The morning sun streamed through the pine forest as John and Elizabeth struck out. The cool air warmed throughout the day, giving a warm backdrop to the hike. They had been talking about going for a weekend camping trip for months, and had finally locked down the date for an easy week in early June. They set up the tent in a little clearing, doing all of the little jobs that make a campsite run properly. They joked around and played cards, cooking a little dinner over the campfire as the light of the day began to give out, then sat down to relax and drink the little wine John had bought with him. The fire bathed them both in it’s warm light.
“I’m glad we could finally do this,” he said. Elizabeth smiled at him from across the fire, running her hand through her short brown hair.
“Yeah. I love being out in the woods,” she said. “Mathilde never wanted to come out here with me.”
“So… how’re you holding up?” John asked
“Pretty good. It’s easier than I thought.” They were silent while the fire crackled, spitting hot rubies towards the starts. “Shall we turn in?”
They had bought two tents, but scatterbrain John had left his in the boot of the truck. Elizabeth said it wasn’t a big deal, there was enough room in her tent as long as his feet didn’t smell too bad. She waited modestly outside while he got changed; being a heavyset guy he was prone to walking sweats, so had bought some loose clothes for sleeping. Elizabeth was happy to crash in her underwear, figuring that they’d known each other long enough he could handle seeing her in shorts.
The stars glittered over the tent. John began to doze quickly, not used to hard exercise, the warmth of the evening keeping him on the cusp of sleep. He was just aware of Elizabeth fidgeting in the dark tent, little brushing sounds as the nylon sleeping bag was thrown around. After an hour or so-
“Hey. Can’t sleep?”
“Yeah. I’m just- restless.”
“You thinking about the breakup?”
“No, not that… well kind of,” Elizabeth said softly, “but not in the way you’re thinking of. Can I tell you something? It’s kind of, embarrassing.”
“Sure,” John said, waking up slightly. Elizabeth was one of the least flappable people he knew, she was never wound up about anything.
“Well, I thought that the hike would wear me out, but it didn’t and I really can’t get to sleep unless- unless I cum first,” she said, a little hitch in her voice.
“Oh. Um”
“Yeah… it wouldn’t have been a problem but we’ve only got one tent so I was hoping I’d just drop off…” Elizabeth trailed off. The two lay in silence for a moment. Elizabeth was glad of the dark hiding her crimson cheeks.
“Wait, how is this about Mathilde?” John asked suddenly.
“That’s what you’re asking me?!”
“Sorry. But, yes. You said you were thinking about the breakup.”
"I guess. I was thinking about her body, sure. She did have that going for her, despite everything else.”
“Right,” John said. “I mean, I can go take a walk or something if you want.”
“I can’t ask that,” Elizabeth protested. “It’s cold and dark out there, and I’d be mortified if you got lost and eaten by a bear because I was getting myself off.”
“Well if you want I can, like, roll over and cover my ears or something.”
“I mean… are you sure?” Elizabeth asked.
“Yeah, it’s fine. If it’s something you need to sleep then I can’t say no.”
“Okay. Uh, thanks.”
They rolled away from each other, into their sides. Facing the side of the tent, she slowly let out a breath to relax. The pressure had been building between her legs all evening, unable to keep the thought of Matilde’s smooth skin and clever tongue out of her head. Elizabeth slowly slid her right hand down her front, sliding gently over soft hairs to lightly touch her labia. Making contact she felt some of the tension release immediately, to be replaced with the first stirrings of pleasure. She began caressing her lips, causing sparks of fire each time they brushed against her firm clitoris.
John had been feeling awkward listening to his friend masturbate, but as he listened to her breathing grow deeper and heard the soft noises as she released her tension his own fire began to rise. Tingling spread throughout his body, his hand slipping between his own legs to rest a hot palm on his member. It stirred, straining against the cloth of his shorts. His other hand rest against his chest, fingertips stroking the blonde down that covered his breast.
Elizabeth was riding the waves pouring out from her legs, wet juices coating her fingers. Her entire body felt light and tense, a swirling cocktail of pleasure and hunger for the finish. She could feel the edge of her orgasm, a pit she wanted to topple into head-first, but the practised action of her hand pleasuring her pussy wasn’t quite enough. She needed the heat and closeness of a lover to push her over the edge. Slowing her hand to the merest strum, she turned her head towards John.
“Would you mind holding me?”
She knew it was a big ask, but John didn’t pause. He rolled over, putting his arm loosely over her waist. She adjusted his hand to cup her small, firm breasts, which he began to stroke. Her nipples quickly firmed under the gentle touch of his coarse fingertips, and she let out a soft moan as she began to touch her hot wetness again in earnest.
It was clear to John that she was getting close, loosing the sense of herself as she did. Her breathing was getting ragged as she began to push back against him, grinding her firm ass into his hard cock. The inside of his shorts felt a little damp where his pre-cum was leaking out, the ongoing tension too much to bear. He ran his hand lightly up and down her tense body, feeling the heat bleed out of her muscles. He started thrusting gently, enjoying the friction of their bodies, then slipped himself out so he could feel her flesh against his. The sudden contact Elizabeth’s hot skin made him gasp, and he started thrusting harder against her ass. As she began become tense, on the edge of unleashing her sweet bliss, he felt his own pleasure building as a wave of pressure in the head of his cock.
It was too much for Elizabeth to bear, feeling John’s hands all over her supple body and his hardness thrusting against her. She slipped over the edge of her orgasm, bucking her hips and gasping while the world paused. She was dimly aware of a hot blast up her back, John being unable to control himself hearing her moan and feeling her writhe in pleasure.
The two lay entangled for some minutes, before John disentangled himself and rummaged around for something to clean himself off with.
“Thanks,” Elizabeth murmured, already fading into sleep now the barrier preventing her rest had been firmly shattered.
“No worries,” John said. He settled down next to her, and the two drifted off too sleep floating on a post-orgasm wave of contentment.

The next day, they were a little sheepish over breakfast. Elizabeth felt a little embarrassed over being unable to control her desires, while John kept imagining the warmth of her body. As they got ready to head out hiking, Elizabeth took the plunge.
“Thanks for last night. Sorry if it was weird.”
“No, no, it was fine,” John said. “I mean, it was fun. I’d never thought about that sort of thing with you, you know.”
“Yeah,” Elizabeth said. “You know while we’re both single, I wouldn’t be against us doing stuff like that some time.”
“Really? I mean, yeah me too.”
“I’m not into penetration,” she said, looking him in the eye. “We can do other things though.” She made a jerking motion with her wrist and raised her eyebrows.
John was dazed for a second, then he smiled.
“Sure. We’ll work something out.”
The two set out for the days hike, the bright sunlight and fresh air made all the better by the promise of the evening to come.