I slide one arm around her shoulders.She’s still cold, but drying quickly in the heat, and she wriggles toward me on the rock.
“About now,” I say.“That is, unless there are still big fires in the southwest.Then we get called down to help with those, like we did last year.In that case, late September, early October.”
“That’s a long season,” she says.
“Six months,” I say.
She just gives me ayeah, I can do mathlook.
“...Which is a long time to sleep in a tent,” I finish.
“And then the other six months is a long time to live with your parents,” she says.
“Only when you say it like that,” I point out.“I prefer to tell people that I’m a part-time fireman, part-time cowboy.”
“If you get a friend who’s half cop and half construction worker, you could have your very own male strip show,” she teases.
“Ididalways want to wear a thong so strange women could stick dollar bills in it,” I say.
“It’s usually briefs,” Clementine says.
I raise myself up on one elbow and look at her.
“What?”she says, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
“Apparently you’re an expert on male strippers,” I say.
“I’m not anexpert,” she says, rolling over and resting her chin on my chest.“But if you wanted to give me a show, I’d be happy to offer some pointers.”
My dick is warming upmuchfaster now.
“Well, I’ve got one move where I dig fire breaks for fourteen hours a day, sleep, then get up and do it again,” I say.“And another one where I shovel horse shit out of stables for a couple of months.Am I ready for Vegas?”
Clementine slides her leg over my thighs so she’s straddling me, her face above mine, and I put my hands on her still-cold hips.
Cold water be damned, I’m rock hard in seconds.
“Maybe,” she says.“But then strange women would be staring at you all day, and shoving money into your underwear, and trying to cop a feel, and I’d probably get pretty jealous.”
“Shoveling shit it is, then,” I say, grinning.
She leans down and kisses me, a slow, lazy kiss as I stroke her back.She’s still on her knees over me, and as we kiss, I open my eyes to check out her ass in the air.
Yeah, it’s nice.
Clementine bites my lip as she pulls away, her eyes dark like she’s up to something.I have the urge to pull her hips down and sink myself into her in one long, hard stroke, but I don’t.I didn’t evenbringcondoms on this hike.
“This is more like what I’m used to,” I say, my voice coming out in a growl.“Getting naked somewhere we could get caught.”
She laughs and leans over again, and this time she bites my earlobe, then trails her lips down my neck to my collarbone.Past my collarbone.
“You’re still cold,” she murmurs, her lips moving against my skin.
I realize what’s happening as she takes my cock in one hand, and I swear I think my skin might split, I get so hard.
“Your cock’s warm, though,” she says, her lips on my stomach, her hand stroking me.
She looks up at me, her hazel eyes teasing as her head moves down until I feel her teeth on my hip, and I gasp.Clementine laughs, but I don’t even breathe, my whole body rigid with anticipation.
