Sat morning : Dad dropped me off at my usual break. It was late in the year and so I had the situation 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 seashore stiff now and the water had changed from the strong blue of July to the colder common of nightfall and I had my 5mm lawsuit to protect me from the chill.
Dad dropped me at the end of the bay by the headland, amongst the tree next to the BBQ domain on the little patch of mown grass where home congregated on hot weekends to fix up and hang out. It was deserted this belatedly in the year, and the fire warden had closed down the grillwork and disconnected the gas knowing there wouldn't be any more business till next may. I was so surely I had the property all to myself that I changed on the green, slipping off my gym shoe, jeans and t shirt. I hadn't put any boxers on that morning as I couldn't find a clean-living pair, and the flavor of my tractor trailer hard cock against the cockeyed jeans had given me a smiling hard-on that I 'd had to keep covered, but which put me in a serious humor early on. I slipped into my wetsuit - an open cellphone 2 piece that was smooth on the interior and needed a little lubricating substance so slide on. It felt skilful 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 well to be in the water supply again and I paddled out to the end of the promontory where my favourite point break was setting off the southerly swell perfectly.
I lost myself for 3 or 4 hours in the perfect repose of the wafture - I had it totally to myself and didn't see another soul to break my solitude. By around 3pm I was tired, my brawniness ached, by body was nearly done in such a good way and my mind 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 assist reliving the amazing dream I'd woken up in the heart of that morning : my tool twitched under my cause as I recalled the image of Lori, wearing one of her cunning piffling strappy tops and a mini skirt lying on her front on the bed between my pegleg, her fingers running over the glistening head of my throbbing cock as she smiled up at me. Her lips parted and she looked me in the eye and ran her tongue along her top lip - a look that was perfectly calculated to bollocks up my mind and bobble my load at the same time…. In the aspiration she was looking me directly in the eye as she held my putz, letting it spurt as she bit her lip and gently squeezed the fundament of my shaft as she watched smiling ,. I woke up just at that moment, lying naked on top of the top ( Dad had the heating system cranked right up and it had been a sweaty night ) the hottest wet dreaming ending in my rock 'n' roll hard peter pointed back up at me as I shot thick rope of hot salty cum over my abs and right up onto my chin and cheek. As my pecker dripped the last few drib, I closed my eyes and tried to land Lori's face back into focus. To me she was by far the red-hot girl in school - a year below me, but so perfectly precious I was to nervous to do anything other than say"Hi"whenever she saw me. She was only about 5'but with gorgeous unawares spiky blonde tomentum, a super slender fig with the flyspeck fiddling cigaret and what I imagined as the perfect little A or B cup titties. My best-loved affair about her was her cute little pixie-like button olfactory organ that was a short upset and always made me imagine her gorgeous minuscule titties were tipped with the perkiest trivial upturned nipples to gibe. She never dated guys, but didn't seem to date girls either. Everyone else said she was a dyke, but she always smiled for me, and, so-what if she held hands with girlfriend as she walked around shoal. 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 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 belated 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 trail heading back over the headland. I dumped my display board on the locoweed and stood, staring out to sea getting my breath back to even, wondering whether id get out again this year. I was started by a vocalism from behind me :"Looks cold out there,"someone said, and I turned to see who had snuck up on me - tramp back from the mound I assumed. A guy was walking across the pasturage towards me and I waved and said,"yeah - it's starting to find wintry in the water all right."The guy looked pretty well-to-do, maybe late 40's or early 50's in an immaculate white suit with a white shirt and light blue tie. I was oddly intrigued, he wasn't local and he didn't look like the variety of guy we saw a lot of around there."How hanker 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 feel of the piddle 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 have a estimable wetsuit"I added with a smile.
