Purity test fic Part 3
“The Power to Contemplate Defilement”
by Zombiechick and Abbysiuta
Pairing; Artie/Claudia
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Vague references to multiple Season 3 episodes
Disclaimer: We own nothing, we just like to make them do what we want
Reminder, comments encourage us to be prolific writers… :)
xposted to artie_claudia
“So it was just the plow blade that caused the ghost sightings?” Claudia asked while pounding in the last tent stake.
“I’ve told you before, Claudia…” Artie began while setting the cooler down next to their camp chairs.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, geezer, there’s no such thing as ghosts. But, they sure looked like ghosts to me,” Claudia answered him while she unrolled their sleeping bags.
“The plantation owner’s wife left some strong emotional prints on the plow blade,” Artie explained.
“Well, killing your husband, and burying him in the vegetable garden, should be a pretty emotional life event,” Claudia reasoned.
“Now that it’s been removed from the museum, the sightings should cease,” Artie stated.
“Good thing I brought an extra large evidence bag,” Claudia said while wrapping her arms around Artie and placing a kiss on his neck.
“I could’ve handled myself,” Artie answered her as he turned his head and nuzzled at the ticklish spot behind Claudia’s ear.
“Oh, sure,” Claudia giggled, “you looked like you had things totally in control. She’d only managed to tie you to the trail billboard and was getting ready to either have her way with you or kill you.”
“It’s tough to reason with ghosts,” Artie explained.
“You have been practicing your skills on a redhead though,” Claudia smiled.
“Since when do you listen to reason?” Artie chuckled as he pulled Claudia to him
“Somebody’s not interested in zipping our sleeping bags together tonight,” Claudia said warningly.
“There’s a new euphemism for me,” Artie commented.
“You should learn a new thing every day; keeps you young,” Claudia grinned as she started to unbutton Artie’s shirt.
The older man looked around, suddenly nervous, “Uh, shouldn’t we wait until the sun has gone down? And we’re in our, uh, tent? And the door is zipped closed?”
Claudia snorted, “Well, I knew you were adventurous, Artie, but slow down there.”
Artie gave her an annoyed squinty glare, “I have no interest in paying a fine for public indecency, Claudia,” he informed her.
“I’d pay half; this is a modern, progressive sort of relationship.” When Artie continued to glare, Claudia sighed and admitted, “Don’t worry, I set up perimeter alarms; they’ll give us a good five minutes warning.”
Artie cocked one eyebrow, “That seems like cheating.”
Laughing, Claudia finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off of him, “This isn’t the sort of test you get graded on, Professor.” She pulled his shirts from his shoulders and tossed it over the cooler, “I think you can handle getting a little sun, old man.”
Artie looked down at his torso, now clad in only a black tank top, “I burn easily,” he pointed out. Waggling his eyebrows suggestively, he asked, “Did we bring sunscreen?”
Claudia pulled her t-shirt over her head, and moved to kick off her shoes while unzipping her jeans, “I’ll do you if you do me,” she stated.
Artie grinned hugely, “A very acceptable plan.”
Claudia snorted, and shimmied out of her blue jeans, and placed her hands on her hips, “It’s new,” she said in answer to the delighted gawking stare she was receiving from Artie.
Biting at his lower lip, Artie surveyed the small black bikini that Claudia wore, “I like it.” He grinned at Claudia, and motioned for her to walk to him. Laughing, she stepped into his embrace, and then slapped at his hands that immediately went to the ties at the back of her bikini top.
Claudia sat Indian style on a folded sleeping bag in front of Artie who was seated in a camp chair. She’d managed to convince him to remove his shoes and socks; he wiggled his toes in the soft grass as he slowly spread sunblock over Claudia’s shoulders and neck. Leaning forward, he slid his nose up the back of her neck and buried it in her ponytail, “Now you smell like coconut,” he observed.
Claudia leaned back, laying her head in Artie’s lap, “Is that an improvement?”
Artie leaned forward and kissed Claudia softly, “That’s an impossibility,” he murmured.
“Aw, make a girl blush, why dontcha?” she grinned.
