Alyssa and John had been together a meagre three months. She had done all of the things that a girl should do to make sure that a guy wasn’t just playing around with her heart strings. She’d met his parents, made friends with his friends, and most importantly not given up any lovin’. She was sure that John was the real deal. He was a professional bad ass most of the time, making a living at the motorcycle shop working on broken down Harley’s that had seen better days. No one looked as good in a leather jacket and skin tight ripped up jeans as John did. He looked the part of a bad boy but when they were alone he was soft as butter. He knew all the right things to say and how to make her feel like the most important part of his world. She had decided that come what may, this was the man she wanted. Alyssa clearly didn’t make these decisions lightly. They were taking a couple’s trip this weekend and roughing it out for a few days. She decided it would be the perfect time to finally give in to her desires and let John have his way with her. In a relationship so solid it could only cement the bond further. Alyssa had never been camping but she certainly had her ideas about what it was going to be like. She kept her mind busy as they made their way towards the chunk of land they planned to camp on. There were some great trails to ride his motorcycle on, John had said, and he wanted to show them to her so he brought it along towed behind her sleek black SUV. Once they made it to the camp-site and set everything up it began to get dark outside. It was lovely and there was every sunset colour known to man in the evening sky. John got the fire going and took his shirt off since it was beginning to get a little warm setting up camp. Alyssa’s jaw dropped at the sight of his muscular shoulders that were just tanned enough to give them a glow of warmth. She couldn’t help herself any more. She needed to touch him, taste him. Sneaking up behind him she lathed her tongue from his shoulder blade to the sensitive area right behind his ear. Spinning around in surprise at her making the first move, which was not the normal way of things, John shot her a hungry look. She hooked her index fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and yanked them downward only to find that John was going commando. My oh my, that man was beautifully built. Alyssa was no virgin, but she gave her love with caution. Tonight she would throw caution to the wind with John. Getting to her knees on the soft blanket beside the fire she ran her nails up and down John’s thighs making him shiver. She pulled her white tank top over her head and put it around john’s hips like a belt. Grasping either side she pulled his cock into her mouth and used her tank top to control his hip movements. The taste of him so salty and completely masculine made her ache so hard that she couldn’t take it any more. Pulling John down with her onto the blanket she allowed him to remove the rest of her clothing which he did slowly as if to reveal a great masterpiece. Kneeling between her legs he used his fingers to test whether she was wet enough for him and when his fingers came away drenched, he knew that she was. Working his cock into her tight pussy was like torture for Alyssa. She wanted all of him. Arching her back and thrusting upwards with her hips she forced him in to his hilt. Stifling a groan, John began to move rhythmically within her. The heat and waves of her climax built almost immediately and she was pushed to her brink within seconds. John was only heartbeats behind. With three months of foreplay the orgasms were earth shattering and every creature around was sure to have heard their cries of completion. It was a long love session, but there would be many more tonight. John suggested that the next time would be on the back of his motorcycle.