Summer Loving in the Winter with a Man Down Under

Summer Loving at Christmas with My Bad Santa

This week Sloane’s Sexy Sojourns takes us to the waning hours of dusk in lovely Tasmania in December. It is a tour of the Bridestowe Lavender Estate in Nabowla, Tasmania. It’s a story of lavender summer loving with a Tasmanian local farmer named Arlo Santa. I picked this place because I always dreamt of dancing in endless lavender fields of finely rowed and scented purple pastures. Furthermore, it is a joyous and colorful scene, just like a classic Hollywood movie. Fortuitously, I fit the fantasy as I am wearing a retro white cap-sleeve peasant dress with a baby blue camisole. It has a low-cut neckline bustier that is gathered together by blue suede laces.

We begin our story with me on my knees, smack in the middle of a fine French lavender hillside on this 260-acre farm. Ebulliently, this dreamy fog of dusk on the perfectly carved lavender fields is an epic romantic dreamscape screaming relaxation. Now this sexy mistress is ready to get to work living her biggest romance fantasy. Joyously I bound between what appears as endless rows of lavender. Soon the sun was fully set and the cool air had my gumdrop nipple hard. Reactively, I clutched and hugged the multi-color woven basket I brought to pick lavender to take home.

Summer Loving in Tasmanian Lavender Fields

Eventually, the aromatic atmosphere took over and I just felt the need to get down on my knees to really imbibe this lavender relaxation vibe. Despite it being December, it felt just like summer there and I really was having a moment of summer loving. Erotically, the scent of the fresh lavender was stronger as you got lower.

Eventually, I see it just wafts up in the air and sits at the base of the bushes and the smell intoxicates me. Excitingly, I could feel the Tasmania earth crumble beneath me as I grinded and rolled around on this delightful dirty day. Ironically, I expect to be relaxed but this French lavender is unlocking a new level of relaxation in my pussy! I can’t resist pulling off my dress and tilting my pink panties to the side just to see just how wet I am.

Summer Loving with a Tasmania Devil

At that exact moment, Arlo leaped into my row with a huge net and bellowed out GOTCHA! Finger still in my wet pussy, I sat up shocked. Moments later, Arlo blankets me with apologies and tells me he was looking for a lost meerkat. Giggling, he said he didn’t mean to catch me with MY cat!

Deciding to own it, I confidently licked my finger and said it’s the best-tasting pussy in town and gave a wink. Then his tan strong fingers rapidly covered his mouth and he bit one hard. Seizing the moment, I asked if he was a cat man. If so, I’d love to know if I could interest him in a relaxing lavender-scented snack. At that exact second, I patted my pretty pink puss and pushed my tits up in my blue matching set, and got ready to start this summer loving with a local Tasmanian devil.

 

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