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Holiday in the naturist village
I've always loved to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, all over my skin. We were born naked, why lie in the sun with little clothes on?
So, having a garden, I equip it in the most appropriate way and enjoy the sun, the air that caresses me like a gentle man's hand, a bit of music that arrives in the distance, as I like it. I imagine myself on a beach of fine white sand and the sea with its light noise whispering words of love in my ears. It happens that the sun's warmth ignites fantasies. But that's not what I wanted to write. Damn it, I was getting off the subject! Well, I wanted to talk about this holiday in the naturist village.
A few months ago I met someone and we liked each other. Let's just say a tender friendship was born. Just tender? You'll say! Let's say that those rare times you find yourself fucking great. Is that okay?
So... The holidays are approaching and (let's call it) Fortunate, he proposes to me to go to this village. I'm enormously enthusiastic about it and I accept immediately. So booking, preparations, etc.
Of course my thought was to finally go naked in the middle of naked people, without prejudices and have many nice swims without the thought of losing the costume. Fortunato instead wanted to meet other couples to be able to make the "classic" couple exchange.
For me this would have been a new experience and so I accept even if not really willingly.
Living in different cities we decide to find ourselves on the street where I can leave my car in a quiet parking lot.
The time of departure... 4:00 a.m.
For fear of falling asleep I decide to leave at midnight and wait until 4 a.m. while sleeping in the parking lot.
At 4 o'clock on the dot I hear him lightly touch the window glass and he whispers to me: "Come my darling, our journey awaits us".
We hadn't seen each other for several days and the joy of seeing each other again was so great that we couldn't stop kissing, hugging, laughing...happy to meet again after so long and to have so many days of happiness in front of us! I felt soaked with desire and I felt that he too was craving me like crazy. I couldn't wait, I'd already waited too long. I pulled down the zipper on his pants and pulled it out... nice, big and hard. It was hot, it was throbbing in my hand. My lips pressed against the chapel to kiss her as I unbuckled his pants. Cars were driving by and it excited me even more.
It was nice to take it in my mouth, run my tongue around it and then push it all the way down, down my throat, feel my veins swelling and then lick it, lick it like a cone when the ice cream drips down.
I couldn't take it anymore. We hugged and while I was jerking him off he put two fingers inside me and I started to come crazy. Yes, Fortunato masturbates in a wonderful way. He starts slow and then he goes on faster until he feels me wet like a fountain, but he doesn't stop, because he knows that he can start again gently and then become violent, so that I can enjoy it, enjoy it, enjoy it ... infinitely.
But I wanted his cock!
I had it in my hand, almost hot!
The trunk door was up and he made me lean with my hands inside, my legs a bit wide and my skirt up.
Hearing me go in his cock ripped a long groan of pleasure.
He slipped into me in a sublime way and I felt the first orgasm ... long ... chilling. His strokes immediately sweet, as they became faster and faster and I enjoyed them, in the parking lot, with cars passing by, with the moon watching us and maybe someone watching. I felt his hands on my hips holding me while he hit me and I felt as if I had to reach the moon. But he, too, couldn't take it anymore and eventually he came with me into my pussy. How I love it when it fills me up! The moment he enjoys there are like vibrations and this, combined with the warmth of sperm, leads to a unique pleasure.
Well, we were ready to go. I pulled myself up, we hugged and kissed and he said to me, as usual: "you're my bitch, unique".
I've always loved to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, all over my skin. We were born naked, why lie in the sun with little clothes on?
So, having a garden, I equip it in the most appropriate way and enjoy the sun, the air that caresses me like a gentle man's hand, a bit of music that arrives in the distance, as I like it. I imagine myself on a beach of fine white sand and the sea with its light noise whispering words of love in my ears. It happens that the sun's warmth ignites fantasies. But that's not what I wanted to write. Damn it, I was getting off the subject! Well, I wanted to talk about this holiday in the naturist village.
A few months ago I met someone and we liked each other. Let's just say a tender friendship was born. Just tender? You'll say! Let's say that those rare times you find yourself fucking great. Is that okay?
So... The holidays are approaching and (let's call it) Fortunate, he proposes to me to go to this village. I'm enormously enthusiastic about it and I accept immediately. So booking, preparations, etc.
Of course my thought was to finally go naked in the middle of naked people, without prejudices and have many nice swims without the thought of losing the costume. Fortunato instead wanted to meet other couples to be able to make the "classic" couple exchange.
For me this would have been a new experience and so I accept even if not really willingly.
Living in different cities we decide to find ourselves on the street where I can leave my car in a quiet parking lot.
The time of departure... 4:00 a.m.
For fear of falling asleep I decide to leave at midnight and wait until 4 a.m. while sleeping in the parking lot.
At 4 o'clock on the dot I hear him lightly touch the window glass and he whispers to me: "Come my darling, our journey awaits us".
We hadn't seen each other for several days and the joy of seeing each other again was so great that we couldn't stop kissing, hugging, laughing...happy to meet again after so long and to have so many days of happiness in front of us! I felt soaked with desire and I felt that he too was craving me like crazy. I couldn't wait, I'd already waited too long. I pulled down the zipper on his pants and pulled it out... nice, big and hard. It was hot, it was throbbing in my hand. My lips pressed against the chapel to kiss her as I unbuckled his pants. Cars were driving by and it excited me even more.
It was nice to take it in my mouth, run my tongue around it and then push it all the way down, down my throat, feel my veins swelling and then lick it, lick it like a cone when the ice cream drips down.
I couldn't take it anymore. We hugged and while I was jerking him off he put two fingers inside me and I started to come crazy. Yes, Fortunato masturbates in a wonderful way. He starts slow and then he goes on faster until he feels me wet like a fountain, but he doesn't stop, because he knows that he can start again gently and then become violent, so that I can enjoy it, enjoy it, enjoy it ... infinitely.
But I wanted his cock!
I had it in my hand, almost hot!
The trunk door was up and he made me lean with my hands inside, my legs a bit wide and my skirt up.
Hearing me go in his cock ripped a long groan of pleasure.
He slipped into me in a sublime way and I felt the first orgasm ... long ... chilling. His strokes immediately sweet, as they became faster and faster and I enjoyed them, in the parking lot, with cars passing by, with the moon watching us and maybe someone watching. I felt his hands on my hips holding me while he hit me and I felt as if I had to reach the moon. But he, too, couldn't take it anymore and eventually he came with me into my pussy. How I love it when it fills me up! The moment he enjoys there are like vibrations and this, combined with the warmth of sperm, leads to a unique pleasure.
Well, we were ready to go. I pulled myself up, we hugged and kissed and he said to me, as usual: "you're my bitch, unique".
