Nude On The Heavenly Beach And Bare Facts In The Tropics

You have driven in your deserved vacation, looking forward to the beach, sun and sea. Look forward to long hours at the nudist beach and cool drinks. But then comes the right guy who fascinates you on the you go away. And your holiday will be a super hot number.

A little disappointed Yvonne strolls over the promenade on the steep bank. Her expression darkens with the view of the crowded beach more and more. Close-up, an unmanageable crowd of people plays, plays and sleeps. She imagined her first foreign holiday a little differently! Their seemingly aimless march finally pays off. Behind a rugged rock, there is still a nudist beach. Not so nice, white sand, no sunbeds, no ice cream and sausage seller, but peace and idyll! Right there she gets her tanning salon the next morning. Gorgeous, but again dissatisfied! There she lies now, alone with herself, with the sun and her thoughts.

She dives onto her stomach, picks up the closure of the top and pushes the tight panties almost into a rope. Sun hunger! Also the crisp cheeks! On the small chess computer she bored the figures. “Jumpers on b5!” hear her after a while. In a reflex she is up. “For God’s sake,” she says, “lie back on your stomach, people are terribly prudish here.” Only now does her quick glance at the unconsciously bared breasts. The top is just left in the sand. As a result, she stretches again. The nice man, who had taken her in his rental car from the airport to the hotel, recognizes her immediately and also registered with satisfaction his admiring look to her sweet breasts. She is sure that he has seen the buds taut and sparkling. What wonder, after the daydreams during their monotonous game of chess! The thought is not even uncomfortable with this man. Amused, she realizes why he is in such a hurry to sit down. The surprise for his eyes has driven him to below the waist, the light poplin pants has bulged clearly.

Nudism that does not seem to be for him

The two chatter and joke until after almost two hours Yvonne accepts the invitation to his beach castle. “I think people are so prude here?” She comments on his warning that he has his place among a few nudists. “Already, but far away from the place no one bothers with naturism. Yvonne has been used to naturism since childhood. Nevertheless, she makes her thoughts as she heads for the well-described beach castle the next day. As if she had guessed. René is absolutely not nudist. As soon as he reaches out to greet her, he dives on his stomach to hide his “unprofessional” excitement. This reaction gives Yvonne a bit of security, making her even a bit cocky. No, she does not show him a strip, but she enjoys taking off her panties first. She did not wear a bra anyway, in all foresight. In René’s eyes, a weather light draws as she pushes the tiny cotton dress over her head, accidentally hanging there, for a moment on purpose. She is sure of the effect of this image. Her arrogance puts her one step ahead. She can not refrain from teasing: “Is this your first naturist trip?”

Like oil, the compliment goes down that a man can not react otherwise to such a body. She lies down on her back and closes her eyes because of the bright sun. Despite his verbal admiration, she still understands exactly how his eyes are gliding over her body. No leaf he takes before the mouth. He admires her long dark mane, the beautiful neck, the breasts, which lose none of their shape even in this situation. Also for the taut, flat stomach with the cute navel and the heavenly long legs he finds poetic paraphrases. Only for the area where Yvonne’s first butterflies nest, does he seem to have no words. No wonder, she herself knows how sweetly her lips are raised, surrounded by two finely curved black beards. With increasing admiration, the man dares with his fingertips even here and there a gentle touch of the landscape described.

I want to get into the water, “she calls, wanting to change his mind

His growled “later” is clear. She senses that he still drills holes in the sand, so does not want to be seen by the other people. Maybe not from her !? With a jerk, she is around and cuddles the heated front to the cool sand. Intention? Sure, she wants to give him a look at the daring sweep of her crunchy popos. Good thing home, work, hobbies, favorite foods and favorite literature bring your thoughts on the right track. Just her? The gentle strokes of his fingers, along the spine, but only to the very beginning of the long, provocative cleft, they speak for it. All right, Yvonne thinks that a woman can pin her feelings firmly between her legs. She feels that it is not just the sun that makes her pussy sweat. At the first kiss René comes for a little bit from the prone position for the first time. How coincidentally meets the woman’s knee in the stormy Rangelei the tongues the tight horn. Of course, it twitches promptly and longingly. Is it the special climate, the holiday mood, what makes everything so fast?

Close together, they recover from the breathtaking kisses. He has set it up so that her lap lies on his flat hand. Still first, but quickly exploring, very, very sweet and effective! What she could hide from her feelings until then, he feels in joyous excitement. In percent moisture, he can read the state of their feelings. It will be a magical, secret game. On the open beach, just hidden behind a sandwall, he starts to masturbate. Yvonne can not help but retaliate. A handle to full human life is still missing. And what a handle under his belly! What she holds and pushes, she never believes to have got into her hand or in front of her eyes. Like in the barrage, the mighty thorn pulsates. It is getting quieter between the two. Everything is clear, everyone now wants to give the other the perfect joy.

While Yvonne enjoys with her eyes closed, René turns a little to one side and gazes happily at the excitement of the slim woman’s hand. Carefully and curiously, she rubs the skin over the entire length, radiating when the bald head tenses to burst and sparkles in the sun’s rays. “We have to be crazy”, Yvonne pushes out, as she can breathe again, “only two days we know each other … and here on the open nudist beach?” René is unable to answer. He is hungry for a stronger handshake. He comes. The woman blinked at the place of her voluptuous drift and finally shudders as she hits the first salvo on her thigh and the rest simply flies in the sand in a high arc. Without intending to admit each other, they both stretch out on the beach until they are almost all alone. In the gloriously warm ocean, the wild scramble and splash quickly turns into a game with the wistful bodies.

Yvonne experiences it for the first time that she leaves a man in the water alone with his tender hands several times in succession. Exactly after her first cheers, she noticed how he was looking for a very specific point in her vagina and made a back pressure on the Schamberg with her thumb. At their third groan, the two arrived at the sandbank. Like a presentation plate her naked body lies. Only where the butt pushes a Kuhle, because she still feels water. With lips and diligent tongue, René strives to warm up the perhaps cool water castle. Then he too moans as she impatiently goes into the saddle and takes the good piece of man completely in her hot, trembling muff and caresses with exciting slipperiness. On the way home, she growls at his side: “I’m glad that we did not give away any time, after all there are only twelve days left and this climate!”