Artie took the opportunity to slide his sunblock-coated hands into the top of Claudia’s bikini to gently palm her breasts. Claudia gasped, “I didn’t realize those were in danger of sunburn,” she observed while leaning back to place her head in Artie’s lap.
He leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Claudia’s slightly parted lips, “Can never be too careful,” he said seriously despite his mischievous grin. Artie sighed against Claudia’s mouth, his fingers gently massaging the soft skin of her breasts. He groaned when Claudia arched into his touch, filling his hands, her hard nipples brushing the center of his palms.
Claudia’s mouth became more insistent, nibbling and sucking at Artie’s lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Claudia slide one hand into her bikini bottom. When her waist suddenly jerked forward, arching against her fingers, he could see moving rhythmically beneath the thin bikini material, Artie’s breath caught in his throat. “Your hands feel so good, Artie,” she breathed against his lips.
Artie swore quietly, while sliding his hands forward to capture the stiff peaks of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He planted small kisses all over her face, not wanting to muffle the lovely whimpers and gasps that were issuing from her lips. “Tu es belle, Claudia,” he whispered against her cheek.
Claudia smiled, “That much French I actually know,” she panted.
Artie pulled Claudia’s earlobe between his teeth, his hands massaging her breasts roughly; the way he knew she enjoyed. “Come for me, Claudia,” he breathed in her ear while pulling her tightly to him, breathing hard from the intense sexual energy he could feel spilling from her heated skin.
Claudia’s only answer was to arch her back hard, her neck straining beautifully, inviting Artie to sink his teeth into the soft flesh, which he did happily. When she felt his teeth biting down hard enough to mark her fair skin, Claudia groaned loudly and trembled as she came. Laughing quietly, she turned around into Artie’s embrace, and pushed him back against the camp chair, “Not a bad warm-up,” she stated.
“That didn’t really fulfill the full test requirement,” Artie said pointedly as he glanced down at the front of his trousers.
“Don’t worry,” Claudia assured him as she ripped open his belt, “you know that I’m a full participant in your outdoor naughtiness.” Artie glanced around nervously as Claudia pulled his tank top up and over his head, dropping it to the ground behind her, “We’re in the shade so we’ll save your sunscreen application for the skinny dipping we’ll be doing later.”
Artie’s eyes widened, “Uh, skinny dipping? I don’t really like to swim in natural bodies of…” he began, the rest of his comment being cut off as he watched Claudia reach behind her back to untie her bikini top.
“Though we could start with some transference,” she amended, while arching into Artie’s embrace, and dragging her bare breasts along his chest.
Artie stuttered happily as he felt Claudia’s hard nipples tracing the bare skin of his chest. His hands slid down Claudia’s back and slipped into her bikini bottoms, cupping her ass and pulling her hard against him. Her lower belly brushed against his boxer shorts, stroking against his hardened length, pulling the cotton material roughly across his skin.
Claudia reached down between them, while her mouth found Artie’s once again, kissing him hard, and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Artie’s hands grasped Claudia’s ass, and squeezed, as he thrust against her, trapping his erection between them and moaning happily at the friction that Claudia’s movements were creating. She slid her hands into the waistband of Artie’s boxers, and encircled his shaft, squeezing softly as she stroked upward, making Artie moan and tremble in his chair.
Claudia broke the kiss to drag her lips and tongue down Artie’s chest, stopping to tease his nipples with her teeth, before continuing further. Her hand holding the base of his cock, she slid her warm lips over the head, her tongue stroking the underside. Her fingers moved up to meet her lips as they sucked down his shaft so that she slowly spread moisture all along his heated length.
Artie held Claudia tightly, his head falling back against the chair while he murmured soft words of encouragement. When he felt himself nearing completion, he grabbed at Claudia’s ponytail to direct her motions. He swore he could feel her smile against his shaft as she allowed it to slowly slide from her mouth. “A good appetizer,” she smiled.
Standing up, Claudia pushed her bikini bottoms down her long legs and stepped out of them. Artie drank in the beautiful sight of a completely naked Claudia standing in a lush green backdrop. She crooked a finger at him, and pointed to the sleeping bags that she had laid out on the ground earlier. Artie took the hint, and removed his trousers and boxers, glancing around nervously at how incredibly exposed he felt. “Not used to being so out in the open,” he explained.
