A quick summary of part 1… It’s May, with unusually generous sunshine for the season. I hope these are not the effects of global warming! I had taken an afternoon off and I decided to stop, on the way back, at a small beach on a large lake, an officially naturist beach, not very easy to access and only for those in the know because the signage is very basic. One thing is certain: there will be very few people during the week and at this time of year. Indeed, only two or three cars and no one on the beach when I set up. Person ? Yes, a very attractive male silhouette for me and, even if I appreciate solitude, especially in a beautiful natural setting, I am not against charming company... -------------- ----- I am now less than two meters from this boy who is, even up close, very much to my liking. I don't know if he carefully chose the trunk of the tree he's leaning against, but it's really to his advantage. The sun bathes his body for the greatest pleasure of my eyes. Beauty is very subjective but I can call it very beautiful to me. No, he's not a well-established guy, like a Canadian lumberjack, nor a big Irish guy. Not very tall, very thin, discreet musculature probably simply linked to the practice of outdoor activities. Her curls are dotted with white hair giving an ashen overall look. Small, somewhat sparse beard which frames a fleshy mouth. Clear, gentle eyes and visibly a smile which shows that this somewhat retarded, bohemian student is not shy when I approach. A furtive look at its most intimate anatomy. His penis is of normal size if normality exists in this matter. The veins are visible, probably because of the desire that filters through his body. The foreskin is short and reveals part of the glans of pleasant proportions. Obviously, the gentleman respects Mother Nature and does not bother with hair removal. His pubis displays the small curls of his moderate hairiness. I am now 50 centimeters from my unexpected companion. It would be time to say a word to break the silence a little. A very banal “Hello” comes out of my mouth to which he responds “Hello” with a clearer smile. No need to ask him if my proximity displeases him. Unlike Pinocchio who sees his nose grow longer when he lies, this guy couldn't make me believe that he would prefer that I leave him alone and that he doesn't want this connection. Yes, his lengthening member would not be synonymous with lying in this case! LOLMy hand moves to rest on his chest. Her skin is warm and soft. My fingers slide and follow her small shapes, play with the curls of her hair, gradually explore her anatomy, her stomach, her hips... It's very good. I raise my head a little to approach his mouth, I really want to plant a kiss there. I don't languish for long since his lips come to seek mine. A soft but powerful kiss, languorous and rather passionate. And now I feel my towel, tied a little awkwardly around my waist, loosen and fall at our feet. It's very good actually, I prefer to be naked like him but without hiking shoes! Our bodies can therefore stick together to accompany kisses and caresses. I suggest we go and relax on the beach, in the cozy little corner that I chose when I arrived, a proposal that he accepts without reservation except for the fact that he does not have a towel. He explains to me that he is going on a mountain bike trip over several weeks, taking advantage of unpaid leave. He’s truly a bohemian boy, just like his appearance! No matter, my bath towel is rather large and I am not unhappy to share it with this guy who is definitely very pleasant to my eyes and to all my senses for that matter. As he lays down on the towel, the boy visibly grimaces from the pain. He explains to me that he must have strained a muscle in his thigh and that it's rather uncomfortable. Miracle, I very often have a massage oil, special “sports recovery”, in my sports bag which rarely leaves the trunk of my car and which is precisely there, where I put my clothes and other useful objects. So I place the drops of this miraculous oil on the sore thigh. I massage the area he points out with my fingertips, at first timidly then, little by little, with more application. What a pleasure to be able to not only enjoy the view of her body lying on my towel and to have the privilege of touching that body. The circles of my massages gradually widen beyond the thigh. I go up to the charming little fold of her buttock. His butt, let's talk about it. They are rather small but all round like the rest of its body shape. I also massage the calf, the other leg, up to the buttocks which I can take with both hands. His sighs testify to the shared pleasure, without a doubt. I caress the kidneys, the back, the shoulders and the neck. I am rather inclined to receive massages but here, I must admit, it is a great pleasure to practice them.I invite my improvised companion to turn around to continue the massage if he agrees. Her radiant smile is an unequivocal answer. I also see that his intimacy is totally in line with his smile! I massage, caress, delight in her toned little pectorals, her sensual belly, that cute little navel... After having diligently massaged her legs, I go back to the groin, caress the pubis and can't detach myself from her penis placed on his lower abdomen. I approach my mouth not wanting to coat this beautiful member with oil whose taste is perhaps not the most delicious. I place my lips on his penis and slide my mouth from the bursa towards the glans. I adore. His somewhat jerky breathing is the sign of a somewhat eager approval. I part my lips and take his cock into the wet heat of my mouth. At first slowly, then more markedly. His penis slides, my tongue caresses it, surrounds it, sucks it. I'm not looking for technicality. I enjoy this pleasure and I feel his fingers stroking my hair, a sign that the guy is not too bad. These continuous caresses vary, are interspersed with kisses on the stomach, the thighs, my hands move all over his body and the boy caresses me just as much. His sighs ...

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