I lay in the sleeping bag, wide awake listening to the noises of the forest around me. The wind was blowing in the trees, leaves rustling together quietly in a perpetual “Shhhh” sound, as if the forest itself were willing me to sleep. But sleep would not find me tonight, my mind was too hyped to slumber. The fire outside the tent crackled then popped, sending a slight shower of embers into the cool night air. The shadows of the chairs played across the side of my tent like small misshapen children, dancing awkwardly on bend limbs. There was a slight chill to the night, the recent rain had passed leaving cold damp earth in its wake. I was warm in my bed, listening to the sounds of the forest, waiting for the tell tale sounds of the other campers dozing off.

She had come to camp the previous night, bringing with her that infectious laughter and permanent smile. She had moved about camp, at once seeming at home, as if she had lived her entire life right there, and was tidying up for the recently arrived guests. Her thick woolen clothes hung loosely on her curves, hiding them from sight to all but the most trained eye. She was comfortable out here in the wild, and I imagined the forest was a mirror to her own spirit: calm, soothing yet savage at heart. The others laughed and played, drinking and joking as they went about their tasks. I tried to follow suit, to fit in with the others, but I could not get her out of my head. The way she walked, sure of herself. The way she laughed, light and happy, filling the air with her joyful soul. The way she sat quietly, absorbed in the latest novel, oblivious to her beauty and to the effects it had on the others around her.

I stopped breathing, straining to hear the faintest sounds of snoring coming from up the trail where some of the others had gone to be earlier. I tried in vain to hear the sounds of muffled love making from the couple sharing a tent a few yards beyond hers. I heard nothing but the forest, shushing me to sleep. When I was sure that the rest of camp had indeed retired for the night, I got up and left the tent. The sound of the zipper of the doorway was painfully loud in my ears, but I rationalized that they would think I was off to pee an so put it out of my mind. I waited outside the tent, peering into the darkness which was barely illuminated by the dying firelight. In a few moments my vision adjusted and I could make out the shapes of the chairs. Stepping carefully, I walked around the fire pit, avoiding the logs lined up there, prepped for the mornings breakfast fire. I stalked out of camp past the table, still stacked with the cups, empty of alcohol, now abandoned by their owners for the evening. Thank The Fates for that small favor, the alcohol induced slumber of my camp mates would work to my advantage tonight.

I slipped out of camp deftly avoiding the low hanging limbs along the path to her tent. I had been down there earlier, setting it up for her. I couldn't believe she asked me to do that, playing right into my plans. I didn't even have to find an excuse to scout out the route from my tent to hers. The universe smiled upon me and I took its gift with solemn thanks, memorizing every last step along the path, insuring that my trip would not be heard. I stood outside of her tent for what seemed like an eternity, letting myself anticipate the coming events. I could feel my cock start to stir, the sound of her slow even breathing exciting me. I wanted to pull down my pajama bottoms, whip out my cock and masturbate there in front of her tent door, leaving my seed in the dirt at her feet like some sort of pagan gift to the goddess. Instead I steadied my nerves and took the last few steps to her tent door.

Slowly I unzipped the nylon zipper, sliding it with one hand while I held the thin material in my other hand. It took maybe 5 minutes to make the opening large enough that I could enter, but I did it without waking her, or anyone else for that matter. Once inside, I could smell her, the light floral scent of her hand soap belying the ruggedness of the outdoors, letting me know that this was ALL woman. I spent an equally agonizing time waiting just inside the doorway, kneeling there next to her bed while I watched her sleep. It was a shame to wake such a beauty, but I had needs. I had tried to ignore them, but she insisted on teasing, insinuating that it was my touch that she craved. I had almost cum in my jeans earlier when she had slipped, telling another camper that I was the only one who could touch her feet. She had immediately apologized, but I knew the Freudian slip was what she truly believed in her heart.