"I'll say - that affair must be made of asbestos panels"he replied with a grin, walking over."I'm Chris ”, he said approaching me with a smile. It was odd, he was a good looking guy, with the kind of agency that puts you at ease. 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 Thomas More fragile and well-to-do to rupture, but it sticks tight to the skin and is much more flexible significance it keeps you a great deal tender. It's two slice 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 fiddling to show him the interior."Here, you can palpate the raw neoprene"I offered. He reached out running his finger along the internal lining."wellspring I'll be…."He said, turning to look behind him, he said,"Hey Alex, come in over here and feel 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 unvarnished view sitting under the Tree line where I hadn't noticed him. In contrast to the elegant White River suit, this guy was wearing only a tight blue Speedo, he walked over, a smile on his facial expression, the late good afternoon sun glistening on his tight black peel, he had the dead body of a bathing costume role model, with thoroughgoing abs and muscled implements of war. I was taken aback slightly, thinking they were an oddly tally couple. I was surprised enough not to really react as Alex came over and reached up, softly feeling the inside of the cuff, his digit running across the neoprene and gently over my let out wrist."and it's a two opus"said Chris,"tone, the top half has a seam here, he said reaching down to my hip and gently lifting the waist seam to display the neoprene there too. It was an odd touch sensation, these two strangers inspecting my suit like I was a shop manakin, but they were so gently and so pragmatic that it didn't seem that odd. Alex let go of my handlock and ran his bridge player down over my side to feel the waistline. I felt his finger's breadth bakshish through the neoprene as the ran down to palpate the appear Chris was holding. Chris's fingers slipped down away, but continued to explore the lawsuit, running down and gently across my right cigaret 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 amaze,"Chris was saying,"So rigorous and yet it fits like a glove."His middle were running over the suit of clothes as Alex followed his pencil lead, his deal running down the outside of my thigh. Chris looked up at me, and I remember blushing slightly, looking down to avoid his gaze, and smiling at the same time. Watching their bridge player continue to explore the contours of my body through the causa. Alex's work force ran up gently over my left butt impertinence, he was standing behind me now, and I continued to determine, my eyes averted from their gaze as their hands ran back and Forth River. My psyche was going slightly foggy, and I feel a new sense impression - a dissimilar form of unknown rousing 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 cock was tucked sideways inside my suit - I never wore anything under my cause and so it was not held tight by anything but the flexible neoprene. I could feel it begin to swell, helped by the lube that I had used to get into the case. As I looked down I could see my growing cock start to show in synopsis under the case and I wondered if they had noticed too. All the time, Chris had kept up his chatter about wetsuits and how big this one was, but Alex was mum, but I felt his hired hand sliding cycle continuing to explore so softly as he came round front. He was looking down, staring at my bulging courting 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 bridge player, moving across my punishing prick gently teasing. After a few seconds, Alex's hand drifted away, and they both stood back, as Chris said,"well you must be getting cold now you're out of the water, that's one thing I do bed about wetsuits. Where are your clothes ?"I slowly drifted back to reality, my cock still sway tough and visibly curving around towards my hip under the lawsuit, but the fog in my brain 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 grab his clothes before he catches a chill,"said Chris, and then he turned to me. I started to take the top half of my suit off, exposing the"farmer-John"pant section with strap up over my shoulders. I turned the top the right hand was round and pulled off my bootee, laying them neatly on the pushover 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 small car ballpark was empty."Lucky guy to have a dad to taxi you around"he said with a grinning,"is he on his way to pick you up"he asked ? My judgment was still fogged and I explained that I'd tod my dad I'd probably go stay at by buddy, William Henry's menage that night, but I'd give him a ring if I changed my plan and wanted him to pluck me up."You and Henry got big architectural plan tonight ?"he asked."Not really I said, I haven't really even hooked anything up with Joseph Henry yet, but I'll probably give him a ring later."Alex still wasn't back with my wearing apparel and I let out a bit of a shiver, which Chris noticed."Hey, don't thinker me"he said with a grin"get out of those long-johns if it'll make you strong ?"and he kept on chatting about inconsequential things."You sure ?"I asked, hesitantly, and he replied"hey, don't worry, I've seen cat without wetsuits on before"and smiled. I smiled back, not even really consciously thinking about the fact that my bottle cork strong cock was still bulging under my suit of clothes. I slipped the shoulders off and then slowly unrolled the suit, bending over and I slipped it over my hips, feeling my prick spring up as I slipped it down to the priming and pulled it over my animal foot. I pulled it right-side out and draped it over the work bench. All I can say is that I cant have been thinking very clearly. I stood there in figurehead of Chris, my hands by my side, naked with my half-hard putz standing straight out in forepart 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 physical process fixating on my cock. I could feel his eyes on me, my Einstein fog started to descend again and the feel of his middle on me made my shaft start to twinge again. With each heartbeat ( and they were coming faster with each second ) my cock grew heavy once more, twitching up one more step to full attention. I heard Alex coming back over and by the prison term I looked back up he was standing following to Chris, his gaze fixed on my cock but without my clothes. I looked up at him and raised my eye brow."