Arrival

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“Strip.”“Whaat?”“Disrobe.”“Is this a joke?”“Lady, take off your clothes.”“Why would I do that?”“You’re here, aren’t you?”“So what?”“You want to see the owners?”“I am here on official business. Not to reveal myself to a leach like you.”“Official or not, you’re overdressed.”“I demand to see the owners.”“You have to go through that door to see them and only textile free people are allowed.”“What kind of establishment is this? A whorehouse?”“A nudist resort.”“Oh, fuck.”“A swinger nudist resort.”“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”“Yeh, that’s about it.” That’s what you get when you’re too eager to get that promised promotion. Jump in where only idiots like me would go. I jumped in and now I had to strip naked, for all to see my tits and lady landscape. Not without a fight. “You go first.” I wanted to see if he’s legit. And before I could say ‘Joseph Rogers,’ the leach was naked as Michelangelo’s David, but better endowed, much better and bigger. As I stared at his member, I saw it twitched a little. “Now, your turn.” Looking for a way out of this dilemma and not my clothes, I saw behind Mr. Big Dick desk, bookshelves filled with books on nature, permaculture and ecopsychology. There were four lounge chairs, a coffee table on a rug and a huge picture of an elephant against the opposite wall. Dicky was blocking my escape route to the door. I sucked up all the air I could to get more courage. I slowly started to unbutton my jacket. I tried to be very seductive, but only managed to get a sympathetic smile from the leach. As I started with my blouse’s buttons, I knew I would not get anymore reaction from him. My conservative white cotton bra and panties were as sexy as a smelly wet dog in summer. I turned my back on him and faster than Superman in a phonebooth, stripped away all the protective layers of society. I folded my clothes neatly and put it on the chair below the elephant. Covering my two ladies and cooch with my arms and hands, I turned to face the laughing Adonis. “You better take off those high heels. Put these sandals on.” He held a pair of homemade sandals with a bigger, torturous smile on his handsome face. I had to reveal my privates to take the sandals and untie the straps of my $100 heels. Bending forward, my tits swung free, giving him an eyeful. But most of all, his cock was in my face. Pretending to struggle to untie the straps, I took a good look at his beautiful uncut appendage. From behind the foreskin a small slit eye peeked at me. As my gaze almanbahis travelled up his shaft, I saw a vein snaking around to disappear into his shaved groin. Stepping off my heels, I blew hot air onto his cock. My eyes involuntarily grew larger to take in his growing member.  He gave a small step forward, pushing his cock closer to my mouth. Straightening, with my heels in one hand and with the other I pushed his hot erection down only let it snap back onto his lower belly. He gave an involuntary grunt. “I am ready to meet the owners,” I said, my hands on my hips, naked except for the sandals.“Joseph’s the name.” He held out his hand. “But you can call me Joe.”“Mary.” His handshake was warm and firm. All I could think about was his cock burning in my hand. What was happening to me? I was never this forward and never so naked in the presence of a stranger. It seems as if I lost more than my clothes. Closing my eyes and extracting my hand from his grip, I stepped back. I had to get my shit together otherwise I would never be able to negotiate the deal. But my body was betraying me. I could feel my pussy tingling and slowly letting out moisture. “Where can I find the owners?” Moments later I was sitting naked behind Joe on his dirt bike, clinging for dear life. My breasts pressed against his bare back, my arms around his waist and my pussy getting a workout on the seat as we charged down an uneven rocky path. At first, the trees adjacent to the road were just a blur of green and brown. After a few bumpy minutes, now thoroughly wet, I relaxed to take in the scenery flashing by. The wind tossed my short black hair and I could smell the clean fresh air of nature. As Joe slowed down around sharp bend, I could identify a few trees. How could one ever forget the huge Sycomore fig tree with its thick intertwined trunk and spread branches? The smaller Sickle bush, with its yellow and pick flowers looking like Chinese lanterns, stood out amongst the giants. As we came down on a straight smoother path, I saw two tall fever trees flanking the gate. Their yellow-green bark stood out among the darker surrounding trees. How could I identify the trees or even remember their names? I was a city girl.    