Hello I am Wilson, I am 40 years old and the story I am going to tell you is a totally true story.Near my house there is a large public garden which looks more like a wild field with a pond and a largely wooded hill, with lots of paths that meander between the trees. In the evening, in afterwork, the executives of the big companies around come here to relieve their hard day before returning to kiss bobonne and the children… in short, direct sex, without blah, as I like.That evening I therefore walk in the alleys of the undergrowth in search of a little pleasure and I notice a guy who contrasts with the usual fauna in costume, he is dressed in shorts, sneakers and a small backpack over his t-shirt, the jogger type, except that the joggers stay on the marked trails near the pond and the pond does not run. He intrigues me a little because he doesn't seem to be flirting either, I start to follow him discreetly, he has a nice ass in his little shorts. He wanders the aisles and I would have let it go if he didn't give me a little sidelong glance every now and then, as if to make sure I still am, but he doesn't stop or makes other gestures in my direction. My libido at the cleat, I continue to follow him when I see him leave the path and sink between the ferns under the trees. I hesitate for a moment then despite my fear of having fallen on a PD breaker (unfortunately it happens and the area is a little known and sometimes poorly frequented) I decide to follow him too, I plunge into the undergrowth to my turn but I can only see his cap above the ferns, which appears intermittently because of the uneven ground. I finally come out in an area where the grass is low and I see my stranger standing at the edge of a small ravine. With his left hand leaning on a tree, he turns his back to me and seems to be pissing in the void that opens under his feet. I unbutton my fly and come and stand next to him as if I wanted to piss too. He shakes off the last drop, looks at me knowingly and says: "Do you like it?" »I nod, so he lifts his arm and comes to put it on my shoulder, the message is clear, I kneel but he holds me back and pulls me towards him to roll me a shovel, he has beautiful blue eyes, 40-45 years old and although brown he is not very hairy. Her tongue is soft and warm and twirls in my mouth, I love !! He pulls back and presses gently on the back of my neck, saying “ok! ". I kneel down for good this time and grabbed his member which begins to grow in my hands, I release his balls still hidden in his panties, weigh them a little, they are moderately hairy, heavy and fine dangling. I put my lips on his penis and get drunk for a few seconds with the male odor emanating from his crotch, this bitter sweet smell of sweat, urine and mucous membrane that has macerated in a little tight panties for a whole time. day. This smell drives me crazy with desire ... I gulp down his penis then take his cock which stiffens more and more as deep as I can without having a high heart, his pubic hair delicately scented with that same male scent tickling my nostrils and while I start to go and come on his stiff cock and that I loosen the glans to him with a lick, my hands rest on her buttocks that I guess are firm through the fabric of her shorts. I slip my hands to her waist and lower the garment that slides over her ankles with a sigh of relief from my handsome stranger. I feel her buttocks again and slide my warm hands in contact with her skin, passing under the elastics of her panties, I was not mistaken, her buttocks are incredibly firm and yet incredibly soft despite the light down that I guess under my fingers, this hard and soft touch at the same time, this skin with a satin touch, reminds me of the buttocks of a marble statue, I want more and removing my hands from her wonderful little ass , I grab the elastic of her panties at the waist and pull them down as they wrap around her thighs. I now have plenty of time to stroke those beautiful buttocks while her fragrant cock rolls under my tongue. His right hand gently strokes the back of my neck and while he sighs with pleasure, his left index finger strokes my temple in a gesture of great tenderness. Lifting my eyes to him, I read his pleasure and benevolence, I have nothing to fear from him, he will only do me good. Reassured and more and more excited, I pick up the pace on his cock and his sighs of pleasure soon give way to small moans that he tries to contain. Even if we cannot be seen, we are only about fifty meters from the path and we could be heard ... his lower abdomen soon comes alive with jolts that reflect a rise in desire, I am not left out even if my cock is in the open air I now feel cramped in my clothes that I have not taken off. I take a few seconds to lower my pants and boxer shorts and a little stream of fresh air will stimulate my buttocks, which have become very wet, so my line is wet with desire. This little interlude was enough for him to regain possession of his means and while I take it back in the mouth and he lets out a deeper sigh, I feel that despite an intact desire, his sexual tension has gone down and thus pushed back a end that neither he nor I want too fast. So I activate again on his tail and swallow the saliva that I deposited there and which is impregnated with his male scent, it's a pure treat and my hands vigorously massage his buttocks to signify my pleasure, I also insinuate a finger between her globes, and if the caress of her line and her small orifice tears off new moans and is accompanied by one or two spasms of the pelvis, when I try to introduce myself he stiffened and in a firm but neutral tone, a tone free from violence or anger, almost benevolent, he just said "please… no".I do not insist any more and start to stroke his buttocks again, but he withdraws from my ...

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