Under Cover, at the Beach Tent Camp

Two FBI agents find themselves in an overly intimate situation. She's after him but he's not into her, at first. Apologies it's my first crack at writing a gay guy and he leans more hetero than is probably realisitc!

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"Well, that was a long day." Rachel was frankly frustrated. "Look Tanner, it's after 11, we're a mess, and I need some sleep."

They'd signed up for a boat outing for a remote surf key without knowing it was an overnight trip. The idea was to get to know a couple of people they suspected of running drugs. It didn't pan out, but the surfing was good. Only problem, they weren't prepared for a two day event. It was a very rustic beach tent camp, and they had nothing but their muddy clothes they'd surfed and played in all day.. At least the tent camp had wooden bunks with sort-of mattresses and sheets and pillows. There were no blankets of course; it was Florida, after all.

"Let's rinse off in the ocean and just go to sleep."

That worked pretty well but of course walking back across the beach, Rachel's feet were immediately covered with sand.

"I don't want any sand in these tomorrow," she said, gesturing to her lycra shorts, "so I'm gonna go back and take 'em off in the water."

"So what a little sand?" Tanner replied.

"A little sand is more of an issue for me than you, silly."

She got back to the tent a minute later, finding Tanner standing outside shirtless.

Rachel was wearing her top, but holding her wet shorts in front.

"Isn't it a little chilly in this wind?"

"Not bad. But if I waked back through the sand and THEN took them off... Same problem all over again.

"Oh, gotcha." Tanner replied." There was a bit of an awkward silence."

Rachel was still holding the shorts in front of herself out of modesty, though she was otherwise naked.

"Well... you've seen me naked anyway, and it's damned late and so why am I being a prude? I'm hanging these out to dry and goin' to bed commando.

With that she walked over to one of the tent lines and tied her shorts to the line using the drawstring. Tanner politely looked away, but still got an eyeful. Rachel turned to him as she reached down, arms criss-cross, to grab her halter by the hem.

"Come on and drop 'em and come to bed." (pointing to his shorts) "I've seen a dick before." And she pulled her top off, over her head and turned to tie it, too, to the tent line. "C'mon," she said one more time, and brushed past her bemused partner. The tent door wasn't that big and before he could move she had titty swiped him across the upper arm as she went by.

Rachel flipped on the light, sat down on the lower bunk, pulling the bedsheet up around herself. She started brushing her hair. The light threw an entertaining shadow on the tent wall.

"Rachel, you've giving one heck of a silhouette show, if anybody's still awake."

"Like I give a hoot."

"Tanner realized he was being silly, and followed her lead, stripping and tying his shorts to a string to dry in the wind. He walked in, partly covering his junk with one hand, trying to balance modesty and casual familiarity. Tanner wasn't shy, he was just being polite. Climbing the little ladder up the top bunk was a two handed job though and Tanner was very conscious that his semi-erect cock was waving its way up the ladder just a foot from her face.

As she finished off her hair in a pony she called up, "so, you're getting a little bit of a boner for me, eh, Tanner?"

"No Rachel, I'm still gay as ever. That's just a general purpose boner from being naked outside on a wild windy night."

"Well I appreciate it anyway." She leaned out to get a better look. "What's going on up there?" Tanner was feeling his way onto the top bunk very tentatively, his lower half still very much in view at the top of the ladder, waving around as he pressed on the mattress.

"This mattress feels really saggy..." He stood on tiptoe on the middle rung and put the weight of his chest on the bunk. What was he doing? The bunk sagged dreadfully, half way down to on top of Rachel!

"The fuck?" he yelped.

"It's breaking!" she squealed.

Tanner poked his head back down and looked up under the mattress. "There's no springs to hold it up. Or almost none. See where these are all broken where they should be welded to the frame? This won't hold a baby."

Tanner looked over at Rachel as he finished his thought. She'd reached up poking at the sagging mattress and the sheet had dropped away in the commotion. She was half naked. Lowering back down now, his eyes flashed to her chest, then he turned away and sat on the bedframe next to her, hands politely over his erection, staring across the tent. There was nothing to see -- a little writing desk and a chair and the wooden floor, smaller across than the width of the bunk. "I guess I'll sleep on the floor."

"Don't be ridiculous it's too cramped and too hard and," she hesitated,

"... I want you with me."

He turned to her with a querying look, and she folded the sheet down to her knees, a hand covering her pussy, the other patting on the bed next to her.

Tanner's erection was not fitting under his hands any more. "Look Rachel, this is a familiar situation that comes up sometimes. Maybe it's curiosity, or you like me a little, and it IS romantic setting, but when you're gay everybody always wonders if 'it's only because you haven't had a really good fuck from the right woman, and maybe they can change that.' Is that a little bit what you might be thinking?"

