[M]e and my [F]avorite camping partner (Part 2). 20’s

!!! I forgot to post a link to part 1:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/111r38v/me_and_my_favorite_camping_partner_part_1_20s/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/111r38v/me_and_my_favorite_camping_partner_part_1_20s/)

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(These events immediately follow part 1. Please start there!)

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I think… you could say, a great blowjob is a lot like a really good song. There’s only so much to work with in musical theory. It doesn’t have to be NOVEL or experimental, or cranked on blast. Its enjoyability is dependent on the mood conveyed, and received. And it can be from the “greatest hits” section, but the best songs still evoke the right feeling in the right moment. A song you’ve heard a thousand times can be comfortable. And yes, I’m asserting that familiarity isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

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As EXCITING as new lovers are, and as thought-provoking as avant garde design can be- I find myself desiring the comfortable. My favorite coffee brand, made to the exacting method I prefer. My hoody I’ve owned since middleschool that’s worn out on the elbows, and fraying at the wrists. I think I’m the kind of guy that, if I owned art, I’d want a painting to look at every day. Something soothing to ponder in a quiet moment, and never tire of it. I don’t see myself as the kind of person that changes his living space because the consumption drones of a fashionable magazine told me to?

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All that to say, as many times as I had been intimate with Sadie, and as many times as I had seen her naked, it never lost its splendor. There were times when it was utilitarian, exotic, novel, naughty, playful, unplanned, unexpected… but it was never unremarkable.

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So when I saw Sadie in her nude splendor that brisk, late-winter morning, just… being her free and truest self… I felt an intense contentment. If contentment can be intense…

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This was her element. Outdoors. Drinking campfire brewed coffee. Natural. And spritely. She’s great in other elements, wrapped tight in a thin dress for dinner, dressed down and sweaty in jeans to pull weeds, or getting bent over and fucked in strategically torn hosiery… but this was the best. Staring off into the east, watching a bashful crimson sun sneak up from the horizon and distant tree line.

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She was curled up on the bench next to the campfire that was whipping in a gently swirling wind.

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“I love you, but it’s too cold to be naked”. In her defense, she WAS wearing her socks and boots.

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“Shh!” she patted the spot next to her on the bench “you’ll scare the sun away, be quiet!”

I plopped down next to her, and put my jacket around her shoulders, she scooched into me and whispered excited commentary to me like a faux-documentarian. She kept imploring me to watch the sunrise, but I found myself mostly looking at her wriggling with excitement. I could smell the campfire, the faint smell of sex-faded soap, and coffee as she told me the entire life story of this particular sunrise. Somewhere I got lost in her sense of wonder, and simmering energy, and I couldn’t resist kissing her. I ran my hand down her neck, faintly brushed my fingers down her collar and breast, and rested my hand on her hip. She was letting out very soft and pleasant moans into my mouth, and her breath was shuddering from the moment and the morning chill.

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“are you okay after last night?”

Sometimes we needed to … not vigorously fuck after vigorously fucking. And a very brash and uncaring part of me wanted to take Sadie on this bench and fill her dripping wet pussy. Sadie ran her hand down my body. She was pulling me in with her kiss, and pressing closer as she rubbed her hand over my cock straining against my jeans. She curled her fingers over the outline of my hard on and stroked with unbroken eye contact, breathing almost directly into my mouth.

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Unspoken, she unbuttoned my fly, and unzipped. Her breath became acutely ragged, and her eyes looked distant and starving the first moment her hand made unimpeded contact with my cock. We worked together to pull me out, and wriggle my pants down my hips, but she never stopped stroking. I snuck another kiss in her open mouth and her beat got faster. We were a little corkscrewed in a weird position on the bench with Sadie leaning over to jerk me off, so I gently guided Sadie to stand up in front of me. I proceeded to get more naked, but it wasn’t… dreadfully chilly. Sadie pulled off my jeans and underwear and placed them neatly on the ground in front of her. It took only a moment to catch on, as she leaned forward to kiss me before descending to her knees with my aching hard cock in reach of her face. A few firm, breathy strokes teasingly close to her lips, and the next moment she took the tip and half of my erection into her hot wet mouth. I felt every relevant neuron in my brain focus on that fact, and resigned to being pleasured.

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It was months, days, years, or minutes before I became conscious of the fact that my outdoorsy beautiful wood-elf of a girlfriend was doing something FOR me, and a more sensible part of my brain thought to do something for her. In the position I was in, I couldn’t think of much, so I ran my hands through her hair. Hoping to add some kind of … reinforcing, pleasant sensation for her? Her muscles kind of melted a bit, and the tense and frenetic muscles of her body seemed to calm, and relax as she continued to stroke my cock into her mouth. But the mood had gone from a bit crazed to… more languid and leisurely. I took this as a sign that I should convey my feelings through massaging her head and scalp, and maybe, very, very gently pulling Sadie’s hair as my fingers ran through it. She cooed and moaned, so I worked my way down to rub her neck a bit before she shook off the dazed sensation. Sadie gave me something I interpreted as a bit of a defiant glance that said “this is about YOU not ME… stop trying to hypnotize me by playing with my hair”. She seemed reinforced, but to be more lewd.

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Sadie lovingly kissed down the whole length of my cock and rubbed it against her face.

The combination of watching her eyes flit up to make eye contact and my dick being stroked against her soft smooth cheek was overwhelming enoughbut when I felt her hot breath against me as she gave a wide open, wet kiss to my thigh before repeating the same act on the base of my cock and alternately taking my balls into her mouth to gently roll them both with her lips- it was enough to make my hips swirl, and for me to grab the back of her head to steady myself.

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“get your camera out” she said panting as she rythmically pumped my spit-drenched cock.

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We took pictures of the sunrise… of Sadie’s kneeling nude body in teasingly arty poses. We snapped photos of my cock resting against her outstretched tongue… of my dick measured against the side of her face. We took pictures of her cheeks sucked in as she took me deep in her mouth. I won’t say I’m an expert videographer, but I captured her unflinching eye contact as she slid her lips around me while she worked her free hand between her legs to tease her clit. There may or may not be footage of us trading spots with her sitting on the bench, and Sadie holding the phone while I grabbed the sides of her head to fuck her mouth.

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We were both sweaty, alternately working with our backs to the fire, and only taking a momentary break to watch Sadie cum on her knees from touching herself. She knew I was getting close from the way my hips were rolling… and probably from something my face does when the human part of my brain is gone. There was something bewitching about this morning… sacrilegious and simultaneously sacred of my lover on her knees with my cock in her mouth, in commune with the sunrise and the crackling fire. She must have felt the same wild call as she came up for air and breathlessly panted

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“Cum on my face…” that was new for us. We had cum in front of each other, on each other, in tandem, for each other, in alternating order, and Sadie had swallowed me during blowjobs before but…

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she continued to stroke me inches from her face, my spit lubed cock making lewd wet smacks. I could feel her desperate short breaths, and the urgency of the moment…

I couldn’t hold back…

I had no need to. She had asked this of me.

So I came in strong, thick pulses across her outstretched tongue, her lips, her cheeks and chin. With wandering rivulets of cum dripping down her face and neck in the heat of the campfire. She looked like a beautiful and wild thing in that moment, as a self-satisfied grin crept over the corners of her mouth. It seemed heretical to capture this moment on camera, but we did. I recorded as Sadie took thick finger loads of my cum off her face, and pointedly sucked them clean… I remained hard, wordlessly bent her over the bench and fucked my beautiful, wild, outdoorsy lover until the embers of our morning campfire smoldered, and we felt the need to stop for lunch.

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