Camping In Ireland: Part 2
CAMPING IN IRELAND: PART 2
A TALE OF FIRSTS, SET ON A RAINY CAMPING TRIP, AMONG YOUNG FRIENDS.
Based on a post by Josh
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THE NIGHT STORM
They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning
slowly to their clammy bodies. She grasped the two ends of the massive sheet
together, behind his shoulder blades.
Then she stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs
slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing
into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as
they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her ass. He followed by
pulling her wet tee shirt up over her shoulders, where she tugged it over her
head, and tossed back by the bags.
She stepped carefully one leg out of the wet panties,
returning to the warmth of his arm and pulling him even closer as she did so.
Her gentle murmur as his hands felt the shape of her hips and thighs spurred
him on, piquing his interest in this new adventure, this new and unusual
setting. The absence of wet fabric quickly allowed her pelvis to dry and her
body warmth gradually increased. But His wet boxers were still a problem.
INTIMACY IN THE OPEN AIR.
Their bodies relaxed into one another as they dried out
within their towel, and he felt her goose bumps disappear from her legs. She
pushed his boxers down, allowing their bodies to have full contact as they
warmed up together. She lifted her head towards him, and they kissed for the
first time since they had left her tent. He felt a sudden jolt of passion as
her free hand reached down his belly and holding his contracted and rippled
sack of balls. She continued to fondle his sack gently, and felt warmth return
to his crotch. He was glad she wasn t giving attention to his shriveled wet
pecker, which would need much more warmth an blood flow, to resume even a
normal flaccid size. It wasn t even worthy of being called a cock, when
shriveled this tiny.
He was preparing an embarrassed explanation for his
tiny tally whacker, but it was welcome surprise for him that the awakening of
his desire to know every intimate corner of her body, to feel his release at
her demand and within her. Had somehow convinced his unconscious brain to
re=prioritize rations of blood flow and retention to his promising phallus.
His hands reached her breasts, feeling her nipples hard once
more. She moaned as he rolled one between his finger and thumb, the bottom of
her breast cupped in his hand as she massaged his balls. Her warmth and
dexterity both relaxing and tensing him in turn. They both felt as his cock
stirred to her touch, her other hand released the towel and surrounding his
shaft, as he swelled.
They stopped to spread the picnic blanket from her bag on
the gentle hill of the dune behind them. They found a slight ravine where they
could recline and be somewhat concealed by the several dunes, in every
direction.
She beckoned for him to join her as she lay on her side, and
he lay beside her. Hands were on hips, and kisses deepened. It was as though
they were again cocooned in her tent the night before. They were completely
warm suddenly, the coastal breeze seemed to pass over their heads and they
enjoyed the refuge of these sand ravines.
Both were deeply turned on by the range of senses that had
been awoken. Her breath began to quicken as she felt his erection press against
her mons. She bent her upper knee and planted her foot to rest, creating an
open crotch for him, and he felt as her body tensed slightly when his fingers
wandered towards her most private place.
Trying not to spoil a moment she had been enjoying so much,
she had hoped he would not notice her anxiety, but knew all too soon that he
had. Their kiss ended, his hands moved reassuringly to her shoulders, following
her lead.
"Nigel; I've never," She whispered. "I'm. I
am enjoying this so much. But I've never done this before" Her face
flushed red as she revealed this most intimate truth to the man she had only
really met 24 hours ago.
He put a hand gently to her face, looking into her deep
brown eyes. "Libby; This is new to me, too." He confessed. "I
really have no conscious idea what I'm doing. Our bodies, though, seem to be
working in a magical sync, like they ve done this since the dawn of
creation."
Wry smiles grew on both of their faces as the reality
of the situation dawned.
"I was so nervous I would mess things up, I really like
you" he said eventually. "I want to explore with you".
"Me too" she replied "You've been giving me
such pleasure, I assumed you had been with loads of people before. They
kissed, then she added I want to learn what makes you feel good".
And so began a time of great learning for both of them.
Their inhibitions lifted as they allowed themselves to be honest, to open up,
to allow their most deeply-held feelings out to one another.
