It had taken just shy of six hours for them to reach camp along Vermont’s Long Trail.  According to the trail guide in his pack, the distance was 5.6 miles and that they should be able to cover that distance in just over four hours but they did a great deal of meandering, sightseeing and getting lost in each other's company when they stopped to adjust their packs. On the bright side they did manage to start off on the trail earlier than expected that morning and had plenty of day left to enjoy the woods.  They had planned on breakfast at a local restaurant and a lazy first day with a late start putting them at the camp around 4PM but decided instead to watch the sun rise from the car then head out onto the trail.  It was just after 2PM and they had rested long enough to setup camp.  It was a cool September afternoon so they pitched the tent near the tree line to give them some cover from the breeze at night.   It also afforded them a little more privacy in case the trail was busy or there were other adventurers out today who were planning to stop and camp nearby.  They were incredibly thankful that they hit the trail early and finished camp ahead of schedule when the rain started.  Huddled inside, and slowly working their way out of wet clothes. They reviewed the day so far, noting some of the more open spaces that they might go explore a little further on their return and wondering how the group they were planning to meet tomorrow were fairing in the rain.  They had planned three days of hiking and camping, the first night in a primitive camp enjoying a taste of seclusion before meeting up with another group who were moving along the trail in the opposite direction.   Seclusion they had plenty of right now, the woods were quiet aside from the sound of raindrops falling onto dry leaves and the roof of the tent.   She shivered slightly as she pulled off her fleece pull over, goosebumps raising she rubbed her arms vigorously to warm up.   "Warm me up" she screeched as she turned and dove on him, her hands slipping under his shirt.  He fell to his back as she squirmed trying to get her hands as far up his shirt as possible, her touch stinging on his warm skin.  She straddled him and wrestled for position as he reached his equally cold hands up the back of her shirt.  The sound of the tent crinkling under them drowned out the sound of the rain drops as they rolled and grappled.  He paused momentarily to grab a bed roll, first using it for defense then flinging it across the floor of the tent to pad their wrestling ring.  Lacing his legs over her calves he held her in place. Still straddling him but now unable to escape she writhed at the hips to escape his icy touch.  With each grasp he worked her t-shirt higher up her torso, eventually exposing her bouncing breasts and erect nipples. He pinched her left nipple for effect then pulled her shirt high above her head trapping her arms against her ears.  Pausing for a moment he kissed her breast and nipple as a peace offering for the pinching then pulled the shirt higher as she struggled to get free. She shivered again her bare back facing the partially open tent flaps.  Sitting upright with her sitting in his lap, her naked breasts pressed to his jacket he kissed her neck while running his now warming hands along her flanks.  She tucked her hands inside the perimeter of his body and quickly zipped his jacket open.  Once   the closure was widened she situated her arms inside searching for warmth.  She pulled his shirt up to expose his chest and pressed her bare skin against his. Cozy and serene she sat long enough that the draft flowing through the tent was offset by the heat radiating from him.