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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It can be breath taking the sights and sounds along the wild Atlantic way. Hiking is arguably the best way to take it all in. The people, the food, the crisp sea air on a hot summer day and that feeling on plundging your naked body into the fridgid water when your muscles ache from the road.
Setting off on the trek, allowing ample time to follow whichever winding path takes his fancy, Thomas cares only for the moment, whatever the moment may bring.
As night draws near, his tent is pitched by the clearing next to the woods. A few steps to the left and hes in the sea, a few to the right then his in the forest; the spot could not be more perfect.
Disgarding his clothes, he jumps into the cool water, losing himself in the moment – but enough of that. Coming too, he emerges from the wake, water dripping from his body as he discovers other campers setup nearby, “shit, they are basically next to me” he thought.
The only logical option also seemed the most simple, yet bold. “just gotta make it to my tent, nothing more to it than that”. He marched along the sand, eyes fixed on his clothes lying at the opening of his tent, refusing to lift his eyes to the other campers… there must be six or seven of them now.
“almost there” he muttered
Lifting his eyes from his tent for a moment, he catches the gaze of a woman emerging from her caravan. His eyes moving down her flowing red hair, pearcing eyes, thick full lips and beautiful curvy body. “fuck” he thought, still trying to bound to his tent… his cock beginning to swell and stiffen.
“shit that must be her husband” – a burly man, emerges from the caravan. Squiting as he looks toward Thomas, laughter filling his face. “fuck him” Thomas thought. Looking once more at the georgous woman to his right, a sly grin upon her face.
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