*click* to pull them off......
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Our HNT #39
We ordered a fun play item online and due to an unfortunate mixup, our paid order went astray. As a result, when everything was straighted out, they sent us our original item, plus these cute threaded and beaded clothes pins as an extra treat. We enjoyed trying them out!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
L's Naughty pic of the week.
V and I take lots of pictures that we can't use for HNT because of self imposed rule that we both need to be in the picture in some way. We've decided that we will post some of these pics that aren't really HNT appropriate for you to see because we've noticed that visitors really appreciate our pictures.
Recently SlipperyWhnWhet posted a very nice pic of a cane mark on her Tumbler which inspired me to get out my own crop and try to reproduce the effect on V's backside. The fruit of my labours can be seen below.
Recently SlipperyWhnWhet posted a very nice pic of a cane mark on her Tumbler which inspired me to get out my own crop and try to reproduce the effect on V's backside. The fruit of my labours can be seen below.
TMI Tuesday 8/9
Her: I saw you flirting with her. Cheater!
Him: It’s not cheating if we don’t have intercourse.
Here we are, my first kick at the can for TMI Tuesday.
Interesting questions - here goes!
1. You have been separated from your significant other for six months. An attractive, attentive neighbor has paid you flattering attention. It is obvious he/she wishes to take the relationship further. Do you:
a. Dismiss him/her, you’re in a committed relationship.
b. Continue to flirt, but go no further.
c. Fantasize about him/her, but take care of your sexual needs solo.
d. Let the affair become physical.
My answer here depends on what "separated" means. If my husband were also attractive and attentive and all was right in our world, but he just away on business for 6 months, then the answer would be (a). If by "separated" you mean that we are on our way to divorce, then I'd consider myself free to do as I please and the answer is slightly different. In spite of that, my answer would probably be (b) or (c). I don't want to have an affair with a neighbour - way too close for comfort.
a. Dismiss him/her, you’re in a committed relationship.
b. Continue to flirt, but go no further.
c. Fantasize about him/her, but take care of your sexual needs solo.
d. Let the affair become physical.
My answer here depends on what "separated" means. If my husband were also attractive and attentive and all was right in our world, but he just away on business for 6 months, then the answer would be (a). If by "separated" you mean that we are on our way to divorce, then I'd consider myself free to do as I please and the answer is slightly different. In spite of that, my answer would probably be (b) or (c). I don't want to have an affair with a neighbour - way too close for comfort.
2. A male co-worker whom you have heard is great in bed and very well endowed has been flirting with you a lot. He obviously wishes to start a relationship. Do you:
(This question is for women AND men).
a. Make it clear to him you’re not interested.
b. Flirt with him but go no further
c. Mentally undress him and wonder what he’d be like in bed.
d. Let the relationship become sexual.
(This question is for women AND men).
a. Make it clear to him you’re not interested.
b. Flirt with him but go no further
c. Mentally undress him and wonder what he’d be like in bed.
d. Let the relationship become sexual.
Simple. It's work - same as above - way too close for comfort. I'd probably choose (a). This, however would not preclude (c).
3. Your significant other is impotent most of the time, showing little interest in you and little interest in being sexual. Do you:
a. Resign yourself to no sex.
b. Satisfy your needs with masturbation
c. Find someone who can satisfy you sexually but remain with your significant other
d. Leave him or her
3. Your significant other is impotent most of the time, showing little interest in you and little interest in being sexual. Do you:
a. Resign yourself to no sex.
b. Satisfy your needs with masturbation
c. Find someone who can satisfy you sexually but remain with your significant other
d. Leave him or her
Unable? Or unwilling? As it happens, I have quite a bit of experience with this one! I started with (a) with a little bit of (b) thrown in (okay..a lot of (b))...but then when after YEARS (b) wasn't enough, I moved to (c) and met L, my lover. Working on (d).
4. The last time you and your mate had sex, were you:
a. Concentrating mostly on him/her, and you didn’t even orgasm
b. Thinking about your pleasure and theirs.
c. Concentrating mainly on your own pleasure.
d. Used his/her body as a tool to reach your own orgasm.
4. The last time you and your mate had sex, were you:
a. Concentrating mostly on him/her, and you didn’t even orgasm
b. Thinking about your pleasure and theirs.
c. Concentrating mainly on your own pleasure.
d. Used his/her body as a tool to reach your own orgasm.
