Unzip your bag on her side and move closer

You follow suit, unzipped your bag slowly and quietly on her side, so that the open sides of both bags are facing each other. Its almost like you now have one sleeping bag big enough for two . . .

Now she's so close that you can feel her breath on your face and neck, and you're aware of her legs, knees, and arms close to you.

The tension is clearly mounting, and you can see that she is breathing quickly, and is getting caught up in the moment as well.

Your hands meet at the fingertips in the space between you, gently touching and holding. Then after a moment, she lifts up her mouth to yours and gives you a soft, inquisitive kiss as she takes your hands and puts them on her hips under her bag.

You kiss her back, and before you know it, you both are gently exploring with tongues, and sweet nibbles.

But your hands . . . . WOW her body is like a jewel and a **** at the same time. She's wearing a loose t-shirt up top, and your fingertips move it up until your hands are on bare skin along her stomach and ribs. She's warm, soft, and too feminine for words. Your hands slowly and softly trace up her side (she's laying on her side facing you) and you know that she's not wearing a bra.

Her hands are under your shirt as well, moving over your stomach and up your chest. She pulls back for a moment as she gently touches your nipples with her fingertips to judge your reaction, and then dives back into your kisses when she sees you like it. She also twists her exquisite little frame so that her breasts move toward your hands. They aren't too big, but have a perfect firm softness in your palm, with her nipples like hard hot candies against your hand.

She's breathing hard and fast now, and you can feel urgency in her tongue and her hands . . .

You slide your fingers down her trembling stomach and find that she's wearing slick little soccer shorts as bottoms. Your hands can't resist slipping along the enticing material to her pert little ass, and as you cup and squeeze one cheek, you realize that she's not wearing panties.

WELL! You must have hit a nerve with the move on her ass, because she stopped kissing you and turned over onto her stomach, pushing her ass into your hand and moaning softly, and VERY quietly. You can hear the restraint in her voice.

You move over closer to her, kissing her ear. Her head is on its side as those eyes search yours . . . she moves her mouth to your ear and whispers

"Would you make me come . . . please?" her voice is all breath and desire. Your insides melt and your cock strains against your boxer-briefs.

You continue to kiss her neck and ear as you move your right hand from her lower back, over her soccer shorts, to her upper leg, and back. she's pushing her ass against your hand with each stroke.