A Weekend in the Wilderness
With the last of the gear stowed in the back of the truck I closed the lift gate and that familiar sound of the latch locking in place was like Pavlov’s Bell and I started salivating for the road. This was a spur of the moment trip as we just were given an invitation to use some undeveloped lake front property just a few hours away. We both loved camping so spending a weekend away roughing it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Going over my mental check list in my mind and the paper one in my pocket I made sure we weren’t forgetting anything vital. Feeling quite confidant after a final check and we both went to close up the house and hit the highway as soon as possible. My co pilot was my lover and I could ask for no one better to share the road with. be it the driving or my big cozy bench seat in the truck. While she made a last check of supplies and such I waited by the foyer and amused myself by looking over some of the pictures hanging on her walls. Of course there were some of us and our friends hanging in newer frames but what really intrigued me were some of the older ones further down the hall. There were several family portraits taken over the years and it was quite fun to watch her devolve back into childhood the further down the hall I roamed. Stating back at me in faded colors and dusty frames was the woman I so loved from recent photos to baby ones. I loved the ones where she was a teen and there was no mistake of her distinct personality as it shone brightly no matter what the age. I wished I knew her then and felt kind of cheated we lost all that time apart. Every time I looked at that immature face I wondered what it might have been like growing up as friends and how different our lives might be now having had all that time to grow together.
While the face was younger the smile and the mischief in the eyes was exactly the same and would have captivated me at any age. I would have loved to have carried her books home from school everyday I thought to myself and wished I had the chance. I wished I had taken her to the prom and had been each others first kiss and more. I felt a twinge of jealousy looking at those prom pictures and hated that kid standing next to her whatever his name was. While it was somewhat disheartening not being the first in a lot of things I did take solace in being the best. She was by far the best kisser, the best lover and the best friend I’ve ever had and I know she would say the same of me. Knowing we missed so much makes me relish the present all that much more and I vowed to myself that I may not have been able to be in those memories of the past but I plan to be in all the ones of the future. Further back still were some much older photographs of her as a little girl and those were some of my favorite ones to view. There was no mistaking her beautiful eyes and bright smile even as a babe. In those old photos I could see she had a happiness and that innocence of youth about her that could just pluck your heart strings. Even now she still had that childish elation at times which could be brought out by the simplest of things from flowers to a thunderstorm. Looking at these moments of her beaming youth I felt a kinship with her father whenever I looked at those early photos. No father could say no to that adorable face and deny his daughter anything that would produce that kind of happiness and Neither could I. When she looked at me that way I could See that simple childish joy radiating out from her inner child and it just melted my heart and if I had the world to give I would. Imagining what we would have been like as childhood friends was fun but knowing her as an adult was heavenly and I couldn’t imagine sharing my journey through life with anyone else but her. Every day our relationship got better with age like a fine wine and we drank from that vintage as often as we could as we took each other to higher places mentally, physically and emotionally and I enjoyed every sip.
I heard her coming back and it broke the spell those old photos had on me and when I gave her a kiss I’m sure she didn’t knows its inspiration but enjoyed it all the same. And so with the check list double and triple checked it was time to hit the road and spend some time alone in the wilderness. The ride would be a bit long but for me time would seem to fly with my able copilot keeping me company. From driveway to lake we listened to tunes and chatted the miles away. For us it wasn’t as much about the destination as it was about the time spent together. work and general responsibilities of life robbed us of enough precious time together and made our times together all the more special. We split the driving and navigation duties and before we knew it we were pulling up to the huge expanse of private property we were in search of. The last few miles where a bouncy ride down and old logging road finally ending up in a tree ringed glade that had a gentle slope down to the waters edge. The spot was perfect with its expanse of short shaggy grass that didn’t impair your walking and would be a nice added cushion to sleep upon. After a good stretch to wake our muscles after sitting in the car for so long we did a quick exploration of the immediate area. We assessed a good spot for a camp and it seemed perfect for our weekend retreat. Then we checked out the water’s edge before returning to the truck to unpack our gear and set up our camp. The nearby wooded section help plenty of large rocks with which to build a good fire ring and the ground was littered with enough dead branches and limbs to keep a fire going for weeks. With the help of canvas sacks we hauled all the wood we needed and more to the campsite and worked up a good sweat despite the season. It may have been the beginning of fall but the day time sun was still quite strong and for the next few days it would get cool primarily at night. Good snuggle weather I thought to me self and that gave me a warm smile while I stacked our piles of firewood.
