First story post *** to pass the superfluous details.
I had met Finn during an interesting time in my life (a few years ago). I was 24 and had just gotten out of a long-term relationship, after I broke up with my Ex I felt like a weight had fallen off my shoulders. But I’ll admit, I was sort of a tornado sexually. For some reason my libido was out of control, the smallest looks or touches from a stranger I was remotely attracted to would make my heart beat faster and my whole body feel like it was in a constant state of a sweet but agonizing inferno. I felt a bit powerless to it, and ended up in quick sessions of love triangles that morphed into a love square. While it sounds amazing to be wanted and getting attention, it was honestly exhausting. Fast forward a month or so and I had been teetering on the edge of taking a romantic life break, this was particularly important since I was enrolled in a competitive post-graduate program and the idea of having to juggle multiple men was not very appealing as the summer ended and the fall semester began.
That is when Finn sort of barreled into my life. Finn had been a friend of a friend who I must have passed a hundred times but never noticed as we had both been busy with our own lives. We casually met on a night out where we danced the night away, he was an amazing and dirty dancer, basically owning my body on the dance floor. At one point I drunkenly ran my hand down his abs, and palmed his dick through his jeans as I noticed it was hard against me and smiled at him with a wink. Then I just wandered off, ghosting him in the crowd of the club. The members of the romantic love square happened to mostly all be at the same club, we all went to school together, and I ended up having an epically horrible make out session with one them in the stairwell – solidifying that that relationship was done and this break I had been deciding whether to take, was needed.
Quickly the first day of the semester arrived and my first day at the library I immediately run into Finn, who tells me he wants my number. I thought to myself, sure, I could use more friends, this guy likely isn’t interested in some mess who grabs his junk unexpectedly and just bounces. I was on smooth sailing into celibacy, regardless of my traitorous body, that’s what cold showers are for. Well Finn didn’t get the memo, he literally started to appear everywhere, this guy who I never saw all of the sudden was in lines behind me, in the parking lot, in the library. Normally I would say, no big deal, easy to ignore a charming guy or put him into the friend zone. But what you don’t know about Finn is he has the body of an Adonis – and he never wore clothes – being in some perpetual state of shirtless exercise between classes. He literally showed up for a lecture and was putting a shirt on as he walked in. So normal “hi, how are you” conversations would be me with him shirtless, slightly gleaning with sweat over his tan olive skin, his abs, lats and traps on full view. And did I mention he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of? I didn’t even know I liked a guy’s ass until I met him. So yea, I would look at him, and think, if this guy touches me, am I just going to cum right here in the middle of the parking lot?
Fast forward a few months, because yea, I started fucking this guy pretty quickly, and it actually turned into serious dating to my total surprise, we decide to go camping at the beach. The little island campsite we chose was right on the water, the waves lapping 10 feet away, our little blue two person tent set up to enjoy the view and the fire. But camping in a gorgeous setting came with a cost – tons of other people – including families with little children. Finn continually surprised me, I had originally thought of him as a gentle and kind pretty boy, but once we started to have sex I quickly learned that he had another side. As dusk fell he took an axe out of his car to cut some extra kindling for our fire. As I watched him chop wood and make us dinner I was a bit surprised to see he was so outdoorsy. He actually had brought a whole bag of camping supplies, telling me how he had been through a survival school as a teenager. He throws the bag into the small tent. As the pink sky fades to black, we decide to go into our tent for some alone time. I’m immediately excited, thinking perfect we are going to have some tent sex, a fantasy of mine, but every time we get close to starting something rowdy children from the neighboring camp sites start banging on our tent. Deciding to give up, and being lulled to sleep by the sound of the waves, we fall asleep early, both a bit sexually frustrated.
*** After falling asleep so early, we wake up pre-dawn and Finn reaches to brush my hair out of my face, the lose ends that had fallen out of the two long braids I had tied my hair into the night before. I guess a brief description of me is in order here. I have long blonde hair that at the time fell down past my waste so I would often wear it in two braids to sleep, blue eyes, sun kissed skin with a body that most call athletic but slender – sort of a surfer girl vibe. I had fallen asleep in his shirt on and bikini bottoms, after having spent the previous day in the water. I slowly moved to straddle on top of him, and he fingered the hem of my shirt with one hand, while rubbing his hand up my thigh to grab my ass with the other. My thought had been I would slowly strip him for some quiet morning sex, keeping in mind the constraints of our tight tent as well as the other sleeping tents just yards away. I giggled at his light touch as he moved his hand from my shirt to lightly dance over my stomach. Suddenly my laugh is silenced, as he grabs both my hips hard and flips me on my back. He takes his hand to cover my mouth, ensuring I stay quiet, lifting it momentarily as I take off my shirt so that we are chest to chest.
