Page 42 of Shared Spaces

Oh, Mila, we got that covered, my love.

I’ve only been camping once in my life, and it was so long ago that I don’t remember what it was like. All I remember is screaming my way back to a cabin with at least eight leeches attached to me.

I refused to go camping after that.

Even when Jay suggested it, I refused at first. I’ve never really had a desire to go.

He drew me in when he suggested the places we could fuck in.

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We finally pull out of the parking garage and head to Mila’s, waiting for at least thirty minutes for her to get the rest of her things gathered, but her excitement was well worth the wait.

The highway is relatively clear, which makes the three hour drive way more comfortable. All of us are so used to weaving in and out of traffic—the clear view is nice for a change.

As soon as we reach our site, we set up the tents far enough away from each other to provide an ample amount of privacy for us all.

Jay gathered enough kindling to start a decent fire while Mila and I wandered the site. We left the city a little later than we should have, but relaxing by the fire is exactly what I was looking forward to the most.

There isn’t really much to the site, just a few more tent spots and a couple RV’s parked near the lake. It’s rather quiet for the time of day.

“Fuck, I never want to leave.” Mila says, trailing along close behind me.

“Me either, this is beautiful,” I sigh, taking in the sight in front of me.

The trees that line the sides of the shore are a vibrant shade of green, reflecting beautifully off the water below. From where we stand, we can see the reflection of the radiant sunset across the horizon. It’s breathtaking to say the least.

Even better though, there isn’t a single soul near the lake front.

“Come on! Let’s goooo!” Mila hollers out as she takes off running down the small hill leading to the shoreline.

“Not yet! Go ahead though—have fun!” I holler back before she dives face first off the wharf.

I glance back toward our campsite and see Jay chopping small logs beside the fire pit. A sight I will definitely be playing over and over in my head forever. The way his biceps tighten with each strike has me aching.

He’s so focused on chopping the wood that he doesn’t notice me glaring in his direction. My mouth is fucking watering for his cock.

Deciding that Mila is fine in the lake alone, I leave her to swim and head back to the campsite, hoping to catch Jay off guard a little from behind.

I creep alongside the tent as quietly as I can and leap out when he finishes placing a few logs onto the fire. Wrapping my hands around his waist, I expect him to be startled, but instead, he spins me around and picks me up by my ass and pushes me backward into the closest tree.

“Were you trying to scare me?” He growls into my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“Of course not.” I squeal as he lightly nibbles on the bottom of my ear.

“Mmhmm, I bet.” He brings his hands up under my shirt, gracefully moaning when his hands find my breast.

“People might see us—” I plead nervously.

“Let them watch then, pretty girl.” His lips meet mine before he lowers the straps of my dress down.

“But, Mila—”

“Let her watch too.” He groans, bringing his hands down to slide his pants off.

He spins me around so I’m facing the tree and hikes my skirt up over my ass, checking to see how wet I am with his fingers first before slipping his cock inside me so quick, I nearly lose balance.

“Atta girl—pretend we have an audience; show them how much you love being filled with my cock,” he moans, quickening his thrusts until I am no longer able to keep quiet.

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