When June's on holiday I'm sometimes at a loose end. In the summer I occasionally go to the nearby lake because part of it is designated as a "nudist beach". Not much of a beach because there's almost no sand, but there is grass and shade from a few old trees. The water is not deep, so it's useless for swimming but it's OK to paddle and splash around in. I don't go there because I'm a sexual predator but simply to enjoy the sensuousness of being naked. In fact of all the times I've visited the lake I've only been involved in sex there once. It was an unusual, unexpected and very erotic experience so I'm going to tell you about it.
Unusually, because it promised to be a scorcher later in the day, I went early. It was already pleasantly warm. I simply wear a light, almost semi-transparent, kaftan for the drive to the lake. It serves as a towel as well as a covering. The point is that the nudist section does not have its own car park so if you drive there you have to walk from the public car park through part of the recreation facilities to the "Clothes Optional" part. It's only a shortish walk but it's nice to feel my cock swinging beneath the kaftan and trying to figure out if anyone is wondering if I'm wearing anything underneath. Nobody has ever shown any interest on this short walk so I guess I'm decent. As soon as I reach my goal I shed the kaftan and continue as the lord made me to my favourite sunning area.
The lake has a public footpath around it. My guess is that it's around ten kilometres long but the lake narrows at one point and there's a bridge that spans the two shores so folk don't have to walk the full ten kilometres. Why am I telling you this? The footpath goes through the "Clothes Optional" part of the recreation facilities for about two kilometres. Mostly there are bushes or trees on the sides of the footpath but there are a few parts, which are just laid to grass. That means that it's not impossible for folk taking a healthy stroll (or jog or cycle ride) to bump into (not literally) the occasional nudist who is also taking a stroll.
Since I was early that day there were still some folk walking their dogs, so that when I shed my kaftan I had a small audience. They politely ignored me except for a couple of girls who had a good look at my John Thomas as they jogged towards me and giggled after they'd passed me.
There were a couple of women with a flat-coated retriever. They were both medium height with black hair. What stuck me most was their grey-blue eyes. They were similarly dressed in sneakers, beige, tight-fitting slacks and T-shirts. The dog was snuffling at the side of the path so I went over to it to scratch it behind the ears, making sure that as I bent over the ladies got a good view of my backside and what was dangling between my legs. I quite enjoy this harmless sort of exhibitionism. Then something most unexpected happened. The dog started licking my cock and balls. I curbed my immediate reaction, which was to jump away, at least in part because what the animal was doing was rather pleasant. The dogs tongue was warm and wet and hardly rough at all.
The older of the women rushed over and apologised. My guess is that they were mother and daughter, but to this day I don't know for sure. She asked the younger woman if she had some tissues - which she did- and proceeded to wipe my prick and sack. Now the dog had already started causing my dick to swell and the older women's ministrations just completed the exercise. I was now sporting a pretty respectable boner.
She looked at it and realized what had happened, but rather than shy away she said:
"My!! That's a nice piece of equipment. Hey Jenny come and look at this dong!"
Jenny was perhaps a bit hesitant but she came over anyway. She asked the older woman, who's name was Sally, if she could feel it as well. To cut the story short they took it in turns to stroke my shaft and massage my sack. The dog had taken to licking my arse. No accounting for tastes I thought, but it wasn't unpleasant either. Then Sally knelt in front of me and took the head of my shaft into her mouth. Even I have some qualms about being given a blowjob in the middle of a public footpath, so I suggested moving to a park bench on the other side of the hedge and close to the edge of the lake. It wasn't exactly private but at least it wasn't in full view of people on the footpath.
We made our via a lesser grass path through the bushes towards the lake. Even though CFNM is not my thing, it was rather fun to walk with a lady on each arm and my very prominent hardon pointing the way. We got to where I was heading - which was a small grassy clearing close to the edge of the lake. There was a park bench, unoccupied at that time of day. The three of us stood behind the bench admiring the view of the lake and the opposite shore, where a few people were jogging along the footpath. I was stroking the ladies bums. To be honest I was trying to see if I could feel a panty line. I couldn't! There could have been three reasons for that: none, string or seamless silk! I realized that my cock needed action so I stood behind Sally and started to grind my rod between her buttocks. My hands were free so I was also able to fondle her breasts. She didn't object, but it seemed that was not what she wanted. She turned round knelt down in front of me and carried on where we'd left off on the footpath; sucking and licking the head of my cock. After a while Jenny took over. Her technique was better because it not only involved sliding her mouth up and down my glans but also involved gently caressing my testicles. Sally had gone to the other side of the bench and lay down with her head slightly over the edge.