I took off my shirt while I labored and her face lit up with hearty approval which always gave me a warm feeling inside. Of course I desired her as much as she did me, scantily clad or not, and we often showed our adoration in those subtle sexy ways. Anything could be a trigger to and it didn’t have to be something erotic like going shirtless. Sometimes it was just a smile or the way she brushed her hair from her face. Today was more a straight forward approach as she was wearing some low cut jean shorts that showed off her legs quite nicely and I must say it started a fire inside me just from watching her walking to and fro. A passionate warmth that would be intensified if I had the chance to follow a few steps behind and admire that wonderful hourglass shape closer and a little longer. Somehow I always managed to let her walk in front while we carried our bundles of deadwood back to the camp or as we hiked and explored the immediate area. It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it right? By early afternoon we were beat from the hot sun and hard work and headed to the water to wash up and cool off. The lake was probably a bit too cold to swim in but a dipped bandanna felt great on the skin and the cold clear water washed off all the sweat and grime from our efforts. It felt quite refreshing and I gave second wind to finish up our work. We had done all of the heavy work but the tent still needed to be set up and this time of year it got dark fast and the last thing I wanted to be doing was fumbling around in the dark. Unless of course I was fumbling between the warmth of our sleeping bags.
While I started to lay out the tent she started a fire and packed out our kitchen supplies and started to make something dinner. When I had the tent up and staked down and filled with our gear I could smell a delicious stew simmering in a big Dutch oven as it was licked by the flames from the makeshift hearth. In a true western style she cooked a hearty one pot cowboy meal complete with biscuits baked on top. Only when she was sure it was perfectly done did she let me dig in and by then I was totally famished. Hard work and fresh air will do that to you even if it is all under the guise of fun. it was delicious and boiling hot and I tried to avoid sever burns despite my hunger urging me on to gulp it down. While we ate I couldn’t help think how much I loved to be with her no matter what we were doing and something as simple as the act of sharing a meal seemed to reaffirm our bonds to each other. I could easily see us in any setting in any time and place doing exactly the same thing. Though the circumstances might vary the loving connection would always be the same. It wouldn’t matter if we were Neanderthals lounging by our cave or astronauts living off space rations. The Technology might evolve but our love would always be what exactly what it is. Perfect.
After dinner we cleaned up and locked the remaining provisions in the truck lest we temp the animals to come for a taste and then we decided to hike around and explore the area a little more. The big canopy of trees nearby kept the undergrowth in check and make hiking easier and we caught glimpses of several kinds of species of birds and other denizens’ of the forest who all seemed to be fairly ambivalent of our trek through their living room. The other thing these great big trees do is make it dark a lot earlier so after a short trip we reluctantly we headed back to camp before it got too dark to make our way back safely. On the way back the air temp was dropping with the sun and she snuggled up under my arm to take advantage of my body heat and I gladly tucked her in next to me. I loved her in my arms and next to my body and hated to let her go sometimes. With our steps in sync we strolled through the darkening forest and I had the urge get nowhere fast. The crisp air kept the bugs away and gave me an excuse to hold her that much tighter and that made us both smile inside and out
Back at camp we added some more fuel to the fire and watched the sky fade to black and witnessed the stars taking over for the night shift. It doesn’t get much better than this I thought to myself and cuddled her up tight in front of the warm fire. Words were not necessary as we enjoyed the simplicity of just being together in such a beautiful place. Silently we watch the flames dance, the wood pop and hiss and fading embers that rode the heated wind upwards to join those ancient points of twinkling lights in the sky. Somewhere off in the woods an owl hooted and crickets made the most of their last few cold but frost free evenings left in their mating season. All around us nature was singing along with the crackling fire providing us with a romantic soundtrack while we huddle up snugly in front of the flickering flames. Eventually the fire burned down to just coals and so too did our enthusiasm for sitting in the cold air and so we headed into the confines of our temporary canvas home. Inside it was much warmer by simply being out of the wind. Feeling a lot warmer inside we stripped down to underwear for sleeping and crawled into our sleeping bags. When I say bags I mean both our bags which we zipped together to make one big double sized bag we each could have the same room as one bag but without having to be separated while we slept. And of course we wouldn’t sleep on our own sides but rather in the middle like two happy caterpillars in a chrysalis. No butterfly would emerge from this pod but that’s not to say what would transpire wouldn’t be as beautiful and special. I treasured every kiss from her and no matter how many times we would consummate our love it would never ever be routine or mundane. The intensity of the passion or the duration of the event may vary but never would it mean less that something special. That’s just the kind of love we had and I thanked the stars every chance I got.