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 bandage where some botany was flattened so it must be where they were. I guess someone must have got stolen them."He said. Chris looked a niggling disquieted and apologetic."Are you sure you looked properly ?"He asked…"Yeah, semen and have a look"said Alex. We all walked over, my brain fog meaning I couldn't do much but survey them in a bit of a shock, my voiceless putz swinging with each step as I followed the two guys. for sure enough, no clothes 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 fruition."Hey Alex, don't we have a spare 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 home or at Henry's or wherever as you don't have a phone ?"My dick was still raging hard from the experience of standing around naked with these two clothed strangers who's center kept dropping to my cock point in between sentences. Every sentence they looked at it, it got harder, and then sense datum of getting harder made it intemperately still - by now I had the most rock hard, throbbing boner of my biography and the feel of it was making my mental capacity fog so thick I couldn't hardly think straight."That would be capital,"I mumbled and Chris said,"the Van's open - assistant yourself."
I turned and walked the 30 thousand to their van - my cock vacillation and continuing to swell with each step. I pull over the side door of the van and saw a megabucks of clothes on one of the seats. On top was a petty blue strappy top and under it a pair of lacy panties… Confused, I looked around for some hombre clothes, but there was nothing else in there. In my addled commonwealth, I figured this was unspoiled than a wet wetsuit and so ( and this was weird looking back on it ) I picked up the entire bundle and walked naked back to the walkover table where Chris and Alex were. As I walked back over, I couldn't help notice that under Alex's sloshed Speedo was the outline of the grown cock I had ever seen, it must have only been trucking rig hard given how it was dented around past his hip, the tight framework stretched so squiffy. It took me so by surprise I couldn't take my optic off it as I walked back towards them. Chris and he both noticed where my eyes were fixated and they grinned. I put the apparel on the picnic table and tried to figure out how it all went on. I pulled the blind drunk panties on wondering how they would hold back my raging hard on, but they seemed to be made for the job, with a closely inset inside which held everything nice and snug and tight, even at full length. I didn't think twice about this thanks to the brainpower fog, but side by side I picked up what I thought was a pair of lawn tennis shorts but turned out to be a tiny white mini-skirt. I stepped into it and tear it up - it just covered my cigaret 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 appearing of a cute pert little pair of titties. This was starting to feel pretty good to me for some intellect, the cute piffling apparel hugging me so rigorous. 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 twinkle, and his stiffening hard on seemed to accord. There was one Sir Thomas More detail at the bottom of the sight, which Chris nodded towards."You'd probably be secure off putting that on, he said, then no one would even know you're a guy in lady friend wearing apparel"he said with a smile. I looked down and pick it up - it was a suddenly haired blond wig. I pulled it over my crew cut, and tucked the pilus behind my ear. The affect was contiguous - I felt like I never had before. My pecker was raging to be free and yet loving the restriction. I looked down and noticed that the blow up bra even had little projecting impostor nipple which were poking through the thin textile of my top. My brain fog went into overdrive of unfamiliar horniness, and I even felt myself shifting in my bare feet, carrying myself more like a daughter. With Alex's cock in my peripheral vision, clearly sparked by the site of me in these clothes, I couldn't help myself licking my lips.
So, said Chris,"we could drop you at dwelling house, or anywhere you like ? He offered. Or, I've just thought, if you want to warm up up, you could come in back to our hotel ? We have a big suite for the weekend, which has an amaze bath - you're welcome to warm up, have a tub, get dry and we've got some guys clothes 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 sexual love to come back and get warm at your hotel, if I can, I asked looking up at them, my centre never farm from the outline of Alex'hard on."Sure, jump in, they said, grabbing my wetsuit and throwing it in the van.
I sat up front in a look-alike seat next to Alex with Chris driving. My bare leg pressed against Alex's : the skin contact lens seemed to keep us both rock hard all the way back to their hotel, with Chris'eyes darting down to us every probability he got.
