Chp 12 camping

Wednesday afternoon:

We arrive at the Lake. I've reserved a camp site till Sunday. The campground is mostly empty mid-week. I park and start organizing the camp. I hand Chris a small rake. He looks perplexed. "Go, clear a place for the tent, shoo" I laugh has my tall man works a two-foot rake. Taking pity, I extend the handle. I go back to storing food boxes in the bear box. I help him lay out the ground cloth, and assembly the tent. We're both laughing and giggling by the time it done. Handing him the air mattress and pump, I put him to work. As I layout the propane grill and lanterns. String a cloth line. Chris is done with the mattress in the tent, second attempt, men. I load the sleeping bags inside. Making some canned stew for lunch. We eat out of the saucepan side by side. Quiet, at peace. Words don't need to be said to be felt.

After lunch I grab two collapsible fishing pole with reels and small tackle box. "Let's try to catch dinner" "I don't have a license" "Yes you do, I have both our licenses and trout stamps." Patting my breast pocket on my t-shirt. Handing him a rod, taking his hand we head down to the lake.

Fishing quietly, we manage to catch minnows. I laugh at Chris total focus on catching something, anything. I watch as he successfully lands a beer can. The total desolation on his face. I nearly pee myself laughing. How can I not find humor in his beer can, "ha, ha, ha, I'll have that mount for your wall? Ha, ha, ha" I bend over laughing. "Sorry, sorry, Chris cheer up, at least you caught something." I rub his back and lean in and kissing his check. He mumbles curse word. But his mood lightens. We head back. his arm around my shoulder. His hand playing with my hair. My goddess is snoopy dancing.

It's too early for dinner. Good, the camp host has dropped off the firewood. I have Chris make a small fire. Laying a ground blanket out; I lounge reading a book. Chris lays behind me. My head in the crook of his arm. As he daydreams the afternoon way. Where far enough from the fire to avoid the heat. But close enough to enjoy the show. As the flame lick and dance. Reds and yellows shine in the light of the falling sun. I feel so alive right now. So at one with the world.

After dinner, we sit on the picnic table. Watching the campfire light the night, throwing evil shadows about the trees and bushes. I make up fairytale stories. About the shadow creatures. Till the stars silence the talking, in waves of awe. We stare at the shooting star across the heavenly creatures. I yawn. "let go change at the bathhouse and go to bed. We walk with our kit bags to the bathhouse. I slowly change. Tonight there is nothing between us. No parents, rules, just us. I stare nervously into the mirror. Coming out I take his hand, walking back to the tent. I go in first, laying out the sleeping bags, while he banks the fire. Secures the bear box.

He enters the tent to find me in the sleeping bags I've joined to make one bag for the both of us. He takes me in his arms. As the night sound lullabies us to sleep.

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I'm kissing Christian, deep, we are naked on a tropical beach. Soft warm, waves lap are feet. I move my hand slowly caressing his friend. Stroking him as his eye blaze with passion. The flower scent fills the air. As song bird cheer me on. I feel his hands on my breast pinching my nipples. The heavenly caress of his lips against my neck. I feel the wetness increase has his finger find my sex. We play this duet to a peak as the world disappears. Just him, me, here now. In our personal little slice of heaven. Slowly the world returns as I wake from this intense wet dream to find my hand stroking big chris. My eyes light on his face. Still asleep, but feeling the motion. I wonder if he's dream of me. I stroke harder and fuller watching his body react. His eye fly open. I kiss his lips. We let the emotions swirl and succumb to the ones of us.

He reaches; a grabs his underwear. Covering the tip and my hand. I reach my other hand. Grasping the shorts and feel him unload into the cloth. I stroke till he soft. The panting continues. He slips back into sleep. I cannot believe I just did that. I smile as my inner goddess does back flip around chocolate fountain, with strawberries lining the rim. I see twilight is still out. I relax into his arm, letting the world revolve around us. I feel alive and whole. The oneness of right here, right now, right him.

He sleeps, I try not to let my fears, and doubt invade this moment. But I fail. Will he love me, have I ruined are friendship, will he see me as a child. Please god make him see me as a woman, no! not a woman. His woman. Since that day in Vegas, when he touched my hand. I have known he was the one. No puppy love, no crush, just that he is the one. My happily ever after. If he would see how perfect, we are together. He completes me. Makes we want to be a better person. Overcome my fears. My self-doubt. I let the inner demons screw my head. Till I feel a hand caress my brow, soft lips peck my ear, has he role over me. Pinning me to the mattress. Raining kisses over my face to claim my lips in hunger need. Emotion force into my soul. His whole being communicates to me; love. I feel his love for me. The world is bright and the world is new. He rolls back pulling me onto his body never let the kiss go. I let my soul free and give him everything I am, want, and need. Mainly Chris Grey, my man.

We exit the tent, bathhouse and I start breakfast. It still early. I see the nearest campers are up. A pair of older men. Fisherman by the gear. clearly ex-military. I suspect their Welch shadows. I make coffee and tea. As the bacon fry's. Chris sits on the table watching me, eyes filled with doubt? I make eggs. We haven't spoken yet. "Chris about what happen this morning. I understand if. You, don't feel" "Anna, I love you. I think I always have. I just need for you to" "I love you to. I understand. Now let eat." We eat out of the skillet, fighting for the best bite of egg and bacon. Bumping shoulders and stealing food. I tempt him with a fat juice piece of bacon. He bites my finger, sucking, loud and sexy. I kiss biting his lip. Till his tongue comes out to play. Food is forgotten. We enjoy a long emotional kiss. I put my head on his shoulder as he feeds me the last of the egg.

After cleaning up. We change into swim wear. Head down to the lake, with beach towels and fishing gear. Maybe today we will catch lunch. Swimming and sunning the morning away. Near 11am we fish. Returning empty handed, we change, drive down the road to a café. Afterward we head to a trail head and hike to a lookout. Quietly hand in hand. We let mother nature entertain us. The trees, the scents, the beauty all around us. Just us. I feel calm, as Chris acts his age. I feel his center slowly balancing the world. I kiss him, as he whispers word of love and caring. The hike back is filled with talk, laughter, soft touches and noisy yelps, has the playful Chris remerges from the stogie businessman Chris. We can barely make the car before his tickling make me pee. I smile like a loon. As we drive back to the tent, we stop at a café, enjoying dinner.

The fire is bright with yellow, red, blues, as the flame lick the sky. Dancing flames against a backdrop of stars. We point out the heavenly creatures. Letting the fire die. Letting the night close in., he holds me in his lap on the picnic table. Just holds me. Words don't exist to us. The emotions pass back and forth between us. The fire dies, we go to the bathhouse, and change for the night. I set up the bed as Chris banks the fire. He enters with a devilish smirk. Taking my hand, he kisses from my knuckle to my lips. He slides down, pulling my panties down. "Chris, I'm not ready to" "I know, babe, this is just third base." As his nose rubs my sex. I feel his hands possess my breast pinching and caressing the nipple. I arch is ecstasy. His lips and tongue began to explores my sex. I ride a rush of emotions, feeling, and overload. I bite the sleeping bag, to stop my screaming. He loves me till I pass out. I awake later to his arm encasing me. His soft breath on my neck. I let sleep take me to my now second favor place. My dream with Chris have been replaced by reality.