As the winter begins in earnest and I’m home with a cold that’s rendered me weak and cranky my thoughts have turned to summer… or particularly, summers passed.
My sweetheart has a thing about light. He likes to do it with the lights on and for that matter so do I, we’ve been known to fuck in the living room and use the reading lamp to create a bit of theatre. We have nice lamps that throw around a warm, flattering light in our bedroom at home. I have a beautiful little antique silk shade on my side of the bed and he has a brighter, whiter lamp on his bedside table, together they combine to make enough light to see the juicy details but keep the atmosphere intimate. The bedroom we have under control, it’s camping that throws up all sorts of challenges when it comes to lighting design.
Friends kind of make fun in a light hearted way when they know we’re off to camp over the summer (at powered sites) I don’t exactly pack light. Our tent based bedroom is a love nest – rug on the floor, top grade mattress, underlay, good cotton sheets, bedding according to the season, extra pillows and a soft furry rug – the bedside table is usually makeshift, a box of some kind that we’ve used to transport our stuff – upturned it holds the lamp, a travel clock, a book or three and a drink – the ever so handy built-in tent pockets alongside our heads hold lube and massage oils in carefully zip locked bags. I see no reason to abandon comfort or the trappings of leisure that I enjoy at home – I’m not backpacking, I’m not required to carry this stuff on my back, I will make a tent my home in the fashion of a luxury safari as opposed to that of a scout.
That said, as mentioned before at this blog, the proximity to one’s neighbours in the highly sought after beachside paradise that is the coast not far from here, can be tricky for the vocally inclined or even the visually inclined. Without careful attention to light placement you can find yourself putting on quite the shadow play…
Thing is, I like to see him, he likes to see me, the way he looks is a major turn on for me and he’s very fine looking. At home in our bedroom, we often like to be at opposite ends of the bed and tease each other just with looking, drinking each other in, in a leisurely way. Camping, whilst it appears to be about living more simply, if even for a short time, can actually make lovemaking more complicated, so we play this balancing game of wanting to remain relatively private, quiet and discreet but wanting to be able to see each other. That’s where the candles come in.
A couple of years ago as part of a school fundraiser we bought a batch of pretend candles. When I say pretend, I mean they are short, squat candles made in a soft, cream coloured plastic with a low golden light powered by a couple of batteries. They sound dreadfully tacky but in fact they are quite sweet and have done duty when the occasion needed some sort of safe night light for our kids. Anyway, the candles seem to find their way into our camping gear regularly and the children keep them close to their camp beds in case of midnight toilet excursions.
On this particular evening our kids were tucked into their sleeping bags, fast asleep after a busy day at the beach, cosy on their stretcher beds, zipped into their own private tent bedroom, their father and I just on the other side of the canvas wall in our own space.
It’s warm and we’re naked, we kiss, he kneels alongside my head so that I, without too much effort can lazily take him into my mouth. Everything is going along fine. He looks beautiful, long sleek body poised right there. He feels so good on my tongue, in my throat. He stifles little groans. I suck quietly as his hands roam all over my body. We have light. It’s a nifty torch that converts to a lamp that gives off a soft glow but not soft enough to blur the now explicit shadows of his kneeling body complete with rampant cock, that paint the outer wall of our tent. He notices this.
“Hold on,” he says.
I reluctantly relinquish his cock while he leans across and shifts the lamp to another position aiming to obliterate the shadows.
“Okay, that should do it.”
Only it doesn’t. Now the shadow quite clearly shows my head bobbing towards his belly while his cock slips down my throat – in, out, in, out.
This makes me giggle and it’s hard to giggle when you’ve got a mouth full of lovely cock.
“Just a sec, this should fix it.”
Again he shifts the lamp. Again I resume my work, all the more eager for the interruption.
Somehow this time the effect of the lamp is to make us both huge, so not only are we naked, and cock sucking, but enormous, our shadow taking up an entire wall of the tent. The end wall. The wall that faces onto our fellow campers tent.
“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, cussing under his breath. “I’ll be back.”
He zips through the wall and disappears into the kid’s room, grinning he returns with a plastic, pretend candle. My sweetheart can be ingeniously single minded, remarkably inventive and clever when his quest involves my mouth around his cock.
He turns off the pesky lamp.
The room plunges into darkness, emerging into dim light as our eyes adjust to whatever moonlight makes itself available and the warm glow of the pretend candle.
He kneels again, thank goodness I think, looking forward to snuggling my head into his lap again, picking up where we left off, feeling him grow hard again in my mouth. Apparently we had the shadow issue under control. We could relax.
Everything was okay until I took the opportunity to glance upward from my place at his thighs to see my sweetheart with the aforementioned battery powered faux candle held proudly aloft, his arm high above his head, dim light of the candle cast triumphantly heavenward.
For a brief moment I saw myself sucking the Statue of Liberty, I know she has no cock but dear God I broke out laughing, he laughed too but tried to silence me by pushing his cock further down my throat, but my mirth wouldn’t be contained.
By the fourth night we thought of the brilliant idea of moving the light sufficiently to the outer edge of the tent so that it threw what shadow it might back into the tent
Of course, now we’re back home, I can’t look at the little candles in the same light ever again.
My sweetheart has a thing about light. He likes to do it with the lights on and for that matter so do I, we’ve been known to fuck in the living room and use the reading lamp to create a bit of theatre. We have nice lamps that throw around a warm, flattering light in our bedroom at home. I have a beautiful little antique silk shade on my side of the bed and he has a brighter, whiter lamp on his bedside table, together they combine to make enough light to see the juicy details but keep the atmosphere intimate. The bedroom we have under control, it’s camping that throws up all sorts of challenges when it comes to lighting design.
