Future of Porn

CHAPTER ONE

It was the walk up the stairs I seem to remember most. Simply thinking about it always sets my heart to thumping. I find myself, mostly late at night, but too, at the oddest and occasionally in the most public of situations, succumbing to the daydream and reliving vividly everything about each step, from the creak of that one loose board to how her hair looked in the afternoon light and the way her dress moved as I followed, watching her from behind. It was one of the most singular events in my life, so alive, so indelible, imbued upon me with a level of immediacy and intensity, I’m sure, something akin to the scale of awareness and anticipation a condemned man must experience, when he takes that last, long walk.

Her name was Cynthia, but I almost always called her Cynth. We were neighbors. Neither one of our homes was very much by today’s standards. We lived in one of those lower middle class neighborhoods, which seem to sprout amongst the cracks and fringes of every big city. Except for the occasional pink, plastic flamingo displayed in the small plots of lawn out front, or perhaps a slightly different color of paint on the shutters or door, it was virtually impossible to tell one house from any other, row after row after row.

That day, I’d found her out on her porch. Summers here were always so hot, and come about late July a heavy boredom always set in. Our neighborhood was always quiet, even more so now as lots of families were away on vacation, at the beach, the mountains, anywhere they could find a cool breeze or breath of fresh air. For those who remained, the hours stretched out interminably to where it seemed one could easily count from one to ten between each tick of the second hand. Ironically, during these dog days even the neighborhood animals seemed to have fallen prey to the monotonous languor, and it became rare to hear a dog bark, or for that matter, to see a car drive by and momentarily disturb the heavy hush hanging over the streets. The very stillness of the air and the emptiness of the haze lingering in the sky were all just elements of the doldrums of summer.

I’d come outside and noticed her right off. She was wearing one of those summery, cotton dresses. I can still recall, for a fact, it had a pattern of little, blue flowers sprinkled across a light, yellow fabric. Cynthia Marshall, two and a half years older than me, and an effortless beauty with soft brown hair and lips so rich, so sweetly pink, when she smiled those bright, green eyes of hers just seemed to melt my heart and snatch my poor breath away.

We’d known each other forever; you can’t live fifteen feet from someone else’s driveway all of your life and not get to know them. When I was little, Cynth used to trick–or–treat with my older brother and me, the two of them holding my hands between them as we ran from door to door. Our families would sometimes share Easter egg hunts between our houses and bar–b–ques on the Fourth of July. She’d always been sweet to me, but in a big sisterly way. Yet, she’d been the one, through the luck of a spin, to endow me with my first real kiss, when we both found ourselves playing a game of spin the bottle during a neighborhood birthday party. Even before that unforgettable afternoon, when that empty Nehi bottle spun our way, she had been the featured highlight in every fantasy of mine ever since I could remember.

But most things change as we grow older; and she’d become one of the girls who ran with the big kids long before I ever did. I came to know about her, more than I knew her. I remember lying in bed, in the room I shared with my brother, Mark, and listening awestruck to stories about Cynthia ringing people’s doorbells and running away, or teaming up with other kids to cause feuds between the cranky old ladies at the end of the block by switching around or stealing their prized ceramic garden gnomes and molded cement figurines. She was rare for such a beauty, because she was fun, maybe even what some people might call a little rambunctious. I never remember having seen her out on the street when she wasn’t either running or skipping, her long pony tail flying as she passed. And as she began to mature, she was one of those girls who just suddenly blossomed. By the time she was in her middle teens, there wasn’t a boy I knew who didn’t hope she’d turn a smile his way. Yet, along with her budding physical charms, she was one of those girls possessed of a rare nature, which complements a sincere sweetness and an ease of confidence about herself. And later, when she was a senior in high school, and I was just a gangly freshman, there wasn’t a person I knew who didn’t think she was someone entirely special. Unfortunately, for all the rest of us waiting breathlessly in the wings, her boyfriend, a guy who owned a car and was a sophomore in college, was the one who was lucky enough to be the apple of her eye.

But that afternoon, that became our own. It will always stand out so freshly in my mind. The frescoes on the ceiling of the Sistine chapel won’t endure as long or shine as clearly in time as does the clarity of this memory. I remember being bored, so bored I wandered outside, as that in itself was something to do. Seeing her out on her porch, I let the screen door slam a little too loudly and was rewarded when she sat up and looked my way. Sitting down on my porch railing I waved, and she waved back. Crossing my feet at the ankles, I hitched my thumbs in the pockets of my shorts, nowhere to go and nothing to do.

“Hey!” She called out, making another quick wave, beckoning over her shoulder with her hand. “Jimmy! Jimbo! Come on over!”

