Good morning horny ones, today I'll be uploading more of my experiences, the first of the year, happy new year to all. The situation with my husband has changed. We haven't had sex in a long time, I don't need it because I'm looking for it elsewhere, but sometimes I think it's time for everything to end, but I still can't face divorce. But I'll tell you, that doesn't matter much to me anymore. Given my situation, I wanted to take a short break from home, seeking to clarify my ideas and think if I really justified living such a life. I wanted to take new air and decide about my future. It had been many days since I hadn't seen my amazing lover, who owes me the most spectacular orgasms I've ever had in my life. The growing suspicion that was already starting to create in my husband had made me reduce my trips to the estate where, when traveling alone, I could surrender body and soul to that man who awakens so much passion in me, after I'll tell you how I met my lover. With the idea of taking a break, I decided to travel to Ecuador. To do this, I asked an old friend and former classmate to support my plan. I wanted to make the trip alone, but if I had exposed it like that to my husband, I'm sure he wouldn't have let me or, worse, would have offered to accompany me. So I explained to him that my friend had invited me, along with other old classmates, to a cabin her husband owned near a fishing village, and that the intention of our trip was to remember our school experiences and revive old moments from our adolescence. Fortunately, my husband easily agreed after consulting with my friend about the trip. As part of the plan, my friend came to pick me up in her car on the designated day of my trip. She took me to the airport and showed me how to get to the cabin. She explained that it was an ideal place for my plans to be away, since to get there you had to take a maritime transport, as it was 2 hours away from the nearest inhabited port. My ideas of temporary isolation from the surrounding world took shape from the moment the plane took off with a destination to my small freedom. Upon arriving at the village, the heat that made in that place kindled in me the illusion of being able to enjoy my solitude. The joy radiating from the locals impregnated my spirit with new airs and new illusions. The small village, inhabited mostly by black people, made me warm up with the fantasy I had about riding a black cock. I dedicated part of the morning to buying toiletries and provisions, taking into account that my friend warned me that the cabin was far from any inhabited town and reminded me that I should stock up since there was no one in it who could help me. My walk through the cobblestone streets of the locality caused surprise among the men of the small village, as although unintentionally, I was dressed a bit provocatively with a mini skirt and a blouse.
After finishing my purchases I should have headed to the port and hired a small boat there that would take me to my destination. With great excitement, I arrived at that site and asked several people about who could take me to the place indicated by my friend. They told me that for the moment no one was available and that I had to wait a bit until some of the boatmen who had left in the morning to make a trip with merchandise to nearby towns returned. I sat down at a small establishment that was open to the public at that hour and asked for a refreshment while browsing through one of the books I had brought to enjoy my solitude. Almost an hour later, a boy approached me to tell me that one of the boatmen had arrived and was waiting for me on the dock to set sail. I gathered my luggage and asked the small boy to help me with the other things. When we arrived, I boarded the boat immediately, despite the boatman not yet being on the boat, out of fear that someone else would get ahead of me and I would have to wait another good while. I've always been afraid of traveling by this type of transportation, so the movement of the waves rocking the boat added an extra element of novelty to this trip. I concentrated on observing the beautiful afternoon and the reflection of the sun's rays on the sea. It was a fantastic view. The voice of the boatman announcing our departure surprised me and I turned my gaze to find a black man, around 30 years old, with his torso bare and wearing only an old pair of jeans shorts, greeting me with a wide smile. I indicated the route of my journey to him. He was surprised that a woman alone would be heading to a deserted place most of the time, occupied only by its owners (my friend's family) during school vacations. I told him that precisely I wanted to be alone and that this was the reason my friend had recommended it. I had been recommended that place. Anyway, I told him about my travel fears and he calmed me down by saying the sea was very calm and I shouldn't worry because he would take the route slowly so the waves wouldn't bother me. I appreciated that gesture and decided to enjoy the beautiful panorama before my eyes. We started our trip and felt like that man kept looking at my breasts, which were only covered by a small blouse that was slightly open due to my friend's warning about the region's climate. The truth is that that man didn't leave me indifferent. His face, not being a model's, was very pleasant, his smile and kindness were seductive. His body, not being one of those muscular men who go to the gym every day, was quite attractive. He must have been 1.83 meters tall and his arms and legs were very well defined, I think due to constant exercise from his job. As time passed, the sun's rays started to get hotter than expected and my back began to bronze and feel uncomfortable. I had forgotten to put on sunscreen, that's what I remembered too late. The chat with the boatman was pleasant. He told me about the customs of his town, his work, and trivial things. He was still intrigued by my solo trip. He talked about his family: he was married and had two daughters. Every time the conversation became more relaxed and we felt more confidence between us. The truth is that despite being a handsome man, nothing foreshadowed what would happen later. I took out a bottle of sunscreen from my luggage and removed my blouse to leave me in my swimsuit, after which I got up and lowered my skirt, leaving me in just my swimsuit before that man who didn't stop looking at me, my bikini was a little like a thong, it went between my buttocks, exactly the one I'm wearing in the photos. from below.
