A Friend's Dilemma

Anay

July 15, 2024

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The night was thick with the scent of rain, the forest around us alive with the sound of nature. Inside the tent, the air was filled with a different kind of electricity. She lay back on the makeshift bedding, her breath coming in short, quick gasps as I hovered over her. The sight of her bare chest rising and falling, her nipples hardening with each breath, sent a thrill through me. I ran my fingers lightly over her skin, relishing the way she shivered under my touch. Her breasts were perfect - soft and full, with nipples that seemed to beg for attention.

Leaning in, I captured one of those erect buds between my lips, gently sucking and teasing it with my tongue. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair as I continued to explore her sensitive flesh. The sound of her pleasure was intoxicating, a melody that blended seamlessly with the storm outside. I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, my hands roaming over her curves, squeezing and caressing as I savored her reactions. Her skin was soft and warm under my touch, the taste of her flesh lingering on my tongue.

Her hands roamed over my shoulders, her nails grazing my skin as her pleasure mounted. I took my time, kissing and nibbling, enjoying the way her body responded to my touch. Her hips moved restlessly beneath me, seeking more contact, more sensation. Each movement she made seemed to drive me further into a state of arousal, my own body responding with an intensity I had never felt before.

Pulling back slightly, I blew a cool stream of air over her wet nipple, watching it tighten even further. "You like that?" I murmured, my voice husky with desire.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Don't stop."

With a grin, I returned to her breasts, using my hands to blend and massage them while my mouth worked its magic. I alternated between sucking and nipping, enjoying the way she gasped and squirmed beneath me. Her moans grew louder, her body arching into mine as I pushed her closer to the edge. Each sound she made was a confirmation to the pleasure she was experiencing, a reward for every touch and kiss.

Moving lower, I kissed my way down her stomach, my hands still teasing her breasts. Her skin was warm and smooth under my lips, the taste of her intoxicating. When I reached her thighs, I spread them apart and settled between them, looking up at her one last time before diving in. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mix of desire and anticipation, her breath hitching in her throat.

As my tongue found her clit, I continued to play with her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples. Her taste, her scent - it was intoxicating. I lost myself in the pleasure of bringing her to the brink, knowing that when she finally fell over the edge, it would be with my name on her lips. Her body responded to every flick and stroke, her hips lifting to meet my mouth, her fingers gripping my hair with a desperation that matched my own hunger.

The storm outside seemed to intensify, the rain pounding harder, the thunder rolling closer. It felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, the tent our entire universe. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared her climax. I could feel the heat radiating from her core (pussy), her arousal evident in the slickness between her thighs. I focused on her pleasure, my own desire building with every moment.

Her hips bucked against my mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair as she came, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of the storm. I drank in her release, savoring the taste and feel of her. But as the intensity of the moment began to fade, reality started to creep back in. I became aware of the rain again, the sound of the thunder, and another noise - a loud, gruff snore from beside us.

I broke out of my trance, the heavy breathing of my friend sleeping mere inches away bringing me back to reality. My heart pounded as the immense of what I had done settled in. I stared at her flushed face and disheveled hair, a mix of guilt and disbelief washing over me. What had I done?


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