Campfire

Hank had a good time with Megan and the kids at dinner. Again, Hank found himself cleaning up the kitchen while Megan got the kids ready for bed. He didn't mind. It was nice spending time with them over his empty apartment.

After finishing up in the kitchen Hank headed outside. He pulled some wood off the pile and added kindling in the above ground patio fire pit. Hank got a little fire going and added bigger pieces once it was established. He missed this, being outdoors and being around people.

Hank threw a couple of more logs on the fire. The gentle popping and aroma of the fire was lulling his senses when Megan joined him outside.

"Those kids just kept fighting sleep! They went on and on about that tree fort. Can you believe that?" She asked as she took a seat across from him. "Beautiful night, this fire is great."

"I remember being their age. I love coming to the woods," Hank stated. "Everything is so big and wondrous."

"Yeah, so about that old tree fort. Do you think you could go have a look at it tomorrow?" Megan asked. "That thing was old when I was a kid 20 some years ago. I'd rather not have them playing on it if it's a rickety old **** trap."

"Oh sure," Hank responded. "No problem."

"Thank you," Megan said as she leaned forward to put her hands near the warm fire.

Hank's eyes were drawn to Megan's chest. The firelight danced across her cleavage as her breasts hung forward. The sun dress seemed to hold them up enough while letting them hang forward a little. He had the distinct feeling she had removed the black bra she was wearing earlier.

"Hank," Megan said breaking his gaze from her chest. "Thanks again for letting us stay."

"Err, yeah, no problem," Hank stammered after realizing her attention was on the fire and he wasn't caught staring.

Megan got a sudden cold chill. Two thick button shapes sprouted from her chest before she folded her arms across her chest obscuring them. This managed to push her cleavage a little higher. She stood up to sit down next to him and scooted closer to Hank for warmth.

They sat in the firelight without talking while the fire burned down to softly glowing coals. Hank stirred the coals with the iron poker. Megan's eyelids looked heavy and began to blink closed. Megan raised her arms above her head while arching her back and let out a little squeal as she yawned. The natural braless shape of her breasts pushed forward in the dim light while she finished her yawn. Megan rested her head on Hank's shoulder and closed her eyes.

Hank could not recall the last time he was alone with another woman. His eyes were fully adjusted to the dim light and the moon was bright overhead. Megan was leaning into Hank with one arm on his lap and the other on her lap. One look down showed deep cleavage slowly rising and falling as Megan slept on him. The shadows played across her body between the moon and the glowing embers. Megan's nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her clothes.

Hank's cock stirred and he got butterflies in his stomach at the sight and proximity of Megan's body. It was like he was in high school or something. His body was urging him on but his mind felt guilt and hesitation.