Having re-connected with a high school romance via facebook we did the coffee thing and caught up over old times and had a laugh about "how long ago". We stayed in touch on the phone and continued to catch up for coffee.
When things got a little strained for her on the home front I suggested she come away camping with me and the kids and clear her head, and she agreed.
The first couple of days were fun, swimming, water fights, a few drinks after the kids were in bed, but the sexual tension was building......
The double entendres and innuendo grew riskier and risquer.
One night after the kids and neighbours were all in bed, the caravan park finally pretty quiet, we decided it was time for lights out and headed off for the last trip to the toilets before turning in. As we walked behind the van into absolute darkness, fueled by just enough scotch, i kissed her.
The response was intense! She grabbed me hard as her tongue shot into my mouth. I felt her hand groping at my hardening cock as I grabbed her hair and pulled her even harder against me. The passions and temperature quickly rose, both of us acutely aware of the need to be quiet in the still and dark corner of the caravan park.
As she stroked me now free member, I let my hands explore, exposing her breasts and bending to suck the hardening nipples to even finer points. Small gasps and whispers were all we allowed ourselves.
As my hand got under her skirt, my fingers easily slid into the hot wet pussy beneath and her teeth sunk into my shoulder to stifle the moan.
Grabbing a beach towel hanging from the guy ropes we quickly went from the vertical to the horizontal, taking turns to quickly taste each others excitement, passionate and urgent, all the time aware of the need for stealth.
Finally she pushed me onto my back and raising her skirt, quickly straddled me. My rock hard cock slid in easily and I nearly came then and there. Her mouth came down on mine in the darkness as her hips pumped my shaft, I could feel the throaty vibrations of those unsung moans of delight as we bucked and rocked in the darkness.
Finally we climaxed together, and for the next week my shoulder would bear the bruise of her stifled cries.
For the remainder of her stay and with the ice now well and truly broken we became quite adept at the (almost) silent love after lights out