This takes place around the first weekend of June this year. Molly and I had not done anything sexual since the beginning of the year. Our schedules were all over the place and she was excessively stressed from work which just kills her mood. To top it all off she had been having a minor medical issue that was making her extremely self-conscious so our fun had pretty much stopped. We planned a camping trip at a local lake for the first real weekend of the summer, a couple of nights in the woods with a campfire and some fun on the lake, it was going to be a good time regardless.

Going into this trip I was not expecting anything sexual from Molly due to everything I had already mentioned. Getting to the campsite proved to be a bit of a production and I had to make two car trips to get us out to the site. This was made even more annoying because I had a shift the day we left and one of my coworkers called out sick so I was not able to leave work as early as I had intended. I’m sure you all don’t care about the logistics of getting to the campsite, but all of this is to say that by the time we were finally there and set up both of us were ready to unwind and let off some steam.

The very first thing I did once camp was set was make Molly a drink before building a fire and starting dinner. We got cozy around the fire as night dimmed the sky and listened to the other people in the campground chatting and laughing. There were only a few other people there on a Sunday night and all of the sites immediately next to ours were empty. It was a perfectly cozy and quiet night out under the stars. I even had a couple of drinks, which is not normal for me. I don’t typically drink because I tend to have impulse control issues when I’m impaired so I tend to avoid the sauce.

As I cleaned up from dinner by lantern light Molly made us some s’mores, the whole affair was very wholesome and I was doing my best to ignore the horny thoughts brewing in my mind. We tidied up the site and got ourselves ready for bed. We were tent camping but it was pretty close to glamping with a giant air mattress, a couple of blankets used as rugs, and a small lamp casting a dim warm glow over the interior of the tent. We lay in bed smoking a bowl and snuggling.

I’ve mentioned this before in my stories about Molly, this woman is intoxicating! Her soft pale skin is lightly sprinkled with enough freckles to add to the cute factor. This, coupled with her slim petit figure, which is accentuated by the full curves of her hips and a supple round bubble of an ass, makes her the definition of heavenly beauty. She is so perfectly proportioned and incredibly gorgeous. Every time I'm in her presence I have to fight the urge to feel her elegant curves while I bask in the glow of her breathtaking beauty.

She had changed into her PJs, a very light-flowing t-shirt, and a sage green pair of loose-fitting booty shorts that did not hug her figure but barely reached the bottom of her ample bottom. The entire mood was very cozy and peaceful. At one point she rolled on her left side, leaving her back towards me. As Molly did this she shifted her hips and pushed her ass towards me while also bringing her feet up and pressing the bare, cool, skin of her soles against the warm flesh of my calves. I reached out and began to rub her shoulders which prompted her to release a contented sigh. I was fully prepared to drift off to sleep with some of the bluest balls ever when I felt her ass wiggle ever so slightly. It was a small enough movement that initially I believed she was just settling and I attempted steeling myself against the desire to instigate a sexual encounter that I was confident would be rebuffed. I was one hundred percent wrong.

Molly shifted again, this time bringing her hand up and teasing my fingers as I continued to massage the tension out of her shoulders. Her touch was so light as the tips of her fingers traced up my digits. Her hips gyrated again, this time pressing into my thigh as her soft fingertips continued exploring the top of my large rough hand. I became emboldened by the sensuality of the situation and closed the distance between us, curling around my slightly deflated beach ball of a belly to press my face into the inviting nook where her neck and shoulders met. When my lips met her smooth porcelain skin she let out another quiet sigh that felt charged with a moan under it. I inhaled and could almost taste the scent of her budding arousal.

Molly always smells good, and it's not just the products she uses, her natural smell is so delightful and exciting. There have been nights when we have spent time together after she got off work and just the smell of her sweat is enough to drive me insane with desire. When she’s actually aroused it evokes levels of lust in me that I cannot resist. As I reveled in the aroma of her building desire I shifted my thigh to press against the interstice of her butt and I could feel the unmistakable radiant warmth of her arousal. This elicited another charged sigh that was more moan than the last.

We lay like that for a moment as her hips began to roll again in small undulations against my thigh. Molly then rolled on her back, spreading one leg towards me as she brought her face up and lustfully gazed into my eyes. I took her dainty hand in mine and sensually traced my fingertips along her soft skin, taking care to caress and explore every detail of her fingers before bringing it up to my lips and placing a tender kiss across her knuckles, all the while holding the smoldering stare between us.

