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Fireside Fun (Schoeche)

Blake leaned back as they got wrapped up in their conversations, his attention shifted away from the group slowly, rocking up to his feet and sauntering off from the Fireside. He didn't particularly care to sit around and honestly....he could spend his time with his friends joking around him anytime.

He ventured off a bit into the woods, the reason he came out after all, to get into something other than city life. Their voices got quiet as he got a ways away, looking out into the chirping calming woods around him. He closed his eyes, leaning against a tree as he relaxed himself.
 
Conversation around the fire and Maria genuinely enjoyed herself as she caught up with her friends. After a time, though, the conversation died down. Ryan and Belle became more and more “engrossed” in each other until Clark kiddingly told them to “get a room.” The obliged by heading off to their tent, giggling. After a while, Clark and Courtney followed to their tent, with Courtney offering a final apologetic glance.

Maria headed toward her tent. Noises of giggling and smooching emanated loudly from tue tent next here. As she passed, a light clicked on inside and suddenly, there was a stark outline shown on the tent wall. It was Belle, obviously naked, boobs bouncing as her hips rocked back and forth as she rode her boyfriend. Maria stopped, caught off guard as she watched.
 
(XD Blake: *drags Tent far from the rest*)

Blake looked over briefly to the tents, seeing a light in them shadows in motion. Oh. Great. They'd have to deal with that now. Maria saw Ryan's hands reach up from the ground, grabbing on his girlfriends bouncing breasts. He pulled himself up planting kisses on her lips.
 
Maria started, realizing she was staring. She debated going into the tent, by decided there was no way she was going to sleep with that racket next door. She slipped past the tent and moved away from the camp, heading in the direction Blake had gone. Her mind kept replaying the tent scene for her and she found herself getting a little flushed.
 
"successful operation?" Blake said as he looked aback at her, seeing her approaching him in the quieter end of the woods.
 
She started, not seeing him in the gloom at first. “Yeah.” She grinned. “Belle doesn’t seem too bothered though.” She nodded toward the tent where the show was clearly visible, even from there. “I didn’t figure I’d get much sleep at the moment.” She stood watching for a bit.
 
"I see she's....motivated. Probably shouldn't have used the night light!" Blake said smirking slightly. "I guess we should have considered moving the tent further away." He said nodding
 
“Yeah. Can’t really now.” She looked at him, her mind running in channels. She had to admit, it’d been a while since she’d enjoyed herself in that manner. Her mind was soon considering possibilities.
 
"We could always pull the stakes, drag it around." He said with a shrug, not aware of the thoughts channeling within her mind. He hadn't been seeking such things lately, but he could hear Belle still, faintly as her passions were rising up higher and higher.
 
She moved a little closer. “You think we’ll need the privacy?” She smiled and looked up at him. “Now that we’ve got them fooled…” She reached out and touched his arm.
 
"Mm? What's on your mind?" He asked as she smiled up to him, raising a brow at her. "Another trick?"
 
“I mean… if you can’t beat them, join them, right? They don’t need to know about it…” She slid her hand down his arm, then dropped it. “I could use a destresser after our ‘fight’… Doesn’t that look like fun?” She turned to look at the tent show again.
 
"Oh? So you want to have a bit of a fling?" He said leaning forward a bit as she watched her friends shadow show. "Careful. They might think your a fan if the show."
 
“They’re putting it on, so they shouldn’t mind.” She looked up at him. “And yes. A fling is exactly what I want.” She moved closer. “You interested?”
 
Blake sized her up a moment. "I...guess it'll be a bit of good to have some more fun" he said rubbing his chin
 
Maria chuckled. “Thats the spirit. Hopefully you’ll be more enthused later…” she looked around. “Back to the tent or will they hear us there? We could make something work here… it’s dark…” she pressed up against him, giving a good, firm grind of her hip against his crotch.
 
Blake grunted slightly as she pushed up against him, grinding her hip against him. "The Dark works for me just fine." He said as he touched her hips, his other hand touching under her chin. "Later? Oh so it's an extended fling? All week long?"
 
She grinned. “Depends how good you are.” She slid her arms around him and kept grinding. Her black running tights rubbed against him. She decided to let him make the next major move.
 
Blake smirked to himself. "I'll let you judge, I've got nothing to prove." He said simply as he reached around her , hid hands grasping her ass, rolling his fingers along the smooth fabric as he grinned against her, starting to go rigid, stiffening along her. He leaned forward, moving to kiss on her neck.
 
Maria moved her head aside, giving him full access. She relaxed herself a bit, leaning into him as if melting under his touch. She slid her hands down his back and her fingers slipped under his shirt, pulling it up slightly.
 
As she dragged up his shrlurt, Blake squeed on her buttocks, his mouth dancing along her neck, her skin, cateful not to go too hard...after all he didn't want to make marks that would raised questions. He shifted back to pull his shirt off, showing off his fit frame. He was lean and cut, perhaps some sort of runner rather than looking to gain massive muscle his hands came back, pulling at her running tights, to pull them off her.
 
as she stepped back to let him push her tights off, her fingers traced the muscles on his stomach. She moved her legs to step out of her shorts, the slid her hands up to rest against his chest as she stepped close again.
 
Blake looked at her lips briefly, but did want to slow any further, he reached out, sliding his hands down and under ger shirt to grab on her breast, starting to go back to grinding oh her.
 
She pressed back against him, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her eyes started to dart around, looking for somewhere they could go to move things further. Her hands moved down to his pants. She stepped back, her fingers working his belt buckle and zipper. A moment later, his pants were loss and dropping around his ankles. Her fingers couldn’t resist the opportunity to dance across his firm bulge, feeling the length and hardness of his member.
 
As she scanned the area, she knew that the tents were closest, but they would risk get caught. They could get to Clark's truck, and get a blanket from the bed...or use it in the bed of the truck. As she stroked Blake, his member alive and stiff, his eyes focused on her.
 
She grinned impishly at the reaction she got from him, then jerked her head toward the truck. “Should we head to the truck?” She glanced around again “or do you want to try it up against a tree?”
 
"I don't think you want bark marks or splinters" he said smirking slightly at her in return. "The truck will do" he said shifting up.
 
“Then let’s go.” She slipped her sandals back in, picked up her tights and headed toward the truck. Her bare legs shone a bit in the soft moonlight. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, she darted through the night to the truck.
 
He pulled uo his pants a bit, taking up his shirt to hustle on after her, chasing her over to the tuck
 
She was giggling and had to restrain herself to keep from making noise. It was almost certain that some of the party weren’t sleeping yet, so any noisy carrying on would be heard. Looking in the back of the truck, she saw a folded up blanket. She jumped in and spread it out.
 
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