TNWS05 One Saturday Morning
Copyright© 2021 by Murray Wilson
Chapter 4: Why Are We Whispering?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Why Are We Whispering? - Two young Nudist girls head off down the street one sunny Saturday morning to enjoy one awesome sexual romp with a 69 year old man and his wife and their grandson. For one of the girls this will be a virginity breaking moment that she is most definitely looking forward to as just a one week old Nudist.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent InLaws Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female White Couple Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Voyeurism Hairy Public Sex Size Small Breasts Nudism
“Woooooooooow!”
The elongated ‘wow’ that Leah Bernstein was just now expressing was a very muted one. It was whispered in an almost religious tone like one might utter when entering a large cathedral and feeling daunted by tall, stain glass windows and high, vaulted ceilings. But the two, young, naked teen girls were not in a cathedral anywhere in the world just on a quiet street in this quiet town in the quiet back blocks of California, USA. The only other noises to impinge on the girls’ auditory senses was the low hum of a distant motorway and that constant, random twitter of birds doing their thing in the tree tops above Leah’s and Jill’s heads.
This young girl with the pimple like breasts then turned to her naked friend and, still in whispered tones, said under her breath, “I’ve been passed this place many times in the last few weeks but never really appreciated just how ... how ... how...”
“ ... AMAZING ... how amazing it is when you are up close!”
Jillian Mendez had again anticipated what Leah was trying to say and had finished the girl’s sentence for her and in just the same whispered voice. Leah nodded quietly to her friend as both girls then turned their faces back up towards the grand house/villa/mansion ... or what ever other name the girls could use to describe the place. The two girls just stared with slightly open mouths as they stood there at the beginning of a 3 foot wide footpath that ran a dead straight 20 yards up to a white and very large front door. That door lead into a gleaming two storey house all built with white plaster walls and light blue roofing tiles. Even the fence that the two girls were standing between was built in the same style. It was a long white plastered affair standing about waist height with the same blue, roofing tiles capping the length of the fence as it divided the public concourse from private property.
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