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One Hot Afternoon

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: FantasyGirl Posted on: 16 Mar 2008 1 comments
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He was a sailor. No, it wasn't his job. It was his hobby. His name was John and I met him on Whispering Lily a couple years ago. Of course I would never reveal anything that would give away his identity, but there are at least a gazillion men named John inhabiting Lilyland. We'd been emailing back and forth on WL until his subscription expired. Then we continued through regular email channels. I liked him and he liked me. We both liked masturbation. As fate would have it, hubby and I were going to be traveling to his part of the country. Hubby agreed to a meeting on condition that John's girlfriend, Angie, was also willing to meet with us.Plans were made and hubby and I made a reservation at an RV park near where John was living with Angie. The day before we were to arrive, I received a phone call from John. He had broken up with Angie, but suggested we at least meet for lunch since we were going to be in town anyway.We ate lunch at the marina where John's boat was docked. When I first saw him as he got out of his car in the parking lot, he was wearing khaki shorts and an off-white casual shirt which showed off the tan he'd gotten being out on the water so much. We hugged. I could feel my breasts pressing against his firm chest. Hubby shook his hand. During lunch we chatted about this and that, just getting to know one another a little better.After lunch, John took us back to his boat. Being a more intimate setting, we were able to talk more freely than in the restaurant. The light off the water brought out the blue in John's eyes; it sounds corny but they were the kind of eyes you could drown in. The conversation turned to matters of sex.John had located on the internet a swingers couple with whom he arranged a rendezvous for Angie's birthday. As John told how the other man had fondled Angie while his wife sucked on John's dick, I could feel my pussy beginning to tingle. Although I would never really want to be with anyone other than my husband, hearing how it was for somebody else was very exciting. I longed to touch myself in that special place, but there was not enough privacy on his open sailboat for such displays. It was getting dark and was time to head back to the campground. I suspect my libido moved my mouth when it invited John to come for an early dinner in our RV the next day. I truly wasn't planning anything sexual, but I have to admit that I was aware anything could happen.Our RV is often fraught with problems. At this time we didn't have the ability to plug into the park's electricity. That meant we didn't have use of our RV's air conditioning unless we turned on its generator, which we seldom did. As a result, I got progressively hotter as the afternoon wore on. John knows hubby and I are nudists. We know that he's not. From his re-telling of the encounter with the swingers I knew that nudity was a turn-on for him. Perhaps that thought prompted what happened next. I hate being hot. I joked that I was going to have to take some clothes off it was so hot. John encouraged me to do so, but I was hesitant. I wasn't trying to start something I couldn't stop, but I was truly miserable being so warm. When I asked hubby if he minded, he indicated that it was no problem. With a twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes, John assured me it was no problem for him either. I slipped my clothes off in the bedroom and came back into the living room area naked as a jaybird. John couldn't keep his eyes off me. He asked if either of us minded if he disrobed as well. We didn't mind a bit. Hubby broke down at this point and started the generator so we could turn on the air conditioning, close the windows, and assure privacy behind our dark window glass. Then he went back to the bedroom to strip while John did the same in the little bathroom.When they reappeared, both were sprouting nice hard-ons. Hmmmm....I wonder why.I had spread towels out for everyone to sit on (all nudists know that sitting on a towel is the cardinal hygiene rule when naked). I had settled in the lounge chair with attached footrest. Hubby plopped down in his comfortable Euro-lounger and immediately began rubbing his stiff dick. John remained standing, facing me, as he stroked. It gave me a perfect view. My eyes alternated between each man's sensual stroking. I quickly spread my legs a bit to give me better access to a pussy that was crying for attention. I could feel its tears seeping out between my thighs.What a delight for three mature adults to watch each other pleasuring themselves. For me, it wasn't just the genitals of the two men I found fascinating, but the expressions on their faces as their excitement peaked and waned. Eyes can indeed tell a story and the ones I was reading were full of erotic fervor. Hands also tell a story---they pumped at speeds varying from slow and careful to so fast I expected white cream to spurt out at any moment.While watching both men, I toyed with my labia, concentrating on that little pleasure nub which is the center of a woman's sexual excitement. Slippery juice covered my middle finger as I dipped it into my love hole and spread the contents over my clit. A steady rubbing back and forth caused a tingling to spread from my clit throughout my pussy. You may be wondering if any of the three of us touched anyone else. Hubby and I have an agreement that we will never touch anyone but ourselves or each other so that limited the possibilities. Since Lilyland is a place where masturbation is a primary source of sexual satisfaction, no one should be disappointed to know that the three of us were content to have our little jack and jill party without the complications of other forms of touching. Since I wouldn't be having any cock touching my pussy, I used my buzzing pink vibe to perform the honors. Placing it on my swollen clit was almost enough to send me immediately over the edge.John was producing copious amounts of pre-cum. I could tell by the look on his face as well as the movements of his body that his cock was enjoying all that slippery lubrication. Hubby's leakage was supplemented with something called "Slippery Stuff". His cock is long and lean while John's is thick and heavy. Both were extremely sexy.Both men being gentlemen, they told me they would wait until I came before they did. We had played long enough. The desire for orgasm was too strong to delay any longer. I circled my little vibe directly over my clit while both men watched. I came in a writhing pulse of ecstasy. John followed suit, stroking to explosion as I watched. Hubby was last but certainly not least. His head tossed back and forth as his cock released its load.After catching our breath and letting our bodies enjoy the after-glow of our erotic experience, we knew it was time to come back to the real world. We dressed reluctantly, not eager to end the magic spell we'd been under. We know that all good things must come to an end. That's what happened to our wonderfully hot afternoon---it ended with smiles on everyone's face and satisfaction in their loins.