tugging them down. He was thinking the same thing, and who would blame him?
“There’s a freedom in making love out in the open,” she said, her words soft and seductive. “I like the way it makes me feel-decadent and a little naughty.”
He liked naughty, and Nikki wore it well. “You’ve never made love outside before. Before the pond, that is.”
She shook her head. “My partners were always afraid we’d get arrested for having sex in one of the parks. It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying on my part, though.”
He laughed. “They just didn’t know the right parks.”
One eyebrow rose. “And you do?”
“I’m not sure I would now, but yeah, I know a few places where you can make out without getting caught. The way the press hounds me, it wouldn’t be smart to get back to nature.”
“Are…they that bad? I mean, they must help your career, too.”
“Some do.”
“Then you don’t despise all reporters.”
“No, there are a few I actually like.” He watched her closely and saw the look of relief on her face. It made him wonder why she would care what he thought, but as soon as she sat up and began to unbutton her shirt, it didn’t really matter.
Cal followed suit and unbuttoned his but kept his gaze on her as she slipped off her shirt and the only thing left was a wispy red lace bra.
“I always thought it would be nice to vacation in a nudist camp,” she said, the laughter back in her eyes. “What about you? Ever think it might be fun?”
He shrugged. “Half the time Brian and I ran around in cutoffs and that’s about it. It was almost like being naked, and when we went swimming we were usually in the buff. I guess I enjoyed the freedom. I never really thought about it. It just seemed to be a part of growing up.”
“It sounds like fun.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. Naked sounded real good to him right now. He reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and slipped it off. She had the most perfect breasts and they just fit in the palms of his hands. He lightly squeezed them, scraped his thumbs across the nipples. They tightened.
“That feels good,” she said as she moved to her knees. She raised her arms above her head and stretched, arching her body toward him as she begged for more.
He moved to his knees. “You like that?”
She nodded. “You’re very good at making a woman feel great about herself.”
When she brought her arms down, she wrapped them around his neck and drew his head down to hers. Their lips touched. Her tongue scraped along his before delving inside his mouth stroking, caressing him.
She slid her hands down his arms and cupped his ass. He drew in a sharp breath. She pressed closer, her breasts rubbing against his chest.
He pulled her even closer, running his hands down her back, bringing her in tighter against his erection. She wiggled her body. There was only a scrap of silk between her and his jeans. It was a hell of a turn-on knowing what she must be feeling right now.
He began to lightly massage her ass, kneading and squeezing. “What about this? Do you like what I’m doing? Do you like the way it feels to rub your tender clit against my rough jeans? But that’s right, you said you liked it rough.”
“Yes, but I want more.”
She surprised him by scooting back and unbuttoning his jeans and tugging the zipper down. He didn’t mind a bit letting her have her way with him. She shoved his jeans and briefs over his hips, freeing him. Cool air caressed his dick.
“This is what I want,” she said, and brushed her fingers over the tip of his penis. She placed small kisses on his chest, working her way up his neck. “I want you. I want to lick you and suck you inside my mouth,” she said, her words raspy with need.
His mouth went dry. He knew exactly where she wanted to put her mouth.
She didn’t wait for him to answer but leaned down and took him inside her mouth, her tongue swirling across the tip of his dick before she sucked him deep inside.
A rush of fire swept through him, settling in his stomach. He arched toward her as his fingers curled in her hair. “Oh, damn, yes. That feels fucking fantastic.”
He didn’t think it could get any better, until she began to lightly knead his balls. He couldn’t focus as the strength was drained from his body. He sat back on his heels. She continued to suck and lick his dick, sliding his foreskin down, then back up.
“I can’t hold back,” he said.
“Then don’t.” She squeezed up close to him, sliding her thong to the side until her sex fit tight against him. “Did you like when I sucked your cock?” she asked as she began to rub her sex against him.
“You know I did,” he barely got out as he tried to take a deep breath and couldn’t.
“I liked it, too. The hard length, the soft tip, running my tongue over it.” Her movements increased.
He moved to a sitting position, pulled her in closer, making the connection tighter. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes.
“Oh, damn, this feels good,” she said. “Oh, oh, I think I’m almost there.”
Her words seemed to come from a tunnel as his world exploded all around him. He sat straighter, grabbing her ass and holding her against him. She cried out as her orgasm swept over her.
Their breathing was ragged in the quiet of the late afternoon. Had he ever had such incredible sex as he’d just experienced?
He didn’t think so.
She laughed. He frowned.
“Is that another good laugh or a bad laugh?” he asked.
Nikki leaned away from him and stared into his eyes. “Definitely good.” Her smile was wide and mischievous. “But very, very messy. I think I need a trip to the river.”
“Good idea.” She frowned. “I’m starved, too.”
“It hasn’t been that long since we ate.”
She shrugged as she stood. “Sex always makes me hungry. What can I say?”
“Okay, but leave your panties here.”
“Why? So you won’t be the only naked one? Are you embarrassed?”
He shook his head as he let his gaze roam over her. God, she had a magnificent body. “No, this is Camp Braxton and you’re not allowed to wear clothes.”
Her smile was slow. “I think I like this camp.” She removed her thong and tossed it to the side.
It didn’t take them long to wash up since the water was ice cold. When they returned to camp, Cal dug out a bag of marshmallows and found branches. He took his knife and trimmed the ends of the branches until he had a sharp point on each.
“Oh, we’re going to roast marshmallows. Cool. I’ve always wanted to know what they taste like.”
He looked at her. “Don’t tell me you’ve never roasted marshmallows?” He added more branches and had flames in no time.
She shook her head. “No, but I always wondered what it would be like to go to camp and do all the things that other girls were doing.”
He studied her.
“Not a nudist camp. Well, not until I got older.” She grinned. “No, I always wanted to go to a summer camp. My parents thought it would be a bad influence.”
“Well, I’m here to round out your education, but fair warning, I am a bad influence.”
“Oh, I’d say you’re certainly that.”
When Cal returned her smile, warmth washed over her. Not the sexual kind she usually experienced when he looked at her. This was different. It made her feel good on the inside, but it worried her, too.
Cal handed her a stick with a marshmallow on the end. She dutifully stuck it in the fire, like he was doing with his. When it burst into flame, she quickly blew it out.