I like to think I'm a very generous sexually with my lover. I believe (a) applies - I often start out focused solely on him - the thing is, I get so much pleasure from pleasuring him, I often end up having an orgasm anyway. Sometimes (b) applies too.
5. What kind of partner do you prefer while making love or having sex?
a. Tender, loving, slow and sweeet
b. I don’t care, just do me; it’s been a while
c. Tough, take-charge, I like it a little rough
d. Any lovin’ is good lovin’
5. What kind of partner do you prefer while making love or having sex?
a. Tender, loving, slow and sweeet
b. I don’t care, just do me; it’s been a while
c. Tough, take-charge, I like it a little rough
d. Any lovin’ is good lovin’
There's something to be said for each of these options - times I can think of where each would have its merits. All thing being equal, however, my favourite is going to be (c) with a little (a) thrown in once in a while.
Bonus: Do you mind if your significant other ogles/checks out another sexy person? What if they comment on that person, do you mind that?
I have no issue with ogling or comments - in fact I've been known to point out sexy women to him and start the dialogue myself. I'm not generally a jealous person, especially if my partner has made it clear that they are committed to me.
Bonus, Bonus: What are your thoughts on the TMI Tuesday image above and the caption beneath it?
Bonus, Bonus: What are your thoughts on the TMI Tuesday image above and the caption beneath it?
I agree with the statement - flirting is NOT cheating. I am flirty, but I am also quite shy, so I am not so overt with my flirtiness, unless I've been drinking. My lover is a very flirty man and often when we are out, he will spend time chatting up other women - it doesn't mean he's going to go home with them or sleep with them and it doesn't bother me at all. Nobody else has the capacity to dictate how you feel about something - jealousy is all about how you yourself deal with what's going on around you.
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Monday, August 8, 2011
He said: The Boss's Office or Ride Him Cowgirl
It was cleaner night, time was of the essence and one of my coworkers was working late. We could do the blow job in the car bit but girlie days were fast approaching and if I didn't fuck V this day it would be 4 or 5 days before she could get her fill of L man meat. What to do, what to do? Killing two birds with one stone, the boss's office has a lock and it would be sweet revenge to bang on the floor in his office to get back at him for all the imagined injustices of the past few years.
We had to be quick. I snuck V in, arranged the blanket on the floor while she closed the blinds then we stripped off our clothes. V ever the resourceful one made it her mission to get me prepared as quickly as was practical. After a few perfunctory kisses I laid on my back and she worked her lips down my body to my cock and sucked me until I was rock hard. I had decided that V was going to ride me like the good cowgirl she is this particular day. Condom on and she mounted up. We were soon at a canter but I decided to let her take the reigns and soon she was bouncing up and down at a full gallop. When she was getting close I decided to put the spurs to her, grabbed her nipples and pulled hard. Her nostrils flared and she whooshed and came. The squeezing of her muscles as she came pushed me over the edge. Like any good cowgirl she knew that it was essential to wipe down her ride afterwards. Her mount appreciated how tender and thorough she was as he relaxed and nickered his approval. Sadly it was time to gather up the tack and hit the O so happy trail.
Bet you didn't think this was going to end up as a Western, I must be a literary genius based on my ability to squeeze in so many horse metaphors.
We had to be quick. I snuck V in, arranged the blanket on the floor while she closed the blinds then we stripped off our clothes. V ever the resourceful one made it her mission to get me prepared as quickly as was practical. After a few perfunctory kisses I laid on my back and she worked her lips down my body to my cock and sucked me until I was rock hard. I had decided that V was going to ride me like the good cowgirl she is this particular day. Condom on and she mounted up. We were soon at a canter but I decided to let her take the reigns and soon she was bouncing up and down at a full gallop. When she was getting close I decided to put the spurs to her, grabbed her nipples and pulled hard. Her nostrils flared and she whooshed and came. The squeezing of her muscles as she came pushed me over the edge. Like any good cowgirl she knew that it was essential to wipe down her ride afterwards. Her mount appreciated how tender and thorough she was as he relaxed and nickered his approval. Sadly it was time to gather up the tack and hit the O so happy trail.
Bet you didn't think this was going to end up as a Western, I must be a literary genius based on my ability to squeeze in so many horse metaphors.
