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The clearing:The Mitsubishi Outlander crawled to a slow halt in the Gumtree forest, in sight of a natural clearing large enough to make camp before the rapidly approaching night enveloped the land in its inky darkness. The couple had bickered about trivial matters on their long journey, as couples do, long before the car decided to give up the ghost in a spectacular cloud of steam issuing from under the hood and through the grille.Him: “Just great… at least there is a decent place to camp until tomorrow, love.”Her: “I love the smell of eucalyptus; at least the car has excellent taste in location.”The sun was low on the horizon, casting long shadows and myriad shades of red and orange on the wispy clouds overhead, giving the illusion that the sky was on fire. In reply to this heavenly vista, the waters of the nearby lake reflected all the glory above, making for quite the natural spectacle.Her: “Can we pitch the tent by the water?”Him: “Sure, as long as you don’t mind risking being taken by a hungry crocogator in the dead of night!”He had a wry grin when he said it, knowing full well that the waters harboured no man-eating predators, well, not those of a reptilian nature, at least. She chuckled joyously, making sure he heard her, to let him know she appreciated the joke.The couple were middle-aged and enjoyed the simple things in life, such as good coffee for Him and hot chocolate for Her. The one significant binding commonality for the couple was their love of music, any music. From the earliest beats of the rock’n’roll movement in the nineteen fifties – all the way to the thumping beats of modern pop in the mid-twenty-first century. As long as there was a good beat they could both shake their asses to, everything was right with the world.They were born in the same year, and their astrological signs made them, more or less, almost destined for each other. The woman has a calm and level head, analytical mind and sharp intellect. The man had an ancestry of red-headed Scotsmen, headstrong and fiercely protective of those he held dearest to him. Typically, tending to think with their fists first and their head second, yet, in a perfect juxtaposition, being deeply sensitive to the feelings of those around them.They made short work of making camp. He pitched the tent. She gaziantep olgun escort gathered firewood, stones and some water from the lake for boiling. With the tent pitched, he dug a fire pit and set the rocks around the circumference and placed the wood into the hole. He cast a critical eye over the wood available to him and he selected five sturdy pieces to fashion a makeshift ‘A’ frame to hang a pot and kettle from. Along with the camping gear in the SUV, they carried a simple metal grill for cooking food and a frying pan for the obligatory campfire bacon and eggs.With the kitchen area set, the man stood back and surveyed his camp. Satisfied, he uses some of the water to boil a kettle and fetched two well-worn metal cups to hold drinks. It’s not his usual blend of coffee, but the instant coffee packed for this trip will do in a pinch. The powdered hot chocolate drink is similarly not ideal, but it will do for now.With the drinks prepared, he sits and watches the last of the sunset, having called to his lover to join him. As she sits, he raises an arm to allow her to duck under and snuggle in close. The sun, by this time, had dipped below the trees. Between the trunks of the trees on the distant shore of the lake, the sun’s red glow can be comfortably observed. The sky is now blood red and looking ominous.Her: “Thank you for the choccy.”Him: “You’re welcome, love.”They watch nature going about its business in companionable silence. No words are necessary between them for this communion with Mother Earth. Absentmindedly, almost unconsciously, his hand smooths her hair behind her ear, a habit he’s formed from years of familiarity with his lover’s likes. Almost imperceptibly, a small sigh forms on her breath.The clouds from earlier have now cleared, and with no local source of light pollution other than the modest campfire, the majestic vista of the Milky Way comes into view. The Geminid meteors are piercing the veil of night, leaving visible trails of their fiery demise in Earth’s upper atmosphere.Him: “Make a wish, honey.”Her: “I already have.”Her response is whispered, barely audible. They turn to look at each other simultaneously, and whether by design or happy accident, their lips meet gently gaziantep oral yapan escort and tenderly. They pause for a heartbeat as electric thrills course through their bodies, their mouths parting slightly, savouring the taste of the kiss.With more urgency, he presses forward, re-engaging with her waiting mouth. With lips slightly parted, their tongues rediscover each other and form a delicious ballet of titillation and anticipation. Their heads move from side to side as the oral ballet continues as a nearby orchestra of cicadas provides the musical score. The smell of eucalyptus is heavy in the air, as heightened senses begin to become overwhelmed.Tenderly, he continues kissing her as his hand wanders to her side to enable him to hold her more comfortably. On his way, his hand gently brushes against her still-firm breast. She sighs into his mouth, surrendering more and more to the pleasure careening through her body. She places a hand on his chest. Like her, age has softened his body, but he’s not bad for a forty-something man with a dad-bod, as the kids call it. On reflection, she decides that it’s not the worst chest in the world to be caressing at this moment.The tempo from the cicada orchestra has not altered, but the kissing has become more urgent as tongues move deeper into the territory of the opposing mouth. The hand that once supported her back is now re-tasked and massages her firm, round breast beneath her shirt. The feel of a nipple attempting to reach through the fabric to his hand is tangible, as if the sensitive nub is as desperate for his touch on her bare skin, as he is to touch her.With one deft movement, she grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his slightly doughy body, revealing his few tattoos from his military service and a lush forest of chest hair. His nipples are as puffy as hers; as she drags a manicured fingernail over one of his sensitive nipples, a fresh jolt of electricity shoots through his body, and delicious sensations begin pooling in his scrotum and pit of his stomach.She lifts herself to sit upright and rolls over to straddle him cow-girl style. Still half-sat, she never breaks the kiss, which is now beginning to urgently fuel their desire gaziantep otele gelen escort for each other. Finally, she pushes him back so he’s supine on the uncovered ground. She crosses her arms in front of her, and she lightly grips the hem of her thin summer jumper and, in one fluid motion, raises her arms and discards the unwanted vestmentHe looks up, appreciating the shelf bra containing her voluminous, round bust. Her dark areolas are visible through the lace cups of the brassiere, as are her nipples, still trying to break free. Like him, the chiselled and petite waistline are distant memories, but she’s held up well against the ravages of time and is worthy of being called a MILF by his co-workers.He reaches up and unfastens the clasp at the front of her bra. The action allows her breasts to be free, just as nature intended. She shucks off the unwelcome hosiery and throws it in the general direction of the rest of their discarded wardrobe. Unconsciously, her hips have been rocking subtly on his, and his erection is becoming evident. She suppresses a giggle and reaches down between her legs to unclip the belt fasteners on his cargo shorts.He wriggles on the ground, attempting to remove his shorts and free his member from its confines. She helps a little by raising herself off his body, just enough to take his shorts down to his knees by reaching behind her. Comfortable once again, he raises his hands to envelop her heavenly breasts. Her erect nipples firmly push back against his hands as he massages her ample bosom, much to his delight.Her short summer skirt is not causing similar issues, and with a minor adjustment, the thong she’s wearing is pushed to one side easily. She can feel his member nestled between her labia, as she gently rocks her hips back and forth, smearing it with her sweet nectar. She allows her head to fall back and issues a low moan as the sensations build in her. Her lustrous hair billows out behind her like a majestic mane.He places his hands to her hips, as if signalling he is ready for the next phase of their lovemaking. She looks down at him and smiles warmly. She was sensing his unspoken question, but was not quite yet prepared to answer him. She was getting too much gratification from the bulbous head of his penis rubbing dutifully against her clitoris. He groans; the feelings from her subtle stimulation of his member are flooding him with the longing to take her right there. However, he has subconsciously submitted to her control by allowing her to mount him. Giving her dominion over proceedings. Partly in frustration but mainly because of a building urgency deep within him, he groans again, with increased volume.
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