- SLEEPING BAG-2
- Anna moved on the other bench so we froze. After the sounds of movement in the shelter subsided my hand went for a second attempt. It traveled over a little groomed patch of pubic hair that, for some reason, I imagined was shaped like a heart. Once my hand found warm and moist folds in the very center of her arousal she trembled a bit in my arms. To reduce the rustling noise I pressed my palm against the broad area of her clitoris and moved it up and down very slowly with a firm and steady pressure. It seemed to be working well because her arousal was palpable. At the bottom end of the move my index finger would slip inside of her and I noticed she was super wet. I imagined getting down there and tasting her juices, which drove me mad with excitement. Her trembling got harder and every now and then a strong twitch would shake her from her core. She was breathing heavily and we were already in risky terrain noisewise. Periodically, she would get super aroused and tighten up – strongly pressing her hand on mine through the trousers and gripping my hand tightly with her thighs to prevent a loud moan from coming out. I found it super cute and incredibly hot.
- Boris started snoring at this point and I felt grateful to my buddy for that. It both reassured us that we’re not loud enough to be detected just yet and added another layer of background sound on top of howling winds. It wasn’t much, but it was an improvement so she felt encouraged enough to extend her hand back towards my body. She seemed to have wanted to reach my penis but realized it was not possible in the tight conditions of our sleeping bag, so she grabbed my hip and pulled my body even tighter to hers instead. Then she obviously revised her plan and lifted a bit on the other elbow and pulled down her trousers as much as she could. Which was barely under her buttocks.