She traced every inch of his rippled, lean torso, feeling
his ribs rise and fall calmly before circling his navel, running her fingers
through his salty hair, his pubic hair. He guided her as she stroked his cock,
exploring it carefully with her eyes as well as her hands. She felt as he
neared the brink of orgasm; then brought him back from the edge with his words
helping her to understand this most secret of connections. She kissed him
tenderly, on his arms, his chest, his cock, her lips gently enveloping the tip,
tasting his precum, feeling him harden in her mouth. She licked his length,
learning how a change of pace or pressure affected him physically, hearing from
him what felt good. It was beautiful for both of them, a symbol of trust, and a
marker of a new chapter in their lives, their relationship. This was not simply
about orgasm, about release, it was also about connection. He was not ready to
collapse, not yet. So he withdrew from her mouth, telling her about how sensual
it was, how much pleasure she had given him.
He felt her hip bones with eager hands, brought hands to her
ass, felt the way textures changed. He put his hands on her thighs, felt as she
moved onto her back, her legs opening, relaxing. He felt the softness of her
inner thigh, how it became softer and softer as his hands neared her groin. She
told him how much she wanted him to touch her, showed him how to touch her
clitoris. He felt her wonderful heat again as his finger, wet with her
moistness, explored delicate folds of skin. He had never seen a woman's vagina
before, not in real life. He saw the way her labia darkened as he touched her,
felt as her clitoris seemed to retract and then harden as she touched him. She
was so open to him, so relaxed, her breathing deep and her chest was rising
visibly. As he placed a finger at the entrance to her hot moist cunt, she
groaned, urging him to explore inside her. His finger slipped more easily
inside than he remembered from last night, her legs rising slightly as he felt
her vaginal walls envelop his hungry finger. Another finger slid inside, and
she told him to move them against each other inside her. As her hips rose
further, she pulled her knees to her chest, and he felt the strong muscles at
the entrance to her cunt open up, encouraging his fingers, deeper and deeper.
He felt more horny in that moment than he could ever remember feeling before,
as he saw her bulging vulva, wet with excitement, and so clearly trusting him
to give her pleasure.
She was nearing orgasm, her breaths were shallower and her
guidance less necessary. It was so exciting to be outside together. He was
desperate, suddenly; to be even more intimate. He dipped his head between her
legs and gingerly licked her clitoris, trying to emulate what his fingers had
done at first. His fingers were still deep within her, and he felt her tighten
around him as his tongue began to explore her tiny nub. She guided him once
more, telling him to lick around her inner labia, her clitoris too sensitive to
be the sole focus of his attentions. He saw as she began to play with her
nipples, felt her reach for his cock.
But she surprised him. Instead of stroking him as before, she
moved her body round, lying flat on her back and taking one of his legs and
pulling over her torso, then sliding up so her cunt was directly under his
mouth. Then she put her hand behind his head, and guiding it down to her vulva.
As he focused on his oral adventure between her thighs, he
felt the exquisite feeling of her taking his turgid cock in her mouth; as he
licked her clitoris.
It was the softest and most stimulating thing either of them
had ever felt. There was absolute trust in both of them as they pleasured each
other, her tongue and lips winding around his cock, as hard as it had ever
been.
His tongue licked her whilst his arms wrapped around her
ass, and his hands parted her labia, feeling her wetness combined with his
saliva running down his hand, between her legs and between the cheeks of her
perfectly-formed ass.
She felt as he inserted his fingers once more, and he felt
as her cunt began to ripple, to contract around him, her panting building to a
crescendo as she took him deeper into her mouth. They were in a sort of magical
rhythm where both tension and a deep calm overcame any inhibition that might
have previously existed.
His fingers squirmed as her spasms grew, she felt wave after
wave of pleasure dominating her body.
Oh, Nigel! Oh, Nigel. You re Amazing! was heard by the
birds in the area, but no one else.
As she was in her climatic bliss, his ability to hold
back got weaker and weaker. He felt as the crown of his cock felt a soft place
in her mouth, the warmth of her kisses overwhelming him. He felt as his balls
contracted, felt as his orgasm built, not immediately like when he touched
himself, but almost in slow motion. And then it arrived.
