Camping and sex go well together. The open air lends itself to passion quite readily. So with cocks in hand and passions alight let us venture into the past.
Glen and I had been out camping under the open sky. At the time Glen was sitting in one of the chairs outside the tent while I was preparing for sleep. I had undressed and was about to lie down when I heard my name called. "Yes," I replied. "Come look at this," was the response. I wrapped a blanket around myself and crawled out. He was looking up. I followed his gaze and was astonished to find myself watching a meteor shower in full bloom. I sat there next to his chair mesmerized by the sight nature had in store for me. Little did I know nature had more up her sleeve.
While we were enjoying the display of lights Glen began running his hands through my hair. I placed my hand on his leg and let myself revel in the sights and touch of his hand. Beginning to feel more amorous, as nature no doubt intended, I began massaging his thigh. My touch wandered higher and higher till I was massaging the growing bulge in his already tight jeans. His caresses on my head became more urgent and his slight moans told me all I needed to know.
I repositioned myself to allow me easier access to his crotch. I began to lightly kiss the mound of his encased flesh while my hands wandered up and down his thighs. Slowly I unbuttoned his jeans when happily I realize he has gone commando today. As his cock is unleashed I place kisses along the shaft. His moans become more guttural as he gently pushes my mouth towards his cockhead. I lavish his head with my tongue. I carefully nibble his crown as I slip my lips over the head. I begin sliding my mouth up and down his shaft slowly. He starts grinding his hips on every down stroke of my head. I hold my head steady as he begins to piston his cock in and out of my throat.
"I want to see you in that tent naked in 10 seconds," he growled out between moans.
