Trailer Sex pt. 1

Camping brings out the best and the worst of people. For example I hate the outdoors. Not the outdoors part, or the scenery part, or the weather part, but rather I hate the nature part, and the bugs part. This weekend the Cheif and I went "camping". I use the term loosely since it consisted of staying in the trailer outside my grandmothers house. But the mosquitos were birdsized and that is enough to make me want to hide inside all day. But even more than hiding inside all day, I enjoy hiding inside all night.

Sex anywhere can be tricky. You need to continually be aware of your surroundings and environment and use it to create the best experience possible while avoiding the worst embarassments possible. Sex in a trailer is twice as tricky. The first obstacle is the fact that there are other people sleeping in the same tiny confined space as you are (No. I have absolutely no moral qualms about this. If you don't want to listen, plug your ears. I will not halt my sex life because you are squeamish). The second is the fact that the trailer moves around and squeaks like a MOFO. Every simple toss and turn even while sleeping can cause the whole contraption to squeak and moan and rattle. Not really condusive considering your sharing the space.

The alternative of course is something that doesn't necessairly require the motions of sex but offers, for at least half of the team, the exact same (if not more, usually more) amount of pleasure. The scared and revered blow job. Despite what men believe/want a mind blowing blow job can be completed with very, very little motion. We learned this valuable lesson while camping.

After the family had went to almost sleep I pulled the Chief out of his boxers through his button holes. His penis is like Houdini anyway, always finding its way out, I was just helping. The look of surprise that we were going to attempt anything during this trip was clear. When I slid him into my mouth the shock that we could have so much fun and be oh so quiet was written all over his face. With each suck and lick and tease and slide deeper and deeper his hips started to rock ever so slightly. His breathing got louder, and when he was told to be quiet I think it made it that much more. The moonlight was filtering in through the windows casting a sensual glow to already pale skin, letting him watch every flick of the tongue, every inch that disappeared into my mouth.

When he came his whole body convulsed as his spilled hot down my throat. Licking and sucking him clean had him spasming and gasping out loud. Tucking him back into his boxer buttonhole was utterly satisfying.

Even more satisfying was the, "Fuck babe. Best EVER." comment that escaped his lips is labored breath before we both curled up and collapsed into a deep and satisfying sleep.

Moonlight Blowjob, the best he says he's ever had.