Casual Nude Beach Blow Job

Summer rules. Summer is for fun. I mean, any time can be fun, of course. But life here on this planet is cyclical and seasonal, and in many ways thats a good thing. Its cold for a while and we turn more inwards, more introspective. And then the sun comes out again, and its warm, and its time to be more external. To get out and experience life, outdoors. Time to go nude. Time to get high as a kite. Time to thoroughly relish some sun, warmth, joy, movement, and delicious, hot sex. Its so much fun, being a part of the cycle. The fact that it all ebbs and flows is what makes it more vital. The fact that Summer doesnt last is what makes me want to grab hold of it, while its here, and make it count. God I love to get naked in the warm sunshine, with loads of other fun-loving people, eager to get all these stupid clothes off! Love watching my lovely friends strip and run around, beautiful penises saying hello to the warm, sensual breeze, bouncing all around, looking so irresistibly yummy. Pulling off my shirt, letting my tits come out to play. Slipping the bottoms off, yes PLEASE DO have a look there between my legs, I hope the view is inspiring. Oh, right, this ***isnt supposed to be sexual*** Fuck off. OF COURSE IT IS! Why in the world wouldnt it be, and why in the world would anyone think it ***wrong*** to feel deep down into ones soul and make ALL those connections. Sexuality is vitality. Vitality is spiritual. Its the nourishment we need to live, as much as air, water, and food. Getting naked forms a deep and healthy connection to that vital center reminds us of our humanity and how beautiful it is that we are capable of feeling so good and experiencing so much joy. Oh my how I love to fuck. Summertime screwing. Deep, connected, velvety touch. Sensuality expressed in every move, every word, impossible to ignore yet so subtle in realization. Those occasional prolonged glances at my body yes, thank you so much for noticing and I hope the view is inspiring. My, yes, please do direct those glances there between my legs, maybe we can arrange for your penis to end up there. I adore cock so much. Beautiful, heavy, dangling, meaty penises. Oh. My. Goodness. So many; so little time. I could never be anything but a slut. Like, this conversation is great, and all, but wouldnt you rather be fucking my brains out? Dont wanna get high with me? Go find a spot in the bushes and cum all over my tits? But, wait, hold up for a second, let me explain. Okay, look, yes, Im an exhibitionist slut, and totally incorrigible. I love to be playful and I love nudity and sex. But Im not a psychopath, not a nymphomaniac, not someone who is desperately out there on a limb using hardcore sexuality to fill a void. I am not power-tripping. I dont need to be lewd or crazy, I dont need to invade the space of others to prove a point. I dont need to make everyone notice me and how much more out there I am. Because Im not, really. Just a pretty basic human, really. I just happen to have found the voice inside me thats willing to speak the truth of what brings me happiness and satisfaction: hot guys appreciating my naked body and putting their beautiful dicks in me. Alright, so I did a thing. A little out there. Probably a lot of lifestyle type people wouldnt even think of it as a big thing, but to me it was/is. Couple weekends ago, out at my standard nude spot: the clothing optional beach nearest town, on the River. Fun fun fun, it was the first warm and sunny day of the year and it felt so good to finally get naked outside. Met up with some friends old and a couple new ones. A guy that Ive been friends with for a while but hadnt seen in ages was there. Have had friendly connections with him and hes a sweetheart but wed never been sexual. I never thought of him as super hot, but certainly cute enough that Id definitely play around with him if the chemistry was right and he wanted to. Totally fuckable. As soon as he got nude I was immediately weirdly attracted to him. I think Id forgotten that he honestly has a pretty doggone nice cock. Felt great to be naked with him. Really enjoyed sitting around and chatting, noticing him enjoying it too. Was a fun day, great conversations, lots of great stuff, walking around the beach, feeling wonderful. So much warm sun, I cant begin to describe how amazing it felt after such a long wait for it this year. And I cant imagine, on a day like that, wanting to do ANYthing other than get TOTALLY nude and frolic around, basking, taking it all in. There was a specific moment during that day when, while hanging out with this friend of mine, I just felt myself absolutely FLUSH with that ecstatic, fuzzy-vision, full body shake of pure energy. Have you ever had that? Where the sensory input is coming-in strong and it all just HITS in EXACTLY the right way, inside you, and you put all the pieces together, and you feel a kind of certainty in your connection to the whole, wide universe? We were walking together, and I became suddenly HYPER aware of being nude, and it felt so damn wonderful. It made me SO happy. It was a deeply, magically thrilling sensation. Overwhelming, knee-weakening. Later in the day my friend was sitting in a low chair facing the water. I came back from a little dip and I loved the way he watched me coming out of the water and walking back up the beach. Just one of those amazing god I love being naked for you moments. I sat down in front of him and used his shins as my backrest. 'Is that okay? 'Yeah, sure. Obviously that progressed to hands on shoulders, neck, a little friendly massage, 'oh man that feels soooo good, thank you These things have a way of evolving. You touch, it feels magical, its like a damn bursting, it feels like a reprieve from all the humdrum of daily life. Especially when the touch is shared with someone new. Its honestly such a relief, in a way of speaking, feeling the way the inhibitions are invited to gradually peel away. With each passing minute, and with each green light, the excitement opens its flower. A little later on: lying next to one another, sunbathing. Later afternoon, the sun was at its warmest. Its a whole thing, unto itself, to sunbathe naked with someone. Its one thing to lay out totally naked, in the sun, by yourself which is a beautiful experience. But its on another level, to feel the way the warmth hits, and the way it energizes those vital centers, and to know that the person lying next to you is on that same bandwidth. Ah, and there it was, of course our bodies, oops, got too close, now were touching, I guess theres nothing to be done about it, well just have to lie here like this, now, our naked bodies connected. Every new touch is a moment that takes you by the hand and leads you breathlessly down a golden path. We were both lying there, still, face up. I flopped my leg over his, playfully. My thigh was just a few inches from his penis. We stayed there like that for a while, not saying a word. I eventually turned over onto my stomach. He placed his leg over mine, like Id done. It felt so good. I turned my head toward him so as to make sure he could see me. His hand eventually rested gently on my butt cheek. I smiled brightly and mmmmmm I had a notion. An idea. A stroke of insight. I turned over again, but sort-of curled up on my side and used his stomach as my pillow. Once again with the 'is that alright? and 'yeah, sure. Its good to not let things run away, to check in, and actually have a meeting of the minds. Consent is sexy and awesome, and the check-ins are always worthwhile. But you can do those check-ins with touch, also, and we did. His hand gently on my head, playing with my hair. My hand gently resting on his stomach. Yes, thats fine, that feels wonderful. For context, we were pretty-much out in the open. Not, like, totally visible-visible, but definitely not hidden away from view. We could be observed by anyone nearby who wouldve chosen to see. The rest of our entourage was close by. I…