I began applying them on my shoulders. The warm breeze and the water droplets that were splashing my body, started making me feel an excitement that provoked imagination to take flight. For a moment I remembered my lover and would have given everything for him to be there with me. We were about 2 kilometers from the coast, as the route was being bordered by it. When seeing the difficulty in applying the bronzer, Jorge (that's what he was called) stopped the motor of the boat to facilitate my work. Despite that gesture, it wasn't easy to apply it all over my back. Jeorge offered to help me. I thanked him. Quickly he came closer and I could perceive that smell of male sweat that excites me so much. That smell that I've only sensed in seminal men. I unbuttoned the top part of my swimsuit, holding the brassiere in front of me to facilitate his work. As his strong hands passed over my back, I could feel a jolt that reached the most intimate part of my being. Each step of his hands on each space of my body rekindled my essence as a woman. I couldn't, although I tried, hide what I was feeling. I asked Jeorge to apply the blocker all over my back, for which he had to pass in front of me, and I collecting my hair, let him do the requested work. That request also had another intention, and it was to be able to smell and feel closer to his intimate part. When he leaned his hands on my back, it made his body come closer to mine, forcing him to put that bulge in front of my face that could be seen over the worn-out pants. Seeing him closer, I could also confirm that he had very strong legs. As he moved his body, the package forming in his pants became more noticeable each time. It seemed I wasn't the only one who was excited by this situation. From the lower part of the short, you could see the black head of a large penis struggling to get out of its confinement. He began to feel my jadeos and his hands began to slide timidly towards my tits. I let him get there without resisting, since I had no strength or desire to do so. As he passed his hand over my nipple, I gave a small jump that made him startled a little, but to encourage him to keep going, I grabbed his cock through the pants and started rubbing it strongly. He lowered his head and began to kiss me on the back and hair in a very sweet way. As I could, I unzipped the fly and checked that he wasn't wearing boxers. I took that thick black cock and while squeezing it with one hand, I licked its head a little. Jeorge started to groan too. There were no words, just desires. The rocking of the boat on the waves made the situation even more pleasant. As could, my black man pushed aside the suitcases and bags containing the provisions he had bought in town, and got down in front of me. With a swipe, he undressed me from the thong I was wearing, while I supported his head on my lap and caressed him lovingly. One of his long fingers touched my pussy, which at that height was melting with pleasure, was completely naked in the middle of the sea. He started to gently bury it in my mouth, increasing my pleasure. He had lowered his short and his black cock seemed like a missile about to take off. He posed his large lips on my pussy and started drinking my juices, passing his tongue over its entire length, emphasizing my clit. The situation was totally pleasant and morbid. I wasn't planning an experience like that, but decided to make the most of it. I opened my legs and placed them on his shoulder to facilitate his task. It seemed like it was the first time he had eaten a pussy for the passion he gave it. What a delight, what joy, I was being taken to unsuspected limits. I leaned back a bit to enjoy better the meal of my little chick.
