Ice cream
I was in Florianópolis, in a camp. I didn't have a car and the camping was just off the beach. At the time I was about 26, I was a cute little guy with broad shoulders and a well-defined musculature.
To go to the beach, I needed to take a road, and in it there were concrete bus stops, which prevented those who are in them from seeing what is behind, because they form a wall. I walked to the beach one morning, and stopped behind a point to pee. However, the point did not prevent the sight of those who came on foot or by car, and I could see that a blonde came from far down the road, and that she could see me. On vacation, and on the beach, the boner is a lot, and I decided to turn the body so that she could see my dick as she approached. As she got closer, I was swinging my dick, which is no longer small, and it's too thick, and it got a little hard, increasing its volume. I couldn't stop swinging my dick as she got closer and closer, and I could see that she was a very young blonde, and that she looked and could see me with my dick out, like she was swinging after a piss. She arrived, demonstrating naturality, and passed through the other side of the point, following her path. The idea that she wasn't upset by what she saw, drove me crazy, and I decided to go after her. I walked fast, and she didn't step up or try to escape. When I came to her side, she said, "Hi," and she didn't answer, but she didn't. Looking at her, I could see that she was at most eighteen years old, and that she was a perfect and delicate girl, with everything proportional. He wore jeans and a well-behaved blouse, despite showing his curves and showing his shoulder. I repeated a “Hi”, and she remained silent, which made me think about giving up the attack. But I insisted and asked if she was going to the beach in that outfit. She looked at me and now, to my joy, answered. Turning his face to me, with his beautiful green eyes, he said he was going to church. The girl was evangelical and was seventeen years old, lived right there, on a hill like that, and never went to the beach. I commented that the streets there should have public toilets, to prevent us from doing in public what is only done privately. She looked at me in a way that showed a certain fear of agreeing, because she would not like to admit that she saw me swinging my dick, and did not answer. So I said, which was an obvious lie, but not for her, who needed to pee, because she had had a lot of beer the night before. I asked her if she could wait for me while I was going after the next bus stop, so that we could follow by talking. She said it was okay, because she always went to the service before the schedule, because going to church was the only walk her parents allowed. Approaching a bus stop said to her “wait here”, leaving her in a place where she could see me with the stick out, again, if she looked at me. I took my dick out and couldn't do anything, but it was okay, because she wasn't looking. I took a long time swinging my dick, and it almost turned into a jerk when I noticed she turned to the bus stop and, not resisting curiosity, tried to look at me in disguise. I made it that I didn't see her look and then she turned her back. Knowing that she wouldn't look at my dick again, she comes out from behind the bus stop and I went around behind her, still swinging the prick already hard, and keeping it practically in front of the girl, who quickly turned her eyes down, without moving her neck, and who must have still seen the red head of my dick going to hide inside the loose shorts. Still with her hand inside the shorts, fixing the hard and bulky dick inside (I was out of underwear), she said to her “let’s go?” and we continued on the same path as before. She went on serious, and I said that, on second thought, peeing on the street wasn't so bad, because it gave a sense of freedom, and that women should do it from time to time. She said she wouldn't have the guts to do something like that, but I said she should try. Seeing a large wasteland, without fence and with many trees, I said that she could, for example, pee behind those trees, that nobody would see, and that this would give her a very good feeling. She said she wouldn't do it, and I told her I'd turn my back, see if anyone was coming. Again she said no, but as I used good arguments, and said that I would give her an ice cream, she ended up entering another similar terrain, which was on the way further. Of course, I didn't keep the promise and, after a few seconds, I turned into the bush and looked ostensibly, she crouched with her pants down to her feet, and her head down. I asked if she'd made it, and she said no, because she was nervous. At that moment, she lifted her head and saw that I was watching her, which scared her up, getting her blonde little cunt with hair drains all over it for a moment, while she raised her pants. I apologized, saying I thought she was done. She said if she was tense, I could help with a massage, and she replied that they had never massaged her, and that she was ashamed to let a stranger get his hands on her. I said it was just on her shoulders, and there was no harm in it, which made her accept it. I told her to sit on a fallen log, which looked like a perfect bench, and coming from behind I massaged her shoulders and her back. This caused her to crumble and let her head fall behind, her neck soft and her eyes closed. I didn't waste any time and laid a hard stick like a rock on her neck, and she let herself stand there for a long time. Then I lifted her blouse up to the height of the bra and, kneeling down, massaged her waist, glued her chest to her back. By now she was already delivered, and she'd drop her head behind me on my shoulder. So I released your bra and put my hands in shell on your breasts, giving you a kiss on your mouth. At first, she just opened her mouth and let my tongue in. Then, when I fingered her vagina, she started moving her tongue out of control, and she came, falling down on my body that was still behind her. From then on, it was simple. I told her she was gonna get a cream ice cream, but it was gonna be in her vagina, and I put my dick on her, lying behind her trunk, and I don't even know if she was a virgin, because I put it all in at once and didn't see any blood, but it was too tight and she claims she was a virgin. Since I didn't want a pregnancy, I took his dick off with my dick in her face. That's when I said, "there's the cream, lick your lips." To my surprise, she did it, but she remembered that she needed to go to church, and then cleaned up with some tree leaves. I followed her for two blocks, but she wouldn't tell me her phone number or address, she just told me she'd never done anything like that, and she was embarrassed. And so I left Floripa after a few days, and never saw her again. But I'll never forget that day, and that girl I've never known so much freedom.
