Since the weather is warming up, I thought this would be appropriate Enjoy, I had a great time writing it!

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“Anyone wanna play Flashlight Tag?” Phil asked hopefully.

The communal campsite exploded with enthusiastic answers. Even though most of the “kids” (Phil included) were in high school, they were happy to escape their supposedly more mature existence in favor of a beloved, carefree pastime. The camp rustled with activity as they hurriedly began to put on sweatshirts against the cooling temperatures and to find flashlights for everyone.

My fiancé Scott’s family had been camping at Rocky Shore State Park every August with at least four other families and their kids since he could remember. They always went in a large group, had adjoining campsites, and enjoyed the sun and surf for two weeks before school started. This was the first time I’d accompanied them for more than just one day as I usually had a summer job to pay for tuition at the state university. That summer before my senior year, I decided to go jobless and enjoy my last little bit of freedom before joining the ‘real world’. Scott was also a senior at the university, but we’d met and started dating in high school over four years before. He had quit his job at the local grocery store earlier that month, was excited to go camping, and even more thrilled that I happily agreed to come along. I told him as long as there were real bathrooms and a working shower I’d gladly follow him anywhere. Plus, of course, the opportunity to have sex out in the woods, which I casually mentioned with a wink right before going home to pack, evilly leaving him with a hard-on.

We had been there for three days, and planned to stay another five. The weather was warm, sunny and beautiful, but the seas were cold as New England water tended to be. That evening, everyone was gathered around the bonfire. It was a large group of more than twenty people. Marshmallows, Hershey’s bars and graham crackers were passed around for s’mores, and people got up occasionally to change into pants or put on a jacket against the advancing evening. It wasn’t late, maybe 8pm, and the sun hadn’t yet gone down all the way. I was also nearly ready to change as I was only wearing a pair of short khaki shorts and a cotton tank over my bikini.

I was sitting on a small chair next to Scott and we held hands. The firelight danced off his hazel eyes and shy smile, and I was tempted to passionately make him mine right there. We had been sharing a large eight person tent with just his parents, so despite a comfortable amount of room, there had been exactly zero chance of anything intimate happening. Not to mention the watchful eyes of the other families and the fact that we had no privacy with the proximity of other campers.

Scott leaned into me and quietly asked, “Want to play, too? Maybe have a little ‘private time’ on our way?” Even though his face was in shadow, there was clearly a wink in his voice. I glanced down and saw that his cargo shorts had a large bulge in the front not caused by the zipper.

I hated to disappoint him but I lowered my voice, “We shouldn’t go yet, it’s a little too early. With our luck, one of the kids or someone else on the path would catch us, pants down and all. Let’s wait a little while.”

“Good point,” he said, squeezing my hand. He adjusted his shorts so the bulge was less obvious, but not before squeezing his muscles, making his cock twitch noticeably. I grinned, and messily ate the s’more I had made, licking the melted chocolate off of my fingers perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “You fucking tease,” Scott whispered.

A few minutes later, Phil and the other teens returned, flashlights in hand. “Where are you going to play?” Sandy asked. Sandy was Phil’s mother, and a pretty relaxed, go-with-the-flow parent who liked to be kept in the loop.

“Just to the Pavilion,” Phil answered, “We’ll be okay; it’s only about a twenty minute walk. We’ll be there for a while, don’t wait up for us.”

“That’s fine, I just like to keep tabs on you kids,” Sandy replied. “Have fun, and everyone comes back alive, you hear me?”

The kids laughed and jogged off toward the path to the Pavilion, chatting and swinging their flashlights like lightsabers in the fading light. Being a Star Wars fan, Scott chuckled.

“What’s the Pavilion?” I asked him. I couldn’t remember seeing it.

