warning; we’re dipping into “R†territory again, for about three chapters, after which we return to matters that wouldn’t dent the “G†rating.Her two women friends seemed somewhat, uh, hesitant, despite her constant reminder that I’m a nice guy, “one of the nicest guys one can ever hope to meet,†but agreed after she said, “Well, if it makes you uncomfortable, you can leave and come back here, no problem.
“But I’m going with him,†she added, kissing me. “It’s been a long time.â€
My car was way over on the other side of the fairgrounds, so we took the car they’d arrived in; whose it was, I had no idea. I sat in the back seat sucking face and caressing torso, occasionally pausing to give a direction or two, as we headed to Meyer and Alberto’s real-estate.
Once there, I bounded out the back seat, already half-undressed before my feet hit the ground. By the time I’d gone around the back of the car to her door, I was done.
‘Whoa-ho,†I hollered, as she laughingly allowed me to pull her out. “Let’s play, let’s play,†I said as I removed the top half of her clothing, tossing it back inside the car. I kissed, cupped, and fondled her upper pair, and then we sucked face while the two other women stared.
“Oh, he’s just that way,†my woman explained to the other two; “always eager to get started right away.
“And you haven’t lost any spirit the past few years,†she said to me; "still the same."
I pulled down and off her pants, and her panties; we were now all set.
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“Well,†she said to her friends; “we’re ready, what about you?â€
She walked towards a shallow pond, suggestively swinging her
derriere and turning her head to blow a “kiss†in my direction. I didn’t move, however, instead waiting where I was, to see what the other two were going to do.
“This is weird,†one of them said; “we don’t even know you. It‘s nothing personal; you have a great body with good-looking equipment and all that, but we don‘t even know you.â€
“But she does,†I said, pointing to my woman, “and she
knows I’m good.â€
That failed to sway them, not even a move to loosen a button.
The woman I knew came back to us, suggestively swaying her hips. I wanted in.
“He’s clean,†she assured her friends, “and he’s good, too. As you can see, he’s hardly wanting in what makes him a man. In fact, I feel myself generous in offering to share him with you.â€
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One of the two women was standing behind me, her arms draped over my shoulders as she looked down past that. “You know, you’d look
really good shaved,†she said.
I groaned. “Well, fortunately for me, there’s no razors handy at the moment.â€
“Oh, but I have some manicure scissors in my purse,†she told me; “it’s not the same thing as using a razor, but I’m sure I can trim pretty close.
“Without hurting you, of course.
“And if you don’t put up a struggle and resist, of course.
“And I’ll give you a special treat if you let me do it,†she concluded.
My hair--on top of my head--stood on end. My partner, who was totally naked, and the third woman, who was still fully clothed, each grabbed one of my arms and held them back. Not being the strongest person around, I was outmatched.
Kneeling in front of me, she trimmed the hair around the base of it, and then grabbed it to pull, so she could
finesse the job. My arms still locked behind me, I squirmed, but only feebly.
Lightly brushing the general area off with her fingers, she knelt back on her heels and examined the handiwork. “Now, that looks really good,†she said approvingly; “there’s not a woman alive who wouldn’t want that inside of her.
“And now,†she added, “weâ€--indicating the third woman--â€have to get back to the fair, and don’t have much time. But as a reward for being a good boy, I’ve got time to quaff it dry, it’s so pretty.â€
This was embarrassing. If she did that, I wouldn’t be able to poke my partner for a couple of hours.
But my partner saved the day, embracing and kissing me, her upper pair smashed hard against my chest, and it being right about where it was supposed to be on her lower region, excepting still outside, as I groped her
derriere.
“He’s mine now, all mine, so you two go back to the fair while we stay and have some fun.â€
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We were laying in the grass, she on her back and I on my side, propping my head up with a bent arm, and fingers from the hand of the other arm playfully probing around inside her down there.
“Tell me,†I said; “what’s your favorite fantasy, and maybe we can do something about it.