Claudia smiled, “Don’t worry, Artie, I’ll protect you.”
Artie scoffed, and then lay down on the pile of sleeping bags, pulling Claudia with him so that she straddled his hips. “I have no doubt,” he said solemnly.
Claudia sat up on her knees, and reached between her thighs, to take Artie’s slick shaft in her hand. She slowly lowered herself, taking him into her moist warmth, their gazes locked. Claudia’s mouth fell open, and she gasped as Artie filled her completely. His hands moved to settle on her hips, stroking the curve of her waist as Artie took shallow breaths to delay his release.
When his breathing calmed slightly, Claudia sat back and, placing her splayed hands on Artie’s chest, began to ride him. The relative stillness of their surroundings only made their gasps and panting seem louder to Artie’s ears. For a few moments, the risk of being discovered distracted him. But, when Claudia leaned forward to kiss him passionately, her thighs holding him tightly, he gave into the feelings completely, moaning happily into the kiss. Artie’s hands moved quickly over Claudia’s warm skin, reaching to touch every inch of her.
Claudia broke the kiss, and fell forward groaning, “Fuck,” into Artie’s neck as she rode out her orgasm.
Artie arched his neck against Claudia’s mouth, and held her in a tight embrace as the pulsing of her sex grasped at his shaft, pulling him over the edge. He bellowed loudly into the quiet of the forest clearing, straining against Claudia’s soft flesh.
After a few moments, the quiet sounds of the forest returned; the birds having recovered from the startling sounds of Artie’s release began to sing again. “We might want to get dressed now,” Claudia laughed quietly.
“Now you’re feeling modest?” Artie asked incredulously. “I’m sort of getting used to this,” he continued while stretching out on the ground and making himself comfortable.
“I’m glad you’re getting over the stodginess, Artie,” Claudia told him as she sat up and looked for her bikini bottoms, “but I didn’t include a sound dampener in my perimeter alarms.”
Artie’s eyes widened, and he blushed just the tiniest bit, or maybe it was the beginnings of a sunburn, “Uh, right, of course.”
They were both fully dressed, and looking as innocent as was possible, by the time the park ranger’s truck drove slowly past their campsite.
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“I told you that I don’t like to swim in natural bodies of water, Claudia,” Artie grumbled as he allowed the determined redhead to lead him down a narrow path deeper into the national park that they were camping at for the night.
“What, you like unnatural liquids better?” she shot back. “Should I prep a pool of Mountain Dew for you?”
“Funny,” Artie replied sarcastically. “I just don’t like the idea of creatures nibbling on my legs, and all the scum and filth that accompanies such creatures.”
“Oh don’t be a wuss, this is a national park; one of our countries most valued natural resources. The water is clean.”
“Ish…” responded Artie hesitantly.
Claudia sighed as they rounded a corner and came to the edge of a sparkling river. She quickly toed off her Converse, and stepped into the water, wading up to her ankles. “I can still see my toenail polish, so I think that you’ll survive,” she said with a challenging smirk.
“Fine, fine, you win; we’ll swim,” Artie said throwing up his hands in defeat.
Claudia smiled as she waded back to shore, and proceeded to peel off her shirt, revealing her bare breasts. She turned to Artie with a cheeky smile, “Strip down, Old Man.”
“You aren’t serious about the skinny dipping, are you? We already almost got caught by the rangers once today,” Artie asked, eyebrows raised, trying to keep his eyes on Claudia’s face.
“Yes, I’m serious.” She walked over and pulled Artie’s shirt over his head. “Don’t look so surprised, you know that we both need this check on our list, and this part of the river is very remote; that’s why the path on the way here was narrow and unmarked.”
“Yes, but there are other, less open places…” Artie trialed off as Claudia wiggled out of her shorts, and tiny green thong panties, and stood before him, nude. As his eyes traveled the length of her slender frame, he could see faint tan lines beginning to show themselves on her pale skin.
“No time like the present,” she teased, and walked slowly into the water, giving Artie a delightful view of her pert ass.
