Waking Nina

Gazing at him as he slept, she watched as his bare chest raised slowly up and down, drawing air into his lungs so smoothly, so peacefully, as if the mounting storm around them was nothing more than a faint flutter of the wind.

Or that the hot young Latino woman lying half-naked and feeling venerable along side him was nothing more than a close friend.

“How wrong you would be if that’s what you thought,” she whispered to herself, as she slowly pulled away his sleeping bag from his body, only to mount him as she sat her hard ass softly down on his waist. Nina could feel a slight wetness growing between her thighs. The heat inside her building as her mind filled with ideas of riding him like a bitch in heat until sunrise, “hmmm sunrise,” she hissed.