Libby, here it comes, ah, ah! he shouted.
He exploded in her mouth, releasing a guttural, almost
primal shout as he came. She felt as he pulsed between her lips, tasted his
semen for the first time.
Oh, my fucking gawd, Libby! You re a sex goddess, baby!
He finally declared.
They held each other tighter in that moment than they had
ever held anyone before, her nails digging into his thighs as his tongue gently
lapped at her opening.
It was only after the sun began to come out that they moved
from their embrace, his cock now soft, and his head resting on her thigh. She
turned her body round so that they could kiss each other's mouths, and both
could taste each other, the salt of the sea, a relaxedness returning. They lay
in each other s' arms as the sun shone, warming their naked bodies in that most
beautiful of settings. And they knew that the next week would be one of further
exploration, of firsts for them both.
NIGEL AND SONIA, HOMEWARD BOUND.
The journey back to London was long and tiresome. Ferries,
trains, carrying heavy packs. Libby bailed on her girlfriends and rode back
with Nigel. This gave the new lovers some endless hours of private conversation
and further cemented their bond.
He told her of his empty house, his parents away until
Tuesday. Would she like to come and stay?
She immediately accepted his hospitality.
By the time they had got in, put a wash on, eaten takeout,
and had a shower, they were spent. Eyes closing and ready for bed. This felt
different to being away, and they were now even more nervous somehow.
Have I satisfied you, Nigel? Libby asked as they completed
the late meal.
And then some, Libby. Nigel admitted. I honestly need to
give my sore cock a break til morning, if you can allow me?
Oh, thank God! My poor cunny is stroked and licked raw,
and reamed out by the greatest lover in all of the British empire! Libby
finally expressed her relief.
And so they both fell quickly into sleep, lying in each
other s arms, tender kisses and good nights. Tomorrow would be another day. But
he awoke sometime early in the morning, as she shifted in her sleep and he felt
differently in his half-slumber.
His hands moved slowly on her warm skin, feeling her muscles
completely relaxed as she slept deeply, the sound of her deep breaths
synchronized with his own. Only semi-conscious, he moved instinctively, his
mind still foggy, somewhere between consciousness and slumber. The tips of his
fingers reached round and down, holding her thigh ever so gently, tiny hairs
the only contrast to her smooth, soft skin as he ran them along her body
towards her body. As he felt her flesh draw inward, her softness giving way to
the strong muscles of her groin, he rotated his wrist, pushing his hand down
the front of her thigh and gradually down to her knee, noticing the change in
texture as he reached her kneecap. A long breath, followed by a deep swallow.
He became more conscious as he squeezed her leg ever so
slightly, cautious not to awaken her, seeking more feedback and releasing a
little tension. He trailed his hands back up her thigh, reaching around the
outside to trace her hips, stopping where his skin met the cotton of her
underwear. He felt the thin band of elastic at the edge of her knickers and
followed this with this index finger slowly and deliberately upwards until he
reached the front of her body, the point at which it began to curve back inward
and down into more intimate space. His palm lay flat on her hipbone as his
fingers stretched and splayed, relaxed but inquisitive, and he considered what
might come next.
She shifted slightly, her hand adjusting the elastic of her
waistband, and she muttered something inaudible. He descended back into his
dreams, his hand on her under the thin sheets on that sticky summer night.
He woke as she shifted her body, her leg slightly bent as
she relaxed her hips. His hands held her thigh at their highest point, with the
top of his hand feeling the fabric of her panties whilst his fingers sensed the
tender skin at the very limit of her thigh. His grip tightened a little as he
noticed his heart rate rise, his left hand shifting slightly on the bedsheets
beside him.
He lay for some time, enjoying the peace and sensuality of
the moment, enjoying the memory of exploring her body and his own. He could
hear her deep breaths, sense her chest rising and falling, and feel her long
hair against his face as they lay side by side, his body slightly turned
towards hers as she lay sleeping on her back.
His index finger explored her thigh once more, more
intentionally than before, and he reached the edge of her knickers once again.