"No. Seriously. I don't expect to turn you straight, At All. But let's talk. First of all, this should be pretty non threatening. I mean, you're gay so I'm safe, and you're huge and male trained in hand-to-hand combat for the love of god, so you're safe from little ol' me! So what's the problem? It's very platonic. Plus I've had a hell of a day and it's chilly and I would LOVE to snuggle up with a 'general purpose boner' pressed against my belly. You can't tell me smooth warm skin and a hug isn't a good feeling, boy or girl, right? I mean, I'm a general purpose bedmate. Ha, YOU said it; I love that term. Plus, you're hard against your better judgment, so I think your body agrees with me.

She spread her hands palm up as though to say, "that's my argument" and, half cross legged on the bed, it meant opening herself to him. Almost unconsciously, he mirrored her, sharing since she did.

"Well, for me it's like hanging out with a sister or something, but for you, it's gotta be sexual? You just said you like a nice dick, so how am I supposed to feel about that? You're going to be feeling... well, something."

Rachel couldn't deny it: "Yes I have to admit to mixed emotions. I look at you and see my friend, not a boyfriend. But it's true I also look at that," -- gesturing towards his hips-- "and I can imagine it pressed up warm against my belly, or inside of me. And I can feel you squeezing, flattening me to your chest. That would feel, ummmmh."

"See what I mean?"

"Yah but is that so bad?" she asked. "I thought guys liked to be sex objects! I won't have expectations, and you'd be making me feel good, is all. You could always just fuck me for the exercise."

She turned away, looking quietly at the blank tent wall, just resting hands on knees.

"Wow," he said.

"What?"

Tanner pointed over towards the canvas tent wall. "Lookit our shadow, it makes for quite the show."

The side of the tent was inches from the bunks, their shadows were in sharp relief, her breasts hanging down below her arms, nipples clearly silhouetted. Her head tipped forward, and in the shadow, her hands could just as easily be on his knees, and her face poised over his erection, which pointed straight up. Rachel turned her head to the right, and sure enough there it was. Two feet away in real life, but within reach of her tongue in the shadow.

"Ha ha, yah that looks pretty intimate" he said.

"Watch this." She reached out and grabbed his cock, pulling it straight up, and bent her heat a little so her shadow tongue could give his shadow dick a slow lick around the tip.

"Whoa!"... an outburst, from somewhere outside the tent!

"Shut up!" whispered someone else urgently.

Rachel's eyes got big, Tanner's jaw dropped as they exchanged a shocked look. Someone was eavesdropping. Then, she grinned and mouthed, "watch this!"

She turned back to face his shadow, and reached up to kiss his shadow face thoroughly, then brushed her hair back over her shoulder and went down hard on his silhouette.

Tanner pitched in with some groans, and arched his back. Soon they were both grinning while a pretty energetic blowjob played out on the side of the tent. There were a few other barely audible exclamations murmured from somewhere outside as well. Tanner and Rachel were playing to a rapt audience.

Rachel braced one hand on Tanner's shoulder and grabbed his shaft with the other. He put both his hands on top of her head, holding her while he shoved his shadow deep into her throat. Rachel responded with convincing gagging noises

At one point she had to push him away, gasping, "Stop. You're gonna ram that thing all the way down my throat and out through the back of my neck!" She inclined her head and made eyes to the tent wall to indicate that it was literally happening, on the shadow screen.

"Ok ok. You control the pace then. I just got too excited," and with that he moved his hands from her head to (really) palm her breasts.

Rachel's silhouette kept bobbing, faster now on just the tip, leaning her boobs into his hands, working the shaft with her fist.

"Shit this is amazing!" Tanner yelped.

Rachel mumbled back "Mnfmmmhmn," and popped off to add some licks.

"Oh god that is so hot! I'm gonna cum..." he warned.

"Do it."

"Gonna cum Nowwww!" And he did. A spurt of jizz shot out into Shadow Rachel's mouth, narrowly missing real Rachel in the tent. She saw it go by and moved her head over quick enough to catch the second shot right in the face and got her mouth down on him to swallow the rest of it.

After, she leaned back, elbows on the headboard tits pointed high.

There was a single low whistle from outside the tent and then someone clapping. It built into a soft applause that sounded like 3 or 4 people. Inside, they grinned at each other. As the clapping died away, someone quietly called "Sleep tight!" from the darkness.

Rachel lifted a leg to lay across his lap and Tanner began to softly rub her thigh.

"Rest up Tanner." she said. "In the morning, your shadow's gonna have to fuck my pussy 'till I cum. Until then, you can suck on my tits, please.