No sooner had I stepped up on her porch than she halted her swinging on the porch glider and scooted over, patting a spot for me to take a seat. “How’ve you been doing there, Jimbo?” Her voice was as warm and friendly as if we’d spoken only yesterday. “Haven’t seen much of you this summer.”

“I haven’t seen you either,” I came back. There simply was no feeling uneasy around her. With some friends you haven’t seen much of, it sometimes takes a bit to get the awkwardness out of the way and get back on track. But there was something just so easy about everything with Cynth, so amiable, so sincere, totally at ease and completely disarming. “Where’s your boyfriend, Cynth? I haven’t seen him around much either.”

She kicked out, setting the swing going in an easy arc. “He went with his folks to the mountains. They’re going to be gone ’til Labor Day.” Even her acting out an exaggerated childish pout couldn’t fall flat. “He left me here to wilt while he goes plays chess with his dad and fishes for bass with his brothers. More likely though, he’s just lying around like a big lout drinking beer all night and sleeping most the day.”

“Sounds like the life,” I replied.

“Yeah.” That little half smile of hers was distant and wistful, and her eyes looked so far away. “I miss him.”

We sat like that for quite awhile, maybe an hour, maybe more. Who knows? Time didn’t mean a thing on such a sleepy summer’s day. I hadn’t really even said ten words to her in months, only “Hi” now and then in passing. But like old times, we fell back into ourselves, and before long we were remembering the old stories and recalling kids we used to know and things we used to do, just kicking back and chatting, again the best of friends. After a bit she went inside and got us some lemonade. We talked and sipped at our straws, laughing, as she could always make anyone laugh. And when my lemonade was gone I sat back, sucking on the ice cubes and just listening to her ramble about nothing of any importance, which was exactly what I was in the mood to hear.

“How’s that brother of yours doing?” She asked out of the blue. “Does Mark still have that same cutie girlfriend?” She spiraled a hand above her head. “The one with all that hair?”

I wasn’t really focusing on anything, just looking off across the street, but seeing her little pantomime got me to laugh again. “Yeah, I think so,” I grinned. “Last I heard of, anyway. You know, he’s going to be graduating from college next semester.” She gave a quick whistle, her lips forming a note of genuine surprise. For some reason my eyes were spellbound by the shape of those lips.

“Where’d time get off to?” She asked after she’d let the whistle trail off. “Seems like forever since I last saw him, Christmas I think it was.” She hitched her feet up under her dress, cross–legged, planting her hands down in the center of the spread of her dress and letting me swing the swing. “I’m glad next fall I’ll be transferring to a college that’s reasonably close. I’ll be able to get home weekends and holidays. I get real lonely so quickly being away from everybody. I guess I’m just a hometown girl at heart. Mark though, who knows where that guy will end up.”

“He’s just a ramblin’ kind of guy,” I came back, feeling good about getting a laugh out of her.

“I forget,” she asked. “What’s he studying?”

“Photography,” I answered, “just like my dad did. When he graduates the plan is he’s supposed to work at my dad’s portrait studio for a while. But he really wants to get in with an agency, in New York or LA and do some advertising photography and maybe even some freelance or artistic stuff. He’s been shooting weddings to make a little extra cash.” I raised my eyebrows and leaned in close to confide to her in a whisper. “He even did a boudoir shoot a couple of months ago.”

“Boudoir?” Right off, her eyes lit up, and she leaned into me nudging me with her shoulder. “Isn’t that,” she started slowly, “isn’t that where women pay to have pictures taken of themselves in sexy lingerie or bathing suits … like for their husbands or boyfriends?”

She was so close, almost nose–to–nose; and the way she looked at me. It was as if the air around us had gone suddenly still and the heat had grown up around us. She was staring right into me, and I could see she was thinking of something. In a bit of panic I couldn’t believe I had let that slip. I wondered what I could possibly have been thinking to have been so stupid as to have blurted that out. Mark, I’m sure didn’t want it getting around. Even though it was 1965, and Playboy had been around for quite a while, some of our local Neanderthals could still get pretty up in arms about that kind of thing. Mark had told me about it when he was home over Memorial Day. I hadn’t seen the pictures, but I knew he’d had to borrow my dad’s private darkroom to develop the negatives and make the prints, as he probably would have gotten arrested had he tried taking the shots to a regular lab.

