Saturday dawning : Dad dropped me off at my usual break. It was late in the year and so I had the billet 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 unattackable now and the piddle had changed from the tender blue of July to the colder green of crepuscule and I had my 5mm suit to protect me from the chill.
Dad dropped me at the end of the bay by the headland, amongst the trees next to the BBQ surface area on the picayune dapple of cut pasture where phratry congregated on hot weekends to cook up and hang out. It was deserted this tardily in the yr, and the commando had closed down the grille and disconnected the gas knowing there wouldn't be any more business till future may. I was so for certain I had the piazza all to myself that I changed on the green, slipping off my sneaker, jeans and t shirt. I hadn't put any boxers on that dawning as I couldn't find a clean and jerk twosome, and the feel of my rig severe pecker against the plastered jeans had given me a smiling hard-on that I 'd had to continue hatch, but which put me in a expert mood early on. I slipped into my wetsuit - an open jail cell 2 patch that was smooth on the interior and needed a slight lube so slide on. It felt good to be back in it again, and my cock slipped nicely to the side and enjoyed being held crocked. I hid my apparel behind a tree and jogged down the pin down beach with my board. It felt soundly to be in the water again and I paddled out to the end of the headland where my favourite period geological fault was setting off the southern swell perfectly.
I lost myself for 3 or 4 time of day in the perfect peace of the wave - I had it totally to myself and didn't see another soul to break my solitude. By around 3pm I was tired, my musculus ached, by torso was nearly done in such a full way and my mind was clear. I sat out on my circuit card just watching the sea for a few minutes as the sun got lower berth in the sky. I couldn't assistance reliving the amazing ambition I'd woken up in the middle of that morning : my cock twitched under my suit as I recalled the look-alike of Lori, wearing one of her cunning slight strappy tops and a mini skirt lying on her front on the bed between my legs, her finger running over the glistening oral sex of my throbbing cock as she smiled up at me. Her sassing parted and she looked me in the eye and ran her knife along her top lip - a look that was perfectly calculated to blow my mind and go down on my burden 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 base of my spear as she watched smiling ,. I woke up just at that moment, lying naked on top of the back ( Dad had the heating cranked right up and it had been a sweaty night ) the hottest wet dream ending in my John Rock hard cock pointed back up at me as I shot midst rophy of hot salty cum over my abs and right up onto my Kuki-Chin and cheek. As my cock dripped the last few drop curtain, I closed my optic and tried to bring in Lori's grimace back into focus. To me she was by far the hot girl in school - a year below me, but so perfectly cute I was to nervous to do anything other than say"Hi"whenever she saw me. She was only about 5'but with gorgeous short spiky blonde haircloth, a super slim figure with the bantam minuscule fanny and what I imagined as the perfect little A or B cup breast. My favorite thing about her was her precious little pixie-like push nose that was a little upturned and always made me imagine her gorgeous picayune boob were tipped with the perkiest little upturned nipples to match. She never dated guys, 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 hands with girls as she walked around school. To me, she was perfect.
I let the memory board go even as the current turned me towards the shore and I figured it was a signboard 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 track heading back over the headland. I dumped my board on the grass and stood, staring out to sea getting my breathing place back to even, wondering whether id get out again this year. I was started by a voice from behind me :"looking cold out there,"someone said, and I turned to see who had snuck up on me - hikers back from the pitcher's mound I assumed. A guy was walking across the skunk towards me and I waved and said,"yeah - it's starting to finger wintry in the water all right."The guy looked pretty well-to-do, maybe late 40's or early 50's in an immaculate bloodless suit with a bloodless shirt and light blue tie. I was oddly intrigued, he wasn't local and he didn't facial expression like the form of guy we saw a lot of around there."How long have you been in the water system"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 water supply 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 good wetsuit"I added with a grinning.
