This is a recurring dream I have been having for many years. Till now I have only shared it with two other people. -- Daniel
The sun finally reaching the horizon causes the sky to turn brilliant shades and red and orange. For us, the sun disappeared hours ago, blocked by the mile high walls of granite that surround the narrow valley floor.
I look at her and with childlike excitement in my eyes I say "It's time!" On cue, she heads to the bear box and retrieves a bag of gram crackers, marshmallows and Hershey's white chocolate bars. We sit close together near the fire, skewer the marshmallows with long sticks and roast them over the fire. Within moments our treats have been turned into Smores. We eat them slowly, savoring every bite. As we sip hot tea from our mugs, my arm lightly caresses her back and she leans into me. The evening breeze plays with her hair.
When the sky is finally black, we go to our tent. The only light is from the dimly lit lantern at the camp table. I sit on the floor and lean over to pick up her hair brush. With her back facing me, she kneels close in front of me. I feel the heat from her body and smell the scent of her hair. Leaning closer, I kiss the back of her neck and whisper "Do you trust me?" She giggles and responds favorably.
My arms reach around her and I carefully unbutton her shirt. Seconds later, it falls behind her. With her brush I undo all that the breeze has done to her hair. She relaxes, enjoying a pleasure derived from something so simple yet so intimate.
Once again I reach around her, unbutton her jeans and slide down the zipper. Still kneeling, she turns to face me and we kiss for a moment. She begins to stand and as she does I hold her waist and guide her jeans to the floor. Now fully standing and still in front of me, I reach forward and slide her panties down to her feet and she steps out of them. My arms on her waist, I pull her closer and and give her a quick and gentle kiss just below her bellybutton. Her body quivers momentarily. Under my hands I can feel the goose flesh expand across her skin.
I stand and undress. She tosses my clothes to the side of the tent.
From the other side of the tent, I take two flannel blankets. One I wrap around her and the other around me. We slip our feet into flip flops and exit the tent.
Within a few moments, we are at the wooden path that winds its way through the meadow. The only sounds we hear belong to the crickets, the waterfalls, and to each other. We make our way down the path and upon reaching the middle we sit on the edge of the wooden boards. She allows her blanket to fall away from her. Again she shivers as a light breeze caresses her beautiful bare body. The moonlight gives her eyes and breasts a soft inviting shine. With my arms wrapped around her waist, I hold her hands.
We lay back and gaze at the heavens and talk quietly about every idea that comes into our minds. She fascinates me.
The breeze picks up and causes our bodies to shiver. This is our signal that it is time to return to our tent. We make our way back, and when there we stay standing and allow our warm naked bodies to press against each other. I kiss her gently. My left hand carcasses her back, my right hand slides down and caresses her bottom.
With our sleeping bags zipped together as one, we climb in and lay close together. Her head rests against my shoulder and her hands dance across my chest. Our warm hands explore each others bodies, not so much out of sexual desire, which of course there is, but because we both love the feeling of soft skin touching soft skin. It is hypnotic.
Soon we fall asleep in each others arms.