Suddenly Cynthia leaned back and planted her feet, stopping the swing. She slapped her hands down on her legs and stared back at me with that Cynth wildness in her grin. “You still shoot photos, too, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I just got a new 35mm Ricoh for my eighteenth birthday last month. It’s got a 28mm wide angle lens, f1.4, and my dad even got me a 100mm to go with the stock 50mm.” I was always proud of any opportunity to talk about my cameras. I scooted around a bit to better face her. “It’s got a flash, too! My dad’s been helping me get the knack of it; flash is tough though. But you need it if you want to get an indoor shot just right. Of course, my dad he knows it all. He’s got a full set of background lights with filters and gels, and he uses a system of umbrella strobes he’s got synched to his large format Hassleblad.”

She locked a hand down on my knee. “You’ve got film and stuff, too, right?”

“Sure, color and black and white.” Her hand on my knee made me suddenly conscious of how close we truly were. Maybe it was the air had changed, but we seemed very alone together out on that porch. And up close, like this, I became aware I could smell her too. There wasn’t any particular scent or flowery fragrance to her, just fresh, a breath of Cynth, clean and sweet.

She took her hand back and swiveled a bit more to face me straight on. She started to say something, but didn’t. Maybe it was the heat, but her cheeks looked hot and flushed.

When she didn’t say anything I asked, “What?”

She pursed her lips and shook her head.

“Come on, Cynth,” I pressed. “It’s me, Jimbo. What were you going to say?” I recall thinking she’d probably come up with one of her infamous gags or jokes to play on someone.

“I don’t know.” She pulled her feet out from under her skirt and let her legs swing down, twining her ankles and locking her knees. “I just kind of had a goofy idea.” She shrugged and cocked her head, looking awkward for the first time I could ever remember. “You know me.”

“Yeah, I know you,” I came back. I must have been crazy because another wild admission came flying out of my mouth. “You’re the one who gave me my first kiss.”

Her mouth fell open, for but a moment, then the most wonderful smile came across her, and she laughed. “You remember that?”

I fell back in the glider trying to show her I was devastated. “Remember! Remember?” I stammered. “Are you kidding? Does a Texan remember the Alamo?”

Those emerald eyes of hers were positively afire. “I had no idea, Jimbo. I’m flattered.” She pressed a hand lightly to her breast, as though stunned. “Was that really your first kiss?”

I nodded. It was my turn to lock my knees and twine my ankles.

“Well, well, Jimbo. I’m sure it wasn’t your last.”

Now I really was embarrassed. It seemed there was nothing I wanted to look at right now more than my sneakers.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, obviously sensing my discomfort. “You’ve gotten to be quite a handsome guy. Wait ’til you’re a senior this coming semester, then everything will change.” She again put her hand on my knee. “You’re gonna be a real lady killer, mark my words. You’ve got everything it takes. You’re good looking.” She noticed my chagrin and gave me a playful little shove. “You are! Don’t sell yourself short, Jimbo. But most of all you’re a good guy, and let me tell you,” she locked her eyes on me, “that’s something. That, coupled with that bod of yours, what else could a girl want?”

I looked up at her. I couldn’t tell which made her seem to shine more, that she so honestly appeared to care or the candidness of the sincerity which rang in her voice.

“Hey!” She suddenly clapped her hands. “I’m going to ask you to do me a favor, a big, big favor.”

Right then I would have run across a busy freeway blindfolded had she had asked me to. “Anything,” I came back. “You name it.”

“I’d like to send my boyfriend, Peter, a picture of me, not any old snapshot, but something nice, professional looking. You know, remind him what he’s missing when he’s gutting some fish instead of giving me a kiss. Do you think you could help me out?”

I sat up. “Now?”

“Sure. I mean, if you’re not doing anything. I want to send something to shake that boy up.”

I remember hardly even hearing the last of what she said. I was already thinking about where, indoors or outdoors, flash or no flash, wide angle lens or long focal length, sharp depth of field or soft focus.

“Hey, hey!” She jiggled my knee. “What do you say?”

I jumped up and flew off the porch. I was already across her driveway when I yelled back “Don’t go anywhere, I’m getting my camera!” In a heartbeat I was back, camera bag slung over one arm and tripod in hand.

Standing with one foot on the stoop, I panted breathlessly. “Where do you want to do it?” Right off I knew how stupid that sounded.

It’s a shame I didn’t have the camera already set up because the charmed way in which she smiled back at me from where she sat on the glider was priceless. Her elbows on her knees she spread her hands. “Hey, you’re the photographer; you tell me.” She got to her feet, striking a pose without even thinking about it by just stretching out an arm to lean against the roof support. “I’m all yours, Jimbo.”

“I’m all yours!” The words rang in my head. Ten thousand ideas sprung into my bedeviled mind all at once. But thankfully, I had a clarity of moment. “Hold it right there!” I blurted out, fumbling and dropping the tripod as I unslung my bag. “Just hold it. Don’t move. Don’t move!”