"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 smiling. It was odd, he was a good looking guy, with the kind of authorization 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 more fragile and loose to pluck, but it sticks tight to the skin and is much more flexible signification it keeps you very much lovesome. It's two piece and so doesn't have a zipper that lets all the frigidness pee in."He was still checking it out so I held out my arm, flipping over the cuff a small to evince him the inside."Here, you can feel the raw neoprene"I offered. He reached out running his finger along the privileged lining."wellspring I'll be…."He said, turning to look behind him, he said,"Hey Alex, come over here and palpate 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 line where I hadn't noticed him. In contrast to the elegant white suit, this guy was wearing only a sloshed blue Speedo, he walked over, a smile on his typeface, the deep afternoon sun glistening on his soaked mordant skin, he had the dead body of a swimwear simulation, with hone abs and muscled branch. I was taken aback slightly, thinking they were an oddly touch duad. I was surprised enough not to really react as Alex came over and reached up, softly feeling the interior of the cuff, his finger running across the neoprene and gently over my debunk wrist."and it's a two piece"said Chris,"look, the top half has a wrinkle here, he said reaching down to my hip and gently lifting the waist seam to expose the neoprene there too. It was an odd feeling, these two strangers inspecting my suit like I was a workshop form, but they were so gently and so matter-of-fact that it didn't seem that odd. Alex let go of my cuff and ran his hand down over my side to sense the waist. I felt his digit tips through the neoprene as the ran down to finger the seem Chris was holding. Chris's digit slipped down away, but continued to research the suit, running down and gently across my right wing butt brass. I remember wondering why this didn't appear Weird, and why I was getting this unusual guy gently fondle my butt."This thing is gravel,"Chris was saying,"So tight and yet it fits like a glove."His centre were running over the courtship as Alex followed his leading, his hand running down the outside of my thigh. Chris looked up at me, and I remember blushing slightly, looking down to annul his regard, and smiling at the same time. Watching their hands continue to explore the contours of my body through the suit. Alex's workforce ran up gently over my give tail end nerve, he was standing behind me now, and I continued to keep an eye on, my eye averted from their gaze as their hands ran back and forth. My mind was going slightly foggy, and I feel a new whizz - a different kind 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 guy at the Sami time. My stopcock was tucked sideways inside my suit of clothes - I never wore anything under my suit and so it was not held tight by anything but the flexible neoprene. I could feel it start to swell, helped by the lube that I had used to get into the suit. As I looked down I could see my growing pecker starting signal to prove in outline under the suit and I wondered if they had noticed too. All the metre, Chris had kept up his chatter about wetsuits and how corking this one was, but Alex was mum, but I felt his handwriting sliding round continuing to research 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 chattering from Chris was still guiltless, but I could sense his middle on Alex's hand, moving across my grueling turncock gently teasing. After a few seconds, Alex's bridge player 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 have intercourse about wetsuits. Where are your clothes ?"I slowly drifted back to reality, my shaft still shake hard and visibly curving around towards my hip under the suit, but the fog in my brain lifting just enough for me to say softly,"Over there, I hid them behind that tree diagram with my towel."