The strong tongue lashes achieved their goal: I came in an endless orgasm. My legs were trembling and almost couldn't get back to my initial position. I wanted to reward the gesture of my black guy and urged him to stand up. He grabbed the helm while I prepared to enjoy that delicacy he was offering me: it was a black cock, although I had never seen one in person, this one was very large, thick, and yummy, and don't even mention its head which was wider than everything else, much thicker with prominent veins. I could check once again how well-endowed God created these men. I introduced it into my mouth, not completely to avoid gagging and began to suck my tasty chocolate bomb.
George was holding on tightly with each of my thrusts. And his gasps turned into cries of pleasure like he had never felt before. Thanks to God we were at sea and no one could hear them. That made the morbidness of the scene increase even more. He asked me to let him penetrate, that he didn't want to waste that cum without shooting it in my cave. The truth is that the small space on the boat and the movement of the waves didn't allow for good stability, so he decided to sit down, already stripped of his pants, and asked me to sit on top of that mast. Turning my back to him so he could observe my ass and kissing it sweetly before getting off onto him, I sat literally on his big cock. Slowly he was burying himself in me, the pain confusing with pleasure. When I felt everything was inside, he grabbed my waist and started going up and down on the axis of his black trunk. It seemed like an arrow in my entrails. I lowered my head to appreciate how that piece of black meat disappeared into my white cave only to reappear later. Meanwhile George was licking my back, sucking the sweat drops running down it.
This scene made me come. And I waited until my black man finished inside of me, feeling like his thick cum was crashing against the inner walls of my vagina to then pour out dripping from his penis. As I could turn around and stamp a passionate kiss on the mouth of my new lover. Despite being pleasant, I felt a little bad for my excessive reaction, making love with a man I had just met. He sensed my unease and calmed me down with an embrace, telling me things in my ear that I wanted to hear at that moment. It was very sweet. A while later we continued on our journey. The two of us were naked, receiving the sun's rays on our bodies, protected by the fact that no one could observe our actions. We arrived at our destination as the afternoon fell. The sun began to hide in the horizon, making that moment very romantic. We got off the boat and George carried my luggage and provisions. Indeed, the cabin was closed and there were no signs of any person around it, and from the state of things, one could infer that it had been abandoned for several months. In the kitchen I kissed him tenderly and thanked him for that so pleasant experience. I hung myself on his neck and brought his mouth to mine, and he responded with a strong hug, feeling his strength trapping my fragile body. I asked him to make the most of that beautiful sunset and go together to the sea. He took me by the hand and we ran to the cool waters, still naked, with the tranquility of not feeling observed. We didn't stop kissing, touching, and caressing each other. We seemed like teenagers making love for the first time. The virile image of that black man excited me more and more. I felt his renewed cock against my body and grabbed it every time I wanted to. On his part, he was satisfied by caressing my buttocks and telling me how beautiful they were, sucking my breasts, and each suck was like feeling the sting of a thousand. Nails in my nipple, what a delight everything that made me feel. He asked for permission to stay with me that night, I told him I was worried about the reaction of his wife and family, he calmed me down by telling me that many times he didn't return to port due to tropical storms or damage to the boat's engine, and that his wife was used to it. To be continued...
