The idea of two strangers hooking up in the middle of fucking nowhere seems to be unrealistic and everything that you can only find in the movies, or some asshole typing away. Anyways.

So, we have these two people. A woman, 30s, average build, but curves that any man would want to grip their hands onto. Long hair, black, fussy hair that reaches towards her lower back. Cup size of her tits, well, spoilers, but let's call her Jane. (Jane Doe)

Now with the man, 40s, built like motherfucking brick house. Has facial hair, but it is trimmed nicely. Jeans, but losing. Enough for the ladies out there knowing what he's dealing with, without the need to whip it out. We'll call him John Doe. Why? because I'm fucking lazy.

It's raining, like pissing, pouring the old man (not John) cumming in his sleep, at a level of raining. Jane is marching in her wet boots. She's lost. Her phone was flat, and for hell, the moonlight was going to help. She's getting annoyed and more annoyed. All she wants to do is have a quick meal. Maybe beef jerky or something like that, and sleep until the morning rises. Seems that might not happen. She's losing all hope until-

"Hey, she hears, overtaking the heavy water drops. The voice is male and deep. When I say deep, I say DEEEEEEEPPPPPP.

She shines her flashlight in the direction of the voice and sees a figure. The figure walks forward, and here comes John. He's all wrapped up, but enough to knock the rain.

"Are you okay?"
"I'm just a bit lost. Trying to find my way back towards my tent."
"Good luck with that, Mrs. With this rain and the nightlight. You will be unable to find your way back until the sun has risen."

John sighs, knowing what he is about to suggest.

"Would you like to stay at my tent. Just for tonight. Promise I'm not one of those crazy serial killers that you find in horror movies."

Jane doesn't think about it. She just wants to get out of the sky water. Jane takes John's offer.

Now the tent itself is small, like you're surprised that now John's able to fit inside of it, but anyhow. Jane lies down at the far, far right side with a bed sheet over her.
John enters.

"You don't mind if I-"

He touches the ends of his shirt, hinting at what he's asking. She nods. meaning "I don't mind."

John takes off his shirt and showcases his hard rock abs. like a 10 pack. He lies at the far left. The two campers try to sleep, but one little issue, which is-

The sheet that was over Jane. Does jackshit. She's freezing. Teeth banging into each other. She is COLD. And John can hear it.

He turns around, and "I realizes that you're a bit cold. You don't mind if I give you some body heat. 'Go ahead," Jane replies to his question.

John pushes towards her and wraps his arms around her. Nothing more, nothing less. Anything seems fine. Both of them try to go to sleep once again-but.

Jane feels something. Something that touches her arse. rubbing against her behind. She wants to figure out what this feeling is. She moves her hand towards the THING and touches it. Realizing that his hard cock was the thing rubbing against her. And she's liking the feel of it. And she's only feeling the outline of it (because he still has his pants on).

She rubs his shoulder lightly. Enough for him to wake up, as he did. John doesn't know what's going on.

"Is everything alright?"
"Oh, everything is fine. Just still feel a bit cold and wonder if you can help me to warm up- in other ways."

She pulls down his pants and flops out his rock-hard, thick, 8-inch cock. Throbbing for a play and don't worry. It's going to be a play with.

He's enjoying it. He's feeling her warm mouth sucking him. John thinks she's the god of male oral sex. She stops looking down and looks across at John, which makes him unable to hold on any longer.

He pushes her off his dick and gets on his knees and kisses her. Long with passion. She jerks him off while his hands are holding her neck, while their lips meet.

John moves to kissing the side of her neck, which makes Jane really get ready for a fuck. He takes her top off. Not normally, but rips it. She showed her breasts to him. His hand was squeezing him before moving down to the nipple and having a taste. Moving his tongue around with the odd light bite.

His hands slide down her back, and he gets a hold of her legs. Getting ready to flip her onto her back. John goes even further down as he starts tasting her. Tasting her nice, wet, warm, pussy. Which is wetter than the rain outside?

And he isn't being gentle. He's going to pull on tongue fucking. (The title of this should be call tongue fucking the way this is going). She doesn't hold back. Her moans are loud, and it's known that she's enjoying. That this random hook-up was the right choice as he touches her tits as he's tasting her clit.

She can't take it any longer, "I need you inside of me". He pulls back and slides towards her back and slides his thick cock inside of her. The moment it was in. It feels good. He starts thrusting slowly. He doesn't want to cum too quickly. He's a man who takes his time.

Looking into each other's eyes. Groaning and moaning together. It feels like this is the best cock she ever had and the best pussy he ever had. He builds up the speed of his cock, smashing her. fucking her hard. The sound of his balls echoes.

"I-I'm going to cum' Jane announced. And she screams out her orgasm. She notices he is slowing down. "Don't stop. I want you to cum too, baby."

And he doesn't, it picks up the speed and fucks her. More and more. He's about to cum. Building up, building it up until- he cums inside her and it was a big load.

He rests on the top of her chest, and her hands touch his hair. Progressing on what just happened." Jane smiles and makes a little joke.

"I think we're warmed up now."