Finn slowly kisses down my body, muffling my little cries of pleasure as he slowly licks and then bites my erect nipples, palming my other breast. As me makes his way down further, my desire for him is amping up and I silently plead, the best I can in the relative dark, for him to take off my bottoms. He gets the idea from my squirms that I want to be pleasured and unties the sides of my bottoms and yanks them off to the side. He breathes hotly over the junction of where my thighs meet, but instead of using his mouth the way I want him to, he kisses down my legs, stopping as he hits the edge of the tent. He then kneels to the side of me, putting the hand back on my mouth that was lost as he kissed my legs, knowing I have a hard time being quiet. He rubs down my stomach to my pelvis, spreading my smooth skin with a “v” motion of his fingers building on a feeling in my core that is both relaxing and pleasurable. He takes his time, massaging my skin, pinching my exposed pink lips slightly that are slick with my excitement. As I grow closer to climax I start to squirm and moan, the early morning still silent, he coos me to be quiet, and slides his finger into my mouth for me to suck on as he plays with me. He increases pressure, slightly increasing seemingly casual brushes of my clit, this sets me over the edge and I cum hard, arching off the silky sleeping bag below me. He drags the hand that was at my mouth down my body, soothing the intense aftershocks of my orgasm as I catch my breath.
The dawn has slightly brightened, I see a hint of a glint in his eyes as he looks me over. He leans over and tells me to lay flat on my stomach. I tense a little, not knowing what he plans to do. Something else about Finn I have failed to mention is he is a bit larger than average, certain positions can make sex very intense as he pounds into my cervix in them, a sensation I would describe as a sweet pain but he has to be careful the pain doesn’t’ overwhelm the sweetness. He whispers in my ear, “I want to try something,” I nod, slight fear turning into a feeling of intrigue as he reaches into the bag he brought. He pulls out a nylon rope from the bag and says to me, “I’m going to tie you up now, is that okay?” Sort of in a dazed shock, I nod my head and whisper “okay”. He ties my hands together and then reaches down for my ankle, bringing it up to meet my tied wrists. My body stretches and bows as he slowly and firmly ties my wrists and ankles together, in a “hogtie” position. He rubs my side and asks me if I am comfortable, I nod yes, still a bit shocked but turned on. Where on earth did this dominating guy come? Now tied up, I notice the tent is even brighter than before, the small space starting to literally glow. And then I hear it, the slight chatter of others around us waking up. My body and mind bouncing between anxiety and the need for him.
He moves to kneel as low as he can between my spread legs. He groans as he palms my ass and spreads my cheeks, Finn is sort of obsessed with my ass and I can tell this view is really turning him on. I look over my shoulder the best I can, mouthing for him to “hurry” as the sounds of tents unzipping can be heard in the distance. He takes the head of his shaft and runs it through my exposed lips, finding them still wet and swollen. He slowly slides into me, aware that in this position his length and girth mean he needs to go slow. As he advanced as far as he can go, I let out a little cry as he hits my cervix, I bite the sleeping bag as I realize the volume of my voice. With one hand placed on the sleeping bag next to my side, the other on my ass, he starts to rhythmically thrust into me. He starts picking up pace as he realized there is no way I am going to be completely quiet with the intensity of this position, my arms and legs straining from the ropes they are tied in. I can tell he is holding in his moans, normally talking dirty to me during sex, his pace becomes a bit irregular as I feel him swell even larger inside me. He lets out a gritted teeth grunt as he comes inside me, my mind unable to let go to cum a second time as the noise of chatter had grown louder and closer. He moves to the side and unties me, kissing the cheeks of my ass gently and rubbing the points where the rope had been. Suddenly we hear a kid loudly yelling right next to our tent, both of us startled we begin to laugh.
We spent the rest of the day fending off interesting glances from the couple with the children in the campsite next to us, hopefully they enjoyed trying to figure out exactly what we were doing in there.
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