The little corner of nature My fantasy for years was to find myself in a pretty corner of nature, naked, lying on my towel while waiting for the walker who will come to play with my body.This fantasy, the last time I realized it, was this summer, on the banks of the Allier, not far from a bridge well known for being an occasional meeting place.I had visited this place several times, but apart from a few trucks in the parking lot and old little paths full of all kinds of waste, I hadn't found anything that looked like the quiet little corner I was looking for to spread my towel and I was starting to wonder why this place was rated so highly on our site. So I decided one day when I had a little more time to take my backpack and venture much further on the small path that borders the river. After nearly five hundred meters on this chaotic path lined with nettles, a small path on the left allowed me to get closer to the river, I took it and I quickly found myself on a long, wide beach, bordered by small trees. , planted in the sand which provided a little shade and made it possible to be out of sight. I had found my little quiet corner. It was 2:00 p.m., the beach was deserted and the sun was beating down.A few seconds later I found myself naked like a worm on my towel and began to explore the contents of my bag. XXX magazines to occupy the time, a bottle of water for thirst, a plug and gel in case, a pair of nipple clamps, tissues, I was ready.After half an hour of reading and excitement, I saw a man in his fifties coming from the beach and heading in my direction. I sat down and rolled over on my towel so he would notice me.He approached at first and while remaining about ten meters, he took out his penis and began to masturbate. His machine was thick and drowned in a forest of hairs sticking out of his fly. I motioned for h ...

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