Camping with Horses: A Tale of Forbidden Passion and Unbridled Pleasure Tami was the first to wake up the next day; she panted at the intense heat in the tent and rolled away from where she was cuddled against Greta. She was dressed in a tank top and panties because in the middle of the night the heat had gotten to her and she’d tied her dark hair up in a messy ponytail. Climbing off the cot she and Greta shared she made her way to the tent flap and opened it moaning softly as the cool morning breeze washed over her hot body. She stepped out of the tent and over to the burnt out fire-pit to start the fire for their breakfast. There weren’t any horses around but that was probably because it was still early. As the fire spurted to life Tami went back to the tent to get out the breakfast supplies and food. While preparing breakfast she enjoyed the peacefulness of the valley, why had she and Greta never camped here before? It was beautiful in the early morning! Once the eggs were done she put a pot of water on for coffee and went to work on preparing the baked potatoes. As she neared finishing breakfast Greta stumbled out of the tent dressed in a spaghetti strapped nightgown. Her hair was mussed from sleep. “Morning love,” Tami greeted finishing the potatoes. “Morning,” Greta grunted plopping down in a chair and grabbing a plate of food offered to her. The two ate in peaceful silence, overhead some birds cawed loudly and off in the distance they could hear thudding of animal herds running about. “You know what we should do,” Greta said after sipping her coffee. “What?” Tami asked as she ate her eggs. “After college, we should build a cabin out here.” Greta stated. Tami chewed thoughtfully and thought about this. It did sound like a good idea. …and then things took a turn
