I have an extremely tough job.

I don’t work in a mine or something such as that, but it is a place that holds innumerable obligations, including the livelihoods of hundreds, if not a large number of individuals who work under me. I work pretty much 15 hours a day, 7 days a week.

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Check itI also have a family that I see in passing; I think I have three kids right now, one girl and two boys. My wife used to be hot when I married her, but I haven’t seen her in three months and she could have grown an arm out of the side of the head, I likely would have missed it. I’m telling you all of this because you need to understand why I go on a one-week holiday every year, all alone.
I take no one. I usually do not take my wife. I definitely do not take the youngsters. I don’t take my phone or my computer. As far as everyone I know is worried, I do not exist for those 7 days. And I make it my business to go somewhere where it’s highly unlikely I’ll meet any Americans. I don’t wish to hear our accents and I usually do not need to feel like I am on exactly the same planet as the folks I interact with during the other 358 days of the year. This past year, for example, I went to Croatia, this small state somewhere in the Mediterranean, a great little country with great seaside and with amazing food. But all of the tourist items doesn’t matter. What matters is that my life changed while there. But I’m getting ahead of myself
I got to this small spot where I was staying early in the morning. The sun was only coming out and I chose to take a walk down the beach before anyone gets up and comes to the seashore. I was exhausted as hell and I lit up a smoke as I was walking down the shore. There was no one there. Literally no one. A number of seagulls and that was that. And then I saw a body in the distance, coming towards me. A jogger. As he was getting nearer to me, I can declare to you that I really could see the world in slo-mo. As he was running past me, I really could see his chiseled body absolutely under his sweaty clothes. I could smell him, I could feel his heat. And then he passed me and I forgot it by the time that I got to the hotel.
The next day, I went swimming early in the morning and at the exactly the same time, he came running past. I watched him again and I recognized that he was watching me. Now, for a guy who has never had nude beach girls in his life, I was a little confused that I was checking out this guy, this blond chiseled hunk that was running all sweaty past me every morning. I did not know what to believe. I mean, I wasn’t fearful or anything like that, I’m not an asshole. But it was confusing, that is for sure.
The following morning, as I was taking my morning swim, my new friend did not come running. He came by boat and simply showed me with a gesture that he desires me to come into the boat with him. I did it. I have no idea why, but I did it. He told me his name was Andrei in the most beautiful Russian accent English I ‘d ever heard and I told him my name. I asked him where we were going and he told me that I would see.
When we got there, I recognized that it was this little, totally secluded beach where no one has place their foot in decades and where no one could perhaps wander to. We disembarked and as we got to the shore, Andrei undressed and stood there before me, completely nude, with little beads of perspiration running down his chest and with his fat cock hanging down. You can only imagine what happened that day and I can tell you that this, my first encounter, was something that I never dreamt would happen, let alone with a total stranger, a Russian guy even. It was the best day of my own life. And that’s http://nudist-video.net . That is my Andrei.