((You want to hear something ridiculous? I was getting pouty tonight because I thought no one was replying back to me. Then it turns out all the comments I replied to on my phone failed. I've been the one holding people up. I am so sorry.))

His beard tickled as he made his way lower, especially when he got between her thighs. It made her laugh and squirm a little bit until his tongue made contact. Then she was squirming for another reason. Her hands went to his hair to hold on and she noted how odd it was to see gray hair down there. It still felt a little strange when she pulled his head up just enough so she could see his eyes but only strange in the surreal or unfamiliar. Not strange in the way that she wanted him to stop. The way her body was arching periodically, it was obvious she didn't want him to stop.

((I was wondering. I was about to put myself, but I understand that threaddropping happens.))

It was odd, everything was different than he was used too. It'd been a very long time since he'd seen another woman's privates that weren't his wife. It was more arousing than it should be. He felt a bit guilty, but ignored it. She was gone and Jessika was here. She was here and she was gorgeous. His eyes went up to look at her, as his tongue continued his work.

((Aww! I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional. I promise.))

Every time his tongue swirled around her clit, Jess gasped a little bit. Oh, she liked that. The suction too but it wasn't getting her close enough. She needed more. She needed penetration. She was certainly wet enough. Jessika could feel the moisture pooling under her ass. "Dale... Dale, fingers. Use your fingers."

((I have totally been there before. Don't worry about it))

"In good time," he said wondering if she'd really thought she'd forget. He was working her into a frenzy first which would make penetration three times as good. He waited another three full minutes before he pressed three fingers inside of her, He moved them slowly back and forth then up and down in a slow rhythm.

She didn't think he forgot. She was just begging for added stimulation. He had her writhing at his touch, trying to keep quiet because tent walls were really thin.

When he finally added his fingers, she gasped as her body tried to stretch to accommodate them. She wasn't expecting three. When she did it herself she mostly focused on her clit maybe adding one finger. Thankfully she was plenty lubricated so for the first minute it only teetered on that edge between pleasure and pain. After a few more slow thrusts, she came back on the side of pleasure loosening enough to fit him.*

It was all intentional and the outcome was perfect. It wasn't the sweetest way, but it was the most effective. He could feel her orgasming around his fingers and he smiled. He kept doing everything he could to make it all the better for her. Once she was settling he pulled his fingers out and shifted up her body, laying beside her.

"Satisfied?" he asked his arm going around her.

Jessika dropped her head to the side and faced him with a lazy smile, then rolled on her side so she could hold him back. "Not by a long shot." She chuckled scooting closer to him. Between an Italian sexdrive and the boundless energy of youth, Jessika could keep this going all night.

Much to Dale's possible dismay.

It wouldn't be to Dale's dismay. He'd keep her pleased as well as he could. He wasn't a young buck and one round might be all he was good for tonight, but his lips, fingers and creativity could go for hours. He enjoy it just as much as she would to.

"Good to hear," he said his hand moving up and caressing her breast again, "I could do this all night."

"Well, that is really good to hear, Dale. I just so happen to have my evening clear." She said softly before going in for another kiss. His beard was still damp from his earlier activity so she could taste herself on his lips. There was something so erotic about it that only added to the thrill of his wandering hands.

"Will you stay the night with me?" She whispered against his mouth. She thought she knew what his answer would be but it didn't hurt to ask.

He nodded, refusing to worry about the morning. He could sneak out, but more likely he'd walk out. People would imagine what they were doing together. They'd guess something innocent he assumed. Maybe not. Maybe that was just bitterness talking.

"Of course," he said kissing her forehead again then kissing her again.

The beard was starting to grow on her. Not literally, of course, but she was starting to like the felt against her face. It was softer than stubble though eventually it could still rub her raw. Sort of soft and bristly at the same time. She just kept petting it and scratching his chin while she kissed him slowly, lazily. She was still humming from the orgasm he gave her.

"Your turn." Jessika said against his mouth then got up on her hands and knees then slowly started crawling backwards as she pushed him onto his back.

He realized that she really must be starting to like the beard. She was always touching it or playing with it. It must be really new for her.

"Oh," he said a bit surprised, but he didn't fight it.

*Her smile grew as she got to work shedding him of his clothes, starting with his shirt. As she worked on the buttons, she wondered if it was going to make him uncomfortable. He was worried before about her judging his body. Silently, she did consider him as every new inch of flesh was exposed to her. She ran a hand over his chest. By the time she was starting on the pants she wondered what he'd been so worried about.*

His chest hair had long ago gone grey and he used to have a belly, but now it was a little sagging skin. Lack of food could do that to you. He was still a little embarrassed, but he lifted his behind as she went to take off his pants.

"Well, you haven't stopped yet. Must be a good sign."

"You have nothing to worry about." She reassured him before dropping a kiss on his lower stomach. Now that the pants were gone, the fun could start.

She placed another a little lower and a third on the vein along the underside of his shaft.

He gasped, his head tilting back and he let out a lusty groan. He forced his head back down and stares at the young woman.

"You are gorgeous," he told her, reaching down and stroking her hair before pushing it back from her face.

She couldn't help but smile at his compliment. Women always seemed to be better looking when their mouth was on their dicks but at least with Dale she knew he was being honest. He'd been telling her from the start how beautiful he thought she was. In that moment she wished that it was Dale she pined for. That she could think of him as more than a friend and forget the tall, dark, former cop she followed around this camp like a puppy. Her life would be so much easier, so much happier if she could. She wondered if he felt the same way about a certain blond they knew.

"Just wait. It gets better." She teased giving him a wink then enveloping him in the wet heat of her mouth. There was no way she was going to rush with him. She wanted him to feel every bit as adored and savored as he made her feel. So she moved slow. She bathed him in her tongue and pampered him with her lips, keeping her eyes on his face so she could watch his reaction.

His mouth went wide and he let out a little gasp. It'd been a while since he'd even had this and he'd forgotten how good it was. He helped that she was utterly amazing at this. He hated to imagine how much practice she had, but he didn't mind. She was so attentive to his needs.

"Oh jesus, Jess," he said panting softly. He arched up a bit, but tried not. He wouldn't hurt her.