She said: Plan C
We've had comments in the past expressing amazement at how often we are able to get together. Though the fact is that getting together can sometimes be an intricate dance for us, it's one we've become quite adept at and we usually manage to see each other at least twice most weeks. Lunches are fairly easy - there's nobody keeping tabs on either of us, except perhaps the boss, but we both have a lot of flexibility there. Evenings after work are often possible and though there are two evenings that work particularly well for us both and allow for a longer time together, we are always careful to mix it up and not meet on the same nights every week. This means that by necessity sometimes our visits can be relatively short. We also go out to social events in the evenings from time to time - most times we are 'together' but there are other times we are both there, but not 'together' - and those can sometimes be even trickier to organize. Once we get by all of these hurdles, then we are still not home-free. Add to that mix traffic that can eat into our alone time, girly days and co-workers that like to work late and sometimes I have to feel thankful that we get to spend any time together at all!
The old adage of "where there's a will, there's a way" certainly applies to us, however. This night, Mr. I'mworkinglatetoday posed a bit of an unusual challenge we hadn't run into before. Mr. I'mworkinglatetoday has key-card access to our usual area, as this is where he normally works during the day - as well as when he stays late. Just our luck, this night he was working late, but in the regular office area. This meant that not only would our usual area be risky (having already been caught half-naked by one of L's co-workers, I had no desire for a repeat performance), but it also eliminated our usual Plan B - L's office. It was one of the short nights I mentioned above - we needed to be out before the cleaners arrived - so time was very limited, and we were both very aware of the clock ticking as we were deciding what to do when L came up with Plan C.
We went into the secured area, but instead of heading to our usual spot, we headed down a different hallway to another office - belonging to L's boss. With someone else having access to surprise us, this office had two benefits that our usual spot did not....it was closer to the access door, so we'd hear the buzz of the key-card right away if someone was entering the area, but still have sufficient time to react and also the office door had a lock, where our usual area does not. We went in and closed and locked the door. I lowered and closed all the blinds in the big, bright corner office while L moved a meeting table to one side and spread our blanket on the floor. As I lay down beside him, L asked again if I was okay with the location, but I was fine with it. In fact, I mentioned how deliciously naughty it felt to fuck in his boss's office. He laughed and asked me if it didn't feel naughty fucking in his office. Of course, it did!
L set his alarm and then took me in his arms and kissed me. Our hands caressed each other as we kissed. I rolled up onto my knees and kissed my way down his body, stopping to lick his nipples and grazing my teeth and running my tongue along his chest and stomach. No time for subtlety, I took his cock in my mouth and he groaned as I licked and sucked him to an impressive state as quickly as possible. L wanted me on top today, so I straddled him and impaled myself on his cock.
Filled to the hilt, I started to move. It felt wonderful. Girly days were close, so not only was I extra horny, I was also extra sensitive and every movement seemed to hit all the right spots both internally and externally. I tried to mix it up - long, slow strokes, followed by shorter, faster ones - and it wasn't long before I had "that feeling" bubbling inside of me. "I'm close, baby" I whispered. He moved his hands to cover my breasts and pinched my nipples as his hands bore the weight of them, putting me over the edge. Several things happened at once now - a very powerful orgasm hit me - I could feel the intense contractions of my pussy squeezing his cock buried deep inside me. Simultaneously, I felt a sudden gush of wetness from where we were joined and L, with his eyes shut and head back, said, "I'm cumming, too!"
Tired, I lay on L's chest for a few moments, my pussy still convulsing around his cock from time to time. I could feel the wetness on my bottom and in his pubic hair and was silently glad that I had happened to bring a box of wipes that day to add to our mischief bag. Mostly recovered, I lifted myself off of L, to a bit of a surprise. Not only had I gushed all over L, but also there was also evidence that girly days were well and truly here!
Fortunately, L and I have talked about this eventuality before. Although he had assured me numerous times that it would not bother him in the least, he has always respected my hesitation to engage in sex so close to (or even during) girly days, as it is rooted in a bad past experience for me. Something very much the same happened to me unexpectedly once in my early days of marriage and to say that the reaction was 'very negative' would be a gross understatement of what actually happened. I truly never want to go through a demeaning experience like that again.
Thankfully, L really is made of sterner stuff and is always true to his word, so I trusted that he wouldn't mind and decided not to be too worried about it myself. Realizing by my mutterings what had happened and thinking I'd be mortified, he lay back with his eyes closed, as I busied myself opening the new package of wipes. Finally getting it going, I removed the condom from him and using multiple wipes, cleaned him thoroughly (okay, maybe a little more than was necessary - he seemed to be enjoying it!) before taking off to the bathroom to look after myself. By the time we were ready to leave, Mr. I'mworkinglatetoday had gone for the day and we had a few scant minutes before the cleaners were due. L walked me to my car and hugged and kissed me. Goodbye, until next time!
