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Market day!Market day….a day filled with visual stimulant and an abundance of flesh.The city usually hosts a market day at the park grounds on a monthly basis, the second Sunday of each month. I generally try to get to a couple of them a year, mainly because of the fresh produce on hand, and wall to wall skin……female skin.The town bus also runs a special day service just for the markets. In and out only once on the day, it leaves at a much earlier time of 6am sharp, returning after 6pm in the evening. Sure, it’s a long day, but I generally find plenty to keep myself from boredom. As per usual, by the time the bus arrived at my stop, it was jamb packed.I got on and was happy to stand for the short trip to town. Scanning the seats (and those who also had to stand, like me) I spotted a familiar figure about half way back.Mrs. Brown was cramped up against the window in a window seat. The overly large woman beside her afforded no extra room at all and Mrs. Brown had to sit with her legs crossed, trying desperately to hug the window.I made my way along, squeezing through the throng of people, anticipating what sight I might be lucky enough to catch. I was rewarded to see that in her crossed leg position, and being scrunched up, her knee length skirt was up to mid thigh. She had on a beautiful pair of black, sheer stockings, and I just caught a glimpse of the fasteners on one leg. Oh, she never fails to look so radiant, yet sensually erotic. Her eyes met mine, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw a smile. As it was still extremely hot and humid, I had dressed myself in readiness for a cool dip, if the opportunity arose. This was something I could pretty much guarantee, as the local markets were situated not more than 200m from the beach near the outskirts of the city. Only a small beach, it too can get very populated and over crowded on warm days such as this. It has maybe 20m of sand leading to the water, and it is about 60 to 70m long, leading to a rocky outcrop at the southern end which we call Elephant rock. This huge outcrop is covered in trees, and right down the other side along the shore line, leaving just the barest of sand strips for another 100m. The other side is a haunt for nudists and perverts, my favourite spot. LOL.We arrived at the markets by 6.20am, disembarked and people started milling around, already looking for elusive bargains. The usual fair is available here, dress stalls by the dozen, hot food outlets selling everything from Asian to Pizza. There were sunglass stalls, novelty stalls, k**s face painting tent and lots of folk selling every conceivable household item you could think of.The best thing about the markets location was that is was on a public piece of land, adjoining the dense scrub and trees that lined the nudist beach, a fact known by only those who frequent the beach. As I strolled the myriad of stalls, I witnessed a few women buying dresses, some content to just buy and leave, others wishing to try them on. One woman, in her mid 40’s I guessed, was ready to strip down on the spot, until the lady serving ushered her into a makeshift dressing room, which was not more than a flimsy blanket, strung between a couple of trees, leaving the backside totally open. I hung around the side of the stall, awaiting the inevitable, and sure enough, the woman removed her jeans she was wearing, sliding them down her shapely legs, revealing a cute pair of floral underwear. She had an ample mound, full of lush dark pubic hair which was barely constrained in the panties. I moved around a little closer, and the woman seamed oblivious to internet casino the fact that she had virtually no privacy at all. Now at a much closer distance, maybe a mere 3 metres away, the lush pubic hair had an unbelievable trail, leading all the way up to her naval. My gosh, she must have never shaved in her life I thought. Gorgeous!She tried on the dress, removed it again and got back in her jeans, all the time I stood close, pretending to browse the men’s shorts on display.It wasn’t until she glanced my way and spotted the giant tent in my shorts, that she became aware of my leering. She smiled politely, paid for her dress and moved on. I. had to wait a few moments to shuffle along, not wanting my 9 and a half inch tent going on display this early in the morning. It soon subsided to a more discreet 7 inch chubby, and I continued my walk.A little farther along found Mrs. Brown seated at one of the coffee stalls enjoying a nice herbal tea. She had opted for a seat close to the kiosk, shaded by the trees along the foreshore. In one hand she held a fold up fan, briskly waving it at her face in an attempt to keep cool. Her other hand had a bunch of skirt pulled up to the very top of her thighs exposing plenty of stocking top and white