I fell asleep, exhausted, and awoke with MB standing over me, it was just light outside, and I'd said that I wanted to be tied up to the sunrise, so I showered quickly, grabbed a clif bar and a bottle of gatorade, and headed out with him, we found a small wooden structure, and I have no idea what its intended purpose is, but it was perfect for tying me up to, I was suspended from it in no time, floating in bliss, with the beautiful morning light all around me, and the sound of the birds in the trees filling the air. After taking photos of me from every angle, and admiring the fact that I was in rope space, and commenting that it's rare to find someone who truly loves rope like that, he took me down then, and we went over to one of the benches by the fire circle, he lay me down on it, and we had a kind of morning sex new to me, with the sun rising behind us, and the world empty of life except for the birds, post rope, blissful, relaxed but passionate.
We lay there for a few moments, smiling, savouring the sweet soft light, and then it was time to get back to the cabin, it was 7:45 by this time, and as D had said he wanted to wake up at 8, I went to give him his wake up call. I'm told that the best way for a man to be woken is by my lips on his cock, so I woke him, gently, softly, caressing his cock with my tongue, loving every inch of it, and then his eyes opened, and he looked down and me and smiled and stroked my hair, and I felt so happy. I guess it's just my place in life, making people happy with my mouth...
We fell asleep again though, and woke an hour later, headed to breakfast and then packed up in the cabin before reporting to HQ for clean up duties. When the cleanup was finally done, the cabins swept, the grass checked for foil packets, and the rigs taken down from the trees and good byes all said, we got into the car, still tired, but very very happy. I'm sure you can guess by now that I didn't spend the journey watching the road. What I did instead was perfect a new manoeuvre in my blow job arsenal, a combination of hand and mouth that led D to pull over shortly before we reached our destination, because one can't orgasm and drive safely at the same time, and his orgasms seem pretty intense to me! When we were driving along again, I put my leg up on the dashboard the better to get myself off, and as I asked to cum, his yes was joined with a big smile on his face. I spent the rest of the journey grinning, and said good bye sadly, I really hadn't wanted to leave camp, ever. If only it were a kinky commune of rope artists, just living there, having fun, doing our thing and enjoying the company of our friends and lovers in kinky, hippy harmony..... Ahhh pipe dreams...
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