Go down to Lyon with the certainty the next day of no longer being able to meet a guy during the summer, well already that it is usually complicated then in the hospital! Having said that, nothing prevents me from dreaming the opposite, but I know it's a fantasy at the time.So I left excited like a chip, the ball in promo, with 5 hours in advance without family work constraint for a solo night at the hotel before an operation at dawn the next day. Beaune area technical stop. It's time to take off my long shorts and put on my swimsuit shorts, which are no more than 20 cm in height, after the delicate insertion of my small travel aneros plug. Naked behind the trunk, nobody saw me, well I think. I would have been dismantled on the spot otherwise.The t-shirt is cropped and shows my tanned hips as soon as I shrug a shoulder. In teeth, with the charm of a German vacationer, it took me no more than 5 seconds to find myself naked. The kind easy to peel, I go back to my crate grayed by this availability. It's hot, a lot of tourists on the road. I think of that evening where I could welcome a guy to my hotel, my ad posted on LDD. But why not a little plan on the road? Near Mâcon, the motorway area without a service station, it is almost 2 p.m. Flashing right for a visit and stop because I have alerts on LDD. Not very pleasant these tourists who still occupy the places en masse. I'm going to start again, but strangely towards the exit, along a thicket, no one is parked.I take the small signposted path for motor homes and park.A discussion begins on LDD and I am satisfied to think that the type will come to join me at the hotel at 9:30 pm. Three cars paused a few yards from the picnic table I sat on, but no flirt. The case or the rabbit is in the bag, the project is worth on the certainties: what is certain is that it is dead calm here. I go to the clinic for a final appointment. I put on the long shorts to present myself properly. I also have to buy food and condoms.Fairly fluid traffic in the end, I drop off some things at the clinic. I still have to go shopping and I have 3 hours to… visit Lacroix Laval park, a cruising spot discovered of course thanks to the aforementioned site….***** Almost an hour wasted doing these errands. Finding a business in the suburbs is always a hassle. I did not buy the condoms at the convenience store, the cashiers were barely of age. I was able to get my supplies at the pharmacy opposite, it was funnier to make the grannies turn around and not be afraid of the pharmacist's reaction. That's it ? yes thank you - I did not even dare to take gel.4:00 pm I rush into the parking lot and go to park at the back. I have already been there once in scouting, and I have not met anyone, barely a few handkerchiefs. The part that I had visited was quite exposed to the walkers who are numerous. I had even been able to observe a security service. So be careful, I don't take out my sheet because I don't intend to settle down for too long: you have to stay stealthy.But not too discreet. I get busy in front of my trunk, remove the long shorts to return to the court, prepare my tote shopping bag. On the other side of the parking lot, a thirty-something jeans shirt, French cap, glasses, small backpack, handsome person, whom I had seen towards the entrance approached and manifested himself from a distance. As I know he is watching me, I put the car key in the inside pocket of my swim shorts, turning around to him, then take tissues one by one from the box to put them in my bag.Convinced that he hasn't missed anything and that my legs couldn't have left him indifferent, I close everything and immediately set off towards the back of the park, as if I knew the place. I only turned around once and saw that he had shifted. So I started looking for a sheltered corner, zigzagging a bit. I spot a slope, a hedge of shrubs borders it and prevents seeing the slope from the path that runs along it. A few meters away I spot traces of passage and engulf myself without difficulty. I immediately find myself on a small sloping clearing, completely out of sight. Standing, one can discern the walkers who circulate on the path above. Sitting, I no longer have this point of view and I wait for my newsboy to present himself. But after 2 minutes, still no noise. He may know another way to get to this place. Distraught by the idea that another walker is taking him away, I put on my t-shirt and quickly climb back up to the path. I stand under a tree and he is still in the tall grass that borders the wood. He puts his hand on her cock and I greet him that way in return too. He approaches, I look him in the eyes, discovers his sweet face, his clear eyes, but he doesn't dare. At my height he coughs and dares, staring at me: - Hello, are you looking for something here?His approach surprises me a little, I hope he understood anyway. With the same propriety, I reply - I do not know this park well. Maybe you could show me? I just put my hand in the basket and he goes on, contemplating me: - It's really going to be a great end of the afternoon.- That's exactly what I was telling myself. I pretend to follow him, thinking he has a better corner to offer me. But it takes me to where I was. Some discussions on the vigilance that we must maintain: I am already naked and he in all his forms. He wants to know my name and tells me his name is Sébastien.**** In the shade of the oaks we begin our session, shared desire, a smile on our lips. I kiss him on the neck as he unwraps his cock. I take off her t-shirt and stroke her breasts. His penis is not the longest I have come across, but it is erect, slightly curved upwards and adorned with a well-defined, firm and shiny tassel. Squatting, I bring my mouth up and my tongue wraps around this soft ball. Delicately, I redraw the outlines. I swallow it and it's my lips that now come to tighten and play with the puffy fold of that end in the shape of a firefighter's helmet.- Oh Arnaud. He likes to say. It really is a very beautiful end of the afternoon.So as not to go too fast when I was ready to swallow it fully, I get up and bend to resume my language game at the base of his penis and extend it on its brake. His breath is heard and I am motivated by this excitement that I feel rising. During this time, his hands are abandoned on my neck and my breasts as well as my rump that I have not forgotten to make him accessible.At the end of the discovered palpations of my body, his fingers walk between my buttocks and meet my little plug. After a slight recoil, they began to inspect the equipment. Sebastien seems to smile inside. Once again his breath and his groans reflect full satisfaction. He quickly decides to play, not without delicacy, with the visible extremity. For my part, I feel that he is angry with my ass and I am delighted to be undertaken as well. I now swallow it thoroughly, contain my choking so as not to make a noise.- Oh Arnaud… Arnaud He asked me my first name to be able to say it each time his joys panic him. It's a first for me, I find it so charming.He can't take it anymore, he needs to have the body that I am happy to make available to him. He makes me get up, kisses me, embraces me, holds me by my plug or by my cock that he does well. His breath and his groans redouble when he licks and swallows my piercing. He starts sucking me, kneading my breasts or dildoing me with my toy. He compliments me on my size and feasts on giving me many pleasuresI decide to remove my toy while he sucks me and tears my breasts out again. It hurts me, but I try not to show it too much. His desire is furious and I ...

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