flesh.Two young men, maybe in their early 20’s at best, were sitting opposite, ogling the view before them. They were chuckling and making lurid comments, out of earshot of Mrs. Brown thank goodness. They were soon joined by two young girls of similar age, who promptly grabbed each guy by the arm, and dragged them off.I grabbed a coffee and sat a couple of tables away, giving me an excellent view between her legs. Mrs. Brown smiled, a friendly smile that garnered hope, hope that she did not mind me looking.She now widened her knees, allowing an even better view of her black, sheer lace panties she wore. With her skirt bunched up as it was, the early morning light showed off her large mound of panty covered fur to perfection. The long curly hair along both sides of her inner legs, flowing from her panty covered cunt.The hand holding the skirt hem gently extended a finger, just barely making contact with the huge clit hidden beneath her panties. This gave her an almighty rush, and a trickle of fluid escaped her body, trickling down, onto the chair and onto the grassed area. I gulped on a mouth-full of coffee, and she laughed.This of course had me tenting again, and I desperately tried to think of other things to make it go away. There were way too many younger people around to make a scene yet. An opening in the crowd soon granted me a release passage, and I shot up and made a dash, holding the morning paper in front. Glad I bought that now I thought. I did a couple more rounds of the stalls, got myself some nice local fruit, spotted and watched a few other young women try dresses on, though they were mostly in their early to mid 20’s and all shaved by what I could see. This held little interest to me, so I moved on from each fairly quickly.By mid morning, the sun was well up, and it had gotten hot! I stripped off my T-shirt, not overly worried about my fat gut being on display. Yeah, it may not be attractive to some, but there are those who do find pleasure in a large bodied man.I made my way through the dense undergrowth along the foreshore, stopping just short of the beach, well hidden in the thickness of the scrub.Just to my right, a mere 5 or so metres away, a nudist couple were set up, taking in the heat of the summer morning. From my vantage point, I could see the woman had clean shaved underarms, but she had a neatly güvenilir casino trimmed bush too. Dark blond, matching her flowing locks. Surprisingly, the rest of the stretch was almost uninhabited, save for a few couple farther along the beach. Feeling they were a comfortable distance from the others, the woman started fondling her mate. From his small beginning, he soon stood proud at maybe 7 inches, arching back to touch his stomach. The woman continued her hand movement along his shaft, gently teasing and caressing his balls on accession, she soon had her man ready to explode. She stopped, and swung a leg over him, guiding his turgid penis into her wet, hair covered hole. She rode him like there was no tomorrow for about 5 minutes.It was at this moment that she caught my eye, intently watching the scene unfold, and stroking my nine+ inch tool. I had walked closer to the tree line edge, maybe 3 metres away from the couple. Wide eyed, she propped herself up, off her man, and grabbed his shaft. Vigorously stroking him with shear ecstasy, he soon fell to her labour and began spurting….little spurts. I had cum with a rush, squirting several giant thick ropes, easily spanning the few metres between us. The first hit the blond on the stomach, then her hair, and a couple blasted her small breasts. The rest made a sticky trail between us, soon soaking into the sand. Thankfully, her boyfriend thought it was all his own work, and commented that it was the best orgasm he’d ever experienced.I put my shrinking cock back in my shorts, gave her a kind wave, and turned back towards the markets. She smiled as she rubbed my cum into her breasts and hair, giving a fainted wave in return.At the edge of the trees on the market side, Mrs. Brown had been witness again. She had been and changed, gone were those gorgeous black stockings. Her hand held the hem of her beautifully pleated dress skirt, just high enough at the front to show me she now wore a bikini, or maybe a one-piece, I could not tell at this stage. She inched it farther up, ever so slowly, revealing a high cut design at the crotch. More pubic hair was extremely visible now, much more so than with her black lacy panties. Over her shoulder she had a towel, apparently heading to cool off at the beach. Did she know it was a nudist hang out? Clothing was always optional, but no one ever took that stand.She dropped her skirt hem and headed straight for me, reaching and grasping my hand as she walked by. We headed left, just a short distance from the younger couple; she laid out her towel and sat