My fingers were trembling so wildly the lens cap flipped away like a wild shot in a game of tiddlywinks. Where it went I didn’t even give a damn. I kept looking back up at her as I frantically tried to get the camera set on the tripod. When the camera was mounted, I fumbled around for my light meter, convinced that if a fugitive wanted to never be found all he had to do was find a way to hide out in a damn camera bag, and he’d be able to completely disappear. I finally found the thing and ran back up the steps waving it about as if I could possibly remember what I was doing. The whole time Cynth kept that pose, just relaxing into it, and her amused expression at my fluster and confusion was just about as perfect as it could be.

“Okay!” I yelled. “All set.” I jumped back down and carefully set the shutter speed and f–stop. Walking around behind the camera I looked in the viewfinder, amazed at the picture I saw, then came back to myself and adjusted the angle to get her framed just right. I wasn’t about to cut off this girl’s head. Gripping the shutter’s cable release, with my thumb poised, I thought about telling her to say: “Cheese.” But on quick second thought decided I didn’t want to do anything to upset the perfection of an almost classic Mona Lisa quality smile. “Be still,” I called out, then counted: “One, two, three!” I pressed. Nothing!

“Did you get it?” She asked. “I didn’t hear a click.”

I looked down, bewildered. Everything was right: shutter speed, 30; f–stop set at 5.6; film speed indicator on 100. Then it hit me when I saw the frame count; I’d forgotten to advance the damn film. “Hang on! Hang on!” I cried out. Advancing the lever with my thumb, I then had to reset the framing in the viewfinder, and felt a wave of relief when I pressed the button and heard the shutter’s click.

Cynthia had heard it too, as she pulled away from the post, standing and stretching with her arms up and her hands out. She winked at me. “I guess like a kiss, the first one’s always the toughest.”

“Do you want to take some more?” I fired back.

She dropped her arms. “Got more film?”

“Half a roll.”

She stepped down and came walking over. There was something so feminine about how she looked in that dress, how she appeared to cross her knees with an easy, lilting step when she walked. The way her hair, it looked auburn in the sun, seemed to frame the lines of her neck and shoulders, and how the two buttons left undone at the top of the dress just allowed a hint at the fullness of her breasts concealed below. For the first time, too, I noticed I was now taller than she was, quite a revelation.

She reached out and tousled my hair. “You just tell me what you want me to do.”

In the next hour I began to learn the unique thrill any photographer must enjoy when presented with a beautiful and willing model. Little by little, I started to loosen up and apply what I knew. I did one shot using my long focal length, 100mm lens. Moving back at a distance I had Cynthia stand next of one of the Mulberry trees, which ran down the city sidewalk in front of every house. Compressing the depth of field so that an entire block’s worth of trees appeared only inches apart, I had her peek around the side of the closest trunk, kicking up one foot and stretching out her skirt while her hair fell away to the side. I took another shot with her sitting on the hood of a car and another up in a tree. It was so much fun, even a bit of a thrill to have her so willingly comply and follow my every command.

But then, I had a revelation. I told her to lie down in Mrs. Wilbun’s flowerbed and face the camera. Doing just as I asked, she spread her elbows on the grass, propping up her chin in her palms. I came in for a close up, lowering the tripod and changing to my wide–angle 28mm. Lying as she was, the tops of her breasts were framed demurely below her hands, adding a spice of sensuality to an otherwise picture postcard pose. Kneeling in front of her, maybe I lingered too long taking in the view, because she momentarily broke the pose to look down, having followed my eyes. My ears caught fire when she saw what I was seeing. But to my surprise she didn’t get angry at all. Instead, she sat up and gave me that wild, door–ringers smile I’d heard about, cocked her head in a “what the hell” salute, and reached down and popped one more button loose. Then she lay back down, moving so her breasts were pressed out by her weight against the ground and said, “How ’bout this? Is this a little more of what you were looking for?”

She didn’t particularly care for his fingers on her breasts, or the way he would casually rub against the tips of her nipples with his knuckles. And she was almost angered that her nipples weren’t cooperating with her mood and were fully erect.

Another employee emerged from the rear. “Hey Peter, I finally made it.” Ahh, so this was indeed “Dick.” He looked down at the counter and whistled.

“It’s okay Sean. It’s been slow anyway, but our mystery lady has finally showed.” Sean looked their way, then down again. His face broke into a devilish grin. “Ahhh. Lady, are you sure that’s all we can do for you? You’ve got a wonderful… canvas.”