When she got about waist deep, Claudia dove under the water and disappeared from view. Artie waited a long minute for her to surface, looking to both sides for her bright red hair, but he didn’t see any sign of her surfacing. “Claudia, are you ok?” he called semi nervously.
He could hear her laughter from a ways down the river. “Come and get me, Artie!” she challenged coyly.
Artie, again, looked both ways, raking his hand through his curls, and closing his eyes briefly, “How do I always let her convince me to do these things?” he muttered to himself as he hesitantly took off the rest of his clothes, stacked them neatly in a pile on a tree stump, and placed his glasses on top carefully.
He waded into the water, slowly, grimacing slightly as the cold water lapped at his exposed skin. “Claudia?” he called, squinting into the sun and with his fuzzy vision.
Suddenly, Artie felt something brush against his calf, and he jumped, letting out a garbled noise of surprise and fear. He almost lost his balance as he felt a nip at his calf, and he stumbled away, arms flailing trying to keep himself upright.
Claudia emerged from the water, just an arm’s length away, and laughed at Artie’s panicked expression. “What did you think that was, some river monster waiting to devour you?”
“Not funny, Claudia,” Artie scolded, “you knew that would make me, ahem,” he cleared his throat nervously, “uncomfortable.”
Claudia gave him a sly smile, and swam over to Artie, wrapping her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. “So, let’s make you a little more comfortable then,” she conceded as she bent her head and gently bit his earlobe.
Artie groaned as he felt himself responding to her wet, slippery form sliding against his body. “Claudia,” he moaned quietly, as he let his hands slide down her back to rest on her hips and pulled her tightly against him.
“Yes?” Claudia teased as she shifted her hips so that his hardened length rested between her legs, almost entering her. “Do you want something?”
“Not want; need,” Artie growled as he pushed his hips forward, and entered Claudia in one fluid motion. He loved how she gasped, and threw her head back as he did so, so he took the opportunity to trail his lips down her creamy neck, something that he knew made her shiver.
Claudia moaned quietly, and pressed her hands against Artie’s chest, using his chest hair for traction, and began moving her hips agonizingly slowly, sliding him in and out of her heated core.
The combination of Claudia’s hot wetness, and the cool water, got Artie close to the edge quickly. He wanted her there with him, so he reached one hand down to rub her swollen clit, in rhythm with their thrusts, while he continued gently biting and sucking on her neck. Artie was rewarded by Claudia tightening around him, and her breath coming in the short gasps that he knew signaled her oncoming orgasm.
He managed to keep himself under control just a bit longer, and he thrust harder as Claudia fell against him, cursing profusely into his neck, and coming hard. With a few final deep thrusts, he exploded into her, knees shaking a little, as he fought to keep them both above water.
They spent a few moments just wrapped around each other, catching their breath and letting the lapping water cool their heated skin. Claudia leaned in and kissed Artie deeply, and lovingly.
“So, a nice swim after all?” she questioned with a smile.
Artie pulled back slightly, kissing her forehead, and giving her a gentle smile. “One of the nicest swims that I’ve ever had, though I wouldn’t mind a shower to get the river grime off me,” he confessed.
Claudia sighed as she unwrapped from Artie’s body and stood up, droplets of water streaming down her petite breasts. “Such a germaphobe,” she teased.
She began to walk back to the riverbank, and turned, looking back over her bare shoulder at Artie. “Can I join you in the shower to make sure that you get scrubbed clean?”
Artie chuckled quietly, “Like I could stop you.”
“Like you want to,” Claudia shot back with a smile.
Artie joined her on the riverbank, slowly getting dressed as he watched Claudia’s clothes cling to her still damp body. He put his glasses on, and pulled out a stack of papers from one of his many pockets. “So, on the way back to camp, should we decide what to check off next?”
Claudia laughed, and wove her hand though his. “I knew that you couldn’t resist a checklist; best idea that I’ve had in a long time. I vote for some of those food ones next, swimming works up quite an appetite.”
“I’ll see what I can do once I get back to camp and my bag,” Artie replied mysteriously.
