Stranded

Steve grinned, noticing her teasing and knowing her intention full well. He vowed to resist the temptation and play for as long as he could, knowing how much more enjoyable it will be in the end if both of them allow their desires to accumulate, before giving in and ravaging one another.

"My sweet Callie, you're so careless with your clothes." He said matter of factly, fighting laughter, as he pointed to her exposed breast. "Don't you know us horny men are bent on symmetry? You must either cover both, or, better yet, show both."

He leaned to her and tugged at the strap of her bra that was still up. The tug was light, nowhere near enough to remove it, as he watched her face with a small smile, playful sparkles dancing in his eyes.
 
My sweet Callie, you're so careless with your clothes.

She shot him a look of amusement, a look that only grew even more amused as he continued, and reached over, tugging lightly on the other strap.

Standing, she chuckled as she untied her shirt and let it drop to the ground. Wriggling out of her shorts, she kicked them on top of her shirt. Smiling at him, she put a serious look on as she continued.

I certainly don't wish to break the symmetry then do I.

Reaching behind her, she unfastened the bra and let it slide from her other breast, the sun shining down on her now nearly nude body. Sitting back on the rock, she slapped his hand away as he reached up to touch her.

Grabbing her clothes she folded them neatly and pointed out at the glorious view surrounding them.

Are you mapping? 'cuz it doesn't look like you're mapping to me.

She bit her lip trying to hold back laughter as she attempted to look anywhere but at him.
 
Steve grinned even wider as she undressed completely before him, yet acted as though nothing out of the ordinary happened. As though she didn't know the effect she was having on him! As though her own beautiful pussy was not shining with what looked like wetness, desire! He stared hungrily, smiling as he fought to keep his urge under control.

Are you mapping? 'cuz it doesn't look like you're mapping to me.

He laughed, coming closer to her.

"Ooh, I'm mapping, my darling Callie." He put his arms onto her shoulders, caressing her soft skin. "I have found the most interesting little thing up here on the mountain, and I intend to explore every little curvy feature of it." His hands slid down along the tops of her breasts. "Every hill." Hands slid down lower, brushing her nipples. "Every peak." His hands traveled lower and lower, while he softly kissed her lips. Finally one brushed against her pussy, then a finger found its way in. "And every cave." He finished, grinning, pushing his incredibly hard, pants-covered cock against her naked thigh.

"Wanna help me out?" He winked.
 
She tried valiantly to ignore him as his hands began exploring her as he talked about what he was mapping. But her effort was short lived as she felt his finger dip into her 'cave' and his hardness press against her bare thigh.

Wanna help me out?

She squirmed against him, her legs opening wider for his explorations, her lips finding his again for a long, deep kiss. Her fingers ran lightly over the extreme bulge in his pants and her voice was husky as she exclaimed,

Ohh my, what have I found here.... I think it might warrant further investigation.

It seems to be some sort of local... wildlife. I doooo soooooo hope it's not dangerous.

Her fingers stroked him even as he twitched in his pants and she giggled, the giggle quickly stopping as another finger joined in exploring her dampness. Her hips pressed forward, forcing his fingers in deep as she leaned back, her eyes looking into his.

I think we have some serious exploring to do here.
 
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