Dunes of Maspalomas
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Last year I returned to Maspalomas once again. I had heard about the things going on in the dunes and I was curious. Just behind the camel path I came across the first guy with backpack and no trousers. I adapted myself. High sun protection factor should make me walking for miles.
The place is surreal. In sight of the big hotels a fair of sexual activities is held. Swingers don’t like to walk far. Of course there are sunbathers too, but sometimes walking around a corner, you will stumble into scenery of fondling, sucking and banging in some bushes or under a palm tree, always with some gentlemen standing nearby, working on their organs. They circle all day long to be present when it starts to happen.
Women are a minority and never alone on their way.
Out of a bush leaped a tall tanned skinny, his erect dick swinging. I thumbed up to show my admiration.
An Englishman, wearing nothing but a hat, manifested the beauty of life and asked me if I needed Viagra. I denied, laughing.
The English like it noisy. I saw one of them fucking missionary, while she set the pace under him with “faster” or “slowly” or so. After his relieve they introduced themselves by their given names.
Another one was plunging two fingers passionately deep into a pussy to make the woman tremble and scream. Just as they finished a hawker passed by.
“Cool drinks, water, beer!”
The peepers laughed boisterously.
I had to accustom. An Italian couple waved to me, I waved back. When I had my evening circle almost done without spying any interesting, I suddenly saw them again. A man lay beside them and they were talking. I proceeded curiously, as he nodded. He stood up, spread his towel carefully between her legs and went down to lick the pussy. Another one, obviously more experienced than me, easily kneeled down to massage her breast, while she grabbed his boner. Her head was lying on her man’s lap. He was rubbing an enormous, almost stiff pecker against her cheek watching the action.
The other day I spied them again. They were already established. Men were constantly passing. He invited them nodding and then she masturbated them and was masturbated vice versa. The whole thing looked a little unspiritually to me and I was surprised, how some people spend their holydays.
On my last day there was not so much going on. So I couldn’t overlook a group at one of the tree rings. Some of them were masturbating their partially terrific cocks. In the middle court was held by a couple. She was reading with widely spread legs. Or was she just pretending? The clean-shaven Venus trap obviously made an impact.
From time to time she stood up and walked over to one of the wankers to caress balls and dick. Then she knelt down to suck him to kingdom come. Meanwhile her husband had a well audible dirty conversation in German with a blonde well hung stud. Eventually one of them asked:
“Did he already cum?”
It sounded like they were on the edge.
Some ejaculated in her mouth or face, what made her moan like getting off. Some of them got a signal and a condom was ripped open for him to mount her doggy. At the same time she sucked her man’s or the blonde stud’s cock.
I wondered if watching or being watched is more important, while standing aside and automatically twiddling with my dong. Although I always have a good erection, the right lust did not emerge.
I strolled along.
I passed by an elderly couple, lying in the sun. She was voluptuous, not really a beauty. I had seen them days before and had been touched by her quiet and patient way to massage his rod. I remembered his foreskin, which could not be pulled down the glans, and her silver nail polish.
I decided to stay a little while and spread my towel. I took the daypack as a pillow. Legs widely spread apart to give them an unhindered look on my testicles; I began to fondle my balls tenderly.
Every now and then I batted my eyelids to look over to hem. Slowly I hardened. That took a while. Two or three walked by, stopped or knelt down to wank and spray into the sand.
I was about to cum when she got up and walked over to me. She knelt in front of me. Her grip was surprisingly firm but not unpleasant. I straightened up and grabbed a tit. I also wanted to rub her pussy, but she denied what I respected. So I was content with the smooth skin of her love handles.
I listened to my heavy breathing and enjoyed the whole situation. From the corner of my eyes I recognized some watchers, but that didn’t bother me. I reached for my balls and she understood immediately. With her free hand she massaged my scrotum while the other was working on the shaft. That all together had the desired effect. Gasping I bursted out over her hands.
Incredible orgasm!
I spluttered „thank you“ and I still worked a little on her breast and haunch.
A Swiss guy besides asked, after expressing his enthusiasm about what he had seen, where the two came from. I did not know and I did not mind. From Denmark they said, but there was no longer conversation arising.
The Swiss was probably a nation fetishist.
I would have stayed longer, but I did not dare to ask if I could to something for them. It was a felicitous completion anyway.
It’s fun in the dunes. No entry fee, one passes through a fence and over a big dune and one is inside. Informal, naked, a voyeur and exhibitionist. The sustained delusion of the convinced, that there is no link between nudism and sex, is pleasurably disproved here.
This is like paradise: sun is almost shining, one stand or lies aside, and if one is lucky, wishes will come true. The surrealism is normal. Sometimes I wonder why this is not always normal. Anybody wants the same thing, right?
