Sat good morning : Dad dropped me off at my usual break. It was late in the year and so I had the piazza to myself. The end of the summer, but it looked like it was going to be a great day. The southern current was coming up the coast strong now and the water had changed from the warm Amytal of July to the colder special K of crepuscle and I had my 5mm suit to protect me from the chill.
Dad dropped me at the end of the bay by the foreland, amongst the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree next to the BBQ area on the little mend of mop grass where crime syndicate congregated on hot weekends to cook up and hang out. It was deserted this deep in the year, and the Texas Ranger had closed down the grill and disconnected the gas knowing there wouldn't be any more business till next may. I was so certain I had the place all to myself that I changed on the greenish, slipping off my sneakers, jeans and t shirt. I hadn't put any boxers on that morning as I couldn't find a clean distich, and the feel of my semifinal hard prick against the tight jeans had given me a smiling hard-on that I 'd had to keep on embrace, but which put me in a good humour early on. I slipped into my wetsuit - an open air cellular phone 2 part that was smooth on the interior and needed a little lube so slide on. It felt good to be back in it again, and my cock slipped nicely to the side of meat and enjoyed being held tight. I hid my clothes behind a tree and jogged down the narrow beach with my circuit card. It felt goodness to be in the water again and I paddled out to the end of the headland where my favourite point breach was setting off the southern swell perfectly.
I lost myself for 3 or 4 hours in the pure peace of the waves - I had it totally to myself and didn't see another soul to pause my solitude. By around 3pm I was tired, my muscles ached, by body was nearly done in such a good way and my mind was clear. I sat out on my board just watching the sea for a few transactions as the sun got lowly in the sky. I couldn't help reliving the amazing dream I'd woken up in the midsection of that sunup : my cock twitched under my suit as I recalled the image of Lori, wearing one of her cunning little strappy tops and a mini annulus lying on her front on the bed between my legs, her digit running over the glistening head of my throbbing cock as she smiled up at me. Her rim parted and she looked me in the eye and ran her lingua along her top lip - a looking that was perfectly calculated to swash my judgement and shove off my load at the Sami time…. In the dream she was looking me directly in the eye as she held my cock, letting it spurt as she bit her lip and gently squeezed the root word of my shaft as she watched smiling ,. I woke up just at that moment, lying naked on top of the covers ( Dad had the heating system cranked right up and it had been a sweaty night ) the spicy wet aspiration ending in my sway intemperate cock pointed back up at me as I shot thick ropes of hot salty cum over my abs and right up onto my Kuki-Chin and brass. As my hammer dripped the last-place few pearl, I closed my center and tried to bring Lori's font back into focus. To me she was by far the hottest girl in shoal - a year below me, but so perfectly cute I was to nervous to do anything early than say"Hi"whenever she saw me. She was only about 5'but with gorgeous short spiky blonde hair, a super thin number with the tiny footling hind end and what I imagined as the everlasting little A or B cup titty. My darling thing about her was her cute little pixie-like button nose that was a little overturned and always made me guess her gorgeous trivial titties were tipped with the buoyant little upturned mamilla to jibe. She never dated guy cable, but didn't seem to date young lady either. Everyone else said she was a dyke, but she always smiled for me, and, so-what if she held script with girls as she walked around school day. To me, she was perfect.
I let the memory go even as the current turned me towards the shore and I figured it was a sign to go back in. As I looked back at the beach I noticed a Mercedes minivan was pulled up by the picnic area so I assumed I'd see another late season surfer paddle out as I was going in. I paddled back but saw no one around and figured it must be some hikers, long gone up one of the trails heading back over the headland. I dumped my board on the grass and stood, staring out to sea getting my breathing spell back to even, wondering whether id get out again this yr. I was started by a interpreter from behind me :"aspect cold out there,"someone said, and I turned to see who had snuck up on me - hiker back from the J. J. Hill I assumed. A guy was walking across the supergrass towards me and I waved and said,"yeah - it's starting to finger wintry in the urine all right."The guy looked pretty prosperous, maybe late 40's or early 50's in an immaculate white suit with a blanched shirt and light gentle tie. I was oddly scheme, he wasn't local and he didn't look like the form of guy we saw a lot of around there."How long have you been in the water"he asked,"we spotted you out there when we arrived and I'd have thought you'd have had to come in an hour ago from the flavor of the water when I dipped my toe in."
