Bringing Down the Brother, Part 3

The third act was always the best in Shakespeare.

And things got steamy quickly with the Athlete.

It was as if someone had replaced all of my blood with liquid courage and sex-crazed-teenage-boy-libido.

Johnny Depp as Don Juan DeMarco, is that you? (Click for sexy!)

I was in high school all over again. Trying to be quiet so as not to wake the parents, trying not to hurt myself in the wild, mostly trying to take as many mental images of the Athlete as possible.

Ladies have a Spank Bank too.

The makeout quickly progressed from over-the-sweatshirt boob-grabs to full-on under-sweatsuit groping. (Handily, these suits are clearly made for easy removal).

Before I was really sure what was happening, I had been entirely shorn of my cloth coating, he of his ployester warmup suit.

And let me just interject: as attractive as he had been up to this point, a fire-lit glimpse of him is still burned into my mind (literally, figuratively).

I straddled him, thinking that I would largely be in change of this blessed event. But after a few thrusts, I came to know the Athlete's strength in a completely new way. He picked me up, and using a tree for stability, gave me some of the best sex I'd ever had. Maybe it was the fear of being caught, maybe it was fear of the bears and foxes... maybe it was all those s'mores...

"I'm so close", I whispered.

"Hold on", he said, as he laid down by the fire. It was romantic, because being fireside is like that, but also completely arousing, because a) I was about to come, and b) because pain and pleasure often go hand in hand.

Because the Athlete is a gentleman, he lay down and let me be on top; often, I regard this as the lazy man's way of getting a girl off... but it wasn't bothering me at all. As I came, he grabbed my collar area--enough to know he wasn't going to choke me, but also enough to know that he was maybe more of a bad boy than I thought.

Seriously. The MOVES on this man!

Hot.

When I was done, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down, rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me, sweating and kissing.

This continued for some time, but culminated when we smelled burning.

BECAUSE IT WAS MY HAIR.

Needless to say, in the morning, I had some es'plainin' to do...

But in the end, our secret affair remained a secret--and I hope that on my next camping adventure it happens again!!

Good luck to all of you who venture into the wild. May your exploits be sexy too!