Night Tent Hookup: Under the Cover of Night an Affair Happens

A tent is not too small for my steamy hookups

My college roommate’s boyfriend, Brandon, and I always playfully flirted. One weekend, we made it up the mountain to see his favorite campsite. All day, he pranked me with tales of grizzly bears, even playing bear growls on his iPhone. After silly practical jokes all day, we couldn’t wait to have a night tent hookup. 

The moon was absent tonight, and it was pitch black. The night can play tricks on your mind, and I climbed into his tent. After all, we are out in the wilderness, and I started imagining the howls of wolves. “What are you doing, Monica?” Brandon asked. “I thought I heard a bear,” I lied. 

“Oh, are you sure?” he said assuredly. “Yes, can I just stay here with you, in your tent?” He slyly smiled and motioned for me to lie beside him. “Monica, you can’t be coming into my tent while I’m sleeping. We agreed that we would sleep in separate spaces before this trip.” Brandon was trying to keep his distance, but he still wanted some attention. “I know, I just felt a little lonely in there. Plus can’t you hear the wolves?” I asked as I moved closer to him. I wanted to plant seeds of a night tent hookup. 

I plant my seeds of a night tent hookup

“Wolves? There are no wolves in this area. I’ve been coming here since I was a kid.” He said as he leaned in more, looking puzzled. “Well, don’t you hear the tigers?” I joked.  He laughed and pulled me close to him. We cuddled, and then he planted a kiss on my lips. Brandon looked at me, and I wrapped my arms around him. A little makeout session was no big deal? His hands slipped under my white shirt, and he used his fingers to unhook my coral bra. 

I protested a little and kept the cups up to cover my hard nipples. Brandon’s hands playfully slapped mine away. He removed the straps and tossed my bra aside, watching my breasts slide a little lower. “What’s wrong, Monica? Are you afraid to show me?”  I sat shocked at how eager Brandon was to launch this night tent hookup. 

Seems like you’re chilly

“You just surprised me, and it’s chilly out here.” He took my shirt over my head and joked, “Looking at you, I can tell you’re very chilly.” I then noticed another tent had been pitched. “I can tell you’re ready. Let me see, ” I said, pulling his boxers down and taking it up a notch. 

I look at his hard penis throbbing through his boxers and pull it out. He winced, and I wrapped my soft, pillowy lips around the head. I feel his hand cover the back of my head as I work my magic. Brandon’s passionate moans encourage me to give it my all. He answers back with light thrusts, toeing the line between choking me but still owning me.

The formalities of being friends slip away during our night tent hookup. Brandon’s big fingers slip inside my slick pussy. I rub my clit while his fingers move in and out. He hooks his fingers inside using a come-here motion. 

Your tent is soaked, and we can’t sleep here

My little G-spot is so stimulated that I lie back. His tongue slips inside of me, and I rain down all of my squirt. “Now your tent is soaked with my squirt, and we can’t sleep here!” I shouted. He says, “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” 

“We can’t sleep on my squirt,” I say, which only makes him work harder to get me to do it again. His fingers pull and push while he licks my clitoris lightly. I grab his hair and rub my Italian pussycat on his face. Then, a blast of clear, sweet liquid shoots into his mouth. I lay back, and he holds his throbbing boner in his hand. Brandon grabs a condom and slips it on. “You brought condoms to our trip?” I ask. He shushes me. Having a night tent hookup isn’t easy. Brandon pushes his knees to separate my thighs as far as he can.  

Our night tent hookup leaves me breathless

His substantial penis pushed into my soaked pink pussy, and I grabbed him closer. I look deep into his eyes. Brandon’s intense gaze leaves me breathless, and the force with which he pushes himself in deeper surprises me. The tiny tent starts to come undone by the force of his passion. I lie on my side, and he slides into me. Brandon moves me forward and thrusts. As I make my own animal noises, the birds caw outside. We chuckle as he climaxes at the same time as the owls hoot. Of all the places I’ve gotten laid, a night tent hookup has its charms. Nature, campfire, and our unbridled passion linger heavily in my mind. 

I pull him into my tent to get some sleep under the stars because his tent has to dry out tonight from the flood of my juices over his blankets. Monica has lived many lives in her short 25 years. Read all about the first threesome of my life!

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