"Oh, I guess I was out 3 or 4 hours"I said, I don't have a watch, but I do cause a well wetsuit"I added with a smile.
"I'll say - that affair must be made of asbestos dialog box"he replied with a grin, walking over."I'm Chris ”, he said approaching me with a grin. It was odd, he was a good looking guy, with the kind of authority that puts you at simpleness. I didn't back away as he approached, but he was clearly intrigued by my wetsuit as he was looking it up and down."Its made from open-cell neoprene"I explained,"it means its more than fragile and easier to shoot down, but it sticks tight to the skin and is much more pliable meaning it keeps you much tender. It's two art object and so doesn't have a zip that lets all the frigidness piddle in."He was still checking it out so I held out my arm, flipping over the handcuff a short to shew him the inside."Here, you can find the raw neoprene"I offered. He reached out running his digit along the inner lining."well I'll be…."He said, turning to look behind him, he said,"Hey Alex, amount over here and feel this - we need to get a couple of these."
I looked over his berm with surprise wondering who he was talking to. A guy stood up, he'd been in champaign horizon sitting under the tree transmission line where I hadn't noticed him. In contrast to the elegant white suit, this guy was wearing only a tight blue sky Speedo, he walked over, a grinning on his boldness, the late afternoon sun glistening on his tight contraband skin, he had the organic structure of a swimwear simulation, with perfective tense abs and muscled arms. I was taken aback slightly, thinking they were an oddly oppose pair. I was surprised enough not to really oppose as Alex came over and reached up, softly feeling the inside of the cuff, his fingerbreadth running across the neoprene and gently over my exposed wrist."and it's a two objet d'art"said Chris,"aspect, the top half has a seam here, he said reaching down to my hip and gently lifting the waistline crease to expose the neoprene there too. It was an odd feeling, these two stranger inspecting my suit like I was a shop mannequin, but they were so gently and so prosaic that it didn't seem that odd. Alex let go of my cuff and ran his manus down over my side to feel the waist. I felt his finger's breadth crest through the neoprene as the ran down to find the seem Chris was holding. Chris's fingers slipped down away, but continued to search the cause, running down and gently across my right butt buttock. I remember wondering why this didn't seem Weird, and why I was getting this strange guy gently caress my butt."This matter is astound,"Chris was saying,"So miserly and yet it fits like a glove."His eyes were running over the causa as Alex followed his lead, his hand running down the outside of my second joint. Chris looked up at me, and I remember blushing slightly, looking down to debar his gaze, and smiling at the same fourth dimension. Watching their manpower continue to explore the shape of my organic structure through the cause. Alex's deal ran up gently over my leave behind goat cheek, he was standing behind me now, and I continued to watch over, my eye averted from their gaze as their hired man ran back and Forth. My head was going slightly foggy, and I feel a new sensation - a different sort of strange arousal that I had never felt before. Not surprisingly as I had never been aroused or touched by a guy before, let alone two guys at the like time. My cock was tucked sideways inside my suit - I never wore anything under my suit and so it was not held tight by anything but the flexile neoprene. I could feel it originate to swell, helped by the lube that I had used to get into the causa. As I looked down I could see my growing turncock start to show in scheme under the suit and I wondered if they had noticed too. All the time, Chris had kept up his chatter about wetsuits and how gravid this one was, but Alex was silent, but I felt his deal sliding cycle continuing to explore so softly as he came round front. He was looking down, staring at my bulging suit as his fingers explored, softly, gently stroking my hard-on through the neoprene. The chatter from Chris was still innocent, but I could sense his eyes on Alex's hand, moving across my hard cock gently teasing. After a few secondment, Alex's hand drifted away, and they both stood back, as Chris said,"well you must be getting frigidity now you're out of the water, that's one thing I do recognize about wetsuits. Where are your apparel ?"I slowly drifted back to realism, my putz still shake heavily and visibly curving around towards my hip under the suit, but the fog in my brainpower lifting just enough for me to say softly,"Over there, I hid them behind that tree with my towel."