After finishing my purchases I should have headed to the port and hired a small boat there that would take me to my destination. With great excitement, I arrived at that site and asked several people about who could take me to the place indicated by my friend. They told me that for the moment no one was available and that I had to wait a bit until some of the boatmen who had left in the morning to make a trip with merchandise to nearby towns returned. I sat down at a small establishment that was open to the public at that hour and asked for a refreshment while browsing through one of the books I had brought to enjoy my solitude. Almost an hour later, a boy approached me to tell me that one of the boatmen had arrived and was waiting for me on the dock to set sail. I gathered my luggage and asked the small boy to help me with the other things. When we arrived, I boarded the boat immediately, despite the boatman not yet being on the boat, out of fear that someone else would get ahead of me and I would have to wait another good while. I've always been afraid of traveling by this type of transportation, so the movement of the waves rocking the boat added an extra element of novelty to this trip. I concentrated on observing the beautiful afternoon and the reflection of the sun's rays on the sea. It was a fantastic view. The voice of the boatman announcing our departure surprised me and I turned my gaze to find a black man, around 30 years old, with his torso bare and wearing only an old pair of jeans shorts, greeting me with a wide smile. I indicated the route of my journey to him. He was surprised that a woman alone would be heading to a deserted place most of the time, occupied only by its owners (my friend's family) during school vacations. I told him that precisely I wanted to be alone and that this was the reason my friend had recommended it. I had been recommended that place. Anyway, I told him about my travel fears and he calmed me down by saying the sea was very calm and I shouldn't worry because he would take the route slowly so the waves wouldn't bother me. I appreciated that gesture and decided to enjoy the beautiful panorama before my eyes. We started our trip and felt like that man kept looking at my breasts, which were only covered by a small blouse that was slightly open due to my friend's warning about the region's climate. The truth is that that man didn't leave me indifferent. His face, not being a model's, was very pleasant, his smile and kindness were seductive. His body, not being one of those muscular men who go to the gym every day, was quite attractive. He must have been 1.83 meters tall and his arms and legs were very well defined, I think due to constant exercise from his job. As time passed, the sun's rays started to get hotter than expected and my back began to bronze and feel uncomfortable. I had forgotten to put on sunscreen, that's what I remembered too late. The chat with the boatman was pleasant. He told me about the customs of his town, his work, and trivial things. He was still intrigued by my solo trip. He talked about his family: he was married and had two daughters. Every time the conversation became more relaxed and we felt more confidence between us. The truth is that despite being a handsome man, nothing foreshadowed what would happen later. I took out a bottle of sunscreen from my luggage and removed my blouse to leave me in my swimsuit, after which I got up and lowered my skirt, leaving me in just my swimsuit before that man who didn't stop looking at me, my bikini was a little like a thong, it went between my buttocks, exactly the one I'm wearing in the photos. from below.I began applying them on my shoulders. The warm breeze and the water droplets that were splashing my body, started making me feel an excitement that provoked imagination to take flight. For a moment I remembered my lover and would have given everything for him to be there with me. We were about 2 kilometers from the coast, as the route was being bordered by it. When seeing the difficulty in applying the bronzer, Jorge (that's what he was called) stopped the motor of the boat to facilitate my work. Despite that gesture, it wasn't easy to apply it all over my back. Jeorge offered to help me. I thanked him. Quickly he came closer and I could perceive that smell of male sweat that excites me so much. That smell that I've only sensed in seminal men. I unbuttoned the top part of my swimsuit, holding the brassiere in front of me to facilitate his work. As his strong hands passed over my back, I could feel a jolt that reached the most intimate part of my being. Each step of his hands on each space of my body rekindled my essence as a woman. I couldn't, although I tried, hide what I was feeling. I asked Jeorge to apply the blocker all over my back, for which he had to pass in front of me, and I collecting my hair, let him do the requested work. That request also had another intention, and it was to be able to smell and feel closer to his intimate part. When he leaned his hands on my back, it made his body come closer to mine, forcing him to put that bulge in front of my face that could be seen over the worn-out pants. Seeing him closer, I could also confirm that he had very strong legs. As he moved his body, the package forming in his pants became more noticeable each time. It seemed I wasn't the only one who was excited by this situation. From the lower part of the short, you could see the black head of a large penis struggling to get out of its confinement. He began to feel my jadeos and his hands began to slide timidly towards my tits. I let him get there without resisting, since I had no strength or desire to do so. As he passed his hand over my nipple, I