This time, his finger felt downwards, between her legs, until he could reach no
further. He loved the point where her thigh met her groin, where her skin
became covered by cloth, and where he knew she was most sensitive. His finger
began, ever so slowly, to feel across the hem and then the soft cotton of her
pants. He felt the change in texture as her smooth skin gave way to soft, downy
hair under the fabric as it rose from the firmness of tendon to the softness of
gently rounded labia. She took one sharp breath. His quickened.
His fingers hesitated as he reached the point where her
labia met beneath her underwear. He could feel her cleft under his soft touch,
and imagined being able to see her, so familiar and yet so secret and
mysterious, even after all these months. His fingers followed the line of her
slit until he reached the mound above her clitoris. The slight rise of the
space where he knew her labia covered her most sensitive place, his finger
stopped. He felt as her breathing quickened a touch, or at least he thought so.
His temptation growing as she swiveled her hips upwards a fraction, only to
relax again a moment later.
In the gloom he tried to recall her underwear in his mind.
Pale cotton, white, or possibly cream, simple in design with a plain band
around the leg, a broader, flat waist-band with a stitched brand name in the
same color as the rest. He could just make out the raised letters as he drew
his finger tentatively up to the top of her knickers.
As he felt her skin again, his palm laid flat against her.
He waited. She did not speak or change position, but a deep intake of breath
gave him courage, a sign of her satisfaction. Her stomach was warm and flat and
the ball of his hand lay on her belly button, two fingers slipping ever so
slightly beneath the waistband of her knickers. Nervous of misjudging the
moment, he arched his hands, the tips of his fingers moving slowly up her body.
He circled her naval, moving in on each rotation until his finger found itself
inside and her strong stomach muscles tensed a soft, voiceless sound emerging
from her mouth. He was emboldened and turned his body to face hers for the
first time. As his hand crept upward, he felt the ribbed fabric of her
vest-top. He brought his hand up until he felt her right breast in his hand.
Her small breast fitted easily into his hand, with his thumb reaching around to
her sternum, then arching over her firmness, feeling her nipple hardening as he
did so. As he noticed her hardening, he felt his own arousal growing.
Between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled her nipple
gently again and again through her top. Her breaths were becoming shorter, and
he knew she was feeling the same as he was, relaxed, sensuous and warm. She
lifted her top, exposing her breasts in the darkness, and he felt her nipples properly
for the first time. They were very small and very hard, rising from slightly
puffy areolae, perfectly formed. He could not wait any longer, and brought his
head to her chest, licking around her nipples, then taking one lightly into his
mouth. He sucked her gently, his tongue exploring the slight variations in
texture between her nipples, her areola and the skin surrounding them. He
brought his other hand round and caressed her other breast, his erection
beginning to push against the fabric of his boxer shorts.
She spoke for the first time, uttering his name in hushed
tones as he pleasured her breasts, reaching for his boxer shorts as he sucked
her into his hot mouth. She pushed them down until she could reach no further,
and he took over, taking them down over his legs and feet as she hurriedly
removed her clothes. As she lifted her vest over her head, she raised her arms,
then folding them around his strong back, their naked bodies fully in contact
for the first time since they had got back. She felt as his erection pressed
against her stomach, her breasts, slick with his sliver, pressed against his
chest, and their breathing fast and synchronous. They both knew in that moment
that they would give themselves to the other tonight, a new experience for them
both, exciting but without fear.
She rose onto her knees, turning the green lamp on that sat
beside their bed. "I want to see you" she told him, as she looked
down at his body, his cock hard and large. As she lowered her head, he felt his
erection strengthen, felt the softness of her lips as they kissed and then
enveloped the tip. She tasted his pre-cum as her tongue ran in circles around
him, her lips exploring the contours of his cock. She slowly took more of him
into her mouth, felt as he groaned, knew of his pleasure. He told her he loved
the feel of her mouth around her, loved it when she took him deeper inside. She
wanted more than anything to give him the release she knew he longed for, and
changed angles, her saliva running around him, leaking from her mouth and down
to his balls. Her hands cupped him, feeling this wetness and she stopped
momentarily, lifting her head and licking him excitedly up his shaft. She
shifted onto her side, her hands helping her to slip one of his balls into her
soaking mouth as her hands took over on his cock, and she fel