“It’s a large stone pavilion and sitting area with picnic tables that’s open at one end and covered at the other. It’s at the other end of the beach, opposite where we usually are,” he replied. “Technically it’s closed at night, nobody’s supposed to go in there, but we used to sneak up there all the time to play Flashlight Tag when I was younger, too. It’s a little risky going out there after dark, ‘cause the path goes right by the beach and there are patrols at night. I’ve heard that they arrest people for trespassing, but that’s probably just a rumor. I’m sure they’re just making sure that no one’s trying to bury a dead body or something.” Scott laughed.

“Oh! Now that you mention it, I thought I saw it yesterday, beyond the pier.”

Scott nodded. “You probably did, that’s where it is. There are some nice views from it, looking out over the ocean. And,” he leaned closer, “I’ve always wanted to lean you over the edge, sink my cock into that sweet little pussy, and hear you scream out over the water.”

I fidgeted a little; I could feel myself getting wet at his words. “That, uh, sounds nice.” I got up and made another s’more to distract myself.

Being in our early 20’s, we were the only ones left at the fire that were anywhere near our age group. All the rest were people in their forties and fifties. We listened to the adults’ conversation for a while, and answered questions about our future plans. Yes, we planned to get married the following year; no, it wasn’t going to be a huge wedding; yes, we both planned on working…blah blah blah. I wasn’t concentrating on the questions, or even what my answers were. I was just waiting for enough time to go by so Scott and I could leave somehow without it looking suspicious. And from the spacey way Scott was answering, his mind was elsewhere too.

It had been at least a month since we’d last made love. Scott had been working at the grocery store and finally had a day off. I’d stopped by and surprised him on the patio by the pool while his parents were at work. I reflected on our encounter, the memories came in flashes. Scott sitting on the side of the pool while I was in the water, licking and sucking on his hard shaft; me slowly pulling my bikini top to the sides, exposing my soft, round breasts; Scott sucking on my erect nipples and moving down to do the same to my clit; both of us reclined on a lounge chair with him on top, urgently driving into me, then pulling out and erupting all over my stomach. As I thought about our afternoon, I felt my nipples grow hard against my bikini top and cotton tank. I wasn’t sure if it was due to my momentary fantasy or the cool evening. If Scott thought he was the only one itching to get laid, he was sorely mistaken.

An hour must have passed as the sun went down behind the trees, plunging the camping circle into darkness. “Hey, Kara?” A voice startled me away from my thoughts of Scott’s throbbing cock.

“Huh?” I looked up and saw Sandy waving at me from halfway around the fire. “I’m sorry, I must have zoned out.”

“I was wondering if you would go to the Pavilion and check on the kids. I’m sure they’re fine, but…well, you know.”

“No problem, I’ll go. Should I tell them to come back?”

“No, just make a head count or something to make sure they’re all in one piece.” Sandy laughed.

I smiled, and got up from my chair. The evening had continued to cool down, and even though the temperature was probably still in the low 70’s, I thought I’d better change. The whole week so far had also been mercifully mosquito-free, but one never knew. Scott slipped out of his seat, and followed me.

As I unzipped the tent door and climbed in, he whispered, “You know, the Pavilion is a good ways away, and since you’ve never been there before, I should go too. Make sure you don’t get lost and all that.” I could tell he was being a little sarcastic, but it was well known that I’d never been good with directions, so the idea could be perfectly plausible to the others.

“That’s fine, whatever you’d like to do.” If he was going to be sly, I could be, too.

I quickly changed out of my shorts, simply taking them off with my bikini bottoms and throwing on a pair of khakis. I untied and slipped out of my bikini top, leaving my tank on. I fumbled around and put on a light, long-sleeved tee. My nipples felt like they’d rip right through the two thin layers, and I smiled as I ran my fingers over them. If it were lighter in the tent, I think Scott’s eyes would have popped out of his head, but he didn’t notice. He was busy changing into a long-sleeved tee as well. I figured he’d discover sooner or later I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Scott ducked out to tell Sandy that he was going with me for “directional” purposes. He returned and said, “Okay, ready? Let’s grab some flashlights and head out!” I could almost feel his grin as we left, flip-flops on and flashlights in hand.