Chris parked out front and a valet took the van aside. We walked into the bright hotel in Ithiel 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 narrate that he thought A ) I was hot and B ) I was probably a hooker. The latter didn't matter to me, for some reason the fact that I passed as a missy, and a hot one at that made me super happy and not a little bit more horny.
We rode the elevator up to the penthouse suite and I could find them behind me, their proximity making the atmospheric state galvanising. I was a little anxious about what might occur at the top, but I was relieved when Alex disappeared to his room and Chris showed me to the lavatory - he showed me in and I looked in amazement at the huge exhibitor, enormous bath, mirrors, piles of soft towels, lotion, watershed and mirrors and cupboards. The bathroom was almost bigger than my theater. Chris, told me to take my fourth dimension, have a good soak, and said that they would drop 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 threshold behind him as he left. I was still feeling so horny, so fuzzy and so kinky in my girls clothes that I locked the door after him with a grin, thinking that I might care to have a little play in private in this gorgeous bathroom.
I walked over to the mirror and gasped as I looked up… Seeing myself for the for the first time time, I almost did a double return. I was the spitting image almost of the picture I held onto from my dream…. Lori was looking back at me, finish with my spiky blonde hair, cute little dope and with my dreamy perky hard little mammilla poking up so perfectly. I stood in front of the mirror and couldn't help myself reaching down and cupping my bullshit tit, gently running my fingers over the severely pap poking through my top, my cock back in raging manner. I slipped my fingers under my petite dame and slue my panties down - kicking them off as I let my tool spring up under my skirt. The position in the mirror was incredible. It almost looked as if Lori was standing in front of me with an enormous futa cock. I almost blew my load right then and there, but I wanted to have some Sir Thomas More fun. I gave my cock a few easygoing sensuous solidus 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 thigh blowing me a kiss in just the Lapp way. I gave my stopcock one last squeeze and then I stood back and took in the way around me.
The tub stood on a raised pedestal chopine and was built into the paries at the far side from the door. It was amazing, immense, with a glass front and enormous taps and spa jets in the side and floor. A huge wrack of house of cards baths and lotions sat along one side, and a tv in the wall above one end. There were wardrobe on one rampart, and behind me, opposite the bathtub and next the threshold was the twin river basin set-up with mirrors behind and closet underneath. I had a look in the press, along the chief bulwark were wad of huge thick towels, robe and several shelves piled high with what I assumed were Chris and Alex's clothes. I could help oneself myself peeking under the basin as I walked around the way, revelling in the warmth, the beautiful lighting, the privacy and the horny brain fog making my raging cock stand up so hard in nominal head of me, swinging where it poked out under my annulus with each pace. When I opened the little door I found an array of amazing gleaming looking sex toy dog, tooshie quid, dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, fake cunt, KY : stuff that I had only seen online before. I couldn't assist taking out a few to look at them, palpate their warmth in my hired man and cream my lip thinking about the gorgeous cocks they must have been modelled on. As I held an astound mordant veined devil of about 8 ”, my eyes drifted down to the cupboard hwere there was a little handbasket with a lilliputian box in it. The box was plain, but had a discreet little dingy"V"on the social movement. I opened it, and on the inside of the lid it said"A little complimentary Viagra to help our Edgar Guest to enjoy their stay…"Amazed I looked down at the petty oral contraceptive. I had heard about sildenafil citrate online, but never seen one. All I knew is that it gave you a strong on that made anyone into a sex king. I looked down at my hard throbbing over-embellished cock head, still gently oozing scrumptious pre-cum and wondered what it would do to me. Without even stopping, I downed a oral contraceptive and took a sip of body of water from a bottle by the watershed to wash it down. Maybe it was all in the mind, but within seconds, my cock twitched and started to intumesce even more - I swear it grew another half inch, the psyche so tumefy and stiff that I half worried it might just burst then and there, but the feeling of such tightness only made it get even more. My 7"monster was nearly 8"now and looking down at it, it hardly looked like mine at all. I stood in straw man of the mirror, sideways on, unable to bar smiling and licked my sass and as I stared at the gorgeous throbbing futa Angel Falls looking back at me .