Outside the tent the air was cold and crisp but inside our sleeping bags we were toasty warm and once we zipped up our sides we rolled to face each other and entangled out limbs in a natural embrace. The coolness of her smooth skin on mine made my entire being sizzle with tingles of joy. I loved her body in my arms and couldn’t pull it into me close enough no matter how strong I was. Sometimes I felt I hugged her so hard I was afraid she might not be able to breathe. It felt so right that sometimes I had a hard time letting go but of course I always did. The other almost involuntary reaction I would have at the onset of her touch was the overwhelming urge to put my hands all over her silky body. The warm sensual softness of her skin and body never failed to excite me when ever I laid my hands upon it and I was forever reaching out for it. On the outside she could be tough as nails but underneath she was all woman with the perfect blend of softness and tone and enough tantalizing curves to drive me crazy. I loved it when our bodies would be braided together in a sensual embrace and the sensations from our arms and legs only fueled our passions while being so entangled. He body was my passion and I couldn’t keep my hands off it. If you could touch love then it must be this electric energy I felt pulsating through my hands as they lovingly caressed her figure. I loved her more than words could tell yet the heighten senses of our bodies recognized the depth of our love on a much deeper level. With the physical and emotional aspects of our devotion both being quite strong it made for some memorable passionate times that warmed the heart and left the body totally exhausted.
Although not all our forays into the carnal realm were of that cataclysmic emotional roller coaster kind but at least every time was an intimate sharing adventure and always downright fun. We rarely missed an opportunity to engage in some kind of sensual play and tonight was no exception. Being this close and having my libido stoked from all this skin on skin contact made my hands seek out more and more erogenous and titillating places. Her curvaceous bottom electrified me when I ran my warm hand down over its soft curve. It was the perfect handle for me to pull her even closer helping me emphasize the hunger behind my kisses. I felt her nipples stiffen against my bare chest as we escalated our kissing and I caressed the slopes of her spine tickling her s from neck to the small of her delicate back. I continued down over her hips and back up her soft inner thighs and listened to the sweet sounds she was making. I thought even her moans and sighs were beautiful and fit perfectly into the songs of the wild we heard earlier today. To me she was like a fine musical instrument in my arms, wonderful to touch, a joy to play and she produced the sweetest notes of pleasure for my ears. It always stimulated my more primal urges and gave my soul the ultimate satisfaction from knowing what I was doing was immensely pleasurable to her.
My lips hungrily sought out tender sensitive places like the soft slope of her long neck or a delicate dangling earlobe. The warmth of her soft skin on my face combined with a trace of her favorite perfume gave me a high like nothing else could. The more I nuzzled the more I needed to get our bodies closer and closer. Every second I absorbed that intoxicating aura of heat and the sweet scent of my delicate flower the harder it became to tell the boundaries of what was me and what was her. Slowly two separate bodies merged together to become one writhing mass of passionate and energetic love. For weeks we had anticipated this trip and for the last few days we both found ourselves losing our concentration and letting our minds drift away to ponder the sensual possibilities of things yet to be. Often times one might find us looking off into space with a dreamy expressions as we tried to imagine moments like this. Moments where here, amongst natures wild side we would unleash a bit of our own primitive selves safely tucked inside this simple shelter. The more passionate we got the warmer it seemed to be in the tent and despite the chilly air outside the temperature inside was beginning to get downright tropical. Throwing back the top of the sleeping bags help but not entirely and we could only think of one sure fire fix and that was to move outside. The fire may have been long dead by now but the stars and nice sliver of the moon was more than enough light for us to venture out. We laid out an extra blanket on the soft grass and I dashed to the middle of the blanket as soon as it landed. The chilly air cooled us off quick and gave us that much more of a sense of urgency to reunite our physical bodies and regenerate some more of that sensual body heat.