Even though it was well past dusk, the full moon offered a good deal of light. As we moved out of the clearing made for the campsites and onto the path that ran under the trees, the moonlight gradually disappeared. I could hear the katydids and crickets in the woods, just starting to sing their late-summer song. Although I had changed and was quite comfortable, I felt the cool night air and my nipples continued to strain against my shirt, unhindered by a bra. I wondered if Scott still had that huge bulge in his shorts.

We took our time, enjoying the quiet night and following the main path that ran through the pines and maples. We passed a few other people on the path, only visible by the flashlights pointed down in front of them. Nobody spoke except in whispers to the person they were with; no one wanted to interrupt the soft silence of the night, so unlike our hurried day-to-day lives. Although we took this route to the beach every day on our bikes, it was very different walking hand in hand at night. I felt tingles travel up my hand whenever Scott would squeeze it.

After about a half hour of walking, Scott and I turned onto a small open road from which we could hear crashing waves on the beach. We turned our flashlights off; the full moon adequately illuminated the path in front of us, casting long shadows from a few scrubby trees. We could see each other more clearly now, and Scott glanced down at my chest, nipples protruding visibly through the thin material. “I’ve wanted to do this all goddamn week,” he said, and cupping my face with one hand, he gently kissed me. He ran his other hand over my hardened nipples and I shivered. As he pressed against me, I could feel his growing hardness.

Suddenly, we heard a truck drive down the beach. We quickly lay down out of sight behind a dune under a scraggly tree. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. “That’s one of the beach patrols,” Scott whispered. “We really shouldn’t be out here where we can be seen. The kids know enough to hide, anyway. I’m sure they’ll be fine on their own.” He looked at me, a wicked smile on his face.

Still lying low, I innocently asked, “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m sure we can think of something.” The roar of the ocean was all we could hear now; the truck was gone. “Come on!” Scott grabbed my hand, and we ran back onto the tree-covered path, switching on our flashlights. We jogged for a bit, fully immersing ourselves in the darkness. When we were both sure that we were alone and would not be seen, we stopped. Looking around, we found a small clearing. We turned off the path and walked a short distance to a large pine tree with very little underbrush surrounding it. The silence was heavy; our footsteps seemed excruciatingly loud though cushioned by the fallen pine needles.

We smiled at each other in the soft light before turning our flashlights off and setting them on the ground. My eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light, although it was so dark I could not see the path fifty feet from us. It was as if we were blindfolded; all other senses were on high alert. My body hummed with anticipation.

Scott found me with his hands, gently caressing my sides as he backed me up against the large pine. I could sense him and see his outline as he leaned in, listening to my breathing. Our lips met once again, our tongues exploring each other in the silence. It was all I could do to keep from moaning. My hands roamed over his muscular frame and gradually worked their way down, finding his shorts. I lightly traced my hands over his erection and I felt Scott smile against me as his lips ravished mine.

I lowered the zipper agonizingly slowly. It was so quiet; I could hear the individual metal teeth release as I moved it down. Scott pulled them down the rest of the way, and his boxer briefs too. He stepped into me, and I reached out and stroked his dick. I’d never felt him so hard before, and the head was already slick with his juices. I took my thumb and slowly spread a drop of pre-cum over the tip.

Scott slowly moved his hands down my shirt, barely touching my rock-hard nipples. I gasped, and he moved his hands over them again, rolling them under his palms. I leaned back against the tree, and lifted my shirts up over my breasts, exposing them to the cool night air. They stood at attention and Scott lowered his head, capturing a nipple in his mouth. He slowly licked it, and gently pinched the other with a free hand as I continued to rub his shaft. I felt him reach back to release a bra that wasn’t there; upon discovering this, he moaned very softly into my tits, and continued to tease them with his tongue.