To encounter someone you know? He has his cock in his hand as well, so the conversation should be friendly.
The place is surreal. In sight of the big hotels a fair of sexual activities is held. Swingers don’t like to walk far. Of course there are sunbathers too, but sometimes walking around a corner, you will stumble into scenery of fondling, sucking and banging in some bushes or under a palm tree, always with some gentlemen standing nearby, working on their organs. They circle all day long to be present when it starts to happen.
Women are a minority and never alone on their way.
Out of a bush leaped a tall tanned skinny, his erect dick swinging. I thumbed up to show my admiration.
An Englishman, wearing nothing but a hat, manifested the beauty of life and asked me if I needed Viagra. I denied, laughing.
The English like it noisy. I saw one of them fucking missionary, while she set the pace under him with “faster” or “slowly” or so. After his relieve they introduced themselves by their given names.
Another one was plunging two fingers passionately deep into a pussy to make the woman tremble and scream. Just as they finished a hawker passed by.
“Cool drinks, water, beer!”
The peepers laughed boisterously.
I had to accustom. An Italian couple waved to me, I waved back. When I had my evening circle almost done without spying any interesting, I suddenly saw them again. A man lay beside them and they were talking. I proceeded curiously, as he nodded. He stood up, spread his towel carefully between her legs and went down to lick the pussy. Another one, obviously more experienced than me, easily kneeled down to massage her breast, while she grabbed his boner. Her head was lying on her man’s lap. He was rubbing an enormous, almost stiff pecker against her cheek watching the action.
The other day I spied them again. They were already established. Men were constantly passing. He invited them nodding and then she masturbated them and was masturbated vice versa. The whole thing looked a little unspiritually to me and I was surprised, how some people spend their holydays.
On my last day there was not so much going on. So I couldn’t overlook a group at one of the tree rings. Some of them were masturbating their partially terrific cocks. In the middle court was held by a couple. She was reading with widely spread legs. Or was she just pretending? The clean-shaven Venus trap obviously made an impact.
From time to time she stood up and walked over to one of the wankers to caress balls and dick. Then she knelt down to suck him to kingdom come. Meanwhile her husband had a well audible dirty conversation in German with a blonde well hung stud. Eventually one of them asked:
“Did he already cum?”
It sounded like they were on the edge.
Some ejaculated in her mouth or face, what made her moan like getting off. Some of them got a signal and a condom was ripped open for him to mount her doggy. At the same time she sucked her man’s or the blonde stud’s cock.
I wondered if watching or being watched is more important, while standing aside and automatically twiddling with my dong. Although I always have a good erection, the right lust did not emerge.
I strolled along.
I passed by an elderly couple, lying in the sun. She was voluptuous, not really a beauty. I had seen them days before and had been touched by her quiet and patient way to massage his rod. I remembered his foreskin, which could not be pulled down the glans, and her silver nail polish.
I decided to stay a little while and spread my towel. I took the daypack as a pillow. Legs widely spread apart to give them an unhindered look on my testicles; I began to fondle my balls tenderly.
Every now and then I batted my eyelids to look over to hem. Slowly I hardened. That took a while. Two or three walked by, stopped or knelt down to wank and spray into the sand.
I was about to cum when she got up and walked over to me. She knelt in front of me. Her grip was surprisingly firm but not unpleasant. I straightened up and grabbed a tit. I also wanted to rub her pussy, but she denied what I respected. So I was content with the smooth skin of her love handles.
I listened to my heavy breathing and enjoyed the whole situation. From the corner of my eyes I recognized some watchers, but that didn’t bother me. I reached for my balls and she understood immediately. With her free hand she massaged my scrotum while the other was working on the shaft. That all together had the desired effect. Gasping I bursted out over her hands.
Incredible orgasm!
I spluttered „thank you“ and I still worked a little on her breast and haunch.
A Swiss guy besides asked, after expressing his enthusiasm about what he had seen, where the two came from. I did not know and I did not mind. From Denmark they said, but there was no longer conversation arising.
The Swiss was probably a nation fetishist.
I would have stayed longer, but I did not dare to ask if I could to something for them. It was a felicitous completion anyway.
It’s fun in the dunes. No entry fee, one passes through a fence and over a big dune and one is inside. Informal, naked, a voyeur and exhibitionist. The sustained delusion of the convinced, that there is no link between nudism and sex, is pleasurably disproved here.
This is like paradise: sun is almost shining, one stand or lies aside, and if one is lucky, wishes will come true. The surrealism is normal. Sometimes I wonder why this is not always normal. Anybody wants the same thing, right?
To encounter someone you know? He has his cock in his hand as well, so the conversation should be friendly.
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