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Lunch clock

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It had been one of those wonderful warm summer months with a perfect weather. People were spending most of their time on the beach.But due to my work I had not been able to have even one day off for weeks. One morning I decided to spend at least one day by the sea. I packed what I needed and drove down to the beach. It was crowded. I found no place to leave my car in so I had to drive further. Finally I came to the area where people for the nudist beach left their cars. I stopped my car and saw some men heading down the path. �Why not enjoy this day fully, without anything capturing your body?� I left my speedos in the car, just wearing my cut-offs, sandals and the T-shirt. I finally found a nice place with some bushes, enough to create a place of my own. I wanted to be alone. Undressing my cloths I felt the sun already warming my body and I felt relaxed. After a while on my back I felt very dazed by the sun. So I turned on my stomach not to fall asleep. Turning around I noticed a man dressed in white shorts, T-shirt and shoes coming along the path towards me. The way he walked made me think he was one of those just wanting some eye-lunch. And I would not be the one to give him that. But thinking of the possibility to be watch stroking my meat turned me on. I started wondering why not give it a try. I turned again and felt the pulse in my body. I did not touch my body at all. But I felt like a one-pointer body clock preparing for lunch. I had that pulsing feeling in my crotch, and I knew it would not take long before I had a hardon. �He should be here by now, what takes him so long? Didn�t he come this way?� My throbbing pointer started to move, and reached the time of four o�clock. Then I noticed a pair of white shoes passing behind some bushes. But they did not stop. Maybe he did not see my pointer. Never mind I did not want to stop now. The warming sun on my growing cock made me horny. My pointer grew harder and harder and pointing at two o�clock I noticed a pair of white shorts in front of me in the bushes. The man had just circled the trees to have a better view. My erect cock by now announced it was time for lunch. He came closer to me, stepped out of his shorts and kneeled at some distance. I still felt my cock growing as he slightly touched his meat to tell me what he wanted. I separated my legs and let my balls dangle between my legs. With two fingers on my left ball I started fondling myself. He stopped stroking and I could see his semi-erect pole. By now he was just waiting to be served. With two fingers on my throbbing cock I started to circle my pointer up and down. Slowly, not to come too fast. My left hand started to fondle my legs and nipples. I closed my eyes and let the throbbing feeling fill my body. I had no sense of time. My hand went slowly up and down my shaft and with every stroke I could feel my hart pumping even more blood and filling my sack. I was thrilled to know I was being watched all the time. That feeling I had never felt before. I knew I was to come and my cock started to shoot strings of whit, warm lava from my inner volcano. With that big load of my man juice pumping from my hard pointer I felt my whole body shivering and slowly calm down. As I open my eyes I saw the clearly visible traces of my eruption on my breast and stomach. I had just been serving lunch. I looked at him. He lighted his cigarette and gave me thumbs up. For a while he sat there looking at the white floods of juice seeking their ways down my body. Then he dressed and left, thanking me for the lunch. And I was pleased to have served him.