I looked around the tent, noticing for the first time the neat orderly way it had been laid out. I frowned, almost sad that I was about to turn this order into chaos. I looked back at her, breathing slowly, her chest falling in a mesmerizing rhythm. Finally I could take no more, I moved over her, dropping myself onto her, pinning her legs with my own, my right hand clasping her mouth shut as my left grappled to collect her hands. I was able to grab her right hand in mine before her eyes shot open in astonishment. She tried to say something but my hand prevented it.”Shhh” I barked in her ear, and the wind picked up, adding the leaves chorus to my command “ssssshhhhhhh” it said. I growled as quietly as I could into her ear, making sure that she felt the intensity of my voice. “I'm not going to hurt you, unless you make me.” She hit at me with her free hand, squirming to get free, but I held her down. I ignored her hand, I knew pain and she was a fairly strong woman, but I endured the pain like I had so many times before, grabbing the rubber ball gag out of my pocket and raising it to her face.

“Do you see this?” I asked. She stopped struggling and nodded, apparently feeling that the docile approach might get her some leniency. “I have to use it” I said, “or we might wake the others. You don't want the others to wake up”. I glared into her eyes, finally seeing that she understood. I used my free hand to place the ball in her mouth quickly, not allowing her to scream. I wrapped the leather strap around her head and patted the velcro into place. That gag was not coming off anytime soon. I removed another leather strap from my pocket and grabbed for her free hand. She struggled again, with more vigor, obviously in more of a panic now that she realized there would be no grace for good conduct. I struggled with her in silence, finally anchoring both wrists in my big hand over her head. As I wrapped her wrists in the second leather strap I explained, “I cannot take chances, and therefore cannot let you have any freedom. However, I can be a LOT rougher, if you continue to fight me. It's your choice”. I saw a brief light of rebellion flash across her visage but then the realization of futility surfaced and she laid back, relaxing some and let me finish binding her arms together.

I smiled, the calm smile of someone who is in charge. Her tits pulled up very nicely under the t-shirt with her hands bound above her head like that. I reached over to the side of the tent, grabbing the rope I had laid there just inside the doorway. I ran a length of it up between her legs, letting my hands pause on her thigh and caress the firm flesh there. Damn she had a muscular physique, hidden behind the false facade of housewife, this woman was a fucking tiger! I leaned over her, reaching around her full hip to grab the rope from behind her. Pressing my face into her crotch I inhaled deeply, smelling the nervous excitement that our wrestling had caused and feeling my own excitement grow within me. I moved my body up hers, sliding my chest up over her abdomen until I was looking in her eyes. I brought the rope between her shoulder blades, and tied looped it around the leather straps at her wrists. My left hand held her wrists over her head while my right hand slid up under her shirt to tingling at the feel of soft warm skin under my finger tips. I ground my rigid cock into her thigh at the same time I leaned close to her ear and pulled at the lobe with my lips.

The smell of her neck was intoxicating. I bit it gently, licking in a slow circle along the same path that my teeth had just been. Her skin was smoky and salty and tasted wonderfully of woman. I could feel my erection get harder. “You have been a tease, and I need release” I told her. My right hand roamed up her shirt, caressing the underside of her breast. I slid down, kissing her nose and then taking her nipple in between my teeth and squeezing firmly. I wasn't causing pain, this was exploration, discovering all of the tastes, smells and sensations I had fantasized about over the past few months. I slid further down, my hand coming back down out of her shirt and caressing her hips while the other grabbed the rope between her legs and pulled. Slowly the twisted fibers drew her hands down behind her head. I folded the rope a few feet below her ass and tied it in a simple knot, leaving a loop exposed and creating a kind of stirrup. I hooked my foot into it, pushing with just enough pressure to keep her hands firmly behind her head.