"Alex, go and grab his wearing apparel 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"pants part with straps up over my shoulders. I turned the top the right field was round and pulled off my loot, laying them neatly on the child's play mesa. 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 dawn, which explained why the small car park was empty."Lucky guy to throw a dad to taxi you around"he said with a smile,"is he on his way to pick you up"he asked ? My psyche was still fogged and I explained that I'd tod my dad I'd probably go stay at by buddy, Henry's business firm that Nox, but I'd give him a pack if I changed my plans and wanted him to pick me up."You and Joseph Henry got big plans 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 clothes and I let out a bit of a shiver, which Chris noticed."Hey, don't mind me"he said with a smile"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 bottle cork gruelling tool was still bulging under my suit. I slipped the articulatio humeri off and then slowly unrolled the suit, bending over and I slipped it over my coxa, feeling my cock fountain 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 terrace. All I can say is that I cant have been thinking very clearly. I stood there in front line of Chris, my hands by my side, naked with my half-hard prick standing straight out in strawman of me. He was looking at me - not necessarily my cock, but taking in what he saw before him, smiling. I blushed a small again, dropping my eyes away from his, and in the summons fixating on my shaft. I could feel his eyes on me, my mastermind fog started to descend again and the feel of his eyes on me made my cock start to twitch again. With each heartbeat ( and they were coming faster with each second ) my cock grew harder once more, twitching up one more footfall to wide aid. 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 brows."No sign of your wearing apparel at all,"said Alex,"or your towel or a bag or anything. I looked all around and there was a patch where some vegetation was flattened so it must be where they were. I guess someone must have stolen them."He said. Chris looked a little worried 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 significance I couldn't do much but play along them in a bit of a stupor, my hard cock swinging with each step as I followed the two bozo. Sure enough, no wearing apparel there at all, and I could n't recollect 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 here and now of recognition."Hey Alex, don't we have a free 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 flatten you at home or at Henry's or wherever as you don't have a phone ?"My cock was still raging hard from the experience of standing around naked with these two clothed stranger who's center kept dropping to my dick degree in between condemnation. Every time they looked at it, it got harder, and then sentiency of getting harder made it harder still - by now I had the most rock-and-roll hard, throbbing boner of my living and the feel of it was making my brain fog so thickset I couldn't hardly think straight."That would be gravid,"I mumbled and Chris said,"the Van's open - avail yourself."
I turned and walked the 30 grounds to their van - my cock swinging and continuing to intumesce with each step. I pull over the incline door of the van and saw a pile of clothes on one of the seating. On top was a little aristocratical strappy top and under it a brace of lacy panties… Confused, I looked around for some guy rope dress, but there was nothing else in there. In my muddled 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 big money and walked naked back to the picnic board where Chris and Alex were. As I walked back over, I couldn't help observance that under Alex's tight Speedo was the outline of the biggest cock I had ever seen, it must have only been tractor trailer hard given how it was hang around past his hip, the fast 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 middle were fixated and they grinned. I put the clothes on the picnic table and tried to visualise out how it all went on. I pulled the loaded panties on wondering how they would contain my raging backbreaking on, but they seemed to be made for the job, with a tight inset inside which held everything nice and snug and tight, even at full phase of the moon length. I didn't think twice about this thanks to the brain fog, but next I picked up what I thought was a pair of tennis shorts but turned out to be a tiny Patrick White mini-skirt. I stepped into it and pull it up - it just covered my butt and sat on my rose hip. Under the mini dame 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 minuscule pair of titties. This was starting to feel pretty full to me for some reasonableness, the cute little clothes hugging me so tight. I slipped the strappy top over the bra and looked up to see Alex and Chris nodding in grasp."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 grinning, turning to Alex."Oh yea, said Alex, Cute,"he added with a twinkle, and his stiffening hard on seemed to agree. There was one to a greater extent item at the posterior of the pile, which Chris nodded towards."You'd probably be better off putting that on, he said, then no one would even have a go at it you're a guy in girls clothes"he said with a smile. I looked down and foot it up - it was a unawares haired blonde wig. I pulled it over my crew cut, and tucked the hair's-breadth behind my ear. The affect was immediate - I felt like I never had before. My dick was raging to be free and yet loving the limitation. I looked down and noticed that the padded bra even had little projecting fake nipples which were poking through the thin fabric of my top. My nous fog went into overdrive of unfamiliar horniness, and I even felt myself shifting in my bare feet, carrying myself more like a young woman. With Alex's cock in my peripheral device visual modality, clearly sparked by the site of me in these clothes, I couldn't assistance myself licking my lips.
So, said Chris,"we could drop you at home, or anywhere you like ? He offered. Or, I've just thought, if you want to warm up up, you could come back to our hotel ? We have a big retinue for the weekend, which has an awing lav - you're welcome to warm up, have a bath, get dry and we've got some guys clothes you could modify into !"He smiled. I knew I should ask to go rest home, but in my current state, I just wanted to experience like this more, and I sensed that if I stayed with them for longer then I might do so.
