20-01-2019, 03:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 20-01-2019, 10:12 PM by Ramesh_Rocky.)
They were French, Anita discovered, as they fussed around her discussing her condition in their native language with that charming accent. When she didn't respond they changed to English and it was clear that they spoke very little. No matter, she was safe and her rescuers headed towards the shore with her pointing out the cove and white sand that she had left a while ago.
They all arrived and the blond jumped into the water at the edge of the beach as the darker of the two picked her up and cradling her in his arms , handed her to his friend. As he did so the towel fell into the sea and as she waved aside their apologies she felt the hard muscles of the blond lift her onto the sand as if she were weightless and for the first time Anita found herself aware of her nudity. The thought crossed her mind that if her husband could see her now, being carried naked by a well built younger naked man he would be....she wondered....angry or excited....maybe both....but certainly excited; very excited was her firm
conclusion.
He carried her to her belongings and gently laid her back on the towel. Feeling slightly uncomfortable due to the presence of the two nude males who had done her a favour, Anita hunched up , her arms around her knees as she attempted, unsuccessfully, to cover the swell of her breasts with her knees as the darker one joined them. They introduced themselves....the blond was Pierre and the darker one was Serge....how to remember which was which, she thought....then as they stood in front of Anita the answer came to her....…….one was circumcised ..Pierre..with a healthy,thick cock that was slightly larger than your husbands.....the other was not circumcised.. Serge.. and his cock was very large,bigger and thicker than you had seen,even on nudist beaches she been to....it was almost scary in it's dimensions....but fascinating in its way.
Anita smiled at them courteously but with goosebumps in her stomach. She repeated the names turning from one to the other repeating.."Serge".."Pierre".. to them as her eyes now behind the sunglasses moved from one cock to the other. They laughed and repeated "Anita".."Anita".. with their accents even more charming in English.
She thought that she couldn't wish to meet a more handsome couple of rescuers and her mood gradually lifted from fear to flirtation. Gingerly she brought her legs down exposing her breasts so that her French rescuers could see her full breasts in all their majestic glory. Proud and erect! After all they had already seen her naked and squeamishness would not help. Moreover had they wanted they could have ravaged her right away. Such decent folk deserved a treat for their eyes.
Serge went to the boat and returned with an ice box which he set down on her large towel and they sat in front of her on their smaller towels while their wet towel dried on the rocks behind her. The box contained a picnic, in the french style, with champagne and little canapes to tempt the palate.
These were not fishermen, more like educated young men who had the means to live well and the inclination to enjoy life.
The champagne rather went to Anita’s head and the small but tasty snacks didn't do a lot to soak it up so after a short while she started to totally relax.
They were charming in their faltering English and their presence made her feel warm, sensual and desired. The fact that they were strangers and she was all naked under the hot sun gave the moment a piquant eroticism. She felt more and more relaxed and lay on her back to take the sun as the conversation died down in the heat. Slightly uncomfortable on the towel she sat up and as
they were both on their backs with their eyes closed and their semi erect cocks resting on their thighs, she mustered up courage and spread her legs slightly, drawing one up towards her. The partial exposure sent a frisson of excitement through her and she sat back and admired their bodies.
Lazily, Serge stroked his stomach the ridges of muscle gleaming in the
sun, then almost absentmindedly, he started to stroke his cock. Her mouth fell open as he pulled back the skin and the head was visible, a purply pink colour against the brown foreskin that sheathed it. She felt a slight trembling in her stomach as he stroked it, his eyes still closed seemingly unworried by the presence of the young Indian housewife or his friend. Anita felt her pussy moisten as his cock hardened before her gaze.....it was intoxicating.....the heat, the wine and this large cock rising to it's full length.....she felt her wetness.....so sensitive was she that she almost orgasmed at the first few touches. She stopped, trembling as his eyes opened.....he smiled and said that it was too hot....holding out his hand he led her to the sea. Pierre
got up and joined them. With both of them holding her hands they approached the water, Serge's member now in a more relaxed state, but still a fascination as she looked out of the corner of her eye. It was a moment Anita wished could have been preserved in a photograph. She, as nude as could be in the company of two nude young men from a different nationality leading her with care, love and respect into the sea.
The first warm caress of the water against her legs was delicious and they stood there holding her hands, just at a depth where the small waves reached their peak and broke on her sensitive mound.....if it was deliberate it was genius...in any case it was effective as the forces of nature conspired with her new friends to excite her...gently but firmly lapping at her mound, the perfectly cut black pubic hair no defence against these waves as the foam broke over her.
They saw her weaken and felt her tremble. Thinking she was nervous of the sea they led her out a bit further smiling and laughing to relax her. She swam, feeling so at one with nature and your sexuality. She swam freely, the events leading to her rescue forgotten as her new friends showed off a little, swimming around her like dolphins in the water,trying to impress her with their moves....she smiled...they were good people and Anita felt flattered by their attention.
