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August 2016: finally the day of departure for the holiday arrives and seen our destination, a renowned naturist campsite in Croatia, the luggage was definitely 'light' and contained the minimum necessary for the period of stay. The heaviest piece of luggage was perhaps my lady's leopard trolley, where she jealously guarded all the 'necessities of pleasure'. vibrators of various sizes, single and double strapon, various whips, etc.etc.. Our companions of adventure were Elisa and Mario, by now become our true friends (and thrombam friends).
With them the fun was assured in everything and for everything. We traveled during the last hours of the night and the first light of dawn, to arrive as soon as possible near the campsite and have the possibility of a better choice of some beautiful and comfortable pitch, left free by those who had already spent their holiday there.
The time to check-in at the reception, set up the tents and complete the setting up of our 'temporary summer residence', which around 11.30 am we were already lying on the deckchairs under the hot sun and especially completely naked ! Around us people of all kinds, of all ages and coming from different places in Europe (I think, perhaps, that Germany was the most represented) and in any case all united by a great sense of absolute freedom.
All this has nothing to do with sex at all, on the contrary, it gives you the strong awareness that you can live your body freely without any malice or restriction, because this is precisely the meaning of it and it is also what you want. Those naked bodies, which move absolutely 'free' to do all those 'daily' actions that belong to us, make it more and more pleasant to be able to do it.
But all this does not absolutely preclude our desire for 'pigtiness' and transgression, which 'distinguishes' us from the happy little family, quiet and carefree in the kitchen, busy at every hour of the day cooking all sorts of meat or sausages from the most varied compositions (and in the air you could perceive all the 'smells'!). Our 'summer residence' did not have any kind of kitchen (except a small electric cooker for coffee and a small fridge to keep the excellent sangria and the many bottles of Pignoletto brought from Italy fresh).
The large tent (4.5x3) inside which there were our two comfortable double beds almost 'joined' together, was the 'fulcrum' of everything, where we would spend our moments of total relaxation and absolute pleasure, along with those spent during the normal 'sea life' and those lived on the boat (the latter, booked early and which will be the scene of many moments of total enjoyment).
The first day was definitely quiet. The voyage, the acclimatization to that new situation, the first sun that began to gild our naked bodies, helped to make it so, but within us there was a great desire to live pleasant moments of sex in total sharing, which did not take long to arrive and in fact, already on the second day began all our fantastic 'games'.
That morning, it was Sunday, we took the boat to enjoy the beauty of the nearby coasts and land in some cove of the many islands not far away. The sea was a board and made it easier to navigate. At the bow my she and Elisa were lying in the sun, legs open, making the scenery even more interesting and suggestive.
During the whole navigation, Mario and I were at the helm, contemplating the beauties of nature, including those two flares with their legs apart that fully enjoyed the sea breeze, and that caressed their big lips. The erection of our birds didn't take long to arrive, so much so that Mario in a moment was already between the two of them, holding their legs always open, as if they were waiting to be fucked from one moment to the next, they began to take the bird, first in their hands and then start sucking it, while I watched them in admirable contemplation but at the same time I was about to stop the boat, worrying about carefully lowering the anchor, making sure it was well placed on the bottom, its top well stretched and avoiding any possible contact with other boats in the 360° if the little wind had suddenly changed direction.
While I was doing all this, my bird had not been 'distracted' at all by such operations, on the contrary, the situation we were experiencing contributed to make it even more exciting. My she and Elisa were 'sucking' Mario's cock so much that I saw it literally 'disappear' into their mouths, now of one, now of the other. I approached them, placing my own bird on a 'silver tray', willing to be welcomed by those two ravenous mouths, so much so that at that point, they sucked them both, as if there was no tomorrow.