“That’s why I love you; always prepared,” Claudia sighed happily as they began the walk back to their tent.
by Zombiechick and Abbysiuta
Pairing; Artie/Claudia
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Vague references to multiple Season 3 episodes
Disclaimer: We own nothing, we just like to make them do what we want
Reminder, comments encourage us to be prolific writers… :)
xposted to artie_claudia
“So it was just the plow blade that caused the ghost sightings?” Claudia asked while pounding in the last tent stake.
“I’ve told you before, Claudia…” Artie began while setting the cooler down next to their camp chairs.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, geezer, there’s no such thing as ghosts. But, they sure looked like ghosts to me,” Claudia answered him while she unrolled their sleeping bags.
“The plantation owner’s wife left some strong emotional prints on the plow blade,” Artie explained.
“Well, killing your husband, and burying him in the vegetable garden, should be a pretty emotional life event,” Claudia reasoned.
“Now that it’s been removed from the museum, the sightings should cease,” Artie stated.
“Good thing I brought an extra large evidence bag,” Claudia said while wrapping her arms around Artie and placing a kiss on his neck.
“I could’ve handled myself,” Artie answered her as he turned his head and nuzzled at the ticklish spot behind Claudia’s ear.
“Oh, sure,” Claudia giggled, “you looked like you had things totally in control. She’d only managed to tie you to the trail billboard and was getting ready to either have her way with you or kill you.”
“It’s tough to reason with ghosts,” Artie explained.
“You have been practicing your skills on a redhead though,” Claudia smiled.
“Since when do you listen to reason?” Artie chuckled as he pulled Claudia to him
“Somebody’s not interested in zipping our sleeping bags together tonight,” Claudia said warningly.
“There’s a new euphemism for me,” Artie commented.
“You should learn a new thing every day; keeps you young,” Claudia grinned as she started to unbutton Artie’s shirt.
The older man looked around, suddenly nervous, “Uh, shouldn’t we wait until the sun has gone down? And we’re in our, uh, tent? And the door is zipped closed?”
Claudia snorted, “Well, I knew you were adventurous, Artie, but slow down there.”
Artie gave her an annoyed squinty glare, “I have no interest in paying a fine for public indecency, Claudia,” he informed her.
“I’d pay half; this is a modern, progressive sort of relationship.” When Artie continued to glare, Claudia sighed and admitted, “Don’t worry, I set up perimeter alarms; they’ll give us a good five minutes warning.”
Artie cocked one eyebrow, “That seems like cheating.”
Laughing, Claudia finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off of him, “This isn’t the sort of test you get graded on, Professor.” She pulled his shirts from his shoulders and tossed it over the cooler, “I think you can handle getting a little sun, old man.”
Artie looked down at his torso, now clad in only a black tank top, “I burn easily,” he pointed out. Waggling his eyebrows suggestively, he asked, “Did we bring sunscreen?”
Claudia pulled her t-shirt over her head, and moved to kick off her shoes while unzipping her jeans, “I’ll do you if you do me,” she stated.
Artie grinned hugely, “A very acceptable plan.”
Claudia snorted, and shimmied out of her blue jeans, and placed her hands on her hips, “It’s new,” she said in answer to the delighted gawking stare she was receiving from Artie.
Biting at his lower lip, Artie surveyed the small black bikini that Claudia wore, “I like it.” He grinned at Claudia, and motioned for her to walk to him. Laughing, she stepped into his embrace, and then slapped at his hands that immediately went to the ties at the back of her bikini top.
Claudia sat Indian style on a folded sleeping bag in front of Artie who was seated in a camp chair. She’d managed to convince him to remove his shoes and socks; he wiggled his toes in the soft grass as he slowly spread sunblock over Claudia’s shoulders and neck. Leaning forward, he slid his nose up the back of her neck and buried it in her ponytail, “Now you smell like coconut,” he observed.
Claudia leaned back, laying her head in Artie’s lap, “Is that an improvement?”
Artie leaned forward and kissed Claudia softly, “That’s an impossibility,” he murmured.
“Aw, make a girl blush, why dontcha?” she grinned.