Hayley was even more annoyed with another man looking, no… openly gaping!…at her breasts. She was ready to leave. “No. No tattoos.”

But Sean was persistent He approached them so that Peter no longer obstructed his view and looked delighted to gaze at her breasts. At least he showed some appreciation. “How about piercings?”

And here she thought her mood had turned just slightly. She didn’t bother to reply.

It didn’t take “Dick” too long to finish the job. He dabbed at her with a towel, drying her off. There seemed to be multiple tattoos, an assortment of letters, actually.

“Okay, done. Although I don’t get it.” He retreated to the counter, and withdrew an envelope, which he had to wait to hand to her as she put on her bra and the top.

She opened the envelope. There was a short note in it. “It’s a word jumble. You have to get someone who doesn’t work at the store to unscramble it for you,” Hayley cringed, then continued reading, “then Peter (I think Dick is appropriate, by the way) will give you another envelope.” Hayley stopped herself from laughing, and she told them the gist of what it said. “Sean, tell me you don’t work here.”

“Err, sorry. I do. But there’s CJ. She doesn’t.”

Hayley turned and saw a sliver of a girl entering the door. Her hair was spiked and died black, set against the palest of skin. Hayley didn’t understand why someone would want a piercing in their chin, nose, or a whole line of them in the ears… Whatever. Once Sean explained things to CJ, Hayley removed her shirt yet again, and all three stared at her breasts trying to figure it out.

N H I Y N O I L A D

It seemed to Hayley to take forever, but after about 5 minutes Sean said, “My problem is that I see ‘LAID,’ which, and I mean this as a compliment, would seem to fit and is possibly something I can help you with, but I can’t figure the rest of it.”

Peter said, “I don’t see anything to it.”

CJ frowned a bit, and then offered. “I can’t come up with anything either. I keep seeing “HOLIDAY INN,” and I can’t get past it to come up with anything else.”

They all looked at her as if she were from another planet, possessing an alien gift.

Peter returned to the counter and retrieved the remaining envelope. “You never know where you’ll find genius. And it says here on the envelope that it’s 2 words, 7 letters and 3, so I guess that’s it. It would have helped to have had that tip earlier. And, Hayley, you’re late for whatever you’re supposed to do next.”

Hayley quickly redressed, tired of these particular people looking at her breasts, noticing that Sean was watching until she had covered every bit of them, then she opened the envelope. “Go to the motel, just a few blocks away, and look through the stand that has all the vacation pamphlets.” She repeated it to them, then wondered why she had bothered.

“Ok, then, I’m off.”

Sean gave her a wide grin, then said, “Well, hang on. You need to see our latest addition to our wall of fame!” Hayley once again took stock of the pictures of tattoos that covered the walls from floor to ceiling, hardly seeing anything to brag about. Sean was taping something to the cash register counter, and Hayley could guess what it would be. He stepped away.

It was entitled, “The ones that got away!” The picture of her breasts, of course…

“Hey, Peter! Mind if a print a few more to take home and show around?

Dick just grunted, and she left, wanting to get away as quickly as possible. She was feeling… soiled.

The Holiday Inn was an older style motel, but with a lobby and two story guest room building, with rooms opening directly outside. Still, it was nicely maintained and used regularly for conferences. It’s restaurant even had a good reputation, which was rare for motels, she thought.

Hayley entered the lobby and quickly saw the display that she was looking for. The only problem was that she didn’t know what she was looking for. Steven hadn’t given any hints. Her eyes quickly took in various restaurant, theater, camping, and fun park advertisements, but nothing jumped out. She decided to just start in the upper left and work her way down the display row by row. And there, as luck, and Steven, would have it, was her answer at the bottom right of the display.

It was easy to discern, not by the absence of coupons, but by a picture of her breasts adorning the pamphlet. She was going to have to discuss that with him. She had allowed him to take those pictures only if he promised not to show them to anyone. She could imagine him saying he didn’t. He just placed them where they might be seen. She quickly removed all three copies, wondering if there had been a larger stack.

She opened the pamphlet, and read, “This is a flyer, and so soon shall you be too. If you’ll just open your trunk, and do what I say do.” Steven, the poet.

Okay, then, back to the car!

It was with a cautious hand that she opened her trunk, half expecting someone to jump out and rip off her shirt. But she knew that wouldn’t be it. It was the unknown. The latch popped, and she raised the slid slowly. The truck was empty, aside from a small envelope that had slid to a side. She opened it, and found a note enclosed with an airplane ticket. She opted to check the ticket first, which, to her satisfaction, was for Key West! She had always wanted to go. She didn’t want to dwell on whether it would be worth the price she had paid thus far, if she had known in advance. What was done, was done. She opened the note. “Be sure to bring your driver’s license, the camera, and the items you’ve collected so far. I’ll meet you there, with, I promise, clothes that you will actually want to wear! Love, Steven.”

