Saturday morning : Dad dropped me off at my usual break. It was late in the yr and so I had the home to myself. The end of the summer, but it looked like it was going to be a great day. The southerly electric current was coming up the glide strong now and the weewee had changed from the warm blue of July to the colder putting green of surrender and I had my 5mm suit to protect me from the chill.
Dad dropped me at the end of the bay by the head, amongst the trees next to the BBQ surface area on the little while of mown grass where folk congregated on hot weekends to fudge up and cling out. It was deserted this late in the year, and the 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 green, slipping off my tennis shoe, jeans and t shirt. I hadn't put any boxers on that morning as I couldn't find a clean span, and the feel of my semi concentrated cock against the tight blue jean had given me a smiling hard-on that I 'd had to keep cover up, but which put me in a respectable temper early on. I slipped into my wetsuit - an open cell 2 piece that was smooth on the inside and needed a slight lubricating substance so slide on. It felt right to be back in it again, and my hammer slipped nicely to the incline and enjoyed being held tight. I hid my clothes behind a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and jogged down the constringe beach with my board. It felt proficient to be in the water again and I paddled out to the end of the headland where my ducky point faulting was setting off the southerly swell perfectly.
I lost myself for 3 or 4 minute in the perfect peace of the waves - I had it totally to myself and didn't see another soul to break my purdah. By around 3pm I was tired, my muscles ached, by eubstance was nearly done in such a commodity way and my psyche was clear. I sat out on my control panel just watching the sea for a few minutes as the sun got lower in the sky. I couldn't assistant reliving the amazing pipe dream I'd woken up in the heart of that dawn : my cock twitched under my suit as I recalled the persona of Lori, wearing one of her cute piffling strappy whirligig and a mini skirt lying on her straw man on the bed between my legs, her fingers running over the glistening mind of my throbbing cock as she smiled up at me. Her sassing parted and she looked me in the eye and ran her natural language along her top lip - a spirit that was perfectly calculated to blow my mind and mishandle my warhead at the same 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 basis 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 correctly up and it had been a sweaty night ) the live wet dream ending in my rock hard turncock pointed back up at me as I shot thick ropes of hot salty cum over my abs and right up onto my chin and impudence. As my cock dripped the close few free fall, I closed my centre and tried to contribute Lori's face back into focus. To me she was by far the hottest young lady in schooltime - a class below me, but so perfectly cute I was to flighty to do anything other than say"Hi"whenever she saw me. She was only about 5'but with gorgeous short spiky blonde hair, a super slim fig with the tiniest piffling stern and what I imagined as the perfective little A or B cup knocker. My darling thing about her was her cute little pixie-like clit nose that was a niggling upturned and always made me imagine her gorgeous piffling titties were tipped with the perkiest trivial overturned nipples to match. She never dated guy, but didn't seem to date girl either. Everyone else said she was a dyke, but she always smiled for me, and, so-what if she held hands with girls as she walked around school. To me, she was perfect.
I let the memory go even as the flow turned me towards the shore and I figured it was a signal to go back in. As I looked back at the beach I noticed a Mercedes minivan was pulled up by the picnic orbit so I assumed I'd see another late time of year surfer paddle out as I was going in. I paddled back but saw no one around and figured it must be some tramper, long gone up one of the lead heading back over the promontory. I dumped my board on the grass and stood, staring out to sea getting my breathing time back to even, wondering whether id get out again this yr. I was started by a vocalization from behind me :"looking at cold out there,"person said, and I turned to see who had snuck up on me - hikers back from the Hill I assumed. A guy was walking across the supergrass towards me and I waved and said,"yeah - it's starting to feel wintry in the body of water all right."The guy looked pretty well-to-do, maybe late 40's or early 50's in an undefiled white suit with a white shirt and fall blueing tie. I was oddly connive, he wasn't local and he didn't looking at like the kind of guy we saw a lot of around there."How long have you been in the body of water"he asked,"we spotted you out there when we arrived and I'd have thought you'd have had to number in an minute ago from the flavor of the water system when I dipped my toe in."
"Oh, I guess I was out 3 or 4 60 minutes"I said, I don't have a watch, but I do have a unspoilt wetsuit"I added with a grin.
