Get cozy by the fire

You break the awkward, yet cute, silence. “Let’s build a fire. It’s going to be dark soon.” She nods and smiles at you as you both start gathering twigs and sticks. You arrange them into a circle (again, thank god for TV) and try to light them on fire with your new zippo. You start getting frustrated when it doesn’t work, until you remember you need some tinder to start the fire. “We need something to start the fire.” You say to Jessica, and she looks at you blankly. “Like… some dry cloth or something?” It clicks for her and she looks around, eventually grabbing the hem of her skirt and ripping a strip off of it. As she hands it to you, she adjusts her now much shorter skirt and you try not to stare at the large patch of thigh she’s now exposing.

You start the fire just as the sun starts to set. In any other situation, the sight of the sun setting over the ocean would be beautiful. Oh wait, that’s a good one, you gotta use that. “You know, in any other situation, this would be beautiful.” Jessica turns to you, somewhat surprised. “Why would the situation change that? We have to find the good in the bad, right?” Your stomach rumbles and you try to ignore it. As darkness falls the temperature starts to drop, and you move closer to Jessica and the fire. She looks you up and down, seeming to size you up, then moves right next to you and relaxes into your body. You put your arm around her and actually thank your lucky stars that you were in a plane crash.

Jessica closes her eyes as she relaxes against you and you feel her soft, delicate body in your embrace. You take the opportunity to fully examine her body and find yourself getting hard again. Your mouth is dry as you decide to go for it. “You know…” She opens her big green eyes and looks right into yours as you start to talk. “It’s probably going to get even colder than this tonight. We might have to use each other for warmth.” She smiles coyly at you. “Oh, really?” Her voice has a playful feigned innocence to it which gives you and your boner hope for the night. “Well, I definitely wouldn’t want to freeze to ****…” she says as she sits up, out of your grasp. With an easy series of practiced motions she unbuttons her suit top and throws it to the side. Underneath you see a plain white blouse which accentuates her large breasts.

As she pulls off her blouse, you’re treated to the sight of her flush breasts barely contained within a simple white bra. Whoever convinced her to wear a bra size too small must be a saint, you think, as you find yourself fixated on her plentiful cleavage. You notice the playful smile on her face as she slowly runs her hands over her chest. She gives you a smouldering look that could melt steel, beckoning you to make a move.