Before I could ponder this further, we entered a different world. The village opened up into a cosy Bushveld scene with a big rondavel (“a circular dwelling with a conical roof”) on the left and the other rondavels spread out between the trees. Next to the almanbahis yeni giriş rondavels were small patches of vegetable gardens and solar panels soaking up the midday sun. Each rondavel had a rainwater harvesting system attached. Joe parked his dirt bike next to the big rondavel, marked OFFICE, forcing me to get off. Looking down, I saw the wet patch my naughty pussy left behind and sent up a silent prayer to Goddess to blind Joseph to my arousal. If She wouldn’t help, I had to do something. I stood on the pedals and leaned forward, rubbing my nipples against his back. My hands found their way to his erection, resuscitating it. I quickly jumped off, thanking him for the ride and stormed towards the office. “Not so fast, little lady,” Joe called me back. “We have to walk to the communal hall. No vehicles allowed on the main road.” He got off without looking at my territorial marking on the seat of his bike. Phew. But I didn’t miss Joseph’s cock, swinging between his legs. “Where’s everybody?” I asked, as we walked towards the hall.“Having lunch, I suppose. You’ll see.” The short distance to the community hall turned into a valley of dread for me. I was naked, walking besides a naked hunk, with his long easy strides as if he belonged to this world. I wanted my heels and business suit back in our airconditioned Sandton offices. The heat was oppressive, my white skin turning red and my wet hair clung like a wet rag to my head. I could never face anyone in this state. All the while Joe talked about their self-sustaining ecovillage, producing their own food and generating an income from various self-made articles they sell in town. “Very impressive, but is there a place where I can freshen up?” “We can use this open shower,” he said, pointing to a makeshift shower against a stone wall. Fortunately, the shower was in the shade. Joe took off his sandals, opened the shower tap and stepped under the cascading water. “Come join me.” I wanted to cry. Things were getting worst. Not only was I naked but now I had to share a shower with a man with a beautiful cock. Would he take advantage of my vulnerability or would my body betray me again and jump onto his cock? Taking my time, I removed my sandals and stepped under the cool water next to Joe. The cold water hit the air from my body. He grabbed me, took me into his arms and kissed me softly on my mouth. I could feel his growing erection against my legs. “Don’t worry, little lady. He’s just almanbahis giriş pleased to be close to you. He will not bite or enter you now. Maybe later.” The cold water and Joe’s presence helped me regain some composure. Shaking myself dry, I put on my sandals and together we enter a huge thatch roof lapa. Adjusting my eyes to the sudden difference in visibility, I saw a kitchen area on the right and 15 tables scattered before me. Nobody was there. “Where are the owners? And the nudists?” I looked around at the empty tables, waiting for Joseph to answer. “Let’s eat first.” After lunch and three glasses of wine later, Joe put a calloused hand high up on my naked thigh. “What are your intentions, sir?” I asked closing my legs, trapping his hand between my thighs. “I want to pleasure you, like you’ve never experienced before.” Great answer but not the one I wanted. I needed to speak with the owners. But Joe’s hand slipped higher up my legs till I could feel the heat at the entrance of my pussy. My body betrayed me yet again as my pussy opened to let a finger into my wet slit. Before my resistance crumbled completely, I leaned forward, grabbed his cock and squeezed. “Where are the owners?” I squeezed harder and slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft. “They told me to keep you occupied till they’re back.” “For the last time: Where did they go?” I gave another squeeze and began stroking his erection with more urgency. My face was inches away from his face and I could feel his breath on my lips. “They went to see their lawyer in town and will be back at four,” he whispered. I moved back and let my legs open to allow Joe’s fingers to rub and pleasure my clit. I absent-mindedly continued to stroke his dick, but without the squeeze. Hopefully, the owners were preparing to talk business. As soon as our business were completed, I could go back to civilization and cover up. My mind was someplace else, but my body responded to Joe’s stimulation and I could feel the heat coming from his dick. A sudden jerk from my legs pulled my wandering mind back to the moment. An orgasm was building between my legs and my pussy wanted all my focus on her. It has been ages since someone else was responsible for my pleasure. Usually it was only my hand and my battery-operated boyfriend doing all the work. Joe’s fingers suddenly left my pussy and I screamed: “No, no. Don’t stop.” Joe picked me up and slowly let me down on the table. He splayed my legs open, pulled up a chair and took a long look at my aching pussy. I wanted to close my legs, prohibiting him from seeing my lady landscape. I was ashamed, humiliated even. Clasping my hand over my mound I slowly sat up, resting on my other elbow. 

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