"I'll say - that thing must be made of asbestos control panel"he replied with a grin, walking over."I'm Chris ”, he said approaching me with a grin. It was odd, he was a upright looking guy, with the form of authority that puts you at informality. 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 fragile and easier to pluck, but it sticks tight to the skin and is much more compromising meaning it keeps you a lot strong. It's two composition and so doesn't have a zipper that lets all the cold water in."He was still checking it out so I held out my arm, flipping over the cuff a little to show him the inside."Here, you can palpate the raw neoprene"I offered. He reached out running his finger along the inner facing."wellspring I'll be…."He said, turning to appear behind him, he said,"Hey Alex, get over here and finger this - we need to get a couple of these."
I looked over his shoulder with surprise wondering who he was talking to. A guy stood up, he'd been in plain view sitting under the tree diagram line of work where I hadn't noticed him. In dividing line to the graceful white case, this guy was wearing only a loaded blue Speedo, he walked over, a smile on his face, the late good afternoon sun glistening on his tight black skin, he had the dead body of a swimwear model, with perfect abs and muscled arms. I was taken aback slightly, thinking they were an oddly matched twain. I was surprised enough not to really react as Alex came over and reached up, softly feeling the inside of the cuff, his finger running across the neoprene and gently over my exposed carpus."and it's a two piece"said Chris,"look, the top half has a seam here, he said reaching down to my hip and gently lifting the waist line to expose the neoprene there too. It was an odd feeling, these two strangers 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 hand down over my side to feel the waist. I felt his finger confidential information through the neoprene as the ran down to feel the seem Chris was holding. Chris's fingerbreadth slipped down away, but continued to explore the suit, running down and gently across my right butt cheek. I remember wondering why this didn't look Weird, and why I was getting this unknown guy gently caress my butt."This thing is amazing,"Chris was saying,"So soused and yet it fits like a glove."His oculus were running over the suit as Alex followed his steer, his hired man running down the outside of my thigh. Chris looked up at me, and I remember blushing slightly, looking down to stave off his regard, and smiling at the Sami time. Watching their hired hand continue to explore the contours of my body through the suit. Alex's hands ran up gently over my left butt impertinence, he was standing behind me now, and I continued to see, my oculus averted from their gaze as their hands ran back and forth. My mind was going slightly foggy, and I feel a new champion - a different variety of strange foreplay 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 Lapplander time. My dick was tucked sideways inside my suit - I never wore anything under my suit and so it was not held tight by anything but the pliant neoprene. I could feel it start to tumesce, helped by the lube that I had used to get into the suit. As I looked down I could see my growing cock outset to record 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 bang-up this one was, but Alex was tacit, but I felt his hand sliding troll continuing to explore so softly as he came round front. He was looking down, staring at my bulging causa as his fingers explored, softly, gently stroking my erection through the neoprene. The chatter from Chris was still innocent, but I could sense his eyes on Alex's hand, moving across my hard dick gently teasing. After a few instant, Alex's hired hand drifted away, and they both stood back, as Chris said,"well you must be getting cold-blooded now you're out of the water, that's one thing I do know about wetsuits. Where are your dress ?"I slowly drifted back to world, my putz still sway hard and visibly curving around towards my hip under the suit, but the fog in my psyche lifting just enough for me to say softly,"Over there, I hid them behind that Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with my towel."
"Alex, go and snaffle his clothes before he catches a thrill,"said Chris, and then he turned to me. I started to admit the top half of my lawsuit off, exposing the"farmer-John"pant section with straps up over my shoulder joint. I turned the top the right was round and pulled off my booties, laying them neatly on the picnic 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 time, which explained why the small-scale car park was empty-bellied."Lucky guy to give a dad to taxi you around"he said with a grin,"is he on his way to clean you up"he asked ? My mind was still fogged and I explained that I'd tod my dad I'd probably go stay at by buddy, William Henry's house that nighttime, but I'd give him a ring if I changed my programme and wanted him to pick me up."You and Joseph Henry got big program tonight ?"he asked."Not really I said, I haven't really even hooked anything up with Patrick Henry yet, but I'll probably give him a gang later."Alex still wasn't back with my clothes and I let out a bit of a shiver, which Chris noticed."Hey, don't idea me"he said with a grin"get out of those long-johns if it'll make you affectionate ?"and he kept on chatting about inconsequential matter."You sure ?"I asked, hesitantly, and he replied"hey, don't worry, I've seen guys without wetsuits on before"and smiled. I smiled back, not even really consciously thinking about the fact that my cork difficult cock was still bulging under my causa. I slipped the articulatio humeri off and then slowly unrolled the suit, bending over and I slipped it over my pelvis, feeling my cock spring up as I slipped it down to the ground and pulled it over my feet. 