Just before we exited the tent she donned my long flannel shirts and only my flannel shirt and she looked quite sexy in it. It was a stirring combination of looking absolutely adorable in my way to big of a shirt and yet at the same time she was this sexy imp with her hair tousled wildly about with a look of sexual determination in her eyes that made me tingle with anticipation. Another benefit of her wearing only a shirt was I could see more of the fine lines of her legs when we had spread out the blanket. The thought of running my hands up and down they silky lengths made me move as fast as I could to get back to our passionate embraces. As I lay down on the blanket she was standing at my feet waiting for me to settle in and looking up she appeared more like a mystical vision than just my camping partner. Lit by the silvery moonlight and framed by ethereal whips of building night fog, she looked every bit to be a sensual woodland goddess with only eyes for me. I felt like Pan lying in the forest while he seduced the Goddess of the moon Selene. My shirt looked like a flowing robe and in the dim moonlight it revealed only hints of that wonderful Olympian body it barely covered. It was easy to envision her as a magical lover and in many ways she truly was. Now bathed in soft moonlight she was all that and more to me and when she slithered up my body me and rested atop mine I felt the magic inside and out.
She kissed me just like I imagined a denizen of the woods might. Softly and sweetly yet each telegraphed her desires and they thrilled me to my core. Those soft sweet kisses quickly ramped up in intensity and in seconds it seemed we were right back at the level we were at a short while before in the tent. While I lie there I could see her outline block out some of the star filled sky as she began to move about and it made her that much more esoteric. She loved to pleasure me and like myself she would become immensely turned on by doing so. With every kiss and taste of my skin she began to let her inner desires be the guiding principles behind her actions. Through her touch and moans I could both feel and hear her complete the transformation from ordinary camping partner to lascivious wood nymph right before my eyes. I felt an enchanting energy when I caressed her body or ran my fingers through her silky hair and especially while she massaged and kissed me with loving hands and lips. She also rubbed her whole body against mine and entangled her legs with mine drawing us ever closer. We spoke a special language of moans and purrs that only we could interpret and those musical syllables heightened our excitement as our words became notes and our notes a beautiful duet.
Everything she did thrilled me and sent my libido into overdrive. I felt like I was on a roller coaster heading for the top and yet the top was nowhere in sight. A part of me couldn’t wait to feel the rush of going over that crest but most of me was simply enjoying the ride and what a ride it was. My body was humming with excitement from her touch and with knowing how much she was enjoying herself giving me great pleasures was also exciting my mind. This chemistry we had was simply amazing and I too let myself get lost in that higher state of consciousness we were so intimately dancing in. While I was lost in the pleasures of the flesh she was also awash is her own sensory overloads. Every heightened receptor in her body was giving her feedback be it the taste of my salty skin to the tremendous heat radiating off my body. I felt like deep inside me was a raging fire pit full of fresh dry wood and it was bringing my blood to a boil. She kissed each of my nipples before suckling them which sent amazing tingles right down my torso and felt like a lightening bolt was running down my torso and grounding out in my loins. Expertly she used her teeth to apply just the right amount of pressure to tease and thrill me before she worked her way down my body. By the time she worked down my stomach and up and down both thighs I was so hard I ached and she had barely touched me there. Yet.
She was a master at the art of teasing and everything she did drove me wild. The sensations and anticipation of what was to come kept me wanting to beg for mercy and yet also to never stop at the same time. My mind reeled with the sensations and overloaded my senses and yet no matter how I prodded or begged she would not let her slow train of pleasure be derailed. Finally her attention started to focus on my most aching piece of anatomy and I felt my soul slip into heaven. While the sliver of moon bathed us in its eerie blue light she operated with the skill of a true nymph of the woods and completely bewitched me. She thrilled me to no end and again I kept feeling she wouldn’t stop until she pushed me right over the edge. And as soon as I felt that eruptive trigger start to get ready to let loose, she would back off and let my throbbing ache calm down and slow its progress to the cliff and re-secure that trigger. Then I was worried she would just keep on coaxing me to the edge and back and I thought I might never sate my deep instinctual ache for release. It was heavenly torture. All that sensual touching massaging and kissing earlier had primed my body for a quick sexual explosion and here she was bringing me close to the edge over and over again only to pause and let my aching hardness throb in the cold air in unison with my pounding heart. With the echos of her touch still lingering on my most sensitive parts she moved her attentions elsewhere. It made no difference what part of me she focused on because every bit of my entire essence seemed to be in a heightened state of awareness. Even when just her breast caressed my leg as she moved past sent shivers and tingles through me right to my rigid epicenter. It made me lose all sense of space and time and words were all but impossible to utter.
