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"Steve, Leslie And I"
I have a few days off and decided to go down the Jane's site near Studland
beach. The weather was changeable, but good enough for the beach. The first
couple of days nothing special happened, but Tuesday I arrived later than
usual and some people had already set up their 'camps' so I stopped and
chatted to one or two as I walked through the dune to find somewhere to
leave my gear and lunch, so that I did not have to carry it on my
wonderings. I am not one for lying in the sun. I came across a couple who I
vaguely remember from a previous occasion and greeted them and passed the
time of day. I asked if I could leave my bag by the side of their wind break
as I did not want to carry it as I wondered about. No problem said Steve (I
found out their names later) I took out my valuables and wondered off. About
lunchtime I returned collected my bag and eat my lunch sitting in the dune
next to their windbreak. Leslie was lying on front doing a word search, she
was in her forties with quite a nice body with not hint of tan lines. Steve
sat in a chair watching the scenery. We chatted about this and that, until
they decided to go for a swim, I left my gear in the enclosure and wandered
off. Later when I passed their camp they had returned to their previous
positions. I settled down by the entrance of their windbreak and we talked
about this and that. They were fairly new to the naturist scene and because
of their work commitments did not get down to the beach as after as they
liked. The sun which had been in and out of the clouds decided to shine
again, and Leslie said she was off for a swim, I asked if it was warm
enough, It is lovely she replies, no it isn't was Steve's. Ok I said I will
come with you if you promise it is warm, with that we all set off for the
sea. It was not too bad once you were in, but there was a lot of playing
around until we got in. Steve was obviously not a very good swimmer and
struggled to keep up with Leslie, I on the other hand am a strong swimmer
and kept close to her as we swam around well out of our depth. Leslie
returned to the shallows and told Steve to dive through her legs for a bit
of fun. Well he did so with a bit of a struggle coming up spluttering.
Leslie then told him to spread his legs wide as she was coming through. He
obliged and she swam through with ease. Now it is my turn I said, Come on
Leslie let me dive through your legs. Leslie opened her legs wide and I
dived under the surface, as I passed through her legs I turned onto my back
to have a look at her fanny which I noticed was open. As I surface I patted
her bottom a gently, and she turned the head and smiled, before swimming off
to where Steve was standing. As they 'played around' I came up behind Leslie
and gently put my hand on her bottom, and as I got no rejection, down
between her legs. The lips of her fanny were open and I moved my fingers
over the tender folds. My pecker also responded and I playfully pushed it
forward between her legs, with which she pushed back against me, before
breaking away. Unfortunately I started to get cramp in my leg so headed for
the shore, hoping by the time I got there my erection was less obvious. I
grabbed my towel and quickly dried off, as I watched them chatted for a few
minutes before heading for the shore. As I toweled my back pulling the towel
from side to side, my pecker swung backwards and forwards, determined not to
charm down. I wrapped the towel round my waist and we headed back to their
camp. They soon settled again Leslie on the beach rug and Steve in his
chair, on they other hand was still shivering and asked Leslie if I could
cuddle up to her for some warmth. She did not object so I moved in and sat
beside her and helped her with a few answers to her Crossword puzzle. I put
a hand on her breast and she turned and smiled, as I started to fondle it as
Steve looked on. Then out of the blue (sky) it started to rain, luckily they
had a small tent with all their things in, so we moved into the tent and
closed the door a little. It was quite a tight squeeze with Leslie between
us men. Steve and I took a breast each in hand and started fondling and
gentle sucking them. Leslie not to be out done took hold of our cocks one in
each hand and soon got them standing to attention. Steve moved his hand down
to her crouch and mine soon followed. Leslie was already wet as we dipped
our fingers in and out of her. As soon as I reached her clitoris and her
love hole, Steve moved lower finding her little wrinkled orifice. Her juices
had already made it wet allowing Steve to slowly inserting a finger and
rubbing up against mine in to other hole. I was getting very excited and had
to take Leslie's hand away from my cock before I reach my climax, as I
continued to play with her body. I sat up a little and moved towards her
feet to get a better view of her cunt, tat she was no longer holding my
cock. Leslie raised her legs and parted them for us, What a lovely tempting
sight, wide open hole with large lips, like flaps all glistening with
juices. Steve moved aside a little allowing me to kneel between her legs,
before Leslie pulled me towards her in encouragement to enter her with my
erection. I glanced at Steve who smiled in approval. As I took up the
missionary position, Leslie raised her legs and crossed them behind my back,
lifting her hips and letting my cock plunge deeper into her love hole. I
could feel her trying to grip my cock with her muscles as I plunged in and
out. Every now and then I could feel Steve's hand also moving in her other
hole. I held back as long as I could before shooting my load deep into her
and continued as long as I stayed hard so that she had a chance to cum as
well, but had to roll off and let Steve plunged his fingers into her love
hole and worked the mixture of our juices into a frothy white mess until she
reach her organism. Exhausted by our activities and the stuffiness of the
tent now the rain had stopped and the sun was out, we passed round the
tissues and cleaned ourselves up and returned to the fresh air. After we had
had a drink I said I would go for a walk to see who else was around and was
away for a hour or so. When I returned we started chatting again as I sat
next to Leslie and after a while she got up and went in the tent as if to
rest, but lay with her legs apart, Steve got out of his chairs and put some
suntan cream on her bottom and backs of her legs and gentle massage the
cream into her skin. Leslie got up on her knees and wiggled her bottom
against his hands. I see said Steve you are looking for more attention and
with that he started probing her two holes, slowly at first and as her
juices started to flow quicker and quicker. I moved forward and started
playing with her breasts which were swinging in time with his movements. She
moaned with the increasing pleasure, as I moved my hand back to her clitoris
and love hole, suddenly she shuddered with another climax. Without stopping
she turned round and took hold of Steve's cock put it into his mouth, while
with her other hand she pulled me towards her by my cock, before letting go
of Steve's and taking mine in its place. Then it was the turn of both of our
cocks being sucked and fondled until we came again. It was now getting late
in the afternoon, so we cleaned up and I said my goodbyes and of course
'thank yous' for an interesting day.