It was only about 8 pm, but the sun was down, temperatures were dropping fast, and we had a long day on the trail ahead of us. Did that explain why Mistress and Scott retired to their shared tent so early? Or were they both all too anxious to consummate their budding connection?
I was guessing the latter as I finished "the dishes", stowed away our food stuffs in a varmint proof container provided by the Park Service, hit the facilities and then slid into my lonely one-person tent.
Their shared tent was about 20 yards away. At first it was internally illuminated by an electric lamp. I could see forms moving about inside, including bodies smushing together and layers being removed. But soon the light was out, their tent bathed only in moonlight.
Of course, Slave's mind was roaming directly into the gutter by now. Speculating about how quickly Scott was rounding the bases and heading for home with my sweet and sexy Mistress.
And yet... despite the temptation, I heeded Mistress's invocation to forego any "self-abuse". I knew Mistress enough to realize there would ultimately be a generous reward for my deferred satisfaction. I tried to distract myself by reading a novel on my Kindle. At some point I must have drifted off, only to be awoken by a whisper outside my tent.
"Slave....are you awake in there?"
"I am now, Mistress...what's up?"
"Well....it's about 11, we're going to sleep now, but Scott said I could 'tuck you in' on my way to the facilities."
"It's nice he gave you permission, Mistress," said with just a little snark.
"He is getting a bit more .....assertive."
"And you like that, don't you?"
By now I had slid from my toasty sleeping bag and zipped open the tent flap. Mistress was standing outside the tent, wearing a fleece jacket, thick hiking socks and....apparently nothing else.
"It's kind of hot, slave....He's definitely enjoying taking increasing charge on this little adventure."
"And did that happen inside the tent."
"Ohhh Definitely. And Scott says ' why not give the slave a taste' if he wants."
Of course I wanted.....
Out on the firm ground now, on my knees before Mistress, it was hard not to catch a whiff of her arousal, mixed with the scent of her new lover. Hot.....
"So he fucked you Mistress?"
"More than once, Slave....."
"How'd that new sleeping mat work?"
"Not bad slave....we gave it a work-out for sure. It's cozy in there, and got pretty warm once things got going...."
"Details?"
"Not time for all that now, slave....it's getting late and he's expecting me back soon. Let's just say I rode his cock to more than a few cums. He's got quite a bit of stamina and, well, I'm pretty tender from that big cock ."
She spread her legs. "So, do you want a taste, or not?"
"Of course, Mistress."
Slave shook off the slumbers and went to work, probing gently at first with my tongue. The mix of salty residues from Mistress's clean shaven folds - a spicy combo of her own juices and Scott's remnants - got my own juices flowing. But as I picked up the pace, pushing Mistress toward another cum, she backed off a bit.
"Enough slave....you got your taste...but Scott says all my orgasms belong to him for the next 48 hours. And that you're cut off until we get back to civilization on Monday."
"Oh.... he really is is taking charge isn't he, Mistress."
"Ummm....yes. And I think you and I both like that, don't we?"
She had my number. And he seemed to have hers.
"Time to go back to sleep, Slave.....Big day tomorrow. By the way, Scott says to tell you he likes his morning coffee black...."
This flashed me back to our days back in River City, when Mistress had occasional sleep overs with her lovers, and I served them coffee in bed in the morning.
"I'll be on top of it Mistress...."
"And I'll be on top of him....", she responded, dreamily.
She was already contemplating wake-up sex before, or after my coffee service?
She gave me a tender kiss good night, and headed off in the direction of the campground restrooms. I slid back into my tent and sleeping bag, still semi-aroused from my chance to graze betwixt Mistress's legs. And yet I made sure to keep hands off, as Mistress had enjoined. It was still late Saturday night, and I considered how far the two new lovers had come since we met Scott on Friday afternoon. I had to wonder what came next.
To Be Continued...