The old adage of "where there's a will, there's a way" certainly applies to us, however. This night, Mr. I'mworkinglatetoday posed a bit of an unusual challenge we hadn't run into before. Mr. I'mworkinglatetoday has key-card access to our usual area, as this is where he normally works during the day - as well as when he stays late. Just our luck, this night he was working late, but in the regular office area. This meant that not only would our usual area be risky (having already been caught half-naked by one of L's co-workers, I had no desire for a repeat performance), but it also eliminated our usual Plan B - L's office. It was one of the short nights I mentioned above - we needed to be out before the cleaners arrived - so time was very limited, and we were both very aware of the clock ticking as we were deciding what to do when L came up with Plan C.
We went into the secured area, but instead of heading to our usual spot, we headed down a different hallway to another office - belonging to L's boss. With someone else having access to surprise us, this office had two benefits that our usual spot did not....it was closer to the access door, so we'd hear the buzz of the key-card right away if someone was entering the area, but still have sufficient time to react and also the office door had a lock, where our usual area does not. We went in and closed and locked the door. I lowered and closed all the blinds in the big, bright corner office while L moved a meeting table to one side and spread our blanket on the floor. As I lay down beside him, L asked again if I was okay with the location, but I was fine with it. In fact, I mentioned how deliciously naughty it felt to fuck in his boss's office. He laughed and asked me if it didn't feel naughty fucking in his office. Of course, it did!
L set his alarm and then took me in his arms and kissed me. Our hands caressed each other as we kissed. I rolled up onto my knees and kissed my way down his body, stopping to lick his nipples and grazing my teeth and running my tongue along his chest and stomach. No time for subtlety, I took his cock in my mouth and he groaned as I licked and sucked him to an impressive state as quickly as possible. L wanted me on top today, so I straddled him and impaled myself on his cock.
Filled to the hilt, I started to move. It felt wonderful. Girly days were close, so not only was I extra horny, I was also extra sensitive and every movement seemed to hit all the right spots both internally and externally. I tried to mix it up - long, slow strokes, followed by shorter, faster ones - and it wasn't long before I had "that feeling" bubbling inside of me. "I'm close, baby" I whispered. He moved his hands to cover my breasts and pinched my nipples as his hands bore the weight of them, putting me over the edge. Several things happened at once now - a very powerful orgasm hit me - I could feel the intense contractions of my pussy squeezing his cock buried deep inside me. Simultaneously, I felt a sudden gush of wetness from where we were joined and L, with his eyes shut and head back, said, "I'm cumming, too!"
Tired, I lay on L's chest for a few moments, my pussy still convulsing around his cock from time to time. I could feel the wetness on my bottom and in his pubic hair and was silently glad that I had happened to bring a box of wipes that day to add to our mischief bag. Mostly recovered, I lifted myself off of L, to a bit of a surprise. Not only had I gushed all over L, but also there was also evidence that girly days were well and truly here!
Fortunately, L and I have talked about this eventuality before. Although he had assured me numerous times that it would not bother him in the least, he has always respected my hesitation to engage in sex so close to (or even during) girly days, as it is rooted in a bad past experience for me. Something very much the same happened to me unexpectedly once in my early days of marriage and to say that the reaction was 'very negative' would be a gross understatement of what actually happened. I truly never want to go through a demeaning experience like that again.
Thankfully, L really is made of sterner stuff and is always true to his word, so I trusted that he wouldn't mind and decided not to be too worried about it myself. Realizing by my mutterings what had happened and thinking I'd be mortified, he lay back with his eyes closed, as I busied myself opening the new package of wipes. Finally getting it going, I removed the condom from him and using multiple wipes, cleaned him thoroughly (okay, maybe a little more than was necessary - he seemed to be enjoying it!) before taking off to the bathroom to look after myself. By the time we were ready to leave, Mr. I'mworkinglatetoday had gone for the day and we had a few scant minutes before the cleaners were due. L walked me to my car and hugged and kissed me. Goodbye, until next time!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Our HNT #38
This picture brings back memories of a fun day. We were messing around with the camera and after taking a number of pictures, we came up with the idea for this "hand bra" shot. L took the first shot (shown below), previewed the picture and pronounced that there was "too much squeeze". Laughing, we set up for a second shot and came up with the previously posted version that some of you may remember (see it here).