"I'd love to come 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 line in a doubled seat adjacent to Alex with Chris driving. My bare leg pressed against Alex's : the skin contact seemed to prevent us both rock hard all the way back to their hotel, with Chris'heart darting down to us every prospect he got.
Chris parked out front and a valet took the van aside. We walked into the smartest hotel in townspeople and Chris collected his key from the desk explaining that his niece was just coming up for a patch. 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 reason the fact that I passed as a girl, and a hot one at that made me super glad and not a little bit more horny.
We rode the elevator up to the penthouse rooms and I could feel them behind me, their proximity making the atmosphere electric. I was a little nervous about what might happen 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 cascade, tremendous bath, mirrors, piles of soft towels, application, river basin and mirrors and closet. The bathroom was almost bigger than my house. Chris, told me to take my prison term, have a respectable soak, and said that they would leave out me wherever I wanted to go, or, he added, if I wanted that I could connect 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 horny, so fuzzy and so kinky in my fille clothes that I locked the threshold after him with a smile, thinking that I might wish to have a trivial play in private in this gorgeous bathroom.
I walked over to the mirror and gasped as I looked up… Seeing myself for the initiative time, I almost did a double return. I was the spit image almost of the ikon I held onto from my dream…. Lori was looking back at me, complete with my spiky blonde hair, cute little boobies and with my dreamy perky hard fiddling nipples poking up so perfectly. I stood in front man of the mirror and couldn't help myself reaching down and cupping my role player titties, gently running my fingers over the hard mamilla poking through my top, my cock back in raging mood. I slipped my fingers under my lilliputian skirt and slid my step-in down - kicking them off as I let my prick spring up under my wench. The sentiment in the mirror was unbelievable. It almost looked as if Lori was standing in social movement of me with an tremendous futa shaft. I almost blew my load right then and there, but I wanted to ingest some more than fun. I gave my cock a few soft 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 thigh blowing me a kiss in just the Saami way. I gave my pecker one last hug and then I stood back and took in the way around me.
The bath stood on a raised pedestal political platform and was built into the wall at the far side of meat from the door. It was awe-inspiring, huge, with a glass figurehead and enormous taps and spa reverse lightning in the incline and floor. A huge rack of burp baths and lotion sat along one side, and a tv in the paries above one end. There were closets on one wall, and behind me, opposite the tub and succeeding the room access was the parallel watershed set-up with mirrors behind and closets underneath. I had a smell in the loo, along the main rampart were piles of huge thick towels, gown and several shelf piled high with what I assumed were Chris and Alex's clothes. I could help myself peeking under the drainage basin as I walked around the room, revelling in the warmness, the beautiful lighting, the privacy and the horny brain fog making my raging cock stand up so hard in front end of me, swinging where it poked out under my skirt with each step. When I opened the small doors I found an array of amazing gleaming looking sex toys, tail end hack, dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, misrepresent snatch, KY : stuff that I had only seen online before. I couldn't help taking out a few to look at them, sense their affectionateness in my hands and puzzle out my brim thinking about the gorgeous cocks they must consume been modelled on. As I held an pose black veined monster of about 8 ”, my eyes drifted down to the closet hwere there was a little basket with a tiny box in it. The box was plain, but had a discreet little disconsolate"V"on the front. I opened it, and on the inside of the lid it said"A piddling complimentary sildenafil citrate to help our guests to enjoy their stay…"Amazed I looked down at the piffling pill. I had heard about Viagra online, but never seen one. All I knew is that it gave you a knockout on that made anyone into a sex king. I looked down at my intemperate throbbing violet cock brain, still gently oozing delicious 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 washbasin to wash it down. Maybe it was all in the mind, but within seconds, my tool twitched and started to swell even more - I swear it grew another half inch, the head so tumesce and tight that I half worried it might just break then and there, but the feeling of such tightness only made it uprise 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 bar smiling and licked my backtalk and as I stared at the gorgeous throbbing futa Angel Falls looking back at me .