gave a small jump that made him startled a little, but to encourage him to keep going, I grabbed his cock through the pants and started rubbing it strongly. He lowered his head and began to kiss me on the back and hair in a very sweet way. As I could, I unzipped the fly and checked that he wasn't wearing boxers. I took that thick black cock and while squeezing it with one hand, I licked its head a little. Jeorge started to groan too. There were no words, just desires. The rocking of the boat on the waves made the situation even more pleasant. As could, my black man pushed aside the suitcases and bags containing the provisions he had bought in town, and got down in front of me. With a swipe, he undressed me from the thong I was wearing, while I supported his head on my lap and caressed him lovingly. One of his long fingers touched my pussy, which at that height was melting with pleasure, was completely naked in the middle of the sea. He started to gently bury it in my mouth, increasing my pleasure. He had lowered his short and his black cock seemed like a missile about to take off. He posed his large lips on my pussy and started drinking my juices, passing his tongue over its entire length, emphasizing my clit. The situation was totally pleasant and morbid. I wasn't planning an experience like that, but decided to make the most of it. I opened my legs and placed them on his shoulder to facilitate his task. It seemed like it was the first time he had eaten a pussy for the passion he gave it. What a delight, what joy, I was being taken to unsuspected limits. I leaned back a bit to enjoy better the meal of my little chick.The strong tongue lashes achieved their goal: I came in an endless orgasm. My legs were trembling and almost couldn't get back to my initial position. I wanted to reward the gesture of my black guy and urged him to stand up. He grabbed the helm while I prepared to enjoy that delicacy he was offering me: it was a black cock, although I had never seen one in person, this one was very large, thick, and yummy, and don't even mention its head which was wider than everything else, much thicker with prominent veins. I could check once again how well-endowed God created these men. I introduced it into my mouth, not completely to avoid gagging and began to suck my tasty chocolate bomb.George was holding on tightly with each of my thrusts. And his gasps turned into cries of pleasure like he had never felt before. Thanks to God we were at sea and no one could hear them. That made the morbidness of the scene increase even more. He asked me to let him penetrate, that he didn't want to waste that cum without shooting it in my cave. The truth is that the small space on the boat and the movement of the waves didn't allow for good stability, so he decided to sit down, already stripped of his pants, and asked me to sit on top of that mast. Turning my back to him so he could observe my ass and kissing it sweetly before getting off onto him, I sat literally on his big cock. Slowly he was burying himself in me, the pain confusing with pleasure. When I felt everything was inside, he grabbed my waist and started going up and down on the axis of his black trunk. It seemed like an arrow in my entrails. I lowered my head to appreciate how that piece of black meat disappeared into my white cave only to reappear later. Meanwhile George was licking my back, sucking the sweat drops running down it.This scene made me come. And I waited until my black man finished inside of me, feeling like his thick cum was crashing against the inner walls of my vagina to then pour out dripping from his penis. As I could turn around and stamp a passionate kiss on the mouth of my new lover. Despite being pleasant, I felt a little bad for my excessive reaction, making love with a man I had just met. He sensed my unease and calmed me down with an embrace, telling me things in my ear that I wanted to hear at that moment. It was very sweet. A while later we continued on our journey. The two of us were naked, receiving the sun's rays on our bodies, protected by the fact that no one could observe our actions. We arrived at our destination as the afternoon fell. The sun began to hide in the horizon, making that moment very romantic. We got off the boat and George carried my luggage and provisions. Indeed, the cabin was closed and there were no signs of any person around it, and from the state of things, one could infer that it had been abandoned for several months. In the kitchen I kissed him tenderly and thanked him for that so pleasant experience. I hung myself on his neck and brought his mouth to mine, and he responded with a strong hug, feeling his strength trapping my fragile body. I asked him to make the most of that beautiful sunset and go together to the sea. He took me by the hand and we ran to the cool waters, still naked, with the tranquility of not feeling observed. We didn't stop kissing, touching, and caressing each other. We seemed like teenagers making love for the first time. The virile image of that black man excited me more and more. I felt his renewed cock against my body and grabbed it every time I wanted to. On his part, he was satisfied by caressing my buttocks and telling me how beautiful they were, sucking my breasts, and each suck was like feeling the sting of a thousand. Nails in my nipple, what a delight everything that made me feel. He asked for permission to stay with me that night, I told him I was worried about the reaction of his wife and family, he calmed me down by telling me that many times he didn't return to port due to tropical storms or damage to the boat's engine, and that his wife was used to it. To be continued...
1 comentários - My wild vacations