We've had some struggles this week and weren't able to get a picture for this week's HNT, so we had to resort to going through our "rejects" to choose one to use, and this is what we came up with. Enjoy!
We've had some struggles this week and weren't able to get a picture for this week's HNT, so we had to resort to going through our "rejects" to choose one to use, and this is what we came up with. Enjoy!
Too much squeeze?
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Monday, August 1, 2011
She said: The Naked Lunch
Some time ago, we saw an ad inviting people to an event at the "clothing optional" beach. That's where the idea came from. Always up for trying something new, we thought it might be fun to go to that beach on our own. Since this beach is on an island in the lake, we checked out the ferry schedules, thought about how we could make it work and one day weeks later, we packed up and headed down to board the ferry for our beach outing.
We bought our tickets for the boat, took the short ferry ride and disembarked at the other end, where we had a 1 km walk to the beach. We set up a beach umbrella, spread our blanket and plopped down - fully clothed - to take stock and look around. There were lots of people on the beach, both male and female, however there were many, many more naked men than women. Also, many of the naked men seemed to be paired up - not surprising though, since I had read that that beach is a common gathering place for gay men.
L took off his shirt and I removed my jeans and t-shirt, he down to his shorts and me stripped down to the bathing suit I wore underneath. After spraying him thoroughly with sunscreen, we ate lunch and relaxed and chatted and had a great time. Soon after lunch, L unbuckled his belt and started to remove his shorts and underwear. I said, "Look at you, getting all naked!" Inspired, just a few minutes later I pulled down the top half of my bathing suit, tucking it into the bottom half and went topless.
A young couple planted nearby were quite amusing. She wore a bikini and he a g-string and they strutted around their beach blanket acting like porn stars. He stood well back from their blanket and every move she made, he commented on how great that would look (on film, we assumed) as he lined up the shots between his spread fingers. They loudly discussed her lack of tan lines and he begged her to go into the tanning bed with her bathing suit on next time because he wanted to be able to see the tan lines in the shoot. She constantly moved between standing and lying down, posing and moving in such a way as to be contrived while he uttered cries of "Yes!" and "That's it!". He moved toward her from time to time, running his hands down her thighs or arms or whatever, and when she re-applied suntan lotion for him, she made a big show of running her fingers up and down the crack of his ass as she glanced around to see who was watching.
Fortunately, we had to leave before "amusing" slipped into "annoying" (but we only just made it, trust me!). We didn't get to spend too long on the beach - it took us an hour to get there and would take us another hour to get back, plus we had to work within the confines of the ferry schedules. Though we had a great time, we agreed to look upon our trip that day as a dry run and decided to return another time, better prepared and more aware of timing and expectations. Several days later, L asked me if I'd like to go back to the beach again in a couple of days time. I agreed and we immediately looked at ferry schedules, what times we could get out, how long we could stay out, etc. and worked out a plan. This time we brought a bit more stuff with us and were more confident about timing and so on.
The beach was much more crowded this time, but we managed to find a good spot and set up our umbrella and blanket. I once again wore a bathing suit, but this time with a pair of shorts and a cover up over it. The cover up was essentially a completely sheer sleeveless shell that was just a bit long to be called a top, but yet too short to be called a dress. It was scorching hot that day and after sitting for a few minutes, I decided it was too hot for all these clothes. I was going to remove my cover up and shorts and strip down to my bathing suit as I had the previous week, but then thought that I'd make the first move this time and be cooler (temperature-wise, of course!) - and a little more daring - by removing everything except my sheer cover up instead! Bathing suit and shorts discarded, I lay back on the blanket. L mentioned needing some sunscreen and I happily offered to apply it, starting with his back.
Lotion this time instead of spray, I squeezed the sunscreen out onto one hand, rubbed them together and then massaged it into his back. As I sat on my bottom with legs to one side of L, it was very uncomfortable and difficult to reach all of him, so I pulled one leg in to my chest and moved it to the other side of him so that he was seated between my legs, allowing me better balance and ability to lean forward to reach all of him. Adding some more sunscreen, I finished his back, making sure I didn't miss any spots, then did both his arms. He then turned around to face me and I did his neck and chest. Since it was girly days, I made a joke about not being able to get naked, as I'd still have my string and he looked down between my open legs to catch a peek of my bare pussy and to see if he could, indeed, see the string. He could.
