The Australians

She came from halfway `round the world, with red hair, deep eyes, a sweet mercurial smile, and an Australian accent that made my loins ache.

She is the lover of a good friend who I met through work. She had come to the `states with him, to go camping with a bunch of our mutual friends, at the crazy event known as "Burning Man". The camp and the event worked out great. The two of them both bonded more warmly with everyone else, and started friendships that continued as the months passed.

And so, a year later, she flew in again to meet up with him (who had arrived many weeks before) and the rest of us, and again, we all headed out into the Black Rock Desert.

And after a long, exhausting, and rewarding stay, on one of the last nights we were there, the 3 of us left the camp together, walking and laughing and talking together. We walked deeply out into the dark, our discussions getting much more private, much more intimate.

When we got back to our camp, they invited me into their tent. Me and him first, waiting for her, stripping off our dusty clothes. We talked, felt comfortable with each other, and then she crawled in with us, stripping, showing off lovely curves, and delicious pink and pale skin.

And then and there, covered with dust and sweat, we made each other very very happy...