Mr Nippz has quietly tolerated my activities over the years, not fully approving, but nevertheless not stopping me.
On the other hand, he does have a high libido and wants lots of attention. Including wanks. Which I am more than happy to administer!
Several times, especially on motorways I have wanked him off while he was driving, and we have always managed him coming during breaks in the traffic. We are fairly sure we have been glimpsed at least a few times by passengers high up in lorries going past us, as we stick to the slow, left hand lane while doing it.
Two summers ago we were in northern France, on our own, and went to the beach. On the West coast of the Cotentin peninsula just North of Granville. No sooner am I on a decent beach with sunshine than my kit comes off. Often his too. This time we positioned ourselves just a short walk from the car park, and just on the very edge of the sand dunes behind the beach, but not concealed from the beach. (pinpointed in the first google earth pic).
There were a few people about, all a fair distance away. Some couples were walking the length of the beach. I reached out for him and asked if he wanted a wank. He smiled and nodded.
I stroked very fast a few times, and then very slowly a few times asking "A quick wank? .... Or a s l o w wank?"
As he said he didn't mind, I decided on giving him a medium speed wank, with super fast strokes at the end which always made him
extremely noisy! I reckon we were spotted. By some people sunbathing fairly close to us, and by some of the couples walking the beach. But, as one would expect in France, we were left to our own business. I finished him off with some very fast strokes which had him shouting out. Excellent!
Last summer, we took a surprise day out, during the week on a very hot summer's day, and found ourselves on the beach at Harlech, in Wales. We had never been there before. (second google pic). Once again we were on the beach, just where it joined with the sand dunes behind. My kit came off, which is far less acceptable behaviour in Wales than it is in France. Mr Nippz kept his swimming costume on.
"Remember the last French beach?" I asked as my hand slipped inside his costume and caressed his cock. He nodded, smiling. within a minute or so I had his costume completely off with him protesting. I gave him another good mediium-paced wank. About half-way through a young couple, her topless, disturbed us by walking behind us in the dunes, presumably looking for some privacy. "She's going for it!" remarked the young man to his companion. "And I'm not stopping!" I called. He laughed and walked on.
All too much for Mr Nippz. He shot it everywhere, groaning loudly as he came.