I finished up and we lay on the blanket - me on my back and L on his side facing me, relaxing in the shade of the umbrella. L reached over and started undoing the top button of my cover up, then moved to undo the next one. Though I did not react outwardly, my mind was racing - was he going to undo them all? That would leave me naked and exposed. I was just thinking about if I'd be ready or comfortable with that when he stopped. I told him I thought he was going to undo them all and he said he only wanted to undo a couple, because I looked too buttoned-up and formal for the beach. Soon after, I sat up and L decided to remove his shorts and underwear around the same time. As he did so, I also removed my cover up. Making sure he also got some sunscreen on his nether regions, we then both sat naked on the blanket enjoying the gorgeous day.
There were lots more naked people on the beach that day than the previous week, including many women. Men of all ages, shapes and sizes paraded up and down the beach. Gentlemen, if you are ever feeling inadequate about your penis size, you should definitely make a trip to the nude beach. I turned to L at one point and told him I had never seen so many men with tiny penises in my life! Of course, they were all - well almost all, anyway - flaccid. Though nearly all of the penises I've seen have been attached to people in porn movies and therefore not the best indicator of "average", I do know from past experiences that in real life, not only do some small flaccid penises have the potential to be way better than adequate once appropriately engorged, I also know that some penises that are impressive-looking when flaccid don't get much larger than that when hard. It is my personal opinion that skill far outweighs size in the bedroom - nonetheless most men seem to be obsessed with how they measure up (hehehe). A visit to a nude beach gives you a pretty good idea of what most guys are packing and it might be of great help to the many men who for whatever reason feel inadequate in that department.
Having brought quite an array of food, throughout the afternoon we munched on fruit, vegetables, wraps and other snacks. As the sun moved, we adjusted our blanket under the umbrella so that we remained largely in the shade, though toward the end, I decided to stay in the sun for a while and we arranged the blanket so that half was in the sun and L could remain on the other half in the shade - unfortunately, the sun and L are not good friends! After a while on my back and then on my front, I was very hot and we decided to take a quick dip in the water to cool off. I am very self-conscious about my body, so while it was one thing to sunbathe naked on our blanket, it was quite another to walk around that way, so I pulled my bathing suit back on before taking L's hand to walk down to the water. The water was cool and refreshing on my overheated body. As I walked out up to my knees and turned, I realized L wasn't enjoying the cold water as much as I was. I encouraged him to come in further and I immersed my whole body. Continuing to coax him, we were both eventually completely covered, out far enough that L was standing on the bottom with just his head above water while I bobbed, floating beside him.
I put my hand on his back and realized his skin was covered in sand, stuck to the sunscreen I had rubbed on him earlier. As I floated behind him, I ran my hands up and down his back, then all over his body in the water to loosen the sand until I could feel no more grit. When I reached around his body and made sure there was none on his cock, he called me naughty. I did try not to be too naughty...I didn't want poor L to have to walk out of the cold water with a hard on! We stayed in the water for longer than intended and when I was finally shivering with the cold, L suggested we get out. He dried off in the hot sun quite quickly and as he sat dry on the blanket, he mocked me for wearing my swimsuit as I stood beside him on the sand trying to drip dry. Our (naked) neighbour on the next towel started a conversation with us and by the time we finished chatting we checked the time and realized it was later than we thought. We quickly got dressed and packed up - we were running late to catch the ferry back. I told L I had to pee, but would wait to use the washroom at the ferry docks, just to be sure that we had time to do so.
Agreeable, L started out. I tend to walk fast, but I have a much smaller stride than L, so it was quite an amusing walk. Normally he shortens his strides for me, so it's easy for me to keep up, but being in a hurry this time, L walked at what was an easy full-strided pace for him, while I fell behind constantly. Every time he got ahead by about 10 feet, I'd jog it out to catch up with him - not easy when you have to pee! So it went for the entire walk back to the ferry. L offered a couple times to stop on the way back so I could pee, but I knew that that 5 minute break would cost us over 30 minutes if we missed the ferry and I was pretty sure I could wait, so on we went. As it happens, we barely arrived in time and just made it on board as they pulled up the ramp behind us.
