Fucking in Tents

Mid afternoon on a weekday and the only thing separating our sex from passing outdoorsfolk was a couple of thin fabric layers. We caressed each other. My hands trailed over his chest and shoulders feeling his strength. My attention was drawn to his boxers.

I’m staring out of the window, drinking a gin and tonic, thinking about how great our holiday was. Beer would be more appropriate. Beer is what you drink when camping right? I do at least. Only a couple. There’s nothing worse than needing a wee in the night on a camping trip. For me it goes something like this.

Its dark. The parts of my body that are not under the duvet are cold (yes we bring a duvet camping). My breath condenses and adds vapor to the already wet microclimate of our little nylon bubble. Cold. I need to piss.
‘But your so cozy’ says the other me
‘Can’t you wait till morning?’
No I can’t I won’t be able to relax
‘I’m sure you could. The toilet block is so far away. Putting your shoes and coat on won’t be very relaxing either. Just stay here’
Shut up other me. I don’t want to fall asleep and piss myself. (Its never happened before but you never know)
‘You could go in a bush but once you’re out of the tent you might as well go to the toilet block and that’s sooo far away and its cold and you might as well just stay here. If you get up you will wake up monkey. You’ll probably need to pee again later, if you wait you will only need to go once’
I spend about half an hour debating with myself whether or not to get up and take a piss. I’m just about to start writing a list of pros and cons when I realize all this mental noise is keeping me awake. If I just get up and face the cold, I can shut up and go back to sleep.

Anyway I digress. That was the night time. The day time was beautiful, We went for long walks. We turned off our phones. We did gymnastics together. Specifically, Monkey taught me some yoga poses and I laughed at him attempting a cartwheel. There was time to breathe and think and appreciate what is important.

On the Thursday we went into London. I met some of monkeys relatives for the first time. They were so nice.

On the Wednesday we had sex in the tent and filmed it. Our sweaty, fabric love-cabin. It was great! We kissed sensually and took off each others clothes. In the cramped space the help was appreciated. As he unbuttoned my jeans and we tugged them down there was a tangible sense of mischief between us. We could hear hikers walking past on the path. Mid afternoon on a weekday and the only thing separating our sex from passing outdoorsfolk was a couple of thin fabric layers. We caressed each other. My hands trailed over his chest and shoulders feeling his strength. My attention was drawn to his boxers. I explored the contents with my hands and drew my face near to his hardening cock. I love the feel of it against my face. I especially love to rub my cheek against it with the soft jersey fabric between my skin and his. I like to feel it getting really hard and twitch a little. I pulled the elastic waistband causing his cock to spring out at me. Then I enjoyed caressing its length with my lips and cheeks and forehead keeping my mouth closed until it becomes too much for us both and I wrap my lips around it hungrily.

The rest of it, I don’t clearly recall. I know I came really hard. I know that we used our hands and mouths. And I know, the camera stopped recording part way through and there is a missing minute or so of footage. It just happens to be the part where I have an explosive and cathartic orgasm. You’ll just have to imagine that part. The rest you will be able to see at Makelovenotporn once we put it up. I’ll keep you posted when that will be.
I did find some amusement in the fact that our tent video, like a conventional porno, was missing a genuine female orgasm. Though for a different reason obviously.

The adventure continues. Today a campsite in Hampshire. Tomorrow, Hawaii.