"Alex, go and grab his clothes before he catches a quiver,"said Chris, and then he turned to me. I started to postulate the top half of my suit off, exposing the"farmer-John"pants section with shoulder strap up over my shoulders. I turned the top the right was round and pulled off my plunder, laying them neatly on the piece of cake table. Chris was chatting generally, asking me how I'd got here with no car. I explained that my dad had dropped me off earlier that morning, which explained why the modest car Mungo Park was empty."Lucky guy to have a dad to cab you around"he said with a smile,"is he on his way to foot you up"he asked ? My psyche was still fogged and I explained that I'd tod my dad I'd probably go halt at by chum, Joseph Henry's house that night, but I'd give him a ring if I changed my plan and wanted him to pick me up."You and Henry got big program tonight ?"he asked."Not really I said, I haven't really even hooked anything up with Henry yet, but I'll probably give him a ring later."Alex still wasn't back with my apparel and I let out a bit of a shiver, which Chris noticed."Hey, don't creative thinker me"he said with a grin"get out of those long-johns if it'll make you warmer ?"and he kept on chatting about inconsequential things."You sure ?"I asked, hesitantly, and he replied"hey, don't vexation, I've seen guys without wetsuits on before"and smiled. I smiled back, not even really consciously thinking about the fact that my cork hard cock was still bulging under my wooing. I slipped the shoulder off and then slowly unrolled the suit of clothes, bending over and I slipped it over my hips, feeling my rooster leap up as I slipped it down to the ground and pulled it over my groundwork. I pulled it right-side out and draped it over the bench. All I can say is that I cant have been thinking very clearly. I stood there in front of Chris, my hand by my side, naked with my half-hard hammer standing straight out in front of me. He was looking at me - not necessarily my cock, but taking in what he saw before him, smiling. I blushed a little again, dropping my eyes away from his, and in the process fixating on my cock. I could experience his eyes on me, my brain fog started to descend again and the feel of his eyes on me made my rooster start to twinge again. With each heartbeat ( and they were coming faster with each second ) my cock grew harder once more, twitching up one more pace to full attending. I heard Alex coming back over and by the time I looked back up he was standing adjacent to Chris, his regard fixed on my turncock but without my wearing apparel. I looked up at him and raised my eye brow."No mark of your clothes at all,"said Alex,"or your towel or a bag or anything. I looked all around and there was a temporary hookup where some flora was flattened so it must be where they were. I guess someone must have stolen them."He said. Chris looked a little apprehensive and apologetic."Are you for sure you looked properly ?"He asked…"Yeah, come and have a face"said Alex. We all walked over, my brain fog significance I couldn't do much but follow them in a bit of a stupor, my firmly cock swinging with each stair as I followed the two guys. Sure enough, no apparel there at all, and I could n't consider straight enough on what to do apart from maybe put on my wetsuit again. Chris vetoed this saying I 'd get hypothermia, and then suddenly had a ostensible instant of actualization."Hey Alex, don't we have a bare set of clothes in the van ?"he asked."Oh sure,"said Alex, hey you're welcome to borrow those he said to me, and we can drop you at menage or at Henry's or wherever as you don't have a phone ?"My pecker was still raging hard from the experience of standing around naked with these two clothed stranger who's eyes kept dropping to my cock stage in between sentences. Every metre they looked at it, it got harder, and then sensation of getting harder made it knockout still - by now I had the most rock candy hard, throbbing foul-up of my life and the feel of it was making my brain fog so duncish I couldn't hardly think straight."That would be great,"I mumbled and Chris said,"the Van's open - help yourself."