The ferry docked in the city and we started heading to the car. L again offered to wait while I found a public bathroom somewhere, but I said I was okay and we hurried to pack up the car and head out. We drove back to the mall where we had met earlier and he transferred his stuff back to his car. L asked me if I had fun - I certainly had! With a hug and a kiss, we parted. When I got home, I parked, grabbed all my bags out of the car and made a beeline inside for the bathroom. I was sunkissed and windswept and sandy and after (finally!) getting a chance to pee, I took a lovely cool shower and changed into some light clothing. I saw after that it had gone as high as 43C (109F) - a very hot day in more ways than one!
We bought our tickets for the boat, took the short ferry ride and disembarked at the other end, where we had a 1 km walk to the beach. We set up a beach umbrella, spread our blanket and plopped down - fully clothed - to take stock and look around. There were lots of people on the beach, both male and female, however there were many, many more naked men than women. Also, many of the naked men seemed to be paired up - not surprising though, since I had read that that beach is a common gathering place for gay men.
L took off his shirt and I removed my jeans and t-shirt, he down to his shorts and me stripped down to the bathing suit I wore underneath. After spraying him thoroughly with sunscreen, we ate lunch and relaxed and chatted and had a great time. Soon after lunch, L unbuckled his belt and started to remove his shorts and underwear. I said, "Look at you, getting all naked!" Inspired, just a few minutes later I pulled down the top half of my bathing suit, tucking it into the bottom half and went topless.
A young couple planted nearby were quite amusing. She wore a bikini and he a g-string and they strutted around their beach blanket acting like porn stars. He stood well back from their blanket and every move she made, he commented on how great that would look (on film, we assumed) as he lined up the shots between his spread fingers. They loudly discussed her lack of tan lines and he begged her to go into the tanning bed with her bathing suit on next time because he wanted to be able to see the tan lines in the shoot. She constantly moved between standing and lying down, posing and moving in such a way as to be contrived while he uttered cries of "Yes!" and "That's it!". He moved toward her from time to time, running his hands down her thighs or arms or whatever, and when she re-applied suntan lotion for him, she made a big show of running her fingers up and down the crack of his ass as she glanced around to see who was watching.
Fortunately, we had to leave before "amusing" slipped into "annoying" (but we only just made it, trust me!). We didn't get to spend too long on the beach - it took us an hour to get there and would take us another hour to get back, plus we had to work within the confines of the ferry schedules. Though we had a great time, we agreed to look upon our trip that day as a dry run and decided to return another time, better prepared and more aware of timing and expectations. Several days later, L asked me if I'd like to go back to the beach again in a couple of days time. I agreed and we immediately looked at ferry schedules, what times we could get out, how long we could stay out, etc. and worked out a plan. This time we brought a bit more stuff with us and were more confident about timing and so on.
The beach was much more crowded this time, but we managed to find a good spot and set up our umbrella and blanket. I once again wore a bathing suit, but this time with a pair of shorts and a cover up over it. The cover up was essentially a completely sheer sleeveless shell that was just a bit long to be called a top, but yet too short to be called a dress. It was scorching hot that day and after sitting for a few minutes, I decided it was too hot for all these clothes. I was going to remove my cover up and shorts and strip down to my bathing suit as I had the previous week, but then thought that I'd make the first move this time and be cooler (temperature-wise, of course!) - and a little more daring - by removing everything except my sheer cover up instead! Bathing suit and shorts discarded, I lay back on the blanket. L mentioned needing some sunscreen and I happily offered to apply it, starting with his back.
Lotion this time instead of spray, I squeezed the sunscreen out onto one hand, rubbed them together and then massaged it into his back. As I sat on my bottom with legs to one side of L, it was very uncomfortable and difficult to reach all of him, so I pulled one leg in to my chest and moved it to the other side of him so that he was seated between my legs, allowing me better balance and ability to lean forward to reach all of him. Adding some more sunscreen, I finished his back, making sure I didn't miss any spots, then did both his arms. He then turned around to face me and I did his neck and chest. Since it was girly days, I made a joke about not being able to get naked, as I'd still have my string and he looked down between my open legs to catch a peek of my bare pussy and to see if he could, indeed, see the string. He could.
