The next morning the tent felt thick with unfinished business. I woke up first, my pussy still aching sweetly from the way Mike had played with my tits and then left me desperate last night. I watched him sleep for a moment, that broad chest rising slow and steady, and felt a rush of possessive heat. Today I was done waiting. I was going to worship this man’s cock and slut out on him until we were both ruined.

 I slipped out of the tent quietly while he was still half-asleep and made a simple lunch — sandwiches with some chopped wild bits mixed into the filling. When Mike stepped...