I turned and walked the 30 yards to their van - my shaft swinging and continuing to swell with each pace. I pull over the incline doorway of the van and saw a pile of clothes on one of the tush. On top was a little depressed strappy top and under it a twain of lacy panties… Confused, I looked around for some cat dress, but there was nothing else in there. In my woolly-headed state, I figured this was better than a wet wetsuit and so ( and this was weird looking back on it ) I picked up the entire package and walked naked back to the field day table where Chris and Alex were. As I walked back over, I couldn't help notice that under Alex's pie-eyed Speedo was the outline of the biggest cock I had ever seen, it must experience only been trailer truck hard given how it was bent around past his hip, the wet fabric stretched so tight. It took me so by surprisal I couldn't take my eyes off it as I walked back towards them. Chris and he both noticed where my eyes were fixated and they grinned. I put the clothes on the child's play mesa and tried to visualize out how it all went on. I pulled the tight panties on wondering how they would contain my raging severely on, but they seemed to be made for the job, with a tight gusset inside which held everything nice and cubbyhole and tight, even at total length. I didn't think twice about this thanks to the genius fog, but next I picked up what I thought was a pair of lawn tennis shorts but turned out to be a diminutive white mini-skirt. I stepped into it and overstretch it up - it just covered my butt and sat on my hips. Under the miniskirt bird was a bra, which, without thinking I started to put on too. Amazingly, it fitted perfectly and as pre-padded, giving me the appearance of a cute pert footling yoke of boob. This was starting to feel pretty unspoiled to me for some cause, the cunning little dress hugging me so tight. I slipped the strappy top over the bra and looked up to see Alex and Chris nodding in appreciation."Sorry we didn't have any guy dress, but actually these fit pretty well,"said Chris,"in fact I'd go so far as to say they suit you, he said with a grin, turning to Alex."Oh yea, said Alex, Cute,"he added with a twinkle, and his stiffening hard on seemed to match. There was one to a greater extent point at the arse of the plenty, which Chris nodded towards."You'd probably be better off putting that on, he said, then no one would even know you're a guy in girls apparel"he said with a smile. I looked down and pick it up - it was a short haired blonde wig. I pulled it over my crew cut, and tucked the hair behind my ear. The affect was contiguous - I felt like I never had before. My stopcock was raging to be free and yet loving the limitation. I looked down and noticed that the padded bra even had little jut postiche mammilla which were poking through the thin fabric of my top. My brain fog went into overdrive of unfamiliar horniness, and I even felt myself shifting in my bare ft, carrying myself more like a lady friend. With Alex's cock in my computer peripheral imagination, clearly sparked by the situation of me in these clothes, I couldn't assist myself licking my lips.
So, said Chris,"we could neglect you at domicile, or anywhere you like ? He offered. Or, I've just thought, if you want to warm up up, you could get along back to our hotel ? We have a big suite for the weekend, which has an stupefy bathroom - you're welcome to warm up up, have a bath, get dry and we've got some bozo dress you could change into !"He smiled. I knew I should ask to go home, but in my current state, I just wanted to feel like this more, and I sensed that if I stayed with them for longer then I might do so.
"I'd love to do back and get warm at your hotel, if I can, I asked looking up at them, my eyes never farm from the outline of Alex'hard on."Sure, parachuting in, they said, grabbing my wetsuit and throwing it in the van.
I sat up front in a double over nates adjacent to Alex with Chris driving. My bare leg pressed against Alex's : the tegument middleman seemed to hold open us both rock hard all the way back to their hotel, with Chris'centre darting down to us every luck he got.
Chris parked out front man and a gentleman took the van aside. We walked into the impudent hotel in town and Chris collected his key from the desk explaining that his niece was just coming up for a while. The guy behind the desk looked over at me, and I could tell that he thought A ) I was hot and B ) I was probably a hooker. The latter didn't matter to me, for some cause the fact that I passed as a girl, and a hot one at that made me super happy and not a minuscule bit more horny.
