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By *otswold OP Man
over a year ago
Cheltenham |
It was during a spell of unseasonably warm weather in October 2011 that went to Morfa Dyffryn in North Wales. There I met John and his wife. This story is a tribute to them both.
For those seeking bona-fide family naturism, the beach near Dyffryn Ardudwy is the certainly the best in the Principality of Wales and arguably the best in the United Kingdom. Behind it there is a wide expanse of dunes. In theory the dunes are a conservation area and therefore ‘no-go’. In practice that is where any adult beach-fun ‘action’ can take place without disturbing or offending the genuine naturists or other beach users. It was in the dunes and still mid-morning when I noted a group of ‘meerkats’ all vying to get a good view of one particular spot. This could only mean that a “show” had their full interest. I soon found that the centre of attention was a couple who I will call John and his wife. They were completely hidden in a dip. About 20 minutes later the voyeurs dispersed and I made a few enquiries. My questions and the replies were overheard by a young guy, good looking enough, and on hearing that the previous show had been initiated by a man who had just sat down next to John’s wife and started a conversation; our young friend was off like a rocket to try his luck. Even from a few hundred yards away it was obvious that she was not very interested. But I had every confidence that there would be others so I decided to try my own version of field craft, this is no more than keeping below the skyline and settling down for a patient wait for the next performance. My observation point was ideal. There was a direct line of sight was from behind a large tussock of marram grass and I was well hidden from all other angles. Why did I not try my own luck straight away? I am realistic. I am the wrong side of sixty and do not have the biggest cock in the world.
But this young guy was persistent and kept coming back. Eventually, and I suspect as much in the hope that once given a bit of token action he would go away, he was allowed to stay. It was not long before she was lying back and he had his head between her thighs. Don’t forget that I already knew that John (the husband) was reasonably tolerant of an audience so I felt confident that I could now move forward closer (but still hidden from other directions). No doubt he already knew I was there anyway. He smiled and by an exchange of sign language invited me to move even closer. John then stood a short distance away to take up crowd control duties making sure that everyone else understood that such closeness was by invitation only. Meanwhile, in confident belief that my turn would come later, I was content to observe from very close quarters. But my confidence was misplaced. Exhibitionists need voyeurs, voyeurs need exhibitionists and there are unwritten rules concerning how the game is played, but this young man had no knowledge of the courtesies and protocols of such situations. He had already shot his bolt while still tonguing her and what he did not realise was that he was there for her pleasure and not the other way round. Once he had cum he was another notch on her belt for that day and was expected to move off and make room for the next. But no, he now wanted a blow job even though it soon became apparent that he was not a ‘repeater’. Nor was he able to understand that she was not enjoying rough treatment of her tits. Worse still, if a woman holds a guy’s foreskin forward while the cock is in her mouth, it is a sign that the guy has been careless over personal hygiene ;-(
Eventually he got the message so I moved into the vacated slot between her thighs, but I need not have bothered. It was becoming clear that the fun had gone out of it from her point of view. I pride myself on usually being able to gauge a woman’s level of arousal, and if she is aroused can find her clitoris without fail and suck on it like a nipple. But hers was no longer firm and her pussy juices were drying up. So there it was. The young guy was still hanging around and it was obvious that he would never take the hint while I remained. I knew that if I was to stand any chance of being given further delights later I had no option but go and to return later.
I did so and we got as far as posing for a photo. But who should turn up almost immediately? Such is life! The condoms that I carry in the crown of my white hat remained unused that day.
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