Artie took the opportunity to slide his sunblock-coated hands into the top of Claudia’s bikini to gently palm her breasts. Claudia gasped, “I didn’t realize those were in danger of sunburn,” she observed while leaning back to place her head in Artie’s lap.
He leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Claudia’s slightly parted lips, “Can never be too careful,” he said seriously despite his mischievous grin. Artie sighed against Claudia’s mouth, his fingers gently massaging the soft skin of her breasts. He groaned when Claudia arched into his touch, filling his hands, her hard nipples brushing the center of his palms.
Claudia’s mouth became more insistent, nibbling and sucking at Artie’s lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Claudia slide one hand into her bikini bottom. When her waist suddenly jerked forward, arching against her fingers, he could see moving rhythmically beneath the thin bikini material, Artie’s breath caught in his throat. “Your hands feel so good, Artie,” she breathed against his lips.
Artie swore quietly, while sliding his hands forward to capture the stiff peaks of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He planted small kisses all over her face, not wanting to muffle the lovely whimpers and gasps that were issuing from her lips. “Tu es belle, Claudia,” he whispered against her cheek.
Claudia smiled, “That much French I actually know,” she panted.
Artie pulled Claudia’s earlobe between his teeth, his hands massaging her breasts roughly; the way he knew she enjoyed. “Come for me, Claudia,” he breathed in her ear while pulling her tightly to him, breathing hard from the intense sexual energy he could feel spilling from her heated skin.
Claudia’s only answer was to arch her back hard, her neck straining beautifully, inviting Artie to sink his teeth into the soft flesh, which he did happily. When she felt his teeth biting down hard enough to mark her fair skin, Claudia groaned loudly and trembled as she came. Laughing quietly, she turned around into Artie’s embrace, and pushed him back against the camp chair, “Not a bad warm-up,” she stated.
“That didn’t really fulfill the full test requirement,” Artie said pointedly as he glanced down at the front of his trousers.
“Don’t worry,” Claudia assured him as she ripped open his belt, “you know that I’m a full participant in your outdoor naughtiness.” Artie glanced around nervously as Claudia pulled his tank top up and over his head, dropping it to the ground behind her, “We’re in the shade so we’ll save your sunscreen application for the skinny dipping we’ll be doing later.”
Artie’s eyes widened, “Uh, skinny dipping? I don’t really like to swim in natural bodies of…” he began, the rest of his comment being cut off as he watched Claudia reach behind her back to untie her bikini top.
“Though we could start with some transference,” she amended, while arching into Artie’s embrace, and dragging her bare breasts along his chest.
Artie stuttered happily as he felt Claudia’s hard nipples tracing the bare skin of his chest. His hands slid down Claudia’s back and slipped into her bikini bottoms, cupping her ass and pulling her hard against him. Her lower belly brushed against his boxer shorts, stroking against his hardened length, pulling the cotton material roughly across his skin.
Claudia reached down between them, while her mouth found Artie’s once again, kissing him hard, and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Artie’s hands grasped Claudia’s ass, and squeezed, as he thrust against her, trapping his erection between them and moaning happily at the friction that Claudia’s movements were creating. She slid her hands into the waistband of Artie’s boxers, and encircled his shaft, squeezing softly as she stroked upward, making Artie moan and tremble in his chair.
Claudia broke the kiss to drag her lips and tongue down Artie’s chest, stopping to tease his nipples with her teeth, before continuing further. Her hand holding the base of his cock, she slid her warm lips over the head, her tongue stroking the underside. Her fingers moved up to meet her lips as they sucked down his shaft so that she slowly spread moisture all along his heated length.
Artie held Claudia tightly, his head falling back against the chair while he murmured soft words of encouragement. When he felt himself nearing completion, he grabbed at Claudia’s ponytail to direct her motions. He swore he could feel her smile against his shaft as she allowed it to slowly slide from her mouth. “A good appetizer,” she smiled.
Standing up, Claudia pushed her bikini bottoms down her long legs and stepped out of them. Artie drank in the beautiful sight of a completely naked Claudia standing in a lush green backdrop. She crooked a finger at him, and pointed to the sleeping bags that she had laid out on the ground earlier. Artie took the hint, and removed his trousers and boxers, glancing around nervously at how incredibly exposed he felt. “Not used to being so out in the open,” he explained.
