The Discrete Beach Exhibitionists

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The Discrete Beach ExhibitionistsHow far do you think you could go, I mean sexually and I mean right out in there in the public domain…how much do you think the people would tolerate regarding open but discrete sexual expression before the line was crossed…before someone would be offended, before it would just become a lewd exhibitionist act…before the cops or someone would intervene…well we had discussed this many times (Layla & I (Slowhand)) and decided to test the waters and explore the boundaries…push the envelope by engaging in a tasteful discrete sexual act in an adult public setting…Layla agreed to give me a handjob at an adult beach and I would indulge her with the same following my completion…We arrived at the beach around 10am, with all the necessary equipment to do the deeds we had planned, we were both nervous but quite excited at the prospect of what we were about to do…I had been in a rigid state more than usual, even for me as we walked toward the beach, surveying the area for a quiet semi-secluded spot to realize our fantasy…Layla tickled my lower back then rubbed her delicate fingers over the front of my swimsuit, caressing the bulge with her fingertips…lightly scratching the material with her long pearly white nails just hard enough to feel her catching on the rim of my cock-head…I begged her please stop, I was having some difficulty walking as we approached several couples along the edge of the dunes and the flat beach area…one of the women noticed what was going on between Layla and I and grinned at us as we strolled past…my boner, quite evident through the tight swimsuit…we walked past numerous groups of people s**ttered about the nude beach…in various stages of dress/undress…the oily smell of tanning lotion hung thick in the still, humid summer heat…Layla wore a tight black two-piece suit, very tight displaying the cleavage of her full soft breasts…the bottom small enough that I had needed to shave her pussy to a soft smooth finish before it could be worn…yes she was catching many second and 3rd looks as we found the spot to place our blanket and chairs at the edge of the populated area…about 20 feet from 2 young couples busy making out and cautiously groping each other in only the acceptable places…we could see from our spot that these young guys were feeling hard and hot and wanted a lot more than their ladies or the public situation would allow…somehow they had persuaded the women to remove their tops, displaying their creamy whites, looked liked they’d never seen a hint of sunlight before…I smiled and nodded hello to them as the ladies fumbled trying to find ways to hide their breasts from everyone’s eyes while trying not to look too uptight…so the guys continued trying to play canlı bahis touchy feely with their girls, applying lotion to each , hoping to cop a tit feel along the way…man I was never going to soften up watching all this and contemplating our unfolding sex show.We continued to set up our stage, placing the blanket under our long narrow chaise-lounge chairs…just as the bulge in my shorts began to subside, Layla asks me to spread lotion on her body…I start from her toe tips, and caress the fluid deeply into her skin up her legs to her suit bottom…she purrs softly as my hands massage her inner thighs…she spreads her legs apart allowing me to use both hands at the top of each leg…sliding my hands over the smooth areas of her buttocks almost totally exposed but for the narrow thong covering her rear to front crevice…I pause as Layla slides back into the chair, into a semi-reclined position, I kneel beside her and continue rubbing the oil into her lower stomach, about an inch above her sweetness, mmmm so smooth and soft, so tempting to just slip under the taut black thong and slide right between her moist lips…I continue rubbing up her stomach towards her breasts, nipples now proudly perked fully awake; her head drifts back over the top of the chair as she releases a heavy sigh, then a soft moan, indicating her full surrender, that I may proceed and take her, do whatever I wish, her inhibitions are gone…I sneak a glance over at the young couples, hmm, caught them watching…they quickly busy themselves with other things, pretending non-interest…ahhh, our first observers…let’s tease them on. I reposition myself to give them the fullest view of Layla and myself…I straddle the narrow chair and begin to work on her shoulders and upper arms as they lay limply at her sides…under her arms, along her sides and over the front squeezing and massaging each breast…feeling the erect nipple straining to pierce through the thin silky material…her sighs and groans become louder and deeper as I slip my fingertips under her top to pinch the hard nips…her arms react to initially to protect her nipples from my advance but find themselves trapped underneath me…She begins to rub my inner legs with the back of her hands, her nails dragging at first from just above my knees to the edge of my swimsuit, with each stroke her fingers reach further under my suit…the 2 young couples are now watching intently, enjoying the action, the guys probably hoping their ladies get turned on and loosen up for them too. Layla hands now explore up my sides carefully avoiding my penis…her delicious fingertips popping up the top of my waistband then disappearing back underneath. I have moved forward without even realizing it, my rigid spear only bahis siteleri inches from her face…as her hands slide around