Friends kind of make fun in a light hearted way when they know we’re off to camp over the summer (at powered sites) I don’t exactly pack light. Our tent based bedroom is a love nest – rug on the floor, top grade mattress, underlay, good cotton sheets, bedding according to the season, extra pillows and a soft furry rug – the bedside table is usually makeshift, a box of some kind that we’ve used to transport our stuff – upturned it holds the lamp, a travel clock, a book or three and a drink – the ever so handy built-in tent pockets alongside our heads hold lube and massage oils in carefully zip locked bags. I see no reason to abandon comfort or the trappings of leisure that I enjoy at home – I’m not backpacking, I’m not required to carry this stuff on my back, I will make a tent my home in the fashion of a luxury safari as opposed to that of a scout.
That said, as mentioned before at this blog, the proximity to one’s neighbours in the highly sought after beachside paradise that is the coast not far from here, can be tricky for the vocally inclined or even the visually inclined. Without careful attention to light placement you can find yourself putting on quite the shadow play…
Thing is, I like to see him, he likes to see me, the way he looks is a major turn on for me and he’s very fine looking. At home in our bedroom, we often like to be at opposite ends of the bed and tease each other just with looking, drinking each other in, in a leisurely way. Camping, whilst it appears to be about living more simply, if even for a short time, can actually make lovemaking more complicated, so we play this balancing game of wanting to remain relatively private, quiet and discreet but wanting to be able to see each other. That’s where the candles come in.
A couple of years ago as part of a school fundraiser we bought a batch of pretend candles. When I say pretend, I mean they are short, squat candles made in a soft, cream coloured plastic with a low golden light powered by a couple of batteries. They sound dreadfully tacky but in fact they are quite sweet and have done duty when the occasion needed some sort of safe night light for our kids. Anyway, the candles seem to find their way into our camping gear regularly and the children keep them close to their camp beds in case of midnight toilet excursions.
On this particular evening our kids were tucked into their sleeping bags, fast asleep after a busy day at the beach, cosy on their stretcher beds, zipped into their own private tent bedroom, their father and I just on the other side of the canvas wall in our own space.
It’s warm and we’re naked, we kiss, he kneels alongside my head so that I, without too much effort can lazily take him into my mouth. Everything is going along fine. He looks beautiful, long sleek body poised right there. He feels so good on my tongue, in my throat. He stifles little groans. I suck quietly as his hands roam all over my body. We have light. It’s a nifty torch that converts to a lamp that gives off a soft glow but not soft enough to blur the now explicit shadows of his kneeling body complete with rampant cock, that paint the outer wall of our tent. He notices this.
“Hold on,” he says.
I reluctantly relinquish his cock while he leans across and shifts the lamp to another position aiming to obliterate the shadows.
“Okay, that should do it.”
Only it doesn’t. Now the shadow quite clearly shows my head bobbing towards his belly while his cock slips down my throat – in, out, in, out.
This makes me giggle and it’s hard to giggle when you’ve got a mouth full of lovely cock.
“Just a sec, this should fix it.”
Again he shifts the lamp. Again I resume my work, all the more eager for the interruption.
Somehow this time the effect of the lamp is to make us both huge, so not only are we naked, and cock sucking, but enormous, our shadow taking up an entire wall of the tent. The end wall. The wall that faces onto our fellow campers tent.
“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, cussing under his breath. “I’ll be back.”
He zips through the wall and disappears into the kid’s room, grinning he returns with a plastic, pretend candle. My sweetheart can be ingeniously single minded, remarkably inventive and clever when his quest involves my mouth around his cock.
He turns off the pesky lamp.
The room plunges into darkness, emerging into dim light as our eyes adjust to whatever moonlight makes itself available and the warm glow of the pretend candle.
He kneels again, thank goodness I think, looking forward to snuggling my head into his lap again, picking up where we left off, feeling him grow hard again in my mouth. Apparently we had the shadow issue under control. We could relax.
Everything was okay until I took the opportunity to glance upward from my place at his thighs to see my sweetheart with the aforementioned battery powered faux candle held proudly aloft, his arm high above his head, dim light of the candle cast triumphantly heavenward.
For a brief moment I saw myself sucking the Statue of Liberty, I know she has no cock but dear God I broke out laughing, he laughed too but tried to silence me by pushing his cock further down my throat, but my mirth wouldn’t be contained.
By the fourth night we thought of the brilliant idea of moving the light sufficiently to the outer edge of the tent so that it threw what shadow it might back into the tent
Of course, now we’re back home, I can’t look at the little candles in the same light ever again.
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8 comments:
The title drew me in, then I couldn't stop laughing as I read this post! How freakin' romantic...
I'd love to hear the perspective of the person from the outside watching these shadows struggle to find the right set-up
Hi Hubman, it was a pretty funny sight I have to tell you. I think because he is very tall with really long limbs and so the candle was so very high in the sky - it all turned out well enough! They say that overcoming obstacles can add spice... :)
Hilarious and sexy! Loved it.
Gods, I love your descriptions... being as we're in the north, methinks I should look into camping very soon.
Hello dear HJfan, am happy you enjoyed it! Was great fun at the time and the recounting brings back a little of it :)
Hey there Ang, nice to see you again. Thanks for the nice feedback. Camping is always a great change of scene and pace for us which also seems to do nice things for our relationship.
Give me your tired, your poor, your nekkid masses...
That's a great story. I love that lamp. :)
Thanks Ben and 13 - it was a fun time - looking forwward to our camping holiday this summer!
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