An imagined impact launches you out of sleep. Your breathing is heavy. Rain bombards the tent.
“Nightmare?” A caring whisper manifests a few feet away from you. Sana shuffles around in her sleeping bag to face you, her golden eyes among the first things you see as yours adjust to the lack of light.
“Yeah,” you reply.
“Ah.” Sana softly clicks her tongue. “You know, I heard those are more common when you’re sleeping someplace you’re not familiar with.”
You’re not sure of the validity of her statement, but it would make sense.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” she continues, before pausing for a moment to think. “Actually, I’ve got an idea.”
An abrupt, loud zipping noise fills the tent.
”Oops. Sorry. But hey, look!” With a wide smile, Sana shows you her sleeping bag, now unfolded. “It’s half-blanket!”
Still halfway asleep and stunned from the tactical zipper grenade she just dropped, it takes you a moment to figure out what she’s getting at.
”Well, what are you waiting for? Get in! You’ll sleep a lot better if you’ve got someone to cuddle.”
You hesitate for a bit.
”Oh, come on. Please? I’d feel awful if I brought you out camping just to watch you suffer.”
This whole trip was indeed her idea, part of her plan to “get you away from the light pollution” and “teach you to appreciate the stars”. Of course, there couldn’t be much star-appreciating going on tonight, what with all the rain.
With a sigh, you climb out of your sleeping bag and into Sana’s improvised bed. She rolls over, happily accepting the role of little spoon, and pulls your arm over her midsection.
”See, much better!”
It is much better, but maybe not in the way she means.
Her hair has been freed from her usual pigtails, trailing loosely down her back. The aroma of it is unavoidable, a creamy-yet-smoky smell that you imagine must be the smell of space dust.
She’s brought your hand to rest on her tummy, which rises and falls with her breaths. Just inches away from her colossal breasts. With just a twist of the wrist, you could probably give one a nice squeeze, if you so felt the urge.
Worst of all, her cute, round butt is pressed gently against your groin.
Thank god she’s wearing those adorable saturn-pattern pyjamas and not her leotard. The feel of her silky bare skin would be driving you wild.
After a couple minutes hoping to spontaneously develop telekinetic powers with which to hold down your erection, you notice her giggle under her breath.
She shifts her weight a bit, wiggling her butt against your crotch.
Oh god.
”Hey,” she whispers. “Want something to take your mind off the nightmare?”
Sana pulls her pyjama pants down to her knees, continuing to grind against you as she does. You freeze up as your dick is sandwiched between her plump cheeks.
”Go on. You’ll sleep like a baby after. Promise.”
You’re still not quite used to Sana’s utterly carefree attitude to sex, so you don’t give in at first.
But then she twists her upper body, unwittingly lifting the blanket with her huge chest, and cranes her neck to kiss you. As she pulls away, her eyes invite you to follow.
Ah, fuck it.
You pull your now completely stiff cock out and slide into her pussy. It feels like dipping your cock in melted chocolate. She gasps, arching her back a bit before the gasp transitions into quiet laughter.
You focus whatever energy can be found in your drowsy body into moving your hips. You manage a slow but strong pace, each thrust ending with a soft plap against her ass and a breathy moan from one or both of you.
As if showing off that she’s more awake than you, Sana starts rotating her own hips, guiding your cock around her damp caves.
Her enthusiasm is inspiring. Enticing, even. You redirect some energy to your head, diving in to kiss and nibble her neck.
It would seem she’s a bit ticklish, as this gets her giggling again, although this time the giggles keep getting interrupted by sharp breaths and quivering moans.
”Yes… oh, fuck…”
She clamps a hand on the back of your head, holding you into her.
Each breath in fills your mind with her intoxicating scent.
Each breath out sends a shiver through her body.
You bottom out inside her over and over, her walls spasming erratically around you.
Drawn by a mind of its own, your hand snakes its away under her shirt and digs its fingers into one of the unguarded mounds beneath. You lazily tease the nipple, its extreme sensitivity becoming apparent by her deep, staggered breath in as you do.
Her laughing has stopped. All she can manage to vocalise are the sounds of ecstasy.
She pulls your head in closer as the slow but constant waves of pleasure bring her to a mind-numbing orgasm. Her whole body quakes, and she bites her lip to suppress a louder moan.
It’s too much to bear. Her trembling pussy practically milks the cum out of you, leaving your hips locked and shaking.
The feeling of your semen pouring into her and your shuddering exhalations against her neck extend her climax and drive her crazy. It takes well over a minute for her to bring her breathing back to normal.
Once she’s finally settled down, she twists to give you another kiss, shoving her tongue in your mouth as far as it will go.
”Sweet dreams, Anon,” she whispers sensually, her lips just inches away and shackled to you by a string of spit.
The two of you drift off to sleep again, pressed warmly against each other and joined at the hip.
You shield your eyes as you stagger out of the tent. The leaves and grass around you smell strongly of last night’s rain, though that smell is being driven away by smoke.
“Morning!” Sana waves at you through the blinding daylight. She stands by the campfire, preparing some hot dogs and beckoning you over.
“Sleep well?” she asks with a smirk. You nod.
“Yeah. Thanks for that, by the way.”
“Ah, no prob.” She grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for a forceful French kiss, a splash of warm saliva to properly wake you up. “Anything for a friend.”