The tension was rising and we both knew where this was headed. Molly’s foot began to glide along my leg, as I traded my grip on her hand from my right to my left, which I was laying on while facing her. I casually brought my now free hand to her waist, allowing my fingers to slip beneath the loose thin fabric of her shirt, and begin stroking the silky flesh of her midsection. I was still moving cautiously, unsure how far she would be willing to push this encounter, gently trying to coax her into more fun. I became intimately aware of her quickly stiffening nipples, bristling against her shirt. No bra. The sight of her nipples standing at attention emboldened me to become more aggressively sexual. I took the tip of her middle finger in my lips and gently bit the edge along the nail. My right hand teased up along her side, dragging the shirt with it and exposing Molly’s tight, toned belly. I let the hem of her nightshirt slip back under my touch as I approached her chest, taking care to tease around her breasts before gently pinching her nipple.

A full, low moan escaped Molly’s lips and her eyes half closed. She was quickly becoming lost in the ecstasy of our connection. She then rolled towards me, pressing her chest against mine and kissing me deeply. The kiss was not wet or sloppy but was overwhelmingly full of passionate need. I could feel the small hard buds of her nipples as our bodies entangled. My left arm slipped under her head and I draped it along her spine as I pawed at her hip and ass with my right hand, firmly grasping the curve of her buttock and pulling her left leg up so my thigh could slip between hers. As I pushed further into the inviting gap between her thighs she met my motion and ground her warm sex against me. I could already feel the moisture of her desire as she rolled her hips into my leg.

Our lips parted and she exhaled a breathy moan as our eyes locked again. “We can keep going, just be gentle, and no sex.”

I smiled back at her as the fingers of my right hand found their way up into the loose leg of her shorts and began to tease the hem of her very plain panties, they were soaked. Molly’s eyes rolled back and her breath shuddered as I traced the contours of her slit through the damp material. “You can trust me, I'm going to take good care of you.” Molly fully relaxed into her need, melting against my body and pooling in my hands. Full release, the signal that her body belonged to me for the next few hours. Feeling her embrace the lust and giving herself to me is so exhilarating, there is nothing as intimate or sensual as a woman trusting you to take power over her and giving you her whole essence.

My touches continued to be light and teasing, building her already boiling-over desire. My fingers were pressed against her fabric covered entrance with a carefully calculated amount of pressure, enticing her without being too rough. The more I teased the more Molly’s body reacted, rolling her hips to push herself into my hand, as her arms wrapped around my upper body, nails digging into my back clawing at me in an attempt to pull me into her. She was losing control, her movements becoming erratic and her moans increasing in volume. Finally, she locked her stare on mine, her eyes burning with carnality, “Please go down on me!” It was not a request, it was a polite demand.

“When I’m ready.” I smirked as she whined with impatient horniness. I then rolled her onto her back and shifted myself fully between her legs, grasping her biceps just below her shoulders and forcing her arms above her head. I quickly moved one hand up, cuffing both her wrists and pinning her to the air mattress. Molly squealed in surprised delight. I then used my free hand to pull her shirt up, revealing the silky alabaster skin of her stomach and chest. I lifted the thin fabric, turning the shirt inside out, bringing it far enough up that her face was covered but her chin and mouth were now exposed through the neck hole.

My attention was immediately drawn to her supple, creamy breasts. I groaned with my mounting desire and kissed my way to her perfect pink nipples standing at attention. Molly sighed as I took each rosy nub between my lips, licking and nibbling on them in turn. She continued to grind her hips against my pelvis, my cock straining against my shorts as it nestled into the warm inviting embrace of her wanton need.

“Fuck, please, I need you to go down on me.” The building tension coiled in her body like a spring ready to snap free and explode.

I put a firm hand around her throat and bit her cherry red lip then whispered into her ear, “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.” It may not seem like a very dominant thing to say but it was not a request for instruction. I was prompting her to embrace the lust and speak explicitly. Molly is a very reserved person when it comes to sexuality in day-to-day life, but I’ve learned that when she's excited it drives her wild if I make her say extremely naughty and overtly sexual things.

“I need you to lick my pussy! I need your tongue inside me! Fuck, please lick me!” She writhed beneath me convulsing in uncontrollable desperation.

