Why drag me out on a cramping trip to sit at the tent site and do nothing!?

I was so mad. I can remember not knowing where I was headed, just
away from him. Was I scared I would get lost? Yeah, I suppose, but
when you’re mad like that sound judgment does not always seep into
one’s thoughts.

The morning was humid, the air thick. When and if the sun ever come
ups, it will burn this off, and the day could turn into a pretty one.
One spent on the lake – fishing, finding new coves, enjoying a picnic
in a cove miles from the camp site….. the day had such
possibilities.

I wondered deeper into the dense woods. No idea where I was going, or
what on earth I was going to run into. My mind on spiders, and other
creepy crawlies looking for a snack etc….
I almost didn’t hear them. I almost walked right up into the middle of them!

I had a clear view, the two of them lost in their own world.

I shouldn’t be here. I should quietly walk away and not look back.

I couldn’t.

My feet planted firmly, my couriosity rooted deeper.

I watched as his hands spread across her mid-drift, he pumped his cock
deep into her soft tender flesh. I listened to the ellicit sounds
escaping from within her.

Her own hands exploring and enticing hightened pleasure from her own
body. Biting her finger tips on one hand as she cups and squeezes her
nipple with her other hand.

I feel the heaviness of my own breasts rise and fall with my
breathing, which surprising to me, has become heavier yet shallower at
the same time.

He moves his hand to the top of her pelvis and I know all too well how
his thumb just snuggled into the folds of her warm and moist clit. My
suspicions are confirmed as she moans and grinds her hips into him
deeper as ripples of excitement vibrate through her body – starting at
that very touch on her clit to the delicious pleasure she is giving
herself by pinching her nipple to mix pleasure with pain taking her to
hights of serreal delight.

She is insationable, her desire and need is not being filled as she
demands.