Last July, when summer was at its best, I was walking in the meadow adjacent to my property. Nature was generous under the sun that had been gilding the fields, almost tirelessly, for weeks.
The hay is high and the place removed, I left my clothes at the edge of the small path traced, over time, by the steps of hikers. The rays of the sun penetrated my skin and this feeling filled me with ease.
I started to run in the tall grass that licked my skin in the blazing sun, feeling wonderful this afternoon off.
Along the way, I picked an armful of wild flowers; germs of freedom that are born and grow, even on land that is sometimes inhospitable.
How many would die without even being caressed, offering their fragrance and their beauty, as only the soul of nature has its generosity? I had in my ear the song of the winged gent who was twirling, chirping, not far from me.
Naked, free of everything, I headed for the small stream that serves as the border between two adjoining lands. I had a mad desire to dive into it.
Arriving very close to the oasis, joining my momentum to my recklessness, I plunged headfirst into this limpid water, not coming out until the air in my lungs was exhausted.
The water appeared to me deliciously refreshing and invigorating. It rippled on my body with each of my movements, creeping between the fleshy lips of my naked sex. This benthic ritual sharpened my senses, tickled the fibers of desire that stormed my stomach. I came out of the water, shivering, shivering.
About ten steps from the shore, a huge flat, smooth rock suggested its hot layer to my soaked body. Once accustomed to its benevolent warmth, I lay on my back to contemplate the sky.
Three huge separate masses were deployed there at different altitudes. These clouds were blown by variable wind currents and one mass moved more slowly than the other two. This spectacle, which I confused into three nebulous dancers, was completely admirable. Their movements seemed to me so noble that I began to believe that they were saluting me in passing.
I got up a little…
Leaning on my elbows, to make sure that my presence in this place was indeed lonely. Thus drawn up, my eyes fell on my splendid legs whose nature had so generously adorned me.
I admired the delicate line of my feet, at the end of which my toes twisted nonchalantly to get rid of the infiltrated sand. My legs, on the other hand, please me, as much for their length as for their athleticism. My gaze then rested on my blond fleece that the water had frizzled.
There were still a few drops on it. I could contemplate my two well-drawn lips which began to open under the excitement which gradually invaded me. Giving free rein to the tasty and most exciting examination of my anatomy, I examined the hollow of my sun-drenched belly where there remained a small pond coming from my wet hair.
The water made its way between my breasts and ended up in the adorable cavity of my navel. My gaze then ends on my breasts. Large, swollen, without being heavy, just enough to find them desirable.
Their extensions, adorned with a lace of pink flesh, quivered deliciously in the breeze that came to brush against it.
I threw a last circular glance before laying down again on the stone
I gently took my breasts between my fingers, caressing them until a pleasant tickling came to annoy their extremity.
For pure pleasure, I rolled the ends which hardened more under my caresses. This adorable contact increased the awakening of my senses. I felt a gentle warmth invade my stomach and descend to my cock in a wave that was becoming more and more fiery. Sighs of comfort arose on my lips and accompanied the rustling of the leaves playing with ole, God of the winds.
My fingers left my chest to begin a descent marked by cajoleries. They were fresh and created feverish goosebumps on my skin. The adventure of my hands continued towards the inside of my thighs.
They trembled under the caresses I lavished on them. I delayed the moment when I was going to touch my cock, but soon the desire for the flesh became more crying than my will. It seemed to me that the sun, darting, intense, penetrating, rejoiced at the shudders which it added to my disturbance.
I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to this delicious moment when the desire for the flesh is master of gestures. My fingers, which explored every millimeter of my vulva, were in search of supreme pleasure.
Between my lips were swollen with fever, a finger found the bud of my nymph excited with impatience. From the first press, my fingers no longer wanted to leave this home. My enjoyment intensified and caused, in the long run, an abundant dew which seeped into the folds of my secret fault.
This whey made my pleasure even sweeter. I was now deaf to the songs of the birds, to the rustling of the leaves. I became the groan of my delirium and the vibration of all my senses in unison.
After this exquisite lonely euphoria, I opened my eyes. From the stream, a man was staring at me. But who was it? I felt slightly confused but mostly amused by what I could guess. Kneeling in the water, his hands were completely submerged.
‘What it can be beautiful! I said to myself, when my eyes left the incessant whirlpool on the surface of the water, caused by the enthusiasm of the unknown wanker. Her coppery skin revealed the hours spent in the fields to work hard. Judging by the tone of his muscles, I assumed he must be working on neighboring land.
I was afraid he would run away when I saw him watching. I closed my eyes. There was something disturbing about the situation. To have been spied on to indecency had the effect of whiplash. A stinging burn was felt between my thighs?
Taken at my own intoxication, I fell back into the carnal lair where the gaze in trance of the unknown was a caress for my skin. His eyes had now changed into gestures that explored me, touched me, starting a ritual dance between the lips of my sex offered.
When I opened my eyes again, the guy, swollen to the full, was standing very close to me. So close that his rod almost brushed against my cheek.
I was bewitched by this colossal offering
My mouth took hold of this virility which stretched proudly towards me. His cock glided over the fleshy body of my tongue and against the damp walls of my mouth.
I sucked this blessed sex that my pussy coveted. I caressed her buttocks that I felt vigorous. He withdrew himself from the sheath that sucked him. His body arched, his hand tightly pressed his member and a spurt of several spurts of cum abounded on my tongue.
My lips, my cheeks and my tongue were sprayed with it. I greedily reveled in his seed.
Barely back from his delirium, still agitated in the furrows of a spontaneous enjoyment, he approached his pretty face and slipped his tongue between my teeth. His long kiss looked like gratitude and was interspersed with words: ‘My cousin? Had hidden from me that he had? such a wonderful one ?? neighbor.
Are you beautiful? .. Your sensuality took my breath away just now. ‘ I found him very pleasant and above all, very affable. He invited me to follow him in this river of matchmaking powers.
We played it like children. Our naked bodies glided against each other like dolphins in a wedding ceremony. His hands only left me to hug me more tightly. Our fingers served as preliminary instruments for the rest.
The desire to unite his fever with the fire that he fueled in me, despite us, pushed us out of the water. With a naughty leg, he knocked me over the fine sand of the shore. His body, above mine, stood in the way of the sun.
I adored her golden hands which imprisoned my breasts and her insatiable mouth which drank me.
A country delirium arises between his mouth and my breasts before he plunges his head between my thighs. He graced my slit with his nosy tongue. It stoked me to such an extent that I would soon have welded it to me so that it finally penetrated me with its sword.
He penetrated me with good heart, one would have thought his sex designed to measure so that I receive it.
I was lovingly filled with his tributes. Her buttocks, powerful at will, met my expectations. The friction of his flesh against mine brought its share of emotions. My nymph appropriated more with each movement of this essential stake until soulas.
I sensed that his well-balanced kidney strokes would no doubt lead us to this united death, which was about to exhale its last sighs.
I felt terribly happy right now. We rolled in the sand, thus entwined, and we laughed a lot about these frenzied turnstiles. After retrieving our clothes, he took me home.
By chance, we now often meet at the river. And even, the other day, he came with his cousin, my lovely neighbor.