to my rear…I notice another couple watching us from their chairs only about 10 feet away. I hadn’t even noticed their arrival and interest in our activities, they sit in their chairs both nude, facing directly at us, cautiously exploring the inside of each others thighs…I’m loving this extra-curricular stimulation as Layla kneads her fingers deeply into my ass, squeezing each butt cheek, digging her nails into the flesh as she spreads them apart, her hands begin pulling me forward drawing the lump in my suit up to her mouth, waves of erotic heat start to flow through me and I know this is going to happen if I can only keep my legs from buckling under me. My hips are rocking, pelvis thrusting forward as she pulls on me, pulling my crotch to her lips, softly nibbling the bulge with her teeth then pulling me away…several other people who had been strolling past stopped to watch our passion play. The young couples had walked over to watch, both men holding their cocks, trying to hide their situations…the women had given in to softly subconsciously rubbing their furry mounds…god this was unbelievable. Layla’s magic hands finally began to slowly work their way around my sides, gliding up and down…I was obsessed with watching her creamy nail tips pop above the waistband then disappear into the throbbing darkness…my body began to writhe and convulse as her fingers finally brushed past my pleading cock…her nails eased out and caressed my belly button for the longest time…for all the onlookers to see before sliding back inside, giving me the first complete stroke of my shaft, I almost fell over backward experiencing a momentary dizziness. Two strange sets of soft delicate hands quickly propped against my back, supporting me and voices said something about we’ve got you…that Layla and I should continue…Layla looked up at me, the look of her pure lust, the look that drove me wild…her hands pulled out of my suit, she requested a full handful of oil from one of the male bystanders…he eagerly took the bottle and filled her cupped hands until the syrupy fluid oozed over and between her fingers…she brought her cupped hands over her chest, where the escaping oil drizzled down over and between her breasts…quickly she plunged her hands back under my suit and wrapped both hands tightly around my pole…I couldn’t resist but to begin thrusting into her hands, the women supporting my back gave me the strength and leverage to fuck at her hands as they swirled and squeezed. Layla asked me to allow her to stroke while I relaxed and enjoyed our fantasy…as I gazed around at the gathered audience watching güvenilir bahis and playing amongst themselves, I noted it was the two young ladies holding my back…the men were watching, staring at the outlines of Layla’s hands moving under my swimsuit…I followed their eyes back to the same spot, where Layla had settled in a steady method of one hand up and down my shaft for a few strokes while the other hand would roam from my balls and butt to my belly button, where she knew I loved to see her sweet nails appear, she’d then alternate hands and perform the same routine again…I was euphoric, experiencing that heavenly handjob bliss that only those among us that find this sex form so erotic, so pleasing, so intimate…such a gift between partners…such a gift for others to see and share. Layla’s hands pulled out once more for a final dose of oil, only one hand slid back inside to continue the pumping…the other hand massaged through the outer material of the suit…Layla knew this would send me over the top…seeing her nails tracing along the lines of the inner hand as it milked away on her toy…the pre-orgasmic feeling began to descend over me…the onlookers were whispering softly urging us on, or breathing deeply also…the women’s hands on my back clenched tightly at my shoulders and sides, against my sweaty skin they nearly carried my whole upper body weight…my face was turned down now to my crotch, completely focused on my Layla’s hands doing me, she was doing me as I’d never been done before…I had this feeling every time just before I erupted. Her hands moved at just the right speed, held just the perfect grip, touched the rim of the tip, caressed my balls…oh shit here it comes, oh baby…just pull my suit off…I yell out…I got to see your hands stroking me as my cum squirts, show everyone my juicy cream dribbling over your beautiful long pearly white nails…squeeze a little harder as you’re stroking, cup my balls tighter…oh baby, oh yeah, ahhhh. The women’s hands holding my back dig in with their nails as I buck back and forth shooting my load into my bathing suit…pumping glob after glob of warm man-goo into your hand and you soothingly stroke on as puddles of cum form on the surface of the bathing suit, soaking it and dripping off…drizzling streams of cum ooze down your arms onto your chest, running down my weakened legs. You have done me perfectly again, I have witnesses this time…so you got to believe me babe…you are the best. I take you soft hands covered in love into my own…our hands intertwine and grind together as I look down and worship the beauty of my lover’s hands…you pull your hands back and slide back under my suit, holding me gently as I begin to soften and melt into total satisfaction…the crowd gradually softly applauds, offers thanks, kind words, then disperses, probably off to tend to their own fantasies…not realizing the wonderful voyeur role they played in ours and that I’m about to pleasure you my sweet Layla…

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