They all arrived and the blond jumped into the water at the edge of the beach as the darker of the two picked her up and cradling her in his arms , handed her to his friend. As he did so the towel fell into the sea and as she waved aside their apologies she felt the hard muscles of the blond lift her onto the sand as if she were weightless and for the first time Anita found herself aware of her nudity. The thought crossed her mind that if her husband could see her now, being carried naked by a well built younger naked man he would be....she wondered....angry or excited....maybe both....but certainly excited; very excited was her firm
conclusion.
He carried her to her belongings and gently laid her back on the towel. Feeling slightly uncomfortable due to the presence of the two nude males who had done her a favour, Anita hunched up , her arms around her knees as she attempted, unsuccessfully, to cover the swell of her breasts with her knees as the darker one joined them. They introduced themselves....the blond was Pierre and the darker one was Serge....how to remember which was which, she thought....then as they stood in front of Anita the answer came to her....…….one was circumcised ..Pierre..with a healthy,thick cock that was slightly larger than your husbands.....the other was not circumcised.. Serge.. and his cock was very large,bigger and thicker than you had seen,even on nudist beaches she been to....it was almost scary in it's dimensions....but fascinating in its way.
Anita smiled at them courteously but with goosebumps in her stomach. She repeated the names turning from one to the other repeating.."Serge".."Pierre".. to them as her eyes now behind the sunglasses moved from one cock to the other. They laughed and repeated "Anita".."Anita".. with their accents even more charming in English.
She thought that she couldn't wish to meet a more handsome couple of rescuers and her mood gradually lifted from fear to flirtation. Gingerly she brought her legs down exposing her breasts so that her French rescuers could see her full breasts in all their majestic glory. Proud and erect! After all they had already seen her naked and squeamishness would not help. Moreover had they wanted they could have ravaged her right away. Such decent folk deserved a treat for their eyes.
Serge went to the boat and returned with an ice box which he set down on her large towel and they sat in front of her on their smaller towels while their wet towel dried on the rocks behind her. The box contained a picnic, in the french style, with champagne and little canapes to tempt the palate.
These were not fishermen, more like educated young men who had the means to live well and the inclination to enjoy life.
The champagne rather went to Anita’s head and the small but tasty snacks didn't do a lot to soak it up so after a short while she started to totally relax.
They were charming in their faltering English and their presence made her feel warm, sensual and desired. The fact that they were strangers and she was all naked under the hot sun gave the moment a piquant eroticism. She felt more and more relaxed and lay on her back to take the sun as the conversation died down in the heat. Slightly uncomfortable on the towel she sat up and as
they were both on their backs with their eyes closed and their semi erect cocks resting on their thighs, she mustered up courage and spread her legs slightly, drawing one up towards her. The partial exposure sent a frisson of excitement through her and she sat back and admired their bodies.
Lazily, Serge stroked his stomach the ridges of muscle gleaming in the
sun, then almost absentmindedly, he started to stroke his cock. Her mouth fell open as he pulled back the skin and the head was visible, a purply pink colour against the brown foreskin that sheathed it. She felt a slight trembling in her stomach as he stroked it, his eyes still closed seemingly unworried by the presence of the young Indian housewife or his friend. Anita felt her pussy moisten as his cock hardened before her gaze.....it was intoxicating.....the heat, the wine and this large cock rising to it's full length.....she felt her wetness.....so sensitive was she that she almost orgasmed at the first few touches. She stopped, trembling as his eyes opened.....he smiled and said that it was too hot....holding out his hand he led her to the sea. Pierre
got up and joined them. With both of them holding her hands they approached the water, Serge's member now in a more relaxed state, but still a fascination as she looked out of the corner of her eye. It was a moment Anita wished could have been preserved in a photograph. She, as nude as could be in the company of two nude young men from a different nationality leading her with care, love and respect into the sea.
The first warm caress of the water against her legs was delicious and they stood there holding her hands, just at a depth where the small waves reached their peak and broke on her sensitive mound.....if it was deliberate it was genius...in any case it was effective as the forces of nature conspired with her new friends to excite her...gently but firmly lapping at her mound, the perfectly cut black pubic hair no defence against these waves as the foam broke over her.
They saw her weaken and felt her tremble. Thinking she was nervous of the sea they led her out a bit further smiling and laughing to relax her. She swam, feeling so at one with nature and your sexuality. She swam freely, the events leading to her rescue forgotten as her new friends showed off a little, swimming around her like dolphins in the water,trying to impress her with their moves....she smiled...they were good people and Anita felt flattered by their attention.
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