Claudia smiled, “Don’t worry, Artie, I’ll protect you.”
Artie scoffed, and then lay down on the pile of sleeping bags, pulling Claudia with him so that she straddled his hips. “I have no doubt,” he said solemnly.
Claudia sat up on her knees, and reached between her thighs, to take Artie’s slick shaft in her hand. She slowly lowered herself, taking him into her moist warmth, their gazes locked. Claudia’s mouth fell open, and she gasped as Artie filled her completely. His hands moved to settle on her hips, stroking the curve of her waist as Artie took shallow breaths to delay his release.
When his breathing calmed slightly, Claudia sat back and, placing her splayed hands on Artie’s chest, began to ride him. The relative stillness of their surroundings only made their gasps and panting seem louder to Artie’s ears. For a few moments, the risk of being discovered distracted him. But, when Claudia leaned forward to kiss him passionately, her thighs holding him tightly, he gave into the feelings completely, moaning happily into the kiss. Artie’s hands moved quickly over Claudia’s warm skin, reaching to touch every inch of her.
Claudia broke the kiss, and fell forward groaning, “Fuck,” into Artie’s neck as she rode out her orgasm.
Artie arched his neck against Claudia’s mouth, and held her in a tight embrace as the pulsing of her sex grasped at his shaft, pulling him over the edge. He bellowed loudly into the quiet of the forest clearing, straining against Claudia’s soft flesh.
After a few moments, the quiet sounds of the forest returned; the birds having recovered from the startling sounds of Artie’s release began to sing again. “We might want to get dressed now,” Claudia laughed quietly.
“Now you’re feeling modest?” Artie asked incredulously. “I’m sort of getting used to this,” he continued while stretching out on the ground and making himself comfortable.
“I’m glad you’re getting over the stodginess, Artie,” Claudia told him as she sat up and looked for her bikini bottoms, “but I didn’t include a sound dampener in my perimeter alarms.”
Artie’s eyes widened, and he blushed just the tiniest bit, or maybe it was the beginnings of a sunburn, “Uh, right, of course.”
They were both fully dressed, and looking as innocent as was possible, by the time the park ranger’s truck drove slowly past their campsite.
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“I told you that I don’t like to swim in natural bodies of water, Claudia,” Artie grumbled as he allowed the determined redhead to lead him down a narrow path deeper into the national park that they were camping at for the night.
“What, you like unnatural liquids better?” she shot back. “Should I prep a pool of Mountain Dew for you?”
“Funny,” Artie replied sarcastically. “I just don’t like the idea of creatures nibbling on my legs, and all the scum and filth that accompanies such creatures.”
“Oh don’t be a wuss, this is a national park; one of our countries most valued natural resources. The water is clean.”
“Ish…” responded Artie hesitantly.
Claudia sighed as they rounded a corner and came to the edge of a sparkling river. She quickly toed off her Converse, and stepped into the water, wading up to her ankles. “I can still see my toenail polish, so I think that you’ll survive,” she said with a challenging smirk.
“Fine, fine, you win; we’ll swim,” Artie said throwing up his hands in defeat.
Claudia smiled as she waded back to shore, and proceeded to peel off her shirt, revealing her bare breasts. She turned to Artie with a cheeky smile, “Strip down, Old Man.”
“You aren’t serious about the skinny dipping, are you? We already almost got caught by the rangers once today,” Artie asked, eyebrows raised, trying to keep his eyes on Claudia’s face.
“Yes, I’m serious.” She walked over and pulled Artie’s shirt over his head. “Don’t look so surprised, you know that we both need this check on our list, and this part of the river is very remote; that’s why the path on the way here was narrow and unmarked.”
“Yes, but there are other, less open places…” Artie trialed off as Claudia wiggled out of her shorts, and tiny green thong panties, and stood before him, nude. As his eyes traveled the length of her slender frame, he could see faint tan lines beginning to show themselves on her pale skin.
“No time like the present,” she teased, and walked slowly into the water, giving Artie a delightful view of her pert ass.