Despite her tendency to wander she always returned to the object of her obsessions again and again. Each time greeting it as a long lost friend with hugs, kisses and deep warm embraces. I could feel myself straining for more attention as part of me throbbed and pointed towards the sky whenever she pulled away. Like a rocket ship awaiting lift off the tension was building exponentially and I wanted to scream out the countdown. Wet from her attentions the cold air made me acutely more aware of the absence of stimulation and ache all the more for the warm velvety wetness that was her mouth and the wonderful sensations it so expertly produced. Working in concert with her hands she massage and stroked me into a frenzy that curled my toes and made me claw at the grass. It was a high better than any drug ever could induce and I loved every second.
Lying and writhing on the blanket beneath a star filled sky she brought me out of my human boundaries into a higher consciousness of sexual awareness. She truly was my wood nymph now and all I could do was enjoy the ride Once more she brought me close to the peak but this time she unexpectedly began stroked me furiously and losing all control, the magical moment arrive. The countdown was fast and furious and there was no time to prepare. I was overcome with elation when I realized what was happening and my release was utterly euphoric. I felt all that pent up sexual energy break free and uncoil from deep inside my overly stimulated body. Initially I felt just a trembling deep inside. Not unlike warning tremors foreshadowing something much more volcanically spectacular on the horizon. Once that trigger was pulled all hell broke loose and titanic waves of energy shook through my body and warm fountains of thick fluid shot skyward and fell hot and steaming down over her pumping hands. Like a wolf on the hillside I howled at the moon and through the orgasmic fog I sensed her joy at giving me such intimate pleasures and she answered my every howl with her own bays of excitement. Rational thought escaped me but I knew it was an amazing and beautiful event. It was primitive and electrifying and seemed even more special for us to be one with each other in the midst of nature’s grand bedroom.
I was stunned from the effort and she continued to pleasure me with her hands. One gently massaging and caressing my body and the other softly stroking more waves of involuntary contractions from me. I was totally lost in that space between too much sensations and wishing it could last forever and unable to utter a coherent sound. What heaven it would be to be eternally falling from that crest and ride that sensation forever. Lying there beneath the stars I felt as if I was floating amongst them. The unselfish act of giving me such heavenly pleasures turned her on equally as much as any physical technique I might have done and gave her a feeling of joy and erotic pleasure. Compounded with the vision of my orgasmic ejaculate exploding through the air and splashing back down and running over her stroking fingers made her body hum with anticipation for such a climactic release as well. Even though my spasms had barely subsided I was still fully engorged and it felt like I was even harder after such attempts to bellows my reserves dry. Not one to waste such opportune hardness she promptly put it to good use.
Positioning herself atop me and straddling my hips she lowered her already moist and throbbing petals upon my shaft still quivering with aftershocks. Having been exposed to the night air her body was almost cold when it touched me and the heat of all that blood trapped in my swollen shaft almost set her off right then. It wouldn’t be long as she felt the tension spring inside herself winding ever tighter and soon it would uncoil in a massive release of pent up energy all over me. Slowly she slid up and down my length grinding and wriggling to press us tighter together. Quickly I noticed the range of her slide became shorter and shortee as she focused the pressure all in one spot. Now it was her turn to lose the ability to use words. I could feel the ridge of my head rubbing over her swollen source of pleasure as she ground herself on me. As I caressed her beautiful body I felt her legs muscles tense up and her torso tighten as that explosive moment approached. Nails dug into my shoulders as she went supernova on my hips and her howls of delight wafted skyward just like the wisps of smoke that rose from the fire not so long ago.
Spent and exhausted she collapsed onto me and we caught our breaths in-between kisses and slowly the fog of passion slowly lifted. Lying atop me she pressed in close and with my shirt draped over her back as the only protection from the nights chill she purr in contentment while we kisses and shared out body heat. I caressed her body and ran my fingers through her hair still mentally numb from the experience and hugged her tight as I shivered partly from the cool air on my sweaty body and partly it was still orgasmic tremors echoing through my heart and soul. It was an amazing and beautiful moment and I wish we didn’t have to move but eventually the chilly night air made us seek warmer accommodations. Groggily we crawled back into the tent and slipped into the sleeping bags reuniting beneath to once again share our body heat and fall asleep with the comfort that only comes from being so intimately entwined.
