1. The Shower


    Date: 3/5/2016, Categories: Masturbation Author: Adventurer101, Source: LushStories

    I stood in the glass enclosed shower stall. The hot, almost scalding water falling on me. Drenching my hair and running in rivers down my tanned body. The water felt good. Washing the salt water from my body felt good. The morning has been amazing, starting with a quick breakfast at a local eatery, then some intense kayaking through the light surf that rolled across the reef this morning. The wide reef protects Hanalei Bay from the sometimes vicious swells that sweep unchecked across the broad Pacific Ocean. My destination that morning had been a quarter mile stretch of sand called “Hideaways Beach”. The sand was warm and the sun was hot. Did I mention the beach was known for the naked bodies that dared venture the slippery trail that wandered down the cliffs? The sun had felt so good and when I had arrived I found myself sleepy so I dozed for a while, having covered myself with plenty of sun block. That was what I was washing off now under the shower head in the condo I’m lucky enough to own a very small part of. It may be only three weeks out of a year, but the weeks are well appreciated and relaxing. As I lathered the soap onto my body, I must admit that my hands did linger in areas that don’t normally see the sunshine. With the thoughts of the other naked bodies lying on the beach with me, the well tanned butts, the rounded and mostly firm breasts that would move with the women as they turned in the sun, allowing the sun to bake their front sides as well as their backs. ...
    ... My dick had become semi erect. And honestly, I was thinking strongly about achieving its full stature…That’s when I turned in the shower stall, realizing that I hadn’t bothered to close the blinds that covered the small window that separated me from the outside world. The woman was standing in her own condo across the walkway from mine. She just stood there…in her two piece bathing suit, with her arms crossed in front of herself. She didn’t even move when she saw that I had spotted her. It was a complete standoff. Should I be embarrassed? Should she be embarrassed for spying on me? As she held her ground, I continued to hold mine, well I continued to hold… something… And then as she watched me, her hands began to move. Slowly at first, almost unnoticeably. The right arm reached behind her back and undid the knot that held her bathing suit top in place. The upper strap fell first, exposing the top portion of her untanned tits. Next the strap holding the suits hrs came completely undo. And fell away to the floor. My eyes were locked on her large pale mounds. Her fingertips now playing with each of her exposed nipples. She watched and I thought about her and about the rounded, well tanned asses on the beach. And the widely spread legs of the naked women who let the sun touch their naked vaginas on that strand of broken coral. Lying there inviting my eye to enjoy the moment. As I came closer to the end... my mind thought of the woman who was watching me. Her hands now working each ...
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