Moments of absolute pleasure that transported us completely, but regardless of the fact that many other boats began to arrive in that quiet cove and in many of them there were full families, with children in tow. So reluctantly we had to interrupt that wonderful moment, which would soon lead us to unleash our most animate 'animal instincts'. Once the roles of the 'model crew' had been restored, we set sail at anchor, heading quickly to our 'base camp', where we would continue the pleasant start of the programme that had just started in each of us, no one excluded.
Throughout the return navigation, we looked like children about to arrive at their promised amusement park, where everyone would find their favourite merry-go-round. When we got to the pier, we moored the boat in a hurry, but with great care. Anchored the moorings, with the bow and stern tops, we disembarked so quickly that we looked like the Marines at the time of the Normandy landing. We, too, were conquering one certain thing: pleasure.
When we reached base camp, orders were imperative for everyone: quick showers and everyone quickly gathered (or rather, grouped) on that comfortable Latvian 'four-square'! None of us went a minute too far: only 5 minutes were spent in all. Just enough time to get the taste of salt out of our skin and rinse each one of us carefully between our legs.
... "So, where were we?" ... "So, where were we?" ... said smiling my she, who still had her mouse wet and certainly not from the effect of the shower just taken, but from the water left from the sucking started in the boat..... "Come on Mario, come here I'll keep you doing what we were doing on the boat with Elisa, my he will take care of it then she will... "It's nice like this too, isn't it?"...
While she was saying that our birds almost immediately resumed the position 'combat', their sensitivity to those words of his did not wait and that's how we started all over again. I saw her, without any embarrassment (and this excited me even more), suck her bird again and almost at the same time I felt Elisa's warm lips starting to suck my bird, made even more turgid by the vision of my she who was divinely engaged in her oral art.
We continued to lick and suck ourselves so much of that time that the pleasure felt by each of us could almost be touched by how great her 'presence' was. It seemed as if we had multiplied by what we were doing there was not a moment's respite between one change of position or situation to another. It was a wonderful afternoon that culminated with the coming of each of us in a fantastic way. The 'sketches' of our moods were scattered all over our bodies and even on that four-square bed, which was the scene at that moment of the first of many moments of pleasure, as the life-motive of our entire vacation.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I'll never tire of repeating it! A wonderful holiday and with good companions of travel and adventure, which would have made all this possible and ... so much more. It's not over: this is just the beginning!!!!
With them the fun was assured in everything and for everything. We traveled during the last hours of the night and the first light of dawn, to arrive as soon as possible near the campsite and have the possibility of a better choice of some beautiful and comfortable pitch, left free by those who had already spent their holiday there.
The time to check-in at the reception, set up the tents and complete the setting up of our 'temporary summer residence', which around 11.30 am we were already lying on the deckchairs under the hot sun and especially completely naked ! Around us people of all kinds, of all ages and coming from different places in Europe (I think, perhaps, that Germany was the most represented) and in any case all united by a great sense of absolute freedom.
All this has nothing to do with sex at all, on the contrary, it gives you the strong awareness that you can live your body freely without any malice or restriction, because this is precisely the meaning of it and it is also what you want. Those naked bodies, which move absolutely 'free' to do all those 'daily' actions that belong to us, make it more and more pleasant to be able to do it.
But all this does not absolutely preclude our desire for 'pigtiness' and transgression, which 'distinguishes' us from the happy little family, quiet and carefree in the kitchen, busy at every hour of the day cooking all sorts of meat or sausages from the most varied compositions (and in the air you could perceive all the 'smells'!). Our 'summer residence' did not have any kind of kitchen (except a small electric cooker for coffee and a small fridge to keep the excellent sangria and the many bottles of Pignoletto brought from Italy fresh).
The large tent (4.5x3) inside which there were our two comfortable double beds almost 'joined' together, was the 'fulcrum' of everything, where we would spend our moments of total relaxation and absolute pleasure, along with those spent during the normal 'sea life' and those lived on the boat (the latter, booked early and which will be the scene of many moments of total enjoyment).
