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A hot one Summer It was, many years ago in the south of France, on one Nudist – campsite. It was already in the second week of vacation I spent with my wife and our children. We made friends with the tent neighboring barn, a nice German family.
The sun and the sea had not only made the day hungry, but also quite thirsty. So it happened that said neighbor, we call him Fred, came across in the evening with two small bottles of beer and brought the suggestion that we could push the tables together for dinner and measure the dinner together, which then happened.
After dinner it was time for the children to go to bed, we sat further together, enjoyed the evening and after the wine a few little beers until we all had the necessary bed weight and then moved to the air mattresses at some point.
Not very early in the morning I was woken up by rumbling, Fred is at the open entrance of the tent and apologized that he had stumbled across the tent line. The first thing I feel is my bordered bladder and my swollen stand to the magnificent size. My wife has already gone to purchases with the children, I’m alone in the tent. Fred asks if I slept well, I affirm and say that I actually have to go to the toilet quite urgently, but at the moment I can’t.
He looks at me questioningly, then smiles when I hit the sleeping bag and he sees my “problem”! However, this loosened relatively quickly, but when I get up I felt how urgently my bladder needs relaxation! Fred says he has the same goal, we could go together.
We had nice places with sea view, but they were most away from the toilets, I had my doubts as to whether the way was not too long for my bladder. Running was out of the question anyway, I thought about whether I should sit down somewhere and with a mining mine … Not good either, there were already too many people on the road! The sea would also be there, but I would have had to make a decision earlier, we were already in the middle of the campsite, completely naked and still far too far away from the toilets ..
The pain by holding back grew into unbearable, I felt that I could only endure it very briefly and a redness of the embarrassment rose in my face. As I look over to Fred, I see that he also fought with the same and was already in the process of losing the fight, it glittered on his right leg golden yellow in the morning sun and from his tail ran a thin trickle in the sand ..
He noticed my gaze, also had a red head and we had to laugh at the situation in which we were stuck. Our locks opened completely by laughing and we Hessen run down the juice on the legs for a moment, but quickly remembered that someone could notice what we did, which might have triggered an unsightly discussion. So we put on an innocent mine, talked about the weather and continued to go towards the toilet.
In between, when I felt unobserved, I continued to pee and enjoyed this warm liquid that ran down on my legs. I also saw that Fred had also got the taste and the same deed.
Arrived at the sanitary block, it was no longer necessary to go to the toilet, but the shower was necessary. We were the only people in the shower and stood under the shower. I watched Fred how he picked up his tail and directed it against me. I laughed and said “coward, cowardly”, he pressed his good piece between thumb and index finger, tensioned his abdominal muscles …and sprayed his piss in my face and on my upper body! I licked my lips and praised the wine from the previous day.
I enjoyed it like the recruited in front of the urine …
The vacation days unfortunately pulled far too quickly, Fred and I hadn’t spoken about our experience in the shower. Somehow it had unsettled me that I had such an experience with a man and found it so cool. I actually didn’t feel gay, although I was already involved in games with the same age as a 14-year-old at school, of which the parents and teachers have better not experienced anything. The girls were still bitchy and unreachable at this age, but the curiosity and the good feelings that were there were strong, too strong to have left it at one time, but (maybe) a different one!At the 14th.
July, the French national holiday, it was once again very hot, Fred’s family and my family were together during the day like the dead flying among the parasols at the beach. For dinner we put together the tables as usual and were looking forward to the fire on Beach and the lantern parade of the little ones through the campsite.
After that, dance, music and wine were announced for the big ones until dawn. The heat did not give away on the evening either, it was so warm that we could do without any clothing (were allowed!))). After the move, we stood in a large crowd around the fire on the beach, in front of us the children with their paper lanterns, Bea, my wife, was talking to Gertrude, Fred’s wife about children’s fashion.
Fred stood behind me as if by chance, we talked about travel destinations in America.
Suddenly he fell silent, I felt a not unknown warm wet on my left leg, the wine had done its effect at Fred, so now he stood behind me with an innocent mine, looked into the starry sky and pissed my leg on my leg! At first I was surprised, because I absolutely didn’t expect that, but then I enjoyed it and slowly moved back until I could feel his cock between my buttocks. I had to keep my legs together, almost in respect, to prevent his piss from spraying between my legs! The skin contact did not remain without effect on Fred, I felt how his masculinity was upset.