“But I hope it doesn’t involve costumes or toys.â€
“Oh,†she said, “it’s a rather silly one, but I fantasize about it all the time. I’d like to be alone among one hundred naked men playing around--all these naked guys playing football, baseball, basketball, tennis, soccer, volleyball, field and track, hockey.
“All these naked men around me, myself naked among them, and them doing whatever I wish them to do.â€
Hmmm, I said, “Not golf, too?â€
Oh, she gushed. “I’d
love to watch you and [the business partner] play golf naked.â€
I arched my eyebrows. This was certainly interesting.
“But it’s not going to happen,†I cautioned her. “I’d do it for you, but [the business partner]’s not as free-spirited as I am, and his sense of propriety‘s stronger than mine.
“About the best I can do for you there is, if we get back to the house early enough, play naked croquet for you to watch. And I’m not likely to find ninety-nine other naked guys for you to enjoy looking at. You‘d have to be satisfied just watching me.â€
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She smiled, and asked, “well, what’s your favorite fantasy?â€
I dunno, I said, staring up into the sky.
“Maybe it’s to poke a woman 24/7/365; there can’t be anything more fun than that.â€
Oh now, she said, “be serious. My fantasy’s far-fetched, but still possible, if some work were put into it.
“But making love to a woman 24/7/365 is impossible. Something
a bit closer to being possible, please.â€
“Okay†I warned her; “I’d like to be naked all the time, never wearing any clothes, and always ready to accommodate any woman who wants poked. There’s a certain freedom, an exhilaration, an exuberance, about being naked.â€
She laughed.
Ignoring that, I pointed out, “but I can’t be, because the world’s full of people, each one possessing certain sensitivities and sensibilities that can be offended. My feelings don’t trump everybody else’s or anybody else’s; we all have to be respectful of each other.
“If society in general says ‘wear clothes,’ well then, it’s a good idea to wear clothes, if one wishes to get along.
“One can’t control one’s feelings, but one can control one’s conduct.
“I’m a very courteous person, very sensitive of the tastes and morals of other people.â€
She laughed again.
Ignoring that too, I pointed out, “and so when around others, I take care to be appropriately attired.
“Alas, the only chance I have to be naked is between 10 p.m. and 6 a.m., when nobody’s around to see…..but then I’m sleeping all that time.
“Or like right now,†I said, tickling her again down there, “when off in an isolated place where nobody’s around.
She laughed a third time. “But there’s never any time here when nobody’s around; there’s always
somebody around, but of course you can’t hear them, and so don’t see them.
“Think of all those early-morning observations--â€
“Those don’t count,†I interrupted; “they’re either only guys, or they’re women like Crystal and Annette down in Joplin, and Amber down over in Tucson, who’re so coarse they can’t possibly be offended.
“Between 10 p.m. and 6 a.m., old folks, respectable women, and children are in bed, not running around out here. I’ve never been spotted by someone who could be offended.â€
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She hinting that she was “ready,†I got up and kneeling, sitting on my heels, began raising and folding her legs, after which I gently began coming down on her.
“If we get done soon enough,†I suggested, “maybe I can play a game of naked croquet to amuse you before we have to go back to the fair.
“But I’m not in any hurry; in fact, I’d like to poke all the rest of the afternoon, right here.â€
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About an hour later, she hinted she was sated, and so we decided to leave.
But upon getting up, we both remembered something at the same time.
We’d left our clothes in the car.
The other two had gone back to the county fair, and we’d agreed that the two of us would just walk back to my place--it’s not far, only a mile--pick up another of the vehicles there, and meet them at the fair.
Well, excresence, I said; “but at least nobody’s likely to come this way anyway, so we’re safe just heading back home as we are, only unimpressed wildlife seeing us.â€
So we started, holding hands and squeezing backsides, walking back to the house.
We were about halfway there when suddenly out of nowhere, the raccoon-bitten Aerows primitive and Wills broke through the trees and stepped onto the path ahead of us, walking our direction.
to be continued