The first day was definitely quiet. The voyage, the acclimatization to that new situation, the first sun that began to gild our naked bodies, helped to make it so, but within us there was a great desire to live pleasant moments of sex in total sharing, which did not take long to arrive and in fact, already on the second day began all our fantastic 'games'.
That morning, it was Sunday, we took the boat to enjoy the beauty of the nearby coasts and land in some cove of the many islands not far away. The sea was a board and made it easier to navigate. At the bow my she and Elisa were lying in the sun, legs open, making the scenery even more interesting and suggestive.
During the whole navigation, Mario and I were at the helm, contemplating the beauties of nature, including those two flares with their legs apart that fully enjoyed the sea breeze, and that caressed their big lips. The erection of our birds didn't take long to arrive, so much so that Mario in a moment was already between the two of them, holding their legs always open, as if they were waiting to be fucked from one moment to the next, they began to take the bird, first in their hands and then start sucking it, while I watched them in admirable contemplation but at the same time I was about to stop the boat, worrying about carefully lowering the anchor, making sure it was well placed on the bottom, its top well stretched and avoiding any possible contact with other boats in the 360° if the little wind had suddenly changed direction.
While I was doing all this, my bird had not been 'distracted' at all by such operations, on the contrary, the situation we were experiencing contributed to make it even more exciting. My she and Elisa were 'sucking' Mario's cock so much that I saw it literally 'disappear' into their mouths, now of one, now of the other. I approached them, placing my own bird on a 'silver tray', willing to be welcomed by those two ravenous mouths, so much so that at that point, they sucked them both, as if there was no tomorrow.
Moments of absolute pleasure that transported us completely, but regardless of the fact that many other boats began to arrive in that quiet cove and in many of them there were full families, with children in tow. So reluctantly we had to interrupt that wonderful moment, which would soon lead us to unleash our most animate 'animal instincts'. Once the roles of the 'model crew' had been restored, we set sail at anchor, heading quickly to our 'base camp', where we would continue the pleasant start of the programme that had just started in each of us, no one excluded.
Throughout the return navigation, we looked like children about to arrive at their promised amusement park, where everyone would find their favourite merry-go-round. When we got to the pier, we moored the boat in a hurry, but with great care. Anchored the moorings, with the bow and stern tops, we disembarked so quickly that we looked like the Marines at the time of the Normandy landing. We, too, were conquering one certain thing: pleasure.
When we reached base camp, orders were imperative for everyone: quick showers and everyone quickly gathered (or rather, grouped) on that comfortable Latvian 'four-square'! None of us went a minute too far: only 5 minutes were spent in all. Just enough time to get the taste of salt out of our skin and rinse each one of us carefully between our legs.
... "So, where were we?" ... "So, where were we?" ... said smiling my she, who still had her mouse wet and certainly not from the effect of the shower just taken, but from the water left from the sucking started in the boat..... "Come on Mario, come here I'll keep you doing what we were doing on the boat with Elisa, my he will take care of it then she will... "It's nice like this too, isn't it?"...
While she was saying that our birds almost immediately resumed the position 'combat', their sensitivity to those words of his did not wait and that's how we started all over again. I saw her, without any embarrassment (and this excited me even more), suck her bird again and almost at the same time I felt Elisa's warm lips starting to suck my bird, made even more turgid by the vision of my she who was divinely engaged in her oral art.
We continued to lick and suck ourselves so much of that time that the pleasure felt by each of us could almost be touched by how great her 'presence' was. It seemed as if we had multiplied by what we were doing there was not a moment's respite between one change of position or situation to another. It was a wonderful afternoon that culminated with the coming of each of us in a fantastic way. The 'sketches' of our moods were scattered all over our bodies and even on that four-square bed, which was the scene at that moment of the first of many moments of pleasure, as the life-motive of our entire vacation.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I'll never tire of repeating it! A wonderful holiday and with good companions of travel and adventure, which would have made all this possible and ... so much more. It's not over: this is just the beginning!!!!
