Thoughts of summer sun

As the winter has dragged on interminably and the daily temperatures have struggled recently to make it above 0℃, my thoughts have been turning to warmer, sunnier climes.

I love feeling the heat of the summer’s sun on my body. As a child, and until she passed away a little over ten years ago, a large part of my summer’s were spent with my cousins at my Nonna Serena’s villa in the outskirts of San Cataldo in the heel of Italy. When the cold Scottish winters bite, I often dream that I’m back there, lying about in the sun, walking in the shade of the market stalls or swimming naked in the clear blue Adriatic sea.

I love feeling the warmth of the sun all over my body as its heat sinks into my skin. I love the comfort of being naked in the heat of the sun, with the gentle breeze from the sea keeping me cool.  I love to have the water lap against me, the ripples stimulating my nipples and labia as I swim.

There is one particular cove that I especially love. It can only be reached by boat (or possibly by swimming) and the high cliffs mean there is little chance of being observed. Having been for a long relaxing swim, very possibly using my snorkel mask to observe the marine life in the clear waters, I love to lie out naked on my towel and let the sun bake me dry. If, as has often been the case when I’ve visited that spot, I have a partner with me, “things” can happen: slow, languid things, squelchy, sexy, sweaty things, toe-curlingly orgasmic things followed by warm relaxed things. “The Girl” and I have enjoyed the pleasures of each other’s bodies many times on that beach over the years. I’ve sucked Master C’s cock and been fucked by Him under the sun on that stretch of shore many times. Before Master C, I’ve fucked and been fucked by local lads and (now) former boyfriends.

Even when circumstances dictate that need to be more modestly attired, there is, however, one item of clothing whose services I am willing to dispense with when the temperature soars, and that is my knickers.

Now, some would say I’m willing to dispense with them pretty much any time, and that is, of course, very true. When the sun beats down, however, going “commando” beneath a light summer skirt or dress is a simple pleasure that I will avail myself of at every opportunity. There’s something about the feeling that I find delightfully refreshing, and it’s so much more comfortable too.

And while I’m sitting there in a café or bar, demurely sipping an espresso, it gives me so many opportunities to surreptitiously flash my cunt at any good looking guy who takes my fancy, and of coarse, earn myself a thrashing from Master C‘s belt for being such a shameless, cock-teasing slut.

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6 thoughts on “Thoughts of summer sun

  1. Man of mystery April 11, 2018 / 21:25

    Sundresses with nothing beneath make summer so much fun The potential for naughty public fun multiplies …. easy access is an under appreciated summer delight

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  2. Nero Black April 12, 2018 / 15:55

    There’s something very sexy about a woman sans underwear.
    (Unless she’s panhandling on the Lower East Side and is flashing her gnarly cooch as a tease for something else!)


  3. Marie Rebelle April 12, 2018 / 20:20

    Oh I really love how horny the heat of the sun can make me feel… such a different kind of horniness!

    Rebel xox


  4. missy April 13, 2018 / 16:19

    I love your description of the heat of Italy and the way it makes you feel. You have made me want to be back there right now 😊


  5. @F4TFriday April 27, 2018 / 09:39

    No arguments from me on the weather front. I think we’re all ready for this winter to finally be over and to start feeling some warmth.


  6. MrsK August 9, 2021 / 18:43

    There’s something very innocently seductive about being commando in a skirt. Maybe it’s the breeze over moist flesh, or the “chance” that a wind can make your nudity shown, I don’t know, but I want more of it 🙂


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