cool night and a fire

It’s a cool night, perfect for a campfire by the water, the moon reflecting on the waves as they roll, splashing the shore. Enough to see by as we sit, looking into the flames, holding hands and feeling so comfortable with each other. Long pants and heavier tops and a blanket wrapped around us, yet I know that you have no bra or panties on as you know I am commando too, (We watched each other dress for the fire, toying with each other’s nipples and kissing, before moving off to sit in from of the warmth, knowing what could happen if we were lucky enough to have no one nearby. Hands slipping under tops to pinch and squeeze, sliding down over tummies to grope down into pants, each feeling for what they want, they desire, toying and stroking, heavy breathing and kisses. Teenagers, hot and horny. So anxious to please and to be pleased. Fingers lingering, feeling, holding, probing, deep inside, wet and warm, sliding over hard, warm skin, throbbing in its want. Pants being pushed down, the fire warming skin, mouths moving, reaching to taste, to take and to give. Such taste, so sweet, each of us tasting, wanting more, taking more, pulling and teasing, soft moans in the air. Not caring whether anyone stumbled on us.  Take me and let me take you, let the waves hear us, let the moon know, let the sand feel and  let us enjoy this moment. Together.