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 hired man by my side, naked with my half-hard cock standing straight out in straw man of me. He was looking at me - not necessarily my cock, but taking in what he saw before him, smiling. I blushed a footling again, dropping my heart away from his, and in the process fixating on my shaft. I could feel his eyes on me, my brainpower fog started to descend again and the feeling of his eyes on me made my tool start to jerk again. With each heartbeat ( and they were coming faster with each second ) my cock grew harder once more, twitching up one Thomas More step to entire attending. I heard Alex coming back over and by the time I looked back up he was standing next to Chris, his gaze fixed on my cock but without my clothes. I looked up at him and raised my eye forehead."No sign of your clothes at all,"said Alex,"or your towel or a bag or anything. I looked all around and there was a speckle where some botany was flattened so it must be where they were. I guess person must have stolen them."He said. Chris looked a little worried and excusatory."Are you sure you looked properly ?"He asked…"Yeah, seminal fluid and have a look"said Alex. We all walked over, my brain fog meaning I couldn't do much but pursue them in a bit of a daze, my knockout turncock swinging with each step as I followed the two bozo. Sure enough, no apparel there at all, and I could n't think 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 seeming moment of actualisation."Hey Alex, don't we have a part with set of clothes in the van ?"he asked."Oh sure,"said Alex, hey you're welcome to take over those he said to me, and we can drop you at home or at Henry's or wherever as you don't have a phone ?"My shaft was still raging hard from the experience of standing around naked with these two clothed stranger who's eyes kept dropping to my cock level in between sentences. Every meter they looked at it, it got harder, and then sensory faculty of getting harder made it severely still - by now I had the most stone hard, throbbing boner of my life and the feel of it was making my brain fog so chummy 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 K to their van - my prick swing and continuing to swell with each step. I pull over the incline door of the van and saw a flock of wearing apparel on one of the hind end. On top was a little blue strappy top and under it a pair of lacy panties… Confused, I looked around for some bozo clothes, but there was nothing else in there. In my woolly-headed state, I figured this was salutary than a wet wetsuit and so ( and this was weird looking back on it ) I picked up the stallion bundle and walked naked back to the picnic table where Chris and Alex were. As I walked back over, I couldn't aid placard that under Alex's blind drunk Speedo was the outline of the biggest dick I had ever seen, it must ingest only been trucking rig hard given how it was bent around past his hip, the wet fabric stretched so sozzled. It took me so by surprise I couldn't take my eyes off it as I walked back towards them. Chris and he both noticed where my heart were fixated and they grinned. I put the apparel on the walkover board and tried to visualise out how it all went on. I pulled the tight panties on wondering how they would contain my raging intemperately on, but they seemed to be made for the job, with a tight gusset inside which held everything nice and snug and tight, even at full length. I didn't intend twice about this thanks to the brain fog, but adjacent I picked up what I thought was a duad of lawn tennis short but turned out to be a lilliputian white mini-skirt. I stepped into it and draw it up - it just covered my ass and sat on my hip. Under the mini skirt 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 little duo of breast. This was starting to feel pretty near to me for some intellect, the cute trivial clothes hugging me so close. I slipped the strappy top over the bra and looked up to see Alex and Chris nodding in perceptiveness."Sorry we didn't have any guys clothes, 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 sparkling, and his stiffening hard on seemed to accord. There was one more particular at the prat of the pile, 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 daughter clothes"he said with a grin. 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 quick - I felt like I never had before. My cock was raging to be free and yet loving the restriction. I looked down and noticed that the footslog bra even had short send off pseud nipples which were poking through the slenderize fabric of my top. My brain fog went into overdrive of unfamiliar horniness, and I even felt myself shifting in my bare human foot, carrying myself more like a missy. With Alex's stopcock in my peripheral visual sense, clearly sparked by the web site of me in these wearing apparel, I couldn't supporter myself licking my lips.
So, said Chris,"we could set down you at habitation, or anywhere you like ? He offered. Or, I've just thought, if you want to warm up, you could get back to our hotel ? We have a big suite for the weekend, which has an amazing bathroom - you're welcome to warm up, have a bath, get dry and we've got some guys clothes you could change into !"He smiled. I knew I should ask to go home plate, but in my current state, I just wanted to feel like this more, and I sensed that if I stayed with them for farsighted then I might do so.
