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Sara stooped in the dark with a knee on a rock and took up a measure of water.
Her hand ached as she dipped the canteen in a stream flush with icy April snowmelt. She looked up as a meteor burned through the skies west of Gemini to disappear south of Auriga.
They were camped on a ledge ringed with laurel and pine a half-mile above the narrow valley. The silhouettes of distant peaks were bumps in deep umber beneath a vivid midnight moon, three evenings short of full.
Leo was stirring the flames with a stick, singing a song about bandits.
“I just made a wish,” Sara said, unlacing heavy brown boots. Leo did not seem to notice as she pried them off using the opposite toes.
“Tonight we breed stars,” she said. He looked up to see his long-legged lover, skin radiant in firelight, drop her pants in a ball atop doffed shoes.
Leo tripped over a tree root and cursed as he clambered to his feet.
“More than once you’ve called me your swan,” she said, turning away from him as she bent to peel off her red panties. Standing, Sara cupped her plump, creamy bottom with both hands; she tugged each cheek, then bent double to pull up hiking socks so that each ended just below the knee.
“So lie flat, Leda,” Sara said, now facing Leo and the flames as she dipped an index finger into her sex. She brought the finger to her nose and breathed deeply.
“Lie flat and be taken.”
Leo staggered to one leg as he struggled to remove his dungarees. Sara pushed him backward and he yelped as his backside was scratched raw with a short red stripe where he fell on a spur of granite.
She knelt between his legs and squeezed his cock to full hardness and heft. In one deft motion she mounted him and pitched forward, pinning his shoulders to the rock with both hands.
Leo tried to buck his hips. In reply, she pinned his legs between hers, thighs taut in a gesture like anger. She leaned over him and lifted his head by its thick brown hair, puckered lips breaking into a smile as she abruptly reared back and let him fall. His skull thumped the damp earth at the edge of the rock.
“You had better not go soft,” Sara said, rotating her ass against his flanks. She shifted to concentrate the weight of her pubis against his; moonlight silhouetted the long lithe figure above him as she cupped her small breasts in both hands, threw back her head and laughed in a deep throaty roll that he felt in his legs as a shiver.
Leo began to spasm and yelp; Sara drove a palm into his right cheek, forcing his face to the mud. She yanked his head back toward hers, eased in as if to kiss him and smeared the dirt from one side of his face across his mouth and around the other. On her toes, she stood sudden and straight and kicked his hip with the back of a heel as she stepped away.
Still half-naked, Sara stretched out beside the fire and let the cold water run down her chin.
“I think we will call him Castor,” she said before passing the canteen to Leo.
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