We rode the elevator up to the penthouse suite and I could feel them behind me, their proximity making the standard pressure electric car. I was a petty nervous about what might fall out at the top, but I was relieved when Alex disappeared to his room and Chris showed me to the bathroom - he showed me in and I looked in amazement at the huge exhibitor, enormous bath, mirrors, piles of soft towels, lotions, catchment area and mirrors and cupboards. The bathroom was almost bigger than my sign. Chris, told me to take my time, have a good soakage, and said that they would shake off me wherever I wanted to go, or, he added, if I wanted that I could join them later when they were heading out for the evening.
I thanked Chris, and he closed the door behind him as he left. I was still feeling so randy, so fuzzy and so kinky in my young lady clothes that I locked the door after him with a grin, thinking that I might like to deliver a little shimmer in secret in this gorgeous bathroom.
I walked over to the mirror and gasped as I looked up… seeing myself for the first time, I almost did a stunt woman yield. I was the spitting image almost of the picture I held onto from my dream…. Lori was looking back at me, sodding with my spiky blond hairsbreadth, precious little boobies and with my dreamy perky hard little mamilla poking up so perfectly. I stood in strawman of the mirror and couldn't help myself reaching down and cupping my fake boob, gently running my finger's breadth over the hard nipple poking through my top, my cock back in raging mode. I slipped my fingers under my tiny dame and slide my pantie down - kicking them off as I let my cock spring up under my skirt. The sight in the mirror was incredible. It almost looked as if Lori was standing in presence of me with an tremendous futa cock. I almost blew my load right then and there, but I wanted to have some more fun. I gave my cock a few voiced sensuous strokes as I blew myself a kiss in the mirror, wondering how I had never been this horny before - dreaming of having Lori lying between my thighs blowing me a kiss in just the same way. I gave my cock one shoemaker's last squeeze and then I stood back and took in the elbow room around me.
The bath stood on a raised pedestal chopine and was built into the bulwark at the far face from the door. It was awesome, vast, with a glass front and enormous taps and spa super C in the side and story. A vast wheel of belch baths and lotion sat along one side, and a tv in the rampart above one end. There were wardrobe on one wall, and behind me, opposite the bath and next the door was the twin drainage basin set-up with mirrors behind and closets underneath. I had a look in the closets, along the main rampart were heaps of huge thick towels, robes and various shelf piled high with what I assumed were Chris and Alex's clothes. I could help myself peeking under the basins as I walked around the room, revelling in the fondness, the beautiful lighting, the privateness and the horny brain fog making my raging cock stand up so hard in battlefront of me, swinging where it poked out under my skirt with each stride. When I opened the little doors I found an array of amazing gleaming looking sex toys, butt ballyhoo, dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, fake snatch, KY : material that I had only seen online before. I couldn't help taking out a few to look at them, feel their warmth in my hands and lap up my rim thinking about the gorgeous cocks they must throw been modelled on. As I held an amazing pitch blackness veined monster of about 8 ”, my eye drifted down to the cupboard hwere there was a small field goal with a tiny box in it. The box was plain, but had a discreet little blue"V"on the nominal head. I opened it, and on the inside of the lid it said"A small complimentary Viagra to help our guest to enjoy their stay…"Amazed I looked down at the footling anovulant. I had heard about Viagra online, but never seen one. All I knew is that it gave you a surd on that made anyone into a sex king. I looked down at my unvoiced throbbing purple hammer headland, still gently oozing toothsome pre-cum and wondered what it would do to me. Without even stopping, I downed a anovulant and took a sip of water from a bottle by the basin to wash away it down. Maybe it was all in the mind, but within bit, my cock twitched and started to swell even more - I swear it grew another half inch, the head so self-conceited and tight that I half worried it might just burst then and there, but the tactile sensation of such tightness only made it acquire even more. My 7"devil was nearly 8"now and looking down at it, it hardly looked like mine at all. I stood in front of the mirror, sideways on, ineffectual to stop smiling and licked my brim and as I stared at the gorgeous throbbing futa angel looking back at me .