Decidedly not on prompt this week, as a wonderful connection was made! I don’t feel comfortable posting photos from this trip on my own blog as I think women should have full control of their nude photos. So check out Cumdrops on the regular as I think those will be
cumming coming soon!
I first saw her nude, garbed only in glowing luminescence by the bed in the Inn. A Radiant Woman visiting in my dream-soaked mind, yet I was awake! Veiled from without by window drapes through which street light could only peek, leaving only myself with the venerable voyeur’s view! Then clothing like shadow eclipsed her heavenly orbs, but not in embarrassment nor shame. Though sight may be limited, she is a sight to behold!
And that was just the beginning of a magical day: a visit to the Oaklake Trails Naturist Park with the Lovely Braindrops/Sexycumdrops. I admire her ability to embrace the new and unknown with uncommon courage. You wouldn’t have known she was nervous about her first naturist experience! Nature beware!
Unfortunately, I’d planned on having all Labor Day to enjoy the park, but we only had a handful of precious hours the day after. I was running a three day ultramarathon event that took more out of me than I had anticipated and it wasn’t safe for me to drive long distances the day of the event.
Which had a silver lining for myself anyway in that we missed the crowds they had at Labor Day. We have, of course, “seen” each other nude in digital form many times, but not in the flesh. And my flesh was, ahem, responding at the personal closeness of her flesh 😳 White sunscreen lotion glistening on her skin like…I should probably have taken certain matters into my own hands before the visit.
But by no means was an isolated hike down to the Oak Lake not an amazing experience. We sat a while on a bench overlooking nature and had a deep talk, primitive lizard brain howling or not!
Then a lovely soak in the pool once my thinking was taking place in the correct “head.” The confidence as she floated with her lovely bosom standing out like islands of paradise in a sea! What was I thinking with, again?
Then a stroll to the pavilion and then a photo by the storm shelter with the mural. An appropriate end as the weather was turning. We left Oklahoma at 85 degrees and arrived in Nebraska at 39 degrees with rain pounding and wind howling like my lizard brain had been!