Carrie brought her hot coffee closer to her face. The steam warmed her chilled nose. She felt the stillness around her and closed her eyes in contentment. The fire was roaring in the dim light of the morning. She didn't often camp alone but, the woods called to her deeply on this particular week. She longed for the smells of evergreens, the calling of crows and the absolute stillness that she would encounter. Time melted slowly as she enjoyed the freshly brewed beans, listening to the wind in the trees. This time of year was scarce for people and animal life. Winter had left her in an especially vulnerable spot this year. Carrie enjoyed being alone. Despite this desire, she had a husband at home. He didn't understand the need for solitude but, encouraged her to leave when she needed to, letting her be independent in this way. Carrie struggled to maintain a reason to keep her husband in her life. Being outside in the brisk space that surrounded her made her see very clearly that she was unhappy. This weekend would help her reset and process what she was truly feeling.
At some point, mid afternoon, in the midst of a perfectly lovely novel, Carrie sensed she might not be alone. She crept out of her tent and stretched her back, searching the area for what she had thought might be another being. She stoked the fire and sat down. Her thermal undergarments were plenty cozy by the fire but, the ice in the air did draw her attention to how little she had been wearing when a man came towards her out of the woods. He looked familiar to her, though she scarcely believed who she was recognizing. A long time friend, a close one to her husband, had just manifested into her camp. Kurt was startled by the recognition. Carrie smiled and invited him to sit by the fire. Kurt obliged. They spoke as if they were strangers, in awe of the peculiarity of the encounter. They got to know each other on a different plane, both none too eager to admit they could ask each other of their lives. It was sort of like an unspoken game they had recognized in each other in their retort.
Kurt had also felt an itching desire to be in this particular wood camping with no explanation to their fate in meeting. For a time, they enjoyed the fire and silence that bestowed upon them. The quiet sounds of a faint snowfall drowning out anything else that might have been awake for the year, led them to watch each other with curiosity. The silence was broken momentarily by Carrie asking Kurt if he could keep a secret. Startled, he replied, knowing full well he could. Without another word, Carrie rose and went to her comfortable cove inside her small tent. Kurt hesitated, considering what was unspoken. What sort of secret did he mean to keep just now? Could he go about his business, once he returned home, without this betrayal nipping at his conscience?
Carrie had returned to her book when Kurt had made up his mind. He zipped the tent behind him as she watched over her pages. He removed his shoes and jacket, kneeling down to put himself over her. He didn't drop his weight, just hovered, asking without words whether he was allowed to be closer. She put down her story, careful to hold her place with a bookmark. She said nothing but beckoned him with her eyes. Kurt lowered himself down between her opening legs, propping his body around her with protection. For a moment, they looked at each others pupils and lips, waiting for one another to say something. They couldn't both have decided that this strange happenstance would mean either a life of secret or regret. But, they did. The agreement was made when they both closed their eyes and met each other's lips gently. The quietness surrounding their tent was only occasionally broken by a gasp between their touching. Carrie felt something awaken inside of her as Kurt touched her skin gently. It was a very intimate feeling that she hadn't recalled in a long time. He felt her shaking, not scared, exactly. He pursued her slowly, waiting for her to show him it was okay to continue. They peeled layers from each other's bodies carefully, allowing the branching nakedness be a longing desire they yearned to devour. The growing anticipation ever prevalent in their touching until their bodies reached a climax together, leaving them both momentarily breathless. Kurt laid on Carrie for a few moments before he turned to his back, next to her. She curled up under his arm, head resting on his chest and one knee turned onto his thigh. The time passed like molasses as they dozed in and out of sleep, moving slightly when a body part felt stiff. The pair remained together for the remainder of the day, and on into the night. They felt tranquility laying next to each other, touching in some way for hours.
In the morning, Carrie awoke to an empty tent, feeling slightly frigid from the sudden lack of extra body heat. She heard him in the woods, relieving himself. She wondered what would happen when they both returned to their lives, entirely separate of each other. For a few minutes, she daydreamed of what it would be like if they had been married to one another instead. Hours later, Kurt and Carrie, dressed and set to part ways. Possibly, for a time, or for a lifetime. They looked into each other's eyes when Kurt slowly moved his hands to her cheeks. He looked at her lips, soft and full, begging for him to touch. He kissed her gently, but firmly and they both closed their eyes enjoying the moment. When their faces pulled back, he still held her flushed cheeks in his warm hands. Carrie had her hands on the back of his head, touching a spot Kurt felt particularly tender about. He smiled at her, this stranger that had been anything but. Their hands awkwardly moved from each other and he turned to leave. She moved her hand up to reach for him, only her legs hadn't moved and her mouth remained silent. She watched him float back into the woods, similarly as he had come to her camp. She turned and began packing up her belongings. Her mind suddenly swimming with peace. She realized how deeply her whole world had just changed, all for the better.