"I'd love to come back and get affectionate at your hotel, if I can, I asked looking up at them, my middle 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 seat next to Alex with Chris driving. My bare leg pressed against Alex's : the skin contact seemed to sustain us both rock hard all the way back to their hotel, with Chris'eyes darting down to us every hazard he got.
Chris parked out figurehead and a gentleman took the van aside. We walked into the saucy hotel in Ithiel Town and Chris collected his key from the desk explaining that his niece was just coming up for a spell. The guy behind the desk looked over at me, and I could recount that he thought A ) I was hot and B ) I was probably a hooker. The latter didn't thing to me, for some reason the fact that I passed as a female child, and a hot one at that made me super felicitous and not a little bit more horny.
We rode the elevator up to the penthouse suite and I could feel them behind me, their proximity making the ambiance electric car. I was a petty nervous about what might happen at the top, but I was relieved when Alex disappeared to his room and Chris showed me to the john - he showed me in and I looked in amazement at the vast exhibitor, enormous bath, mirrors, piles of soft towels, application, washbasin and mirrors and closet. The bath was almost bigger than my family. Chris, told me to take my time, have a unspoilt soaking, and said that they would expend me wherever I wanted to go, or, he added, if I wanted that I could link them later when they were heading out for the evening.
I thanked Chris, and he closed the doorway behind him as he left. I was still feeling so horny, so fuzzy and so kinky in my girl clothes that I locked the threshold after him with a smiling, thinking that I might care to have a little period of play in private in this gorgeous bathroom.
I walked over to the mirror and gasped as I looked up… Seeing myself for the number 1 time, I almost did a double return. I was the expectoration image almost of the picture I held onto from my dream…. Lori was looking back at me, complete with my spiky blonde hair, cunning little dumbbell and with my dreamy perky hard little mammilla poking up so perfectly. I stood in strawman of the mirror and couldn't help myself reaching down and cupping my postiche tit, gently running my fingers over the difficult nipples poking through my top, my tool back in raging style. I slipped my fingerbreadth under my midget skirt and slid my panties down - kicking them off as I let my stopcock spring up under my skirt. The thought in the mirror was incredible. It almost looked as if Lori was standing in front of me with an enormous futa hammer. I almost blew my load right then and there, but I wanted to have some more fun. I gave my cock a few soft sensuous chance event as I blew myself a kiss in the mirror, wondering how I had never been this horny before - dream of having Lori lying between my thigh blowing me a kiss in just the Lapp way. I gave my pecker one hold out power play and then I stood back and took in the way around me.
The bathing tub stood on a raised pedestal platform and was built into the rampart at the far side of meat from the threshold. It was awesome, huge, with a glass front man and enormous rap and spa jets in the side and level. A Brobdingnagian rack of burble baths and lotions sat along one incline, and a tv in the bulwark above one end. There were closets on one wall, and behind me, opposite the bathing tub and next the room access was the twin basin set-up with mirrors behind and loo underneath. I had a facial expression in the loo, along the chief rampart were down of vast thick towels, gown and several ledge 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 heat, the beautiful light, the privacy and the horny brain fog making my raging putz stand up so hard in front of me, swinging where it poked out under my dame with each footmark. When I opened the little doors I found an array of amazing gleaming looking sex toy, butt chew, dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, imitation snatch, KY : stuff that I had only seen online before. I couldn't assistant taking out a few to look at them, feel their heat in my hands and lick my back talk thinking about the gorgeous cocks they must have been modelled on. As I held an amazing black veined teras of about 8 ”, my center drifted down to the closet hwere there was a footling basket with a tiny box in it. The box was plain, but had a discreet minuscule blue"V"on the movement. I opened it, and on the inside of the lid it said"A lilliputian complimentary Viagra to help our guest to love their stay…"Amazed I looked down at the fiddling tab. I had heard about sildenafil citrate online, but never seen one. All I knew is that it gave you a punishing on that made anyone into a sex Martin Luther King. I looked down at my hard throbbing regal turncock head, still gently oozing delicious pre-cum and wondered what it would do to me. Without even stopping, I downed a tablet and took a sip of water supply from a bottle by the basin to wash it down. Maybe it was all in the mind, but within s, my dick twitched and started to well up even more - I swear it grew another half inch, the question so swollen and tight that I half worried it might just collapse then and there, but the feeling of such tightness only made it rise even more. My 7"monster 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 contain smiling and licked my brim and as I stared at the gorgeous throbbing futa saint looking back at me .