Master and I began planning a winter vacation last evening, and I am so excited for it already! We will be leaving in about a month, and it is very nice to look forward to something fun, especially during the doldrums of winter.
One of the major reasons I'm so excited is because when we are traveling, Master seems to find inspiration to introduce new forms of play into our sexual dynamic. The element of surprise that he springs on me tests my submission and exhilarates me like nothing else. He seems to enjoy adding more public elements into his repertoire as well, which also thrills me as somewhat of an exhibitionist (hence the photos on this site...) I think when we're in a place away from home and out of our everyday element he feels more comfortable trying riskier acts knowing the odds of us being caught by someone who could recognize us are slimmer.
In the meantime, I have some sizzling memories of previous trips to keep me cozy as February rolls into view... I wanted to share several of our vacation stories with
you, so I
hope you enjoy this first one about this past summer when Master and I went camping together. We both love being outdoors, and there is nothing like immersion in nature to make you unwind, relax, and feel truly free...
We usually stay in more secluded state campgrounds because we prefer the tranquility of the wild, but this summer we accidentally ended up staying at one of those campgrounds with RV's, permanent mobile homes, activities, live music, and children everywhere you looked (nothing against kids, it's just usually not our scene...) So we ended up spending a lot of time away from our campsite and patrolling the abundant local state parks in the area.
One of the parks we visited had many winding trails, and several paths led to public beach clearings that were virtually deserted compared to our campsite beach with people fishing, teenagers partying, and kids running all over. After settling into one such spot along a small curve in the coast, it wasn't long being together in that serene moment with the sun piercing the sky overhead and the surf humming its sacred chant behind us that we both began to feel a communion with one another. The only people we saw were down the coastline in the distance.
I stretched across a towel next to my Master wearing only a little bikini, having already removed my very low-cut and ridiculously short cover-up. Master began to kiss me in the sand, and I remember loving the feeling of his firm hand moving over my radiating skin. He suddenly pulled back from our embrace with a smile on his face, and my heart skipped a beat when he said I should remove my top. I glanced around, unhooked the little bandeau in the back, and then felt it drop to my thighs as I untied the neck strap. He began rolling my nipples between his fingers as he kissed me some more. I am American, and you cannot be topless as a woman on a public beach, so the thrill of being caught had my heart racing.
So when Master broke our embrace again grinning, I knew he had something else in mind. He looked at me and said that I should also remove my bikini bottoms. I was terrified but felt so safe being with him that I complied without hesitation, making me completely naked on a secluded but public beach. Master began fingering my now very wet pussy, and I think it pleased him because he pulled his dick from his bathing trunks and had me bend forward with my ass in the air so I could suck him.
As I worked hard on my Master's cock, exposed to the world on that beach, his finger began transferring the abundant juices flowing from my excited pussy and stuffing them into my asshole, lubricating me deeper and deeper. I was so intent on slurping up his succulent dick and enjoying the ever-increasing fingers in my asshole that I didn't realize that Master had begun to fuck me with our trusty butt-plug be had sneaked in our bag. Believe me I noticed when he stuffed it all the way in, popping past the seal.
At that time, we noticed that a beach patrolman was heading towards us on an ATV, and although we were still out of his view, we scrambled to separate and cover ourselves. Master stuffed his engorged cock back into his trunks and I threw on the incredibly skimpy cover-up over my body, butt-plug handle protruding from my asshole. We acted cool as the patrolman passed by, barely acknowledging us with a nod, and at that point we decided to pack up and head back to the car to finish what we had started.
I started to slip on my bikini bottoms, but Master told me I couldn't. We gathered up our towels and other gear, my nipples poking out of my "dress" and pussy dancing with the breeze every time I bent over, and started to walk back to the car.
On the trail on the way back, we passed by some people who were evidently headed to the little spot we had only just recently defiled (what a surprise they'd have had if they had arrived just fifteen minutes earlier!) I cannot say if they noticed my very hard nipples poking through and over the top of my poorly-named "cover-up," the bottom of my butt cheeks clearly visible from behind, or even the bright red plastic emerging from my ass because I was too embarrassed to lift my head.
But I do know that the orgasm that I had when we got back to the car could have toppled the trees around us.
So I cannot wait to see what my Master cook up on our upcoming vacation...
xoxo, Slut
UPDATE 2-4-2012: Master decided be would like to post a selection of the photographs he took that day. You can view them on his Slut Saturday post here.
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