Lying across her crotch, holding her legs apart with my body I retrieved another length of rope and fashioned a sort of belt out of it, wrapping it around her waist three times before tying it off. I checked it, slipping two fingers underneath the side of the belt where her hips were, insuring it was loose enough to allow blood flow. When I was done, I lifted my foot, allowing enough slack in the rope tied to her wrists and weaved it into the back of her belt and tying it off. With her hands now incapacitated over and behind her head, I undid her pants. I kissed her stomach, just above her mons between the zipper, moaning as I did. I sat back, pulling them down over her round ass and down her legs. I couldn't help but notice that it was easier than expected, she was no longer fighting me.

I bent back down, pressing her legs under my arms as I reached around each hip to grab her ass in my hands as I buried my face into her panties. Her odor was all I had ever dreamed it would be, sharp and sweet, mimicking her personality. I pushed the panties out of my way with my tongue, licking at the wet labia like a man lost in the desert and finally coming upon a water hole, needing to quench his week long thirst. My hands kneaded her ass, pulling at the panties, wanting to feel her bare pussy on my face. I ripped her panties out from under her as quickly as I could, my hunger now unstoppable. Tossing the aside I dove back into the warm moist cavern of her sex. My lips and tongue worked her pussy, tasting the tart raunchy 'haven't had a shower in days' taste mingling with the sweet viscous 'ready to fuck' creaminess that I loved. I felt her push back against my face, and licked faster, sending my tongue deeper into that blazing furnace of her cunt. I licked the tip of my tongue along the upper side of pussy, just under the clitoris. Back and forth my tongue went, fast and flat, dragging the rough ridges of my taste buds across her clit as if it were trying to compete with a vibrator.

I felt her shudder, and my hand shot up under her shirt, pinching her nipple without ever missing a beat with my tongue, I pressed her nipple between my fingers, slowly increasing the pressure as my tongue flicked across her pussy, lightly touching the tip of her now sensitive hot button. She squirmed, moaning behind the ball gag and I tasted the flash of wetness that signaled victory. Her orgasm flushed down her pussy and I lapped at it as quickly as I could, not wanting to waste a single drop of the precious liquid that I had worked so hard to get. I kicked off my bottoms, not even noticing where they went. My shirt came off next, tossed in the back corner of the tent over her head. I slid up her body, letting the heat of her cunt wash over my now bare skin. I pulled her shirt up and over her head, leaving it bunched around her wrists and the leather binding. I pressed my body onto hers, letting her feel my need pressed against the outside of her pussy as my mouth kissed her bare breasts. I let my tongue draw small circles around each nipple before kissing my way up to her neck again. With my face nuzzled in her neck, sucking gently enough to make her feel alarm at the possible hickey but not hard enough to actually do anything, I felt my dick twitch again, becoming like granite.

I could wait no longer. I sat up, grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my rigid cock, burying it deep in that fiery warmth. I saw her eyes widen in fear at the lack of condom but I withdrew immediately and she looked at me suspiciously. I climbed up, lifting the velcro next to her ear and removing the ball gag. I spun around, kneeling beside her head and pressed my cock into her mouth. I heard her moan briefly as I leaned forward, pressing my face back into her cunt. I licked her slowly, taking care to be gentle with the hyper sensitive labia and clitoris all the while fucking her face in a slow rhythm. Her mouth was divine and after a few minutes I could contain myself no longer, cumming in her mouth, and shuddering as my penis rammed into her throat.

I fell off of her face to the side, spent. With the last bit of energy I climbed back around, laying naked next to her bound body, I kissed her passionately on the lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth so that I too could taste the hot viscous traces of cum on her tongue and lips. I reached behind her head, and with the deftness of practice I pulled the quick release knot loose from her wrists and unbound the leather from them. I removed the rope belt and lay there, next to her, neither of us speaking for what must have been 20 minutes. Finally, my strength returned, I arose, kissed her once more on the lips, again on the clit and drew her covers over her. I gathered my things, tossed on my pajama bottoms, and slipped back into the night to my tent, where sleep was waiting for me.

The next morning, as we were all packing up to leave, our eyes met and locked, just for a second. But in that second, I knew....camping would never be the same again!