down. I sat down near her, but not too close, as I had no idea where this was going. She swung her legs towards me, now facing the other couple. With her knees pulled up, she encircled them with her arms, and just stared.The light blue coloured bikini gave a nice contrast against her silky white thighs and dark pubes. Mrs. Brown then started to wriggle out of her skirt. As her bikini bottom became more visible, so too did her thick black, belly trail of hair. She had a small paunch of a stomach, but not what I’d ever consider fat. Unbuttoning her blouse, her ample breasts were soon within my sight. Covered by a minuscule piece of blue cloth, each of her dark nipples already stood tall and proud.The younger girl next door had now become the voyeur, lying on her side, away from her boyfriend; she was gently caressing her blond cunt. The boyfriend had dropped off into a nap, apparently exhausted from his “huge” shot earlier.With Mrs. Brown now only clad in a very revealing bikini, I stood and dropped my shorts. No, I wasn’t casino firmalari naked, but the tiny life-saver style Speedo briefs I wore, showed my hardening tool off beautifully. I bulged to the left, reaching my outer thigh, the briefs barely able to contain my hardon. I dropped back down, lying beside Mrs. Brown. During this time, not a word was spoken.As startling as it was, I was not surprised when old Mrs. Brown reached for my cock, squeezing it gently along the shaft. Her gentle manipulation soon had the head exposed, and with more fondling, had about 3 inches protruding from my waistband.The young girl was getting more aroused by the second, and had now plunged 3 fingers into her dripping cunt. Mrs. Brown waved her closer, and the young woman crept sideways, inching closer to be no more than a metre away. Her eyes looked like dinner plates, wide opened and drinking in as much as she could. Now closer, I could see she had shaved her pits some time ago, the soft downy blond fuzz only just visible to my eye. Her bush was much lusher than my first thoughts too; even a faint blond belly trail adorned her almost perfect, flat stomach.She beaconed, “Can you take it out please?” as she rubbed her clit vigorously. Mrs. Brown did the honours, not waiting for me to respond. Slipping my waistband down, she dragged my nine and a half fat monster free. The girl gave a gasp, as did Mrs. Brown, not really sure of herself and obviously not overly confident in such matters.I manoeuvred myself so that both women had a good vantage point. Mrs. Brown asked, “I hope you don’t mind an old woman fondling you, do you?” to which I groaned, “No, this is quite acceptable to this old man, thank you.”Pre-cum was already flowing freely from my cock, so worked up that I knew this was going to be over before too long. I held my breath as Mrs. Brown worked my loose foreskin, up and over my huge head, back down the entire length of my shaft and back up over the head again. She had pulled the side of her blue bikini aside, allowing her access with her free hand to stick two fingers into her cunt. She rubbed her large clit with the thumb, before going ballistic with her fingers. She started rubbing her clit from side to side, up and down and now had a constant flow of juice escaping her cunt. The younger woman was now making sloshing noises too as she worked her juicy, hairy cunt in unison with Mrs. Brown, both of them squirting as if on demand.I grabbed my cock from Mrs. Browns grasp and started stroking with a vengeance. I got up to my knees, drawing the attention of another small group just over a sand mound. Two girls were looking, wide eyed, and gave their male companion a gentle nudge as if to say, “Hey, check this out!”With a small audience, plus the two writhing beauties I had in close proximity, I needed no more encouragement, and started what seemed like an hour long cum blast.I know it wasn’t that long, but as worked up as I was, it felt like an eternity…..Both women with me were squirting wildly; the young girl was also very loud, which helped turn me on.In my own little world, the sounds surrounding us were largely blocked out, only coming back to my senses as I heard the young girl counting off, “27, 28…….29,Oh my God!” I opened my eyes to see both Mrs. Brown and the young girl were covered in cum. “29 fucking spurts that, is unbelievable”, the young girl cried.They mopped up all the cum as best they could with their towels. The young girl crept back to her sleeping boyfriend, Mrs. Brown getting changed back into her nice skirt and blouse. I tucked the b**st away, and got a wolf whistle from the other two girls.I strolled out to the road, hoping to hitch a lift home, and was soon rewarded by a car stopping for me. The journey home was quick, and my mind was already planning my next adventure…..

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