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Secluded Island

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During the summers I spend most of my time at the beach swimming and tanning. A few years ago I found a little island off the coast that I could swim to and be completely alone on. There are a lot of trees, long stretches of sand, and no access. It was the perfect spot to lie out nude and get a dark all over tan. I would spend the entire day lounging in the sun, oiling myself and watching airplanes taking off from the airport nearby. Occasionally a jet ski would pass by.

I was running five miles a day and lifting weights, so I was lean, muscular and now very dark. I felt so free there on my private island. I could caress and stroke myself; massaging myself in ways I would normally only do behind closed doors. Though this was out in the open, with the wind, sun and surf rolling in. It was just amazingly exhilarating.

Just as the sun would start to get low, I would sit facing it and meditate, centring my energy while relaxing my breathing. Then I would slowly start to touch myself, my arms, legs, feet, all drenched in banana oil and warm from hours in the sun. Slow easy strokes for the feeling of friction against my skin, before gradually reaching my cock and balls. The combination of the rich oil and fine sand blown by the wind was a great sensation.

If it started happening too fast, I would jump into the water to swim and cool down, before starting again. Whales and turtles were often surprise guests. An airplane or two would fly by, but I felt so completely secure and protected by all of nature around me.

Each orgasm I had there was exquisite. Great, heaving waves of pleasure, uninhibited and free with warm cum spurting and mixing with the oil in my hot hands. I could let my entire body go, yelling and moaning to my hearts content. Afterwards I would just lie there, feeling so peaceful and satisfied. I was so grateful to be in such a beautiful place, that it was always hard to leave.

It was years later when catching an inter-island flight and I happened to be sitting on the side of the plane where my little island would be visible. I looked with longing at my favourite spot. I gasped as I realised it was not as little or as distant from the airport as I had thought. From the window seat I could see the little clearing where I would lay out. I could see the rocks that I would sit on watching the sunset, stroking myself as the planes took off.

It was suddenly obvious that everything I had done on my secret spot would have been clearly and plainly visible from every airplane taking off or landing. To all those who looked out their airplane window and saw a glistening nude man, having what he thought was a private moment, I say, 'Aloha!'



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