As they walked down the hall they passed the guest bathroom on the left. It had small with a single sink, shower and bath combined and toilet. The guest bedroom was at the end of the hall and when they entered she gasped. She had left to pick him up before this room was finished and she was pleasantly surprised by how well her friends had recreated the setting she had requested.

They had set up a make shift tent made out of colorful sheets tied to the bed posts and dresser drawer handles. An oversized blanket was on the floor inside the tent along with big pillows so they could lie down and rest after making love. An extra-large bag of almond M&M's, which were his favorite, was next to the pillows to give them fuel for their activities. Her friends had thought of everything. Opposite the front of the tent was an oversized checkerboard setup for playing a game. The look on his face was priceless when he saw the tent and checker board.

He turned to her with his boyish smile brimming from ear to ear and said, “You are wonderful. This place is perfect.”

At some point during their ‘getting to know each other again process’ they began challenging each other to a checker game. Hence their inside jokes of always saying “King Me” to each other. He was an avid checker player and she had taunted him about the checker game competition by always saying, “I'm going to beat you” and ending all of her sentences with “King Me.” He didn't think she could even setup the board, so it really irritated him that she thought she even had a chance at winning. He in turn teased her endlessly about her lack of checker skills because she had not played with anyone except her mother and even that was a rare occurrence.

The tent represented their own private joke about camping.

He said, “Do you remember the one time we went camping?”

“Unfortunately yes, I've tried to forget but to no avail.”

“Come on. It wasn't that bad.”

“It wasn't that bad? Maybe I was with someone else. Because the only way it could be described in one word is 'Disaster'.”

“Ok, we had few problems.”

“A few problems? It rained constantly, while we setup the tent, while we made dinner and so on.”

“So it rained a little.”

“A little! The inside of the tent had puddles. I didn't sleep. I was cold. It was a disaster!”

“Ok, we got wet. Think of the adventure. The memories.”

“An adventure. We put the tent up in a farmer’s field because it was too late to find a camp site. I hear this tractor in the morning and he is knocking on the tent. Do you remember him knocking on the tent?”

“Yes, He said we needed to pack up and move on. Your car was parked in his field. His tractor was rumbling with the corn picker attached and our tent was in the way.”

“I know that. I was there. Strange farmer looking in our tent and you acting like this wasn't unusual. I was stunned and wanted to disappear but I couldn't because I was so wet. Yes, I remember and I want to forget.”

“Think about how funny it will be to tell your daughter someday. I'm laughing inside thinking about it right now.”

“Well, I'm not laughing inside. I'm thinking I want to forget that. Next time I go camping I will be taking my blow dryer, all my makeup and other various “necessities” that include a thick soft air mattress, iPod, computer and a satellite television.”

“Maybe we can work something out that suites both of us? Let’s start by trying out the inside of the tent your friends put up for us.” he said with a smile.

He laid her down on the blanket and began sliding her skirt off. He kissed each part of her skin as it became exposed. He was on his knees staring down at her. She reached up to unbutton his pants and put her hand down inside them. He moaned in pleasure as she stroked him. He was still staring down at her. Pulling away from her, he laid his chest on her thighs and nestled his mouth over her sex. She was dripping and he wanted to taste her juices. The sweet juices he had missed for twenty-six years. She was moving her hips in rhythm with his tongue. She put her hands on the back of his head and pushed it down harder into her. She wanted him inside her, she wanted to feel him. Her juices were flowing into his mouth and both of their bodies were trembling uncontrollably.

He said, “I need to be inside you. Deep inside so I can feel all of you.” With a deep moan she said, “Yes.” She spread her legs as he moved over her. They both felt their bodies fill with peace and pure love as he entered her. They both knew that their every need would be satisfied with this one simple act. This simple act that would unit their love again like it did so many years ago. They looked in each other’s eyes, no words were spoken, because the universal language of love was speaking for them. Their feelings from the past was real hadn’t diminished. If anything, they had grown stronger. He was moving in and out of her and she met his every stroke with a thrust of her hips. Their hungry bodies wanted more of each other. Their juices were flowing as he laid on top of her. Their sweat was the smell of sex and it formed a layer of warmth between their two bodies. They kissed softly as their breathing slowed.

He smiled and said, “See, camping can be much more fun than you ever expected.”

“Yes it can be. Especially if the tent is inside a condo with all the modern conveniences I've grown to expect,” she said with the faintest of smiles. Dropping an almond M&M into her mouth he said, “Yes, there is a lot to be said for this kind of camping.”

They both were unable to resist the tent. Her “tour guide” pre-occupation had been replaced with the desire for ‘her Randy’. They fed each other a few more M&M's and it was becoming painfully clear that neither one of them was as young as they wanted to be. He was getting rug burns on his knees from making love and her back was sore, which meant it was time to move to the twin bed. They both looked at the twin bed, another memory from the past flashed through their minds. Taking her hand they moved to the bed.

Next Chapter: Chapter 14 Food and rest