She checked the time of the flight. Ouch. She had to hurry!

On leaving her car at the airport parking lot, she retrieved the items that she thought Steven would want. She put the Fotoflash pictures into her purse, along with the camera. The other picture was too large to fold and fit within her purse, however. She found a bookstore and bought a hardback of a romance novel that seemed somewhat interesting, although she had read enough that she could probably write it herself. She inserted the folded picture into the book.

It wasn’t until the security scan actually sounded that 2+2 equaled four. She had stood in line and placed both her purse, with the car keys, and her book onto the security check conveyor. She had also removed her shoes, per the guard’s instruction, due to the possibility of nails in her heels setting off the alarm.

And it took just moments for her to realize that, carrying nothing and barefoot, there was only one possible cause of the metal detector sounding. It made her dizzy, with people staring at her as the guard moved a handheld detector about her body. Were they thinking the odds were somehow lower for them now that she was being searched? Or were they curious at how someone rather sparsely adorned would set off the bells?

“Ma’am. If you’ll step this way.” The guard gathered her things, handing them to a female security officer, who she was instructed to accompany. Hayley searched towards the heavens, looking for deliverance.

The flight was comfortable enough, but she was always nervous when she flew, and she was glad when the plane touched down. The book she had been reading was only so-so, and she hadn’t read much of it. Her attention had been more focused on “Terrible Things Steven Has Made Me Do.” She hadn’t plotted revenge, yet anyway, but she knew that a tale of her passing was now circulating at the airport. She had quickly come to the conclusion that honesty is the best policy, but she had wished that Officer Morgan hadn’t insisted on feeling the metal band in her bra. Necessarily exposed, yet again. She wondered if Steven had the foresight to predict that one. She wasn’t certain that he did, and she didn’t want to grant him “genius” status, even if it would apply in this sinister adventure he had laid out for her.

She left the plane and entered the terminal rather quickly, having no luggage. She started to look for Steven… after all, he said he would meet her. And now that his jokes were over, she was looking forward to some fun. She would never reveal to him, however, how wet she had been on the airplane, and how wet she was even now. She hadn’t been turned on at any of his tests, but cumulatively, yes, they did turn her on. She couldn’t believe he had her do those things! Or that she did them. But she had the pictures to prove it. Unbelievable.

She couldn’t find Steven, but she did come across a large sign that said, “Hayley.” It was held by a young man in Bermuda shorts, Hawaiian shirt, and a chauffeur’s cap. Her adventure over, the thought of a limo ride to meet Steven at some romantic spot would be just perfect.

“Hi, my name is Ed. I was told that you would have some identification.”

Hayley retrieved her driver’s license from her purse and showed it to him. He smiled at her. “Ma’am, anyone can fake an I.D. I was told you would have another photo I.D.”

Good Lord! Would this never end? She removed the Fotoflash pictures, holding them for only several moments in front of his face. He smiled widely, then said, “This way, ma’am.”

It turned out that it wasn’t a limo, but that might have been out of place anyway. She found herself in a well appointed Sebring convertible as he drove to the town of Key West, the warm, tropical air blowing through her hair. She guessed that it would still be light outside for possibly another couple of hours, and she enjoyed the sights as he passed houses, condos, and entered the old town. He stopped at a street corner, and handed her an envelope. “No tipping. You could say I’ve been tipped in more ways than one. I hope you’ll enjoy your visit.”

She stepped out, then read the envelope as Ed pulled away.

“Welcome to Fantasy Fest! Go see Cocoa Joe, tell him your name. I’ll see you soon. Love, Steven.”

So! It wasn’t over yet. Now, where was she supposed to find Cocoa Joe? She looked at the nearby buildings, all one and two story T-shirt shops, restaurants, and bars. She finally looked at the building on her corner… Cocoa Joe’s. Well, then…

She entered, looking for someone who… She stopped, knowing immediately who she needed to talk to. A group of people were gathered around, and as she came closer, she saw a bare breasted lady seated near the front of the store on a bar stool. A middle-aged man with salty hair and a beer belly was air-spraying an image on the lady’s chest. Hayley couldn’t help but look… it seemed to be taking shape as maybe a praying mantis, it’s big bug eyes placed on her nipples. And with that, Hayley shuddered, a silent groan filling her, knowing what was in store.

