It was the end of autumn, in the chill of late afternoon, looking out over my glorious city. Hylas and I had driven to the summit of Mount Pukematekeo, in the Waitakere Ranges (if you want to be exact!). Where better to take off all my clothes?
As always, click all images for a different view!
Yep, that bra has got to go! (Although it is a very pretty bra, and I like the transparent straps.)
This is the view across the Waitakeres, incidentally. And that’s the trig station I’m holding on to.
And what’s left once the knickers go? (And the big question – will I take off my socks and shoes?)
Hey, I can see my house from here! Well, my suburb, anyhow!
When one is naked and on the top of the world, what do you do? There’s admiring the view. Check. There’s spinning around and around. Check. Then, there’s taking advantage of the hapless photographer!
(And, of course, that’s when the tourists arrived, and clothes were put back on But it meant we drove around and ended up here – where there was a stellar blow-job and some amazing orgasms. Go go naughty nudity!)