I knelt down in front of Scott, taking his dick into my mouth. His penis was so warm in contrast with the air. I gently licked the head, tasting his pre-cum before engulfing his shaft with my mouth. I heard Scott breathe in sharply as I silently sucked his cock, jerking with one hand and gently tugging on his balls with the other. After a minute, I began to stand up and leaned back slightly, catching his wet cock in between my firm breasts. I pushed them together, and Scott slowly thrust between my tits. He brushed his hand over my nipples as he moved back and forth; with every forward thrust I would lick the head. I could feel he was close to orgasm, so I stood up and gently stroked him, bringing him down a little. We kissed again, and I gently cupped his balls.

“Your turn,” Scott softly murmured, lowering the zipper on my khakis, his mouth never leaving mine. I felt him reach for my panties to remove them, and his mild shock when he realized I wasn’t wearing any. “Someone’s been a bad girl,” he breathed, and pulled my pants to my ankles. I stepped out of them, only to have my legs forcefully separated. Still caressing me with his lips, Scott reached out and touched my naked pussy, carefully running a finger up and down the slit. Suddenly, he thrust first one finger into my wet hole, than another. His thumb found my clit and rubbed it; the little bud grew harder as Scott invaded me with his fingers, teasing my g-spot. This assault lasted mere minutes, but I was so aroused I could feel the wetness running down my thighs. My body was one hot, exposed nerve.

I nearly cried out when Scott pressed me against the tree and drove into me with his rigid shaft. I felt his arms around me picking me up, and I lifted my legs as he pushed forward and propped me against the pine. He rammed into me again and again, and I could feel an orgasm beginning to build. We made very little noise, except for the muffled squishing noises his cock made as he entered my dampness.

Scott pulled out of me and lowered me down, leaving me feeling empty. I was still pinned against the tree, and he teased my clit with the head of his cock, gently caressing it. He paused a moment, and I felt him pull back. Abruptly, I felt his mouth on my pussy as he kissed my slick lips and quickly sucked my clit into his mouth, nursing it. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I came violently, digging my hands into his shoulders, shuddering with pleasure. Both he and I were covered in our slippery juices.

I felt him move behind me, and I walked forward a few feet to where I had seen the outline of a fallen tree. Not wanting to lay down, I bent forward and leaned against the timbers, propping myself up with my hands, ass in the air. I felt Scott push against my drenched cunt. He slid into me with ease and leaned over me, pressing his chest against my back, kissing it as he moved. He reached around and found my clit with one hand, masturbating me while he rocked his hips slowly, not really thrusting, just filling me up. “Fuck me, pound me!” I commanded, my voice a hoarse whisper.

Wordlessly, Scott put his hands on my hips and vigorously plunged his dick into my hot hole. I could feel another orgasm building, this one bigger than the last. Scott drove into me faster and faster, his erection getting harder as he neared his peak. I could feel the walls of my pussy tightly gripping his penis as he rode me. My body let go in a wet climax as Scott exploded into me at the same time. I could feel his cock spasming as he pumped warm cum into me, filling me up. He soon relaxed and hugged me from behind, exhausted. Scott pulled out, letting our cum run out of my pussy to the ground below my spread legs.

We quietly gathered our things and dressed quickly, taking just a moment to share one more passionate kiss. It was getting late, but no one had been on the path since we had left it. We started back toward the campsites, holding hands, whispering appreciation for a time well spent.

We flicked on our flashlights, and lit up the path in front of us. Suddenly, Scott stopped and I heard his light click off. I looked around to see where he was, and he quickly turned and moved his flashlight beam over me. “Tag, you’re it.” I chased him all the way back to the campsites, making a mental note to ask Sandy if the kids may need someone to check on them tomorrow night, too.

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Great story, Phoenix. Your character development is very detailed and easy to follow. The plot reminds me of my younger days with my wife.