She remembered seeing a “Sports Illustrated” swimsuit edition in the supermarket several years earlier, when the models had their swimsuits painted on. It looked so real that she really had to study the pictures to realize that it was paint. And now, at her first visit to Key West, a town known for its Bohemian ways, it was apparently popular to go around bare breasted with paint!

The lady stood, with the airbrushing finished, to the applause of several. Hayley then became aware of the cameras that some were using as the lady stood. How embarrassing! Didn’t she know her picture would be all over the internet within a week?

Cocoa made eye contact with her, and it seemed it was, somehow, in recognition. He turned to another lady, and said, “I’m sorry, you’ll have to wait a turn. The lady who I mentioned might show up, just showed up.”

With that, he turned to her, and said, “Hayley, I presume?”

“You presume correctly, but I’m not…” Hayley just shook her head towards the chair.

“You’re almost on time. It’s rare that I schedule an appointment, but if everyone is as close to being on time as you, maybe I’ll consider it some more. Now, your husband said you might be shy. I’m sorry that we don’t have a more private arrangement, but people don’t usually come here for keeping things private.” He laughed, but not in a way that was going to make Hayley change her mind. He seemed to recognize the same.

“Oh, okay then. Here!” He reached to his supply cabinet, and pulled out a feathered Mardi-Gras type mask. “Your husband said you would probably want this. You aren’t the first and won’t be the last… Now, have a seat please, and we’ll get to work.”

Hayley sat down, placing the mask on her face. She could see in a mirror that her face was made nicely anonymous. “Uh, I’m pretty good, you know, but I haven’t yet found it possible to paint through a woman’s blouse.” He laughed.

Hayley was particularly aware of the guys, women and couples that were either hanging around or walking by, and their cameras. She began to lift Kristyn’s blouse over her head and mask. It was somewhat difficult to manage, but she didn’t want them taking pictures of her with her face exposed. She heard several “ah’s,” as slowly worked the blouse over her head, knowing that her shelf bra was out in the open, as would be her nipples. Of course. Again. She sighed as she finally pulled the blouse off. She could hear several faint clicks, but noticed that there were a lot more cameras than clicks. Digital cameras were very quiet, she considered. She looked in the mirror again. Yes, the mask did well to conceal her face, anyway, not that anyone was looking there. The bra came off relatively easily with her practiced behind-the-back finger coordination. Here she was, exposed again. For the last time, she hoped.

“I believe you have a picture for me?”

It took her a few moments before she realized he would need the other picture of her. She reached into her book and pulled out the printed photo from the tattoo shop, the one with the tiger on it.

“First, hand me your things.” She did, and saw that he gave them to another employee who took them towards the back of the store. “We’ll store them for you. You can come by anytime you like to pick them up.”

Cocoa Joe then raised his voice, playing towards the crowd. “Okay then, just hold still, try not to giggle, and we’ll try to get this pussy out in the open!” People all around laughed at this. And, unexpectedly, she did too. He had somehow, remarkably, put her at ease, and she was sure he was practiced at this as there had to be women who came to him, at the least, somewhat reluctantly. It felt odd feeling the rush of air on her chest, but her attention was mostly given towards stealing glances through the eyeholes in her mask at the crowd gathered about them, almost all staring at her tits. Certainly, Joe had talent that they would be appreciating, but, as Sean had put it, she was certain that more than a few were lusting after her canvas.

She could feel the wetness between her legs increase, and, worse, at times, she thought she could smell her fluids. There was enough sexual energy about that it could be any of the other ladies, but she knew it was hers, and she could only imagine what Joe was thinking in his close proximity to her. She decided to concentrate on the mirror. The base coat of black had quickly covered her breasts and the tiger’s head was already formed. It was the detail work now, and she found it hard to constrain her breathing and maintain a still pose as he worked on the eyes at her nipples. What a day this had been!

Cocoa Joe was very efficient, she had to admit. It had seemed to take quite a while, but in reality, she knew that he had painted her in less than 10 minutes. Maybe it was a very familiar pattern to him. He put his tools to the side as she stood, and he said, “Thank you for the privilege. I certainly enjoy my work. You’re a treat to the senses.” With that, he chuckled to himself, and looked to the crowd for more appreciation, which resulted in laughter whistles, and a few catcalls. She could feel the wetness between her legs drip slightly down the inside of her thigh. He knew… he knew… Joe reached behind him and pulled out a note. As she moved away, a 20-something girl was already getting seated, her top nowhere in sight.

“Fantasy Fest is… well, I’m not sure. But it does include a parade of people dressed, or, like you, not dressed, in all kinds of ways. It starts at 7:00 several blocks to the east. March along in the parade, and I’ll join you!”

