Mike and Freya, both mid-20s, were seasoned campers, having spent many weekends in the wilderness, enjoying the serenity that only nature can offer. This time, they were at a campsite in the heart of the forest, surrounded by tall trees and the soothing sounds of a nearby river.

After setting up their tents, they decided to take a stroll along the riverbank, basking in the warm sunlight that filtered through the leaves overhead. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, a heady aroma that invigorated their senses.

As they walked, they chatted amicably, sharing stories and jokes, their laughter echoing through the trees. Mike couldn't help but admire Freya's toned legs as she walked ahead of him, her short shorts revealing just enough to pique his interest. Freya, in turn, couldn't help but notice the way Mike's biceps flexed as he carried their backpack, his tight t-shirt showing off his muscular physique.

They returned to their campsite as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the forest floor. As they prepared their dinner over the open fire, they reminisced about past camping trips, recalling the hilarious mishaps and close calls they had experienced.

It wasn't long before the conversation turned to more intimate topics, and they found themselves discussing their sexual exploits and fantasies. Mike admitted that he had always had a thing for Freya, and that he had often imagined what it would be like to make love to her under the stars.

Freya, who had always found Mike attractive, confessed that she had similar thoughts. They looked into each other's eyes, and in that moment, they knew that they wanted to take their friendship to the next level.

As they finished their dinner, the tension between them was palpable. They exchanged a long, lingering look, before Mike leaned in and kissed Freya gently on the lips. Freya responded eagerly, her tongue exploring Mike's mouth as they deepened the kiss.

They broke apart, both breathless and aroused. Mike suggested that they retire to their tent for the night, and Freya readily agreed. As they crawled into the tent, they left their clothes in a heap outside, eager to feel each other's skin against their own.

The tent was small, and they found themselves pressed tightly against each other as they lay down on the mattress. Mike's dick was already hard, and he could feel Freya's nipples pressing against his chest. Freya wrapped her legs around Mike's waist, pulling him closer as they resumed their kiss.

Mike's hands roamed over Freya's body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. Freya moaned as Mike trailed his lips down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

Mike's fingers found their way between Freya's legs, and he was surprised to find how wet she was. He teased her clit, rubbing it in slow circles as Freya writhed beneath him. Freya's breathing grew ragged as Mike slipped a finger inside her, his thumb still working her clit.

Freya couldn't take it any longer. She pushed Mike onto his back and straddled him, her pussy hovering just above his dick. She looked into his eyes as she lowered herself onto him, taking him all the way inside her in one swift motion.

They both groaned as Mike filled her, his dick hitting all the right spots. Freya began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as Mike thrust up to meet her.

Freya's orgasm hit her suddenly, a wave of pleasure that washed over her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back and screamed, her pussy clenching around Mike's dick as she came.

Mike couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Freya's hips and thrust up into her one last time, his dick buried deep inside her as he came, filling her with his seed.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in their chests. Freya looked down at Mike, a satisfied smile on her face.

"I think we broke the mattress," she said, giggling.

Mike looked around, and sure enough, the mattress was sagging in the middle. They laughed, before Mike pulled Freya down for another kiss.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the sound of the river lulling them to sleep, they knew that this was the start of something special. They had taken a risk, but it had paid off in the most unexpected way.

The next morning, they woke up to the sound of birds singing outside the tent. They looked at each other, and grinned.

"I think we need a new mattress," Freya said, grinning.

Mike chuckled.

"I think you're right," he said, pulling Freya close for a kiss.

As they packed up their campsite, they knew that this was a weekend they would never forget.