, her inner walls fluttering around every inch.

“Oh shit… so full,” she gasped, forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Move. Please.”

I thrust up hard, bouncing her on my lap. The wet slap of skin on skin competed with the rain. Sarah bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud, but little whimpers still escaped every time I bottomed out and ground against her cervix.

“Harder,” she begged in a broken whisper. “Fuck me like you wanted to do every time I bent over your table.”

I flipped us in the cramped space, pinning her on her back. Her legs wrapped high around my waist as I drove into her pussy with deep, punishing strokes. The tent shook. Bottles clinked. Sarah’s tits bounced under her tank top; I shoved the fabric up so I could watch them jiggle, nipples dark and stiff.

She reached between us, frantically rubbing her clit while I pounded her. “I’m close… don’t stop, Jake. Fill me up.”

Her pussy clamped down suddenly, pulsing in hard waves. A gush of wetness coated my balls as she came, back arching, teeth sunk into my neck to muffle her cry. The sensation dragged me over with her. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her clenching cunt until it leaked out around my shaft with every twitch.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick and trembling while the storm raged on.

Morning light filtered gray through the tent walls. I woke to the smell of instant coffee and the soft clink of a metal cup. Sarah sat cross-legged beside me wearing only my oversized flannel, hair a wild mess, cheeks still flushed. She handed me the steaming cup with a shy little smirk that was nothing like her confident waitress smile.

“Morning, regular,” she said softly, eyes dropping to my mouth then away again. “Last night was… a lot of whiskey and a lot of bad decisions.”

I took a sip, letting the bitter heat wake me. “Didn’t feel like bad decisions when you were riding me and whispering how big my cock felt.”

她的笑声很轻，几乎带着几分羞怯。她把一缕头发别到耳后。“小声点。大家就在二十英尺外做早餐。我每次动一下，都还能感觉到你留在我里面的东西。”

我伸手过去，拇指拂过她法兰绒衬衫下裸露的大腿。“很好。这样你一路下山都会想着我。”

莎拉的目光再次与我对上，晨起后的尴尬背后闪烁着炽热。她倾身靠近，声音压成我在酒吧里就爱上的那种挑逗语调。“下周五老时间……也许我会把酒带到你家，而不是帐篷里。如果你能应付没有观众的第二回合的话。”

I grinned, stealing a quick kiss that tasted like coffee and last night’s bourbon. “Deal. But only if you wear the little shorts you had on yesterday.”

她翻了个白眼，但笑容依然挂在脸上，她啜饮着自己的杯子，我们偷偷交换着眼神，而远处的声音在滴水的树林外笑着。