After their meal, they joined their sleeping bags into one big, cozy goose-down nest. Emma looked around anxiously, and Duke said, “Jenetta told me that there were no other tree campers in our immediate vicinity. We should have total privacy up here. Of course that doesn’t mean there’s not someone with binoculars on one of the hills across the lake watching us right now.”
Emma chuckled at his sly reference to her public-exhibition kink and slipped her sweatpants off and stuck them in the duffel tethered to one of the nylon rope loops on the structure. Gage considerately slipped her eyeglasses off and put them in their case in the duffel for safekeeping. If it fell over the edge, it wouldn’t go far, and they could suspend anything by the loops if it got in the way. The cool air brushed her bare skin, and her center throbbed with anticipation.
“Naughty angel,” Gage murmured as he cupped her ass with his callused hands. “You’re not wearing any undies.”
“Nope. I figured they would just get in the way.”
“True,” Duke agreed as he dotted her throat with soft, damp kisses that sent delicious heat through her body.
On the way up the tree, she’d wondered if they’d want to make love tonight, and now she had her answer as she placed a hand over both their groins and found their hardening erections. “Can we?”
With a crooked little grin on his handsome lips, Duke replied, “We’re as safe as we would be in one of our beds at home and we brought everything we need. Have you ever been made love to in a tree before, sweetheart?”
Duke’s occasional use of that old-fashioned endearment never failed to thrill her, and she shook her head playfully as she thought of how it would feel to make love up there.
Gage pressed kisses to the other side of her throat. “Hold still, angel.”
She did as he asked, and he unhooked her safety harness and slipped it from her so they could peel the rest of her clothing off. They reattached and adjusted it so it fit her properly. She shivered as she simultaneously felt a cool breeze blow over her and a hot wave of warmth and moisture to her pussy.
Duke bent his head and sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth as Gage latched on to the other one. She shivered with lust and need as Gage’s fingers sought out her pussy and teased her lips before he slid two fingers into her. The portaledge rocked and wobbled gently, and her whole body trembled as she gave over to the sensations they created inside her.
Duke released her nipple and said, “Into the sleeping bag with you, Em. We don’t want you to get chilled.”
They helped her into the bag and arranged her lines so she’d be comfortable then stripped down to bare skin, showing her firsthand how turned on they were by the idea of fucking her up in a tree. Both their cocks stood rigid and erect.
“I see I’m not the only one who went commando tonight,” she said with a giggle.
Gage’s eyes glittered with desire as he slid in beside her and said, “One less thing to worry about, angel.”
Duke climbed in as well and they turned her so that Gage was pressed to her back and Duke was pressed to her front.
Gage stroked her hair away from her throat and laid kisses there as Duke kissed her and then murmured, “Would you like to finally mark number one off our bucket list, Em?”
A wave of sizzling heat passed through her body as she replied, “You have no idea how much. It would be perfect.” The Blue Ridge Mountains at sunset would be an idyllic setting for her first ménage.
Duke kissed the corner of her mouth and said, “Just close your eyes and relax, Em. Let us take care of you.”
“Oh…that can be arranged,” she whispered as they continued to ply her with heady, sweet kisses.
“We have plenty of room to maneuver on the portaledge, and we’re all harnessed safely, but for tonight just let us do the work, Emma.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Their cozy, goose-down nest warmed up just fine as they heated her up as well. Duke kissed her and rubbed her neck and shoulders soothingly, and Gage played with her nipples and teased her wet pussy with his fingers until she was arching and wiggling between the two of them, trying to get relief from the fire building inside her.
Every sensation was magnified as she lay with them, listening to the sounds of the forest settling into dusk. The canopy was still gathered up at the rope pinnacle of their portaledge above them. They were concealed only by the sleeping bag and held cupped inside the hammock-like confines of the red canvas-covered metal structure.
She detected the scent of wood smoke on the air from a nearby campsite, and a lusty thrill went through her that while nobody could see them way up in the tree, they were still surrounded by campers on the ground. She chortled softly, wondering if people might hear her when she came.