I don’t know if this story is suitable for an erotic site ... There is little sex as such, I just want to share my enthusiasm - to tell about the brutal erotic impressions that literally blew up my wife and I just recently, less than a week ago. The story is completely true, it is not even a story, but rather a report. Interesting - read, no - so no :-)

It was four days ago, when we rested in Koktebel (I fled from work for a week). There is a nudist beach, Dasha first visited there, walked naked, talked, painted on naked beachers, and they are on it ... a sea of ​​impressions, in general. But I'm not talking about this, although there was also a lot of positive. But about this: in one of the bars they made such an attraction - right into a rubber tank (or pool) with sides poured large such masses of bright paint - like gouache, it was so thick that it did not spread, but stood like jelly or viscous dirt . Well, as gouache is usually in jars ... only here it was the centners, probably. And for the money people were invited there to tumble. We both saw it, and the multi-colored screaming girls there, not like people, but rather like aliens or cakes - so everything stopped inside with the anticipation of some unreal calf bliss. There were many flowers, bright-bright in the southern sun. And - we go there ...

It was such a blow to the nerves that I can not describe. I don’t remember so much positive in my life. When a thick mass of all colors cling to your whole body, and you become such a vibrant palette, and you cover your body with bright bright colors, your hair and hair, and all-all without any complexes and obstacles, and unfamiliar naked girls throw lumps at you paints and smearing it on your body, catching on the genitals, and the guys are pawing your naked wife, pouring on her bright streams, and everyone laughs like crazy, squeals, squeaks, etc. ... And we rushed into the spectators and fought in the colorful jelly, and all taboos were quickly forgotten, and we snapped and each other for all intimate places indiscriminately, like children. A special thrill was when piles of paint had not yet been smashed all over and everything — dipping their heads with such champing into such heaps as in dough, and pulling it out with a crash. Splashes of paint - two meters, and slaps on the ears, as if a shot, and it is impossible to untie the eyes - eyelashes stick together. Dasha, when she did that, a fountain of white flakes exploded around (she plunged into whitewash). And the buzz is to pour one color on another, and watch how the green streams flow along the white Dashina top, spread out, mix with the white, and still there - red, yellow, blue ...

We climbed there like decent people - in bathing suits, in swimming trunks. But very soon everyone went into such a rage that they began to pull all the rags off each other (we were not the first to start). And, of course, soon we were completely naked, and hopelessly soiled rags went to hell. Thus, we remained naked in the middle of the city without the opportunity to dress ... this thought filled us with some special sweet horror that is very difficult to describe.

We floundered there for a long time - until all the paint began to turn into a brown mess, and we realized that it was not interesting, I wanted to remain colorful, and got out of there. And so, covered with a thick layer of paint of all colors (it was poured on us, like enamel, it looked shocking, it was already terrible, but also amazingly beautiful), not a single piece of skin was left clean, and the tops were like glazed teapots or cream cakes - both naked, without a rag (there were only bags with towels and money, but we did not dare to take them in this form, left at the bar) - in this form we were among a rather thick crowd of ordinary beach-goers. Immediately a lot of people messed about us (no offense, though, with laughter - good, the sea is near, and all in some bathing suits).

Like other "murzilki" went home (they were also naked) - I do not know.It was not all on the nudist, but about 300 meters away from him, on the usual, "textile" (as they say nudists) beach. Probably, others just climbed right into the sea, and then naked ran after the clothes — I don’t know ... And, first, we did not dare to dirty the sea where others are bathing, and second, of course, we wanted to stay cool like this, lively walking rainbows, and naked - without the opportunity to dress. It was great shame, even my head was spinning, and the member stuck out like a gun, but there was such euphoria in my soul that I just wanted to fly. And there is nothing to say about Dasha: she screamed long after we left the attraction, and galloped, and scared passers-by, and smeared them with paint. She then told me that she, too, was terribly ashamed, and in order to drown out the shame, she acted like a wild monkey. Well, I know what kind of calf enthusiasm bursting at her :-). Like other "murzilki" went home (they were also naked) - I do not know. It was not all on the nudist, but about 300 meters away from him, on the usual, "textile" (as they say nudists) beach. Probably, others just climbed right into the sea, and then naked ran after the clothes — I don’t know ... And, first, we did not dare to dirty the sea where others are bathing, and second, of course, we wanted to stay cool like this, lively walking rainbows, and naked - without the opportunity to dress. It was great shame, even my head was spinning, and the member stuck out like a gun, but there was such euphoria in my soul that I just wanted to fly. And there is nothing to say about Dasha: she screamed long after we left the attraction, and galloped, and scared passers-by, and smeared them with paint. She then told me that she, too, was terribly ashamed, and in order to drown out the shame, she acted like a wild monkey. Well, I know what kind of calf enthusiasm bursting at her: -).

And it was not very hot, relatively, of course, the paint on us was wet, sticky, thick, and really did not want to wash it all off, and we just went on end towards the nudist. Dasha was fooling around, I, too, for nothing, that at five minutes a lawyer: -), we looked, of course, cannot be described as, and we felt too. We walked so barefoot on the sand, left at first multicolored footprints, then sand stuck to painted feet ... Then, when we were walking through the nudist, we were greeted by yesterday’s acquaintances, but no one recognized. Only when Dasha approached them - only then ... That was the laugh and the fun! And then we went up - on the hill, from the sea to the side.

In general, in order not to delay the story, I will say that we were so - naked and painted - wandered all day, until the evening, and it was the most crazy and unforgettable day in our life. It was only after dark that they had already bathed - for a long, long time they washed off the rather dry paint, which turned into real cement, especially in the hair, and then it turned out that they washed off 40 percent - when they came to the room and looked in the mirror. Then, in the shower, we washed each other - and all the same, both the skin and the hair were noticeably colored, so for a couple of days we looked like Indians or punks.

So, we wandered for a long time naked in the mountains, went to the grave of Voloshin, danced there on the slopes, and everywhere we were seen by dozens of people, and everyone was out. Then the paint dried up on us, cracked, and we looked like old glaze or ornaments in the cracks. After a couple of hours, it was already very tense in the water, but I didn’t want to stop all this disgrace, so we walked around the slopes, rolled on the grass, fooled around, adorned, and frightened people until five. With us, everyone asked to be photographed, and we, until they were dry, smeared our noses with all the paint ... but my camera remained in the room: - (.

My member at the beginning all the time stuck up, and then drooped, but still squealed by the tension, in my groin it seemed as if the sticky sea was splashing all the time. It was unbearable, and I begged Dasha - we went for a bush, and she took up my life: she took my genitals (they were white-green-yellow-blue) as ... Read more →