“Slut.” Color flushed what little of her cheeks I could see. That name always got her. I removed my grip on her wrists and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and in one quick motion slid them over her ample bottom and down her shapely legs, revealing a full tangle of dark curly hair. She took the opportunity to pull her shirt off and sheepishly observed me as I drank in the sight of the untamed wilderness covering her crotch.

Molly glanced at me and then looked down as if ashamed of the state of her body. “I haven’t shaved.”

I glanced up, catching her eyes as she searched for my reaction. I openly showed my hunger and eagerness to dive in, saying “I love it, you look amazing! She blushed again but I didn’t wait for a response as I removed my own shirt and dove in between her thighs, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. She was so ready to receive my attention, her lips swollen and bright with the little pink bud of her clit beckoning my tongue. She was so wet with anticipation that I could see it clinging in little droplets to the coarse dark patch of fur. I stuck my tongue out and gently teased the folds of her sex while licking some of the moisture from her pubes. She tasted divine, tangy yet sweet with a hint of floral earthiness.

Her hands came to rest on my head, fingers weaving through my hair as she pulled me into her. I drank up her desire as I probed the silky folds of flesh, each lick elicited a loud moan from her. It was a good thing we didn’t have any neighbors tonight, I thought to myself as I took my pleasure in her overt lustful delight.

Her thighs squeezed my head and I continued to explore her depths. I reached down and removed my shorts allowing my throbbing member to spring free. While I licked and suckled on her muff I maneuvered my member so it was pointing towards my belly and began to grind against the air mattress in an attempt to pleasure myself.

My face was buried in her sex as she undulated beneath my tongue, riding out her pleasure against my mouth. I moved my left hand up and began to delve into her opening with my middle finger, gently inserting myself up to the first knuckle. Her slit was warm and welcoming to my advances as I tenderly massaged the little rough patch of delicate flesh just inside her opening. I clasped my lips around her clit and began to roll my tongue across the little love bud. That, in combination with my probing digit built up into her crescendo and it was not long before Molly began to spasm in the throws of one of the most intense orgasms I've ever given her. Her thighs clenched my head and her whole body convulsed as a gush of fresh liquid poured out coating my hand and chin as she rode out her climax.

As she relaxed into a puddle on the mattress I removed my face and hands from her lap and shifted my body up to lay next to her. “Good girl.” I complimented her as she sighed in contentment and lounged onto my chest, squeezing her breasts against me.

While we lay like this I began to stroke myself, listening to her ragged breathing begin to settle. She began to tease her fingertips along my sides and through the hair on my chest. She glanced up and me and said “Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me?” There was a glint of devious delight in her eyes as the power dynamic between us shifted.

“Yes” was all I could respond with as I stroked my cock faster.

“Are you going to cum for your slut?”

“Yes!”

“I need you to be a good boy and cum for me.”

It was so hot having this type of naughty energy spilling forth from this sweet little woman. I extended my left arm, snaking it under her body lightly cupping her still soaked opening, and began to gently rub the sensitive folds of skin. Molly's lips found mine but she began to moan into my mouth as my tender touch revved her back up. I continued to pump myself as I slipped a single finger into her box. She gasped and clutched my arm. Our lips met again but her mouth hung open in a silent moan. “Where do you want my cum?” I prompted her as she kept attempting to kiss me through her uncontrollable silent gasps of pleasure.

“Cum on my tits!” Molly said as she gave her chest a little shake, rubbing the soft mounds of her breasts against me, the hard nubs of her nipples pushing into my skin. The sensations of the intimate contact coupled with hearing her say something so blatantly naughty was too much and I erupted, cum shooting out of my swollen member as a deep groaning moan escaped my lips. “YES! That’s right, cum for me, cum all over my tits! Good boy.” I did not, in fact, cum on her tits, honestly I have no idea how I managed to not get any cum on her at all. I knew that while she was getting off to saying these things the act of me actually spewing my seed onto her breasts would not be something she enjoyed but fuck was it hot to hear. She shuddered again with another small orgasm that coincided with the last few pathetic spurts of cum escaping. Now it was my turn to convulse in the ecstasy of a full-body orgasm. We lay like that for a few moments, catching our breath and calming down.

Molly and I have been having naughty adventures for many years at this point and it still amazes me that we can achieve such intense encounters.