When she got about waist deep, Claudia dove under the water and disappeared from view. Artie waited a long minute for her to surface, looking to both sides for her bright red hair, but he didn’t see any sign of her surfacing. “Claudia, are you ok?” he called semi nervously.
He could hear her laughter from a ways down the river. “Come and get me, Artie!” she challenged coyly.
Artie, again, looked both ways, raking his hand through his curls, and closing his eyes briefly, “How do I always let her convince me to do these things?” he muttered to himself as he hesitantly took off the rest of his clothes, stacked them neatly in a pile on a tree stump, and placed his glasses on top carefully.
He waded into the water, slowly, grimacing slightly as the cold water lapped at his exposed skin. “Claudia?” he called, squinting into the sun and with his fuzzy vision.
Suddenly, Artie felt something brush against his calf, and he jumped, letting out a garbled noise of surprise and fear. He almost lost his balance as he felt a nip at his calf, and he stumbled away, arms flailing trying to keep himself upright.
Claudia emerged from the water, just an arm’s length away, and laughed at Artie’s panicked expression. “What did you think that was, some river monster waiting to devour you?”
“Not funny, Claudia,” Artie scolded, “you knew that would make me, ahem,” he cleared his throat nervously, “uncomfortable.”
Claudia gave him a sly smile, and swam over to Artie, wrapping her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. “So, let’s make you a little more comfortable then,” she conceded as she bent her head and gently bit his earlobe.
Artie groaned as he felt himself responding to her wet, slippery form sliding against his body. “Claudia,” he moaned quietly, as he let his hands slide down her back to rest on her hips and pulled her tightly against him.
“Yes?” Claudia teased as she shifted her hips so that his hardened length rested between her legs, almost entering her. “Do you want something?”
“Not want; need,” Artie growled as he pushed his hips forward, and entered Claudia in one fluid motion. He loved how she gasped, and threw her head back as he did so, so he took the opportunity to trail his lips down her creamy neck, something that he knew made her shiver.
Claudia moaned quietly, and pressed her hands against Artie’s chest, using his chest hair for traction, and began moving her hips agonizingly slowly, sliding him in and out of her heated core.
The combination of Claudia’s hot wetness, and the cool water, got Artie close to the edge quickly. He wanted her there with him, so he reached one hand down to rub her swollen clit, in rhythm with their thrusts, while he continued gently biting and sucking on her neck. Artie was rewarded by Claudia tightening around him, and her breath coming in the short gasps that he knew signaled her oncoming orgasm.
He managed to keep himself under control just a bit longer, and he thrust harder as Claudia fell against him, cursing profusely into his neck, and coming hard. With a few final deep thrusts, he exploded into her, knees shaking a little, as he fought to keep them both above water.
They spent a few moments just wrapped around each other, catching their breath and letting the lapping water cool their heated skin. Claudia leaned in and kissed Artie deeply, and lovingly.
“So, a nice swim after all?” she questioned with a smile.
Artie pulled back slightly, kissing her forehead, and giving her a gentle smile. “One of the nicest swims that I’ve ever had, though I wouldn’t mind a shower to get the river grime off me,” he confessed.
Claudia sighed as she unwrapped from Artie’s body and stood up, droplets of water streaming down her petite breasts. “Such a germaphobe,” she teased.
She began to walk back to the riverbank, and turned, looking back over her bare shoulder at Artie. “Can I join you in the shower to make sure that you get scrubbed clean?”
Artie chuckled quietly, “Like I could stop you.”
“Like you want to,” Claudia shot back with a smile.
Artie joined her on the riverbank, slowly getting dressed as he watched Claudia’s clothes cling to her still damp body. He put his glasses on, and pulled out a stack of papers from one of his many pockets. “So, on the way back to camp, should we decide what to check off next?”
Claudia laughed, and wove her hand though his. “I knew that you couldn’t resist a checklist; best idea that I’ve had in a long time. I vote for some of those food ones next, swimming works up quite an appetite.”
“I’ll see what I can do once I get back to camp and my bag,” Artie replied mysteriously.
“That’s why I love you; always prepared,” Claudia sighed happily as they began the walk back to their tent.