Decided to camp in the wildlife reserve for a few days. Needed to clear my head, recharge. First day off: packed gear meticulously. Tent, sleeping bag, cooler, kayak straps. No forgetting essentials. Pulled up to the entrance booth. Pre-booked pass in hand. Quick paperwork. But her face hit harder than the wilderness ahead. Young brunette at the gate, smiling wide. Not just pretty—fiery eyes, nature lover vibe. Athletic build under uniform. Heart raced. Vacation off to a hot start.
Set up camp by dusk. Unzipped tent, hammered stakes into soft earth. Fire crackled soon after. Beers cracked open. Stared into flames, mind on her. Next morning, early launch on the lake. Kayak slicing calm water. Paddled slow, fantasizing. Her lips, body. Won’t see her again. Too shy to approach anyway. Dream on.
The Stopover: Gate Glance and Campfire Spark
Evening post-dinner. Settling by fire with a book. Scratching noises. Critter raiding leftovers? Grabbed axe in one hand, lantern in other. Heart pounding. Approached shadows near tent. Movement. Not a raccoon or bear—her. Nathalie from the gate. She yelped at my raised axe. Burst out laughing. Dropped it fast. Awkward apologies. Offered a beer as sorry. Her patrol done? She said yes. Shocked, but stoked.
Paced camp. Overthought every word. She showed: tank top hugging curves, tiny shorts showing toned legs. Even hotter up close. Stumbled first chat. Got her name, poured drink. Flowed easy. Nature hikes, travel tales, books, photos. Passionate talk. Another skunk rustle. She jumped into my arms. Soft breast against chest. Kissed her neck. Skin like silk. She shivered. Eyes locked. Tongues met. No words needed. Pulled her close. Hands roamed.
Tent zip flew open. Pounced. Bodies grinding. Peeled off her top. Firm tits begged attention. Sucked nipples hard, bit gentle. She moaned. Pants off. Down her body: belly, thighs spread. Dove in. She grabbed my head, shoved to her slick pussy. Bald, wet heaven. Tongue lashed clit. Fingers plunged deep. She bucked, gasped.
The Transit: Tent Inferno and Morning Rush
Needed her now. She flipped us. Sixty-nine. Her mouth engulfed my throbbing cock. Swirled tongue, sucked balls. Nearly blew. I ate her out fierce, finger teasing ass. Exploded down her throat. She came hard, flooding my face.
Cuddled after. Traced her perfect C-cups, flat tan belly. Slid to soaked lips. Teased slow. She stroked me firm. Mutual build. Fingers in her, thumb on clit. Hit G-spot. She shattered, pulled me in. Slid deep. She gripped ass, thrust back. Flipped doggy. Pounded hard. Hand on clit. She screamed orgasm. I unloaded inside.
Dawn stirred me. Nature chorus. Her hand on my dick. Kissed, sucked me rigid. Popped tent flap. Laughed at my shock. ‘Work calls,’ she winked. Strutted off naked. Unforgettable exit.