Pagan Camping
It was a weekend intensive, and all of us intitates were there for the training. I knew that a couple of the ladies that I had been in ritual with would be there, but I didn't realize that Brady would be there. It was a pleasant shock to step into the field, and see him jump out of the truck. He walked over to me, and gave me a hug, telling me that he would have to come see me at the store soon. I had to tell him that I wasn't working there anymore, and we chatted a bit. I was still flustered by the hug, because I had always been attracted to him.
As a group, we were challenged with finding clues to lead us to the house that we would be staying in. Brady helped me out all through the woods as we chased down the answers. He helped the other ladies, too, though, and I fought off the attraction I was feeling. I could not get enough of seeing him, since it had been so long since we had last been around each other.
We made it back to the house, and got ready for classes. As we sat down at the table for the lecture, I could not help but notice that he sat next to me. I kept telling myself that it was nothing, that it was sheer dumb luck, and I tried really hard to concentrate on what our teacher was trying to say.
We finished for the day, and had dinner. Brady helped build a fire, and I talked to him and Chris for awhile. Everyone else started filing out to the yard, and we sat around and drummed, sang, and talked. Brady sat across from me, and I watched him through the flames as he drummed. One by one, the others retired to their tents, until it was Brady, Rhiannon (his siter-in-law), and Pete, his brother. We drank some mead, and laughed until Rhiannon went to bed. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I came back, I overheard Pete telling Brady that he needed a girlfriend. Brady told him that he didn't, because girls were trouble. I had to make a comment about that, and we bickered goodnaturedly. Pete decided to join his wife, and Brady and I were left by the fire.
He got up to add another log, and then sat down next to me. I reached over to tuck his hair behind his ear, and he caught my hand.
"I just want you to know that I didn't mean what I said about not wanting a girlfriend."
"That's okay" I said, "I didn't take it personally." My heart started beating faster as he stared into my eyes. It was so hard to be so close to him!
"No, you should take it personally, because I don't just want a girlfriend. I want you." He reached out and touched my cheek with his other hand, drawing me closer to him for a kiss. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, as his tongue brushed mine. The hand on my cheek slid down my face, and he ran his hand under my long blonde hair. I moaned against his lips, and he tried to pull me closer. The lawn chairs wouldn't cooperate, though, and we separated, laughing.
"I'm sorry. I should have asked before I did that," he said, "But I have wanted to do that since we first met, and I couldn't take it any longer."
"Nnno, it's okay," I replied. I was really shook up, not knowing where this would go. He stood up, and held out his hand.
I stood up also, and placed my hand in his. He led me to the campsite, where my tent was one among several. I unzipped it, and we crawled in. He began kissing me once more, and his hands roamed all over me, stripping clothes off as if it were magic. I undressed him as well, and we sat on our knees kissing.
Gently, he laid me down, and put his body on mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my wet pussy, and I hungered to have him inside me.
"Yes" I moaned.
"Shhh. We have to be quiet so we don't wake the others. They're not that far away, and they could overhear us."
He slid inside me at the same instant he slid his tongue back into my mouth. I sucked on it as my legs slid up his back. He cupped my ass in his hands, and I locked my ankles across his tight, pumping asscheeks. I came, and bit him on the shoulder as I struggled not to make a sound. I could barely breathe with the effort of being quiet, as he slid so very slowly in and out of my hot wet hole. Every time he thrust deep inside me, he ground his hips afainst me, rubbing my clit with his pubic hair.
"I can't stop cumming" I whispered breathlessly as another orgasm rocked me. Abruptly, he rolled us over, and put me on top. I sat up, and he placed those drummer hands over my breasts. I could feel the callouses on them rub across my nipples, and I shivered with delight. He bit his lip as I rode him, and whispered how tight I was, and how beautiful I looked. I came yet again, my juices dripping over that incredible cock buried to the hilt inside me, and he stiffened as he camm inside me. I slid off him, and lay down on the sleeping bag. Brady wrapped his arm around me, and we drifetd off to sleep. I awoke a short time later to that huge cock pressing against my ass cheeks. I was still wet, so it slid between my cheeks easily. Brady pulled me to my knees, and got behind me. He grabbed my hip with one hand, and a handful of hair with the other. I fucked him back, his balls slapping against my clit as we fucked like animals. I came again and again, until he finally pulled out and came on my ass. He cleaned me up and we kissed and cuddled until we drifted off to sleep again.
Classes were hard to pay attention to the next day, because Brady would not leave my side, and I could not stop thinking about the night bfore.
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