At some point, mid afternoon, in the midst of a perfectly lovely novel, Carrie sensed she might not be alone. She crept out of her tent and stretched her back, searching the area for what she had thought might be another being. She stoked the fire and sat down. Her thermal undergarments were plenty cozy by the fire but, the ice in the air did draw her attention to how little she had been wearing when a man came towards her out of the woods. He looked familiar to her, though she scarcely believed who she was recognizing. A long time friend, a close one to her husband, had just manifested into her camp. Kurt was startled by the recognition. Carrie smiled and invited him to sit by the fire. Kurt obliged. They spoke as if they were strangers, in awe of the peculiarity of the encounter. They got to know each other on a different plane, both none too eager to admit they could ask each other of their lives. It was sort of like an unspoken game they had recognized in each other in their retort.
Kurt had also felt an itching desire to be in this particular wood camping with no explanation to their fate in meeting. For a time, they enjoyed the fire and silence that bestowed upon them. The quiet sounds of a faint snowfall drowning out anything else that might have been awake for the year, led them to watch each other with curiosity. The silence was broken momentarily by Carrie asking Kurt if he could keep a secret. Startled, he replied, knowing full well he could. Without another word, Carrie rose and went to her comfortable cove inside her small tent. Kurt hesitated, considering what was unspoken. What sort of secret did he mean to keep just now? Could he go about his business, once he returned home, without this betrayal nipping at his conscience?
Carrie had returned to her book when Kurt had made up his mind. He zipped the tent behind him as she watched over her pages. He removed his shoes and jacket, kneeling down to put himself over her. He didn't drop his weight, just hovered, asking without words whether he was allowed to be closer. She put down her story, careful to hold her place with a bookmark. She said nothing but beckoned him with her eyes. Kurt lowered himself down between her opening legs, propping his body around her with protection. For a moment, they looked at each others pupils and lips, waiting for one another to say something. They couldn't both have decided that this strange happenstance would mean either a life of secret or regret. But, they did. The agreement was made when they both closed their eyes and met each other's lips gently. The quietness surrounding their tent was only occasionally broken by a gasp between their touching. Carrie felt something awaken inside of her as Kurt touched her skin gently. It was a very intimate feeling that she hadn't recalled in a long time. He felt her shaking, not scared, exactly. He pursued her slowly, waiting for her to show him it was okay to continue. They peeled layers from each other's bodies carefully, allowing the branching nakedness be a longing desire they yearned to devour. The growing anticipation ever prevalent in their touching until their bodies reached a climax together, leaving them both momentarily breathless. Kurt laid on Carrie for a few moments before he turned to his back, next to her. She curled up under his arm, head resting on his chest and one knee turned onto his thigh. The time passed like molasses as they dozed in and out of sleep, moving slightly when a body part felt stiff. The pair remained together for the remainder of the day, and on into the night. They felt tranquility laying next to each other, touching in some way for hours.
In the morning, Carrie awoke to an empty tent, feeling slightly frigid from the sudden lack of extra body heat. She heard him in the woods, relieving himself. She wondered what would happen when they both returned to their lives, entirely separate of each other. For a few minutes, she daydreamed of what it would be like if they had been married to one another instead. Hours later, Kurt and Carrie, dressed and set to part ways. Possibly, for a time, or for a lifetime. They looked into each other's eyes when Kurt slowly moved his hands to her cheeks. He looked at her lips, soft and full, begging for him to touch. He kissed her gently, but firmly and they both closed their eyes enjoying the moment. When their faces pulled back, he still held her flushed cheeks in his warm hands. Carrie had her hands on the back of his head, touching a spot Kurt felt particularly tender about. He smiled at her, this stranger that had been anything but. Their hands awkwardly moved from each other and he turned to leave. She moved her hand up to reach for him, only her legs hadn't moved and her mouth remained silent. She watched him float back into the woods, similarly as he had come to her camp. She turned and began packing up her belongings. Her mind suddenly swimming with peace. She realized how deeply her whole world had just changed, all for the better.
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