Our women had changed their conversation theme and now talked about child rearing. Slowly I reached back with my left hand and took his best piece that now swelled a lot between my fingers. I was glad that the fire was no longer so bright and the people were distracted around us.
But the opportunity to be discovered at any time increased the tension and the lust! I rubbed Fred’s wet acorn slowly up and down between my buttocks and massaged his lust edge with my thumb. Pissed out a few splashes of urine, but soon I felt in his cock that his climax was close. I paused with the movement for a moment, but it was already too late. With a deep breath, he pushed his pelvis a little forward, pressed his cock to me and broke his sperm into my PoSpalt, from where it slowly dripped down.
With slow, inconspicuous movements I tried to blur the slimy wet, with a well -known smell noticeable! I smelled of my hand out of pure curiosity and lust and licked a small drop of sperm off the finger.
The taste is difficult to describe, but was not uncomfortable at all and asked for more. I had a strong erection, but strolling around with a stiff on a nudist area is not necessarily the yellow from the egg! I soon had the problem under control (counting with sheep!))). The skin on my ass soon started to span and tickle the hair on the hairs. It’s a good thing that nobody had watched us (or watched and said nothing)! I said to Bea, I had to quickly say, she says with a mischievous grin “Go to the sea briefly, that is closer!“And points to the coast.
Hardly from the reach of the fire license, I open my locks and prick my cock with pleasure that it sprays in all directions, the bladder has long been empty, legs and stomach completely piss off when I wash myself in the sea.
Back with Bea and Gertrude, I ask for a rag with played concern. When asked why I say that the sea was unfortunately far too far away, I would have had to pee in the sand and now I want to clean everything I have pinched, how it should be heard for a good family man and as a big role model for his children. Gertrude wants to know whether I sprayed Pipi on my feet. I’m saying, unfortunately, even the legs would have it caught And I even showed her to where, but the pee was rinsed thoroughly with sea water and it is guaranteed to never come before until next time.
We all laughed, the children want to know why. You still don’t know the true answer!Then we brought the children to bed and went to four to the garden restaurant of the campsite (where there are also no clothing regulations), ordered a bottle of wine and enjoyed the wonderfully warm evening, which had started really comfortably.
We had sat in a table in a poorly lit corner of the garden restaurant. The dresses brought with them were mostly still unused in a chair, only the women had put on a T-shirt.
What a nice sight!Bea’s T-shirt was a little too long, it looked like a super short mini dress, but had a nice neckline and, above all, deeply cut-out arm openings, through which you with a little luck and the right angle can be done to your small, soft, slightly hanging breastscould see the nipples. When she bent down, the hem slipped enough to get her little hairy next pussy Watch with the large, fleshy labia. She was not even aware of this effect and blushed when I praised her in the presence of Gertrude and Fred.
Gertrudes T-Shirt had the right length, their big breasts with the amazingly stiff nipples and their rounded tummy let the garment ended exactly at the hairline of their partially shaved pussy. I danced quite closely with her and her probably always damp mouse touched my thighs at first as seemingly unwanted, but when she felt how it electrified me and my cock was opposed to her, she played the game and the touch became more and more intense.
But unfortunately, the dance was far too short.
As we go down the few kicks from the dance floor, I see how they wiped out my droplets of pleasure from the groin area while the right thigh. She somehow looks at me triumphantly and smiles. I reply her smile and feel how a small, glittering drop loosens from my tail and puts a thread pulling on the left thigh
. I didn’t dare to dance with her a second time, for fear of my temperament and the possible reaction from Bea! A little later, Gertrude Bea had simply asked for dance because it is nothing unusual in France when two women dance together.
A beautiful and exciting picture was to see these two pretty women dancing together!Actually, I wanted to ask Fred at that moment if he liked it on the beach down, but then thought with a smile that this was not necessary, since I had his joy in my hand and my buttocks. There it was again, the great feeling of the full bladder, I think about whether I want to spread my legs a little inconspicuously and treat the dear ants a peeing shower (which is not the first time were!), but there is another thought (revenge is sweet!):
I slow down and stand behind the seated Fred, who looks at the dance stage and says: “What a beautiful picture!“Fred nods, I look around for safety. He leans back and pulls me to his side and enjoys smiling as I now wet his tail, belly and thighs. How I am finished, he takes his wallet, takes 100 francs out of it, gives me the order to get another bottle of wine, unfortunately it is currently prevented.
And so we danced, laughed and cuddled until the sky in the east became bright and ended the evening as it started: in harmony with nature ..
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