Morning arrived and I was alone in my cocoon of warmth and I cold see through the joints of the tents zipper that the sun was waking as well. The smell of coffee and breakfast on new fire was all the impetus I needed to get up. Emerging from the tent I saw her sitting on a stump working the fire and utensils as well as if it was her dream kitchen. To me any kitchen with her in it was my dream kitchen and even dressed in her camping clothes she was still my beauty and I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her good morning. There were times we could talk for hours like we did on the ride here and then there were times where we would enjoy the quite of each others company. This morning we watched the sun come up and burn the fog off the lake and set the fall foliage on fire. It was a picturesque scene from a postcard worthy of a masters paint brush or the finest cameras eye and there was no one better in the word to sit there and enjoy it with.
The rising sun warmed us as much as the coffee and food and feeling energized we got dressed for some more hiking and exploration. We skirted the lake as much as we could until we came upon a small stream which we decided to follow up stream for a while. With the onset of fall much of the thick foliage was gone and we managed to wind our way through the terrain without much trouble. We found fire newts by the stream and glimpsed several garter snakes trying to absorb some sun on a small embankment. I felt like a kid on a nature walk and I couldn’t imagine sharing these natural wonders with anyone else but my special camper. Back at the waters edge fish splashed the surface just to tease me it seemed. Somehow they knew I left my pole back at the camp. There were Turtles sunning themselves on a semi submerged log watching us as we past only to slip into the water for safety as we neared and kept a bobbing eye on us as we passed. This land was a natural wonder and while we sat at the waters edge and drank it all in the wildlife resumed its daily rhythms. Quietly sitting it seemed for a few fleeting moments that we were part of that natural setting and less like tourist passing through.
Returning to camp we gathered some more wood, ate a small lunch and heated some water to clean up with. With the night air a lot cooler than the day it was better to wash up and wet your head now and let the sun help dry it than to be damp in the cold darkness. After all that we grabbed some fishing poles and headed to a likely productive spot on the lake. It might have been the wrong season and time of day for really catching much but catching wasn’t the point today. Fishing was and after throwing in out bait there was nothing left to do but lie in the tall soft grass and soak up some warm sunlight. As much as I wanted to just relax next to my pretty camp councilor hoards of small pan fish did their best to keep me busy. I hoped the commotion of the smaller fish would arouse the curiosity of something larger and more delicious but to no avail. The hoard of smaller hungry mouths ate everything before it hit the bottom. Eventually it was more fun to watch the bait induced frenzy and the idea was to just relax and soak up some of the sun while we enjoyed each others company at the waters edge. Lying with my head in her lap while she read a book I felt we had achieved all our goals for the day and more. I wish these quiet intimate moments would last forever but like everything else in life these moments are always fleeting. Knowing how rare these moments could really be gave me that much more of an appreciation for them and I tried to commit every aspect of it to memory. Years from now I would be stressed and under pressure and I will think back to moments like this and that inner peace will calm even the stormiest of seas.
The fall sun seems to pick up speed as it passed its apex in the sky and once its on its way out the are starts to get cooler quickly. While it wouldn’t get freezing for a few weeks it would be a lot more enjoyable to lounge around in front of a nice fire. With no fish to show for out efforts we went back to camp to start a fire and cook up some of out rations. Being a short trip we pack accordingly and our portable panty had the one ingredient in which we were so sorely lacking, fish. Atop the slowly melting pack of ice were two fresh salmon fillets and all the fixing’s we would need for a fireside gourmet meal. While a few fresh logs gave their all for the fire I chopped some potatoes and carrots with rosemary and olive oil and folded then into a foil pouch which I placed in the pit right next to the coals. With some turning and care they would turn into some of the most delicious roasted vegetables one could have asked for. When they were almost done I grilled the salmon over some super hot coals for a few minutes a side and as easy as that dinner was served with an air chilled bottle of wine. The dinner was fabulous, the ambiance of a simmering campfire was wonderful and the company was appreciative and I could think of no one else id rather share this meal with. When the stars started to appear and twinkle I felt a warmth inside like I’ve never felt before. Three sources of heat seemed to bath me, one from the food and wine, one from the fire itself and one from the love of my companion. The food warmed my stomach, the fire heated my skin and her smile heated me deep inside to my soul.
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