EXTRACT FOR
Sex Outdoors 8
(Darren G. Burton)

Donna and I lay flat on our backs a few minutes later, held hands and stared up at the myriad of stars that twinkled brightly in the black sky. As yet there was no moon, the only light in the vast black void of wilderness and space being the subtle, dancing glow of the firelight. The air had chilled, but enough warmth emanated from the fire to keep us warm and cozy.

"This is so beautiful," Donna commented as we shared a cigarette.

"So are you," I said.

She giggled. "That was pretty corny, but thank you."

I took the cigarette from her and took a long puff, exhaling a cloud of smoke towards the night sky. I took another and blew smoke rings that circled around one of the many stars. This was perfect, better than I imagined it would be. Soon it would be time to make my move. I knew, deep down, that Donna wouldn't object tonight and we'd move on to the next phase of our blossoming relationship.

Donna finished off the cigarette and tossed it into the fire, where the flames quickly consumed it. She snuggled up in my arms then, resting her head on my shoulder. I turned and kissed her cheek ever so softly. Her face twisted towards mine and our lips met and parted.

Her tongue was so soft and wet in my mouth. I let her explore for a moment before snaking my own tongue into her mouth. We licked each other, the passion of the kiss growing by the second. Down in my pants something else was growing. My right hand roamed her body, caressing all the important bits through her clothing.