To go to the beach, I needed to take a road, and in it there were concrete bus stops, which prevented those who are in them from seeing what is behind, because they form a wall. I walked to the beach one morning, and stopped behind a point to pee. However, the point did not prevent the sight of those who came on foot or by car, and I could see that a blonde came from far down the road, and that she could see me. On vacation, and on the beach, the boner is a lot, and I decided to turn the body so that she could see my dick as she approached. As she got closer, I was swinging my dick, which is no longer small, and it's too thick, and it got a little hard, increasing its volume. I couldn't stop swinging my dick as she got closer and closer, and I could see that she was a very young blonde, and that she looked and could see me with my dick out, like she was swinging after a piss. She arrived, demonstrating naturality, and passed through the other side of the point, following her path. The idea that she wasn't upset by what she saw, drove me crazy, and I decided to go after her. I walked fast, and she didn't step up or try to escape. When I came to her side, she said, "Hi," and she didn't answer, but she didn't. Looking at her, I could see that she was at most eighteen years old, and that she was a perfect and delicate girl, with everything proportional. He wore jeans and a well-behaved blouse, despite showing his curves and showing his shoulder. I repeated a “Hi”, and she remained silent, which made me think about giving up the attack. But I insisted and asked if she was going to the beach in that outfit. She looked at me and now, to my joy, answered. Turning his face to me, with his beautiful green eyes, he said he was going to church. The girl was evangelical and was seventeen years old, lived right there, on a hill like that, and never went to the beach. I commented that the streets there should have public toilets, to prevent us from doing in public what is only done privately. She looked at me in a way that showed a certain fear of agreeing, because she would not like to admit that she saw me swinging my dick, and did not answer. So I said, which was an obvious lie, but not for her, who needed to pee, because she had had a lot of beer the night before. I asked her if she could wait for me while I was going after the next bus stop, so that we could follow by talking. She said it was okay, because she always went to the service before the schedule, because going to church was the only walk her parents allowed. Approaching a bus stop said to her “wait here”, leaving her in a place where she could see me with the stick out, again, if she looked at me. I took my dick out and couldn't do anything, but it was okay, because she wasn't looking. I took a long time swinging my dick, and it almost turned into a jerk when I noticed she turned to the bus stop and, not resisting curiosity, tried to look at me in disguise. I made it that I didn't see her look and then she turned her back. Knowing that she wouldn't look at my dick again, she comes out from behind the bus stop and I went around behind her, still swinging the prick already hard, and keeping it practically in front of the girl, who quickly turned her eyes down, without moving her neck, and who must have still seen the red head of my dick going to hide inside the loose shorts. Still with her hand inside the shorts, fixing the hard and bulky dick inside (I was out of underwear), she said to her “let’s go?” and we continued on the same path as before. She went on serious, and I said that, on second thought, peeing on the street wasn't so bad, because it gave a sense of freedom, and that women should do it from time to time. She said she wouldn't have the guts to do something like that, but I said she should try. Seeing a large wasteland, without fence and with many trees, I said that she could, for example, pee behind those trees, that nobody would see, and that this would give her a very good feeling. She said she wouldn't do it, and I told her I'd turn my back, see if anyone was coming. Again she said no, but as I used good arguments, and said that I would give her an ice cream, she ended up entering another similar terrain, which was on the way further. Of course, I didn't keep the promise and, after a few seconds, I turned into the bush and looked ostensibly, she crouched with her pants down to her feet, and her head down. I asked if she'd made it, and she said no, because she was nervous. At that moment, she lifted her head and saw that I was watching her, which scared her up, getting her blonde little cunt with hair drains all over it for a moment, while she raised her pants. I apologized, saying I thought she was done. She said if she was tense, I could help with a massage, and she replied that they had never massaged her, and that she was ashamed to let a stranger get his hands on her. I said it was just on her shoulders, and there was no harm in it, which made her accept it. I told her to sit on a fallen log, which looked like a perfect bench, and coming from behind I massaged her shoulders and her back. This caused her to crumble and let her head fall behind, her neck soft and her eyes closed. I didn't waste any time and laid a hard stick like a rock on her neck, and she let herself stand there for a long time. Then I lifted her blouse up to the height of the bra and, kneeling down, massaged her waist, glued her chest to her back. By now she was already delivered, and she'd drop her head behind me on my shoulder. So I released your bra and put my hands in shell on your breasts, giving you a kiss on your mouth. At first, she just opened her mouth and let my tongue in. Then, when I fingered her vagina, she started moving her tongue out of control, and she came, falling down on my body that was still behind her. From then on, it was simple. I told her she was gonna get a cream ice cream, but it was gonna be in her vagina, and I put my dick on her, lying behind her trunk, and I don't even know if she was a virgin, because I put it all in at once and didn't see any blood, but it was too tight and she claims she was a virgin. Since I didn't want a pregnancy, I took his dick off with my dick in her face. That's when I said, "there's the cream, lick your lips." To my surprise, she did it, but she remembered that she needed to go to church, and then cleaned up with some tree leaves. I followed her for two blocks, but she wouldn't tell me her phone number or address, she just told me she'd never done anything like that, and she was embarrassed. And so I left Floripa after a few days, and never saw her again. But I'll never forget that day, and that girl I've never known so much freedom.
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