Finally! She took stock of where she was and which way east would be. It wasn’t hard to figure with the sun descending quickly now and the presence of one main road. Then she took stock of herself. A skirt, underwear, sandals with short heels. And that was it with the rest of her belongings stowed away at Joe’s.

Before leaving Joe’s, she wanted to be more certain of her appearance with this minimum of covering. She found another standing mirror, looking at Joe’s art. Yes, as she turned, the form of her breasts were clearly visible, but she had to really focus to sort out her nipples and areolas. She was sure guys would be making the effort, but, strangely, it wasn’t like she was completely naked.

She found that she had about 20 minutes before the parade. All things considered, she was amazed that Steven had planned everything so carefully. But occupying herself until the parade started became the issue. Staying at Joe’s for as long as possible seemed inviting, if only because she was clearly among others doing the same thing. But when she caught two guys continually giving her hungry looks, she made a show of her wedding ring, which she had forgotten in her self- inventory, and left the store. As the sun began setting, the light made all the colors of the town warmer. She was amazed at the number of ladies who had been painted, and the variety of things painted. A few of the guys were painted as well, although wearing tiny bikinis. And various odd costumes were in abundance, most leaning towards sexual kinks. It was her first time in anything close to this environment. She had always heard about Key West, but she never expected to see fat husbands in g-strings walking their painted wives down the street. But she had better soon see hers.

Steven, though, was still nowhere in sight. It was…interesting…she decided, to walk around without a shirt or bra. Not liberating, just interesting. No restraints, the feel of fresh air on her breasts. This contrasted with men’s heads turning her way to check her out, some discretely taking her picture, some being quite obvious, and, on several occasions, men asking her to pose with them. And, with her mask, why shouldn’t she? For the most part, she was incredibly turned on. The most disconcerting moment was when a couple of cute college aged guys asked to pose with her. The girlfriend of one took the picture, or maybe pictures, she couldn’t tell. But she could tell when their hands, which had been around her shoulders at the beginning of the pose, quickly moved to fondle her breasts as the pictures were taken.

“Guys!” was all she could muster, but they quickly left her, laughing, making her feel, well, younger. That wasn’t so bad, was it? It bothered her that she was most concerned whether they had rubbed any of the paint off. What had happened to her in a day?

She soon found herself in a throng of people waiting for the parade to commence. She was torn between her bewilderment at seeing how everyone else was costumed or painted, and her personal satisfaction of catching men checking her out. Yes, she liked it, she realized. Then, finally, the crowd began to move, filling in between convertibles, floats… tricycles even, leading to what she overheard was going to be a costume judging at the end of the parade. What a place!

She was just settling into a rhythm about the whole thing… walking with loonies, looking at loonies, feeling loony as her breasts jiggled as she walked, when she felt an arm reach around her waist. It was a familiar touch, but still, she had to turn and look.

“Steven!” She wanted to stop and kiss, but they would just be in the way, but Steven was intent, apparently, on continuing the parade.

“It took you long enough!” He turned to walk backwards so that he could check out her breasts inch by inch. She saw that he, too, had a little air-spraying done. His chest had written on, “Isn’t my wife beautiful?”

“Have you been watching me?”

“Well, you know, I was trying to find some other guys to pose with you and grope you. The pictures I’ve taken!”

She looked at his chest. “Thanks for the compliment. I’m just surprised that you didn’t say “Aren’t my wife’s breasts beautiful?”

Steven smiled, stepping alongside her again. I think that’s obvious. Actually, I think the most beautiful part is your face. With that, he reached over and quickly removed her mask, tossing it to someone watching along the side of the street.

A band started playing, drowning out the softly spoken “Steven” that had escaped her lips. He didn’t realize what he had done. It was like she was safely hidden, and now she was on display for the whole world. People were taking pictures. The people in the parade with them were now taking more pictures of her.

He reached an arm around her, lightly stroking the side of her breast before settling on her hip. Her eyes turned to meet him. “Steven…”

“You’re beautiful. Look at you.” He was smiling. “From the crown of your head to your cute little toes, you’re beautiful. Forty years old, and have you seen anyone who isn’t fascinated by the way you look? And your breasts, Hayley, surely you know…”

“Steven, thank you. But someone is going to see these pictures that knows me, and then…”

“And then, what? Who among our friends is going to admit that they went looking for nude pictures of women on the internet? If it’s a man or a woman, Hayley, they’re going to be surprised, yes, but they’re also going to be jealous. And speaking of pictures, I want some more.”

Steven separated from her and began taking photos. She was hopelessly lost in the moment, her reservations melted in the face of flattery and the admiring looks she continued to receive. She