The next night, I could barely sleep. I tossed and turned anticipating the fun I'd have the next morning, kinda like when you can't sleep before "Santa comes". So, when the truck cranked up at 530am, I heard it. I peeked out of my tent to make sure it was the right one. It was. She was alone, and the lights were still on. Was she already up? How could I find out without making this awkward.

I decided I'd get up and shower. That had seemingly lured her out the other times. I wrapped in the towel, crawled out of the tent, and headed to the bathhouse. Lights still on ... good sign.

I showered and started back to my tent, but when I checked, her lights were off. She wasn't sitting there on her stool with the coffee, either. Dammit! Maybe I should have just gone on over instead of the shower. Nah, too desperate.

I soldiered on to my tent, somewhat disappointed but hopeful for later. I pulled the zipper pull around unlocking the teeth, lifted the door flap out of the way, and leaned down to climb into the tent to catch a little more sleep before going over to knock on her door. She had other plans in mind.

As I poked my head through the tent opening, I was met with bright red toes. My eyes tracked up from there, revealing her firm but slender legs, completely bare. In fact, all of her was completely bare. My eyes kept moving up, slender waist, a tight vline leading up from her pussy, just enough abs to give me something to trace my tongue over, and then her breasts, full, perky B's. Her nipples were already standing at attention.

"Fancy meeting you here," I quipped as I crawled inside. I zipped the tent closed and started to move up toward her mouth for a kiss. She stopped me. "You may start at my ankles," she commanded as she lifted her right leg toward my face. "It's like that, huh? Well, I've been fantasizing about putting my mouth on every inch of you. So, gladly," I said and pressed my lips against her ankle. She shivered slightly. I wondered if all this bravado had been a show. Was this her first time stepping out on her husband? I pushed the thought out of my mind and continued to move my mouth up her legs. When I reached her knee, I nipped at the inner side with my teeth and then flattened my tongue against her thigh, dragging it slowly up toward her pussy.

She wiggled as I got near her lips, like she was trying to push them closer to my tongue. I wanted to play a little first. I moved my mouth and tongue close enough to touch, but just breathed hard on her lady parts before kissing her vline. She released a frustrated whimper, but quickly got back into character, "You get back down there and kiss me like you mean it!" My cock pulsed with excitement. "Yes, ma'am!" as I repositioned to slip my tongue between the folds.

I slid my tongue forward from the back, sweeping side to side as I moved, and then finished with a swirl around her clit. She seemed to like all of that. I repeated several more times, but each time my tongue touched her clit, she squirmed a little more than the last. I pressed my lips against her, and gently pulled her into my mouth before focusing all my attention on her sweet spot. She began to moan. That only encouraged me. I reached up to squeeze her nipple. She pressed herself harder into my tongue. I could feel her body tightening. I rolled my tongue around her clit faster. She pushed herself against me even harder and then "ohhh, baby, that's it! " as her legs stiffened, and she grabbed frantically for my head to sturdy herself. Her body convulsed for several seconds holding my face between her thighs. I tried to lap up every drop of her nectar.

When she'd finally steadied her breathing and opened her eyes, mine were locked on hers. She offered a little smirk and said "Shall we finish what we started?" as her hand slid up my inner thigh....

(Part 5 in the works ...)

part 5