She sat on her knees facing away from him, sitting on the tops of her feet again, and began to peel her shirt up with agonizing slowness. She arched her back slightly as she finished pulling it off and set it aside, offhandedly wondering what his reaction might be if he was watching her. She dismissed the thought and felt at the material of her bra and found that to be soaked as well, so she reached back and deftly unhooked it. Her small but nicely rounded breasts bounced slightly as she stretched a bit, smiling to herself at the freedom and oblivious to the show she was putting on for Max.
Max, meanwhile, was doing his best to not look suspicious as he checked his backpack for nothing in particular. Transfixed as if in a dream, he watched Kelly lean forward to unbutton her jeans and carefully slide them off her shapely hips. She shivered slightly as she set her jeans aside, now clad only in her white thong panties, and hastily pulled on a t-shirt from her backpack. The little V-neck midriff number wasn�t much, but it would serve her purposes. Too many clothes in a sleeping bag would just make her sweat and get colder anyway. �You can look now,� she said as she slipped inside her sleeping bag.
Max realized he had been holding his breath and exhaled, climbing into his sleeping bag carefully so as not to reveal his prominent erection. He leaned up on his uninjured shoulder and tried to sleep, feeling Kelly quietly shimmy up against him back to back. Just for the warmth of course. Still, he felt her shivering slightly and wished he could do something to help her out. His internal monologue was broken by her quiet voice floating out of the near-darkness. �Do we have any extra blankets?�
�Good idea,� he replied tentatively. �I�ll put my sleeping bag over yours for extra insulation too.� They wriggled out of their sleeping bags and slipped one inside the other. It looked like a bit less room than planned, but it didn�t look uncomfortably cramped. They agreed that it would be easier for Max to get in first and for Kelly to wriggle in second.
And wriggle she did. As he did his best not to take up too much of the sleeping bag, she slipped in behind him and carefully avoided his shoulder as she placed her hands here and there, climbing down his back. She felt him tense slightly as her breasts pressed against him, quietly enjoying the friction before turning around to lie back to back again.
�Out on that hill somewhere I think.�
Another way to keep warm occurred to her, which she suggested before she had time to think better of it. �We could get warm quicker if we shared sleeping bags.� She held her breath waiting for his response.
�Goodnight Max.�
�Goodnight Kelly.�
He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the beautiful half naked woman pressed against his back, but his mind continued to race. Did she know he had been watching during that little striptease? Had she been asking him to make a move with the kiss on his shoulder? Yes and no clashed and struggled for what seemed like eternity, but one of them finally won.
