In a Pitch Black Tent

I was tugged from slumber by sensations.  Sensations clouded my thoughts and fog permeated the darkness of the tent.  I awoke confused at what had made me stir and I’m sure what I thought were minutes was truly only seconds as I willed myself awake.  The realization stunned me. Intimate fingers had coaxed my nipple to pert attention.  It rose firmly from the swell of my modest breast like it was reaching back to the fingers that gently twisted it.  Nerves flitted wildly through my torso launching scores of butterflies in my stomach.  Urgent messages of arousal telegraphed on invisible strands to the juncture of my thighs.

I gasped at my sense of sudden wetness and the feel of Rachael’s breasts pressed softly at my shoulder blades.  She stirred and the ridges of her hips rubbed my ass as she spooned her legs up against mine.  Her arm draped lightly over my side as she continued to fondle my breast.  Rachael shifted her face to nibble the edge of my ear and the muscles of my honeyed tunnel clenched.  I know I was breathing heavily.  My mind would not quite grasp that I was being seduced by my lifelong friend.  I was being seduced toward sex of a type I’d never had before.

I was anxious, still confused and nervous; not knowing how to react, but I was not going to stop the feelings this gave me.  I moved my arm slowly to stroke the back of her hand; my act of acceptance I suppose of the sensual nature of her touch.  That’s when it occurred to me that I was wearing a cotton top.  Rachael’s warm palm meant her hand was inside my shirt as her fingers toyed with my hardened nipple.

I felt her shift again.  She rose and in the darkness I couldn’t see her but I felt her hands at my waist.  Rachael slid her hands slowly up my sides, pushing my shirt upwards and kissing my skin at every inch she exposed.  I felt her tongue dive into my naval as the top of my shirt cleared my breasts.  My nipples telegraphed the sudden chill of night air I hadn’t felt before.  They were instantly warmed as she took them each, one at a time into her mouth and when she left them, the wetness made the chill bite my points. 

I felt the light brush of her own hard nipples on my cool skin as she inched higher.  The she rose up slightly and bent to kiss me.  She kissed me warmly and tenderly just before pushing my shirt higher.  It was over my face when I felt the next kiss.  It was a kiss of our pebbled breasts as the tips touched.  Our breathing alone stroked one flat tip against the other until I felt my shirt rise higher.  I had always been jealous of Rachael’s tits.  She knew that.  I’d wanted to touch them just to know what it would feel like to be built like her.  On the other hand, she dissuaded me saying she wanted mine.  I know now the double meaning of that phrase.

With my arms pinned over my head she kissed me again.  It was passionate this time.  Her tongue explored my lips and the ridges of my teeth.  She slid it behind my teeth and inhaled my breath.  I could not help but return her affection as she shifted once more and eased her legs between mine.  Our mounds pressed firmly together, Rachael slowly rolled her hips.  Our mounds rubbed and our hip bones ground as we kissed and I wrapped my arms around her.

Rachael lifted off of me and turned.  She was on her stomach, her ass near my shoulder as I felt the light scratch of her fingernails dragging down my skin.  My breath was caught in my throat at the thought of where she was going but I didn’t have much time to consider it.  I felt her fingers part my engorged lips and her brush across the top of my slit.  Every sensation in my body suddenly radiated to my clit.  She pulled back the tender hood and dragged her fingernail across its tender flesh.  My hips bucked and I exhaled the breath I’d been holding.  I think I cried out but I heard nothing as she smothered my clit with her tongue.  My hips lurched and my stomach tensed, jerking my shoulders from the ground. 

I couldn’t contain my gasp as my shoulder settled back and my back arched uncontrollably against the weight of her chest on my hips.  Rachael settled into a slow rhythm as I lowered my hand to stroke the smooth swells of her ass but I bucked again as she slid two fingers deep into my wet tunnel.  I couldn’t lie passively accepting her any longer.  I ease my arm under her leg, felt briefly for her opening and pushed.  Together, we stroked the tender rough ridges of the front wall of our pussys while I basked in the exquisite sensations of her licking and sucking and biting.  But I wanted more.

I lifted Rachael’s leg.  She resisted at first but then let me have my way, crossing my body with her leg until she squatted over my face.  It was still too dark; I longed to see her.  But I knew she was there.  I inhaled the musky scent between her legs.  I reached up to the top of her ass and pulled her close until I found the sweetly pungent taste of her sex.  She felt silky and soft against my tongue as it danced among her petals.  Her squat spread her wide and I plunged my tongue into her hole.  Now, Rachael was moaning just as much as I, while I savored the taste of her honey trickling down my tongue.