I finished up and we lay on the blanket - me on my back and L on his side facing me, relaxing in the shade of the umbrella. L reached over and started undoing the top button of my cover up, then moved to undo the next one. Though I did not react outwardly, my mind was racing - was he going to undo them all? That would leave me naked and exposed. I was just thinking about if I'd be ready or comfortable with that when he stopped. I told him I thought he was going to undo them all and he said he only wanted to undo a couple, because I looked too buttoned-up and formal for the beach. Soon after, I sat up and L decided to remove his shorts and underwear around the same time. As he did so, I also removed my cover up. Making sure he also got some sunscreen on his nether regions, we then both sat naked on the blanket enjoying the gorgeous day.
There were lots more naked people on the beach that day than the previous week, including many women. Men of all ages, shapes and sizes paraded up and down the beach. Gentlemen, if you are ever feeling inadequate about your penis size, you should definitely make a trip to the nude beach. I turned to L at one point and told him I had never seen so many men with tiny penises in my life! Of course, they were all - well almost all, anyway - flaccid. Though nearly all of the penises I've seen have been attached to people in porn movies and therefore not the best indicator of "average", I do know from past experiences that in real life, not only do some small flaccid penises have the potential to be way better than adequate once appropriately engorged, I also know that some penises that are impressive-looking when flaccid don't get much larger than that when hard. It is my personal opinion that skill far outweighs size in the bedroom - nonetheless most men seem to be obsessed with how they measure up (hehehe). A visit to a nude beach gives you a pretty good idea of what most guys are packing and it might be of great help to the many men who for whatever reason feel inadequate in that department.
Having brought quite an array of food, throughout the afternoon we munched on fruit, vegetables, wraps and other snacks. As the sun moved, we adjusted our blanket under the umbrella so that we remained largely in the shade, though toward the end, I decided to stay in the sun for a while and we arranged the blanket so that half was in the sun and L could remain on the other half in the shade - unfortunately, the sun and L are not good friends! After a while on my back and then on my front, I was very hot and we decided to take a quick dip in the water to cool off. I am very self-conscious about my body, so while it was one thing to sunbathe naked on our blanket, it was quite another to walk around that way, so I pulled my bathing suit back on before taking L's hand to walk down to the water. The water was cool and refreshing on my overheated body. As I walked out up to my knees and turned, I realized L wasn't enjoying the cold water as much as I was. I encouraged him to come in further and I immersed my whole body. Continuing to coax him, we were both eventually completely covered, out far enough that L was standing on the bottom with just his head above water while I bobbed, floating beside him.
I put my hand on his back and realized his skin was covered in sand, stuck to the sunscreen I had rubbed on him earlier. As I floated behind him, I ran my hands up and down his back, then all over his body in the water to loosen the sand until I could feel no more grit. When I reached around his body and made sure there was none on his cock, he called me naughty. I did try not to be too naughty...I didn't want poor L to have to walk out of the cold water with a hard on! We stayed in the water for longer than intended and when I was finally shivering with the cold, L suggested we get out. He dried off in the hot sun quite quickly and as he sat dry on the blanket, he mocked me for wearing my swimsuit as I stood beside him on the sand trying to drip dry. Our (naked) neighbour on the next towel started a conversation with us and by the time we finished chatting we checked the time and realized it was later than we thought. We quickly got dressed and packed up - we were running late to catch the ferry back. I told L I had to pee, but would wait to use the washroom at the ferry docks, just to be sure that we had time to do so.
Agreeable, L started out. I tend to walk fast, but I have a much smaller stride than L, so it was quite an amusing walk. Normally he shortens his strides for me, so it's easy for me to keep up, but being in a hurry this time, L walked at what was an easy full-strided pace for him, while I fell behind constantly. Every time he got ahead by about 10 feet, I'd jog it out to catch up with him - not easy when you have to pee! So it went for the entire walk back to the ferry. L offered a couple times to stop on the way back so I could pee, but I knew that that 5 minute break would cost us over 30 minutes if we missed the ferry and I was pretty sure I could wait, so on we went. As it happens, we barely arrived in time and just made it on board as they pulled up the ramp behind us.
The ferry docked in the city and we started heading to the car. L again offered to wait while I found a public bathroom somewhere, but I said I was okay and we hurried to pack up the car and head out. We drove back to the mall where we had met earlier and he transferred his stuff back to his car. L asked me if I had fun - I certainly had! With a hug and a kiss, we parted. When I got home, I parked, grabbed all my bags out of the car and made a beeline inside for the bathroom. I was sunkissed and windswept and sandy and after (finally!) getting a chance to pee, I took a lovely cool shower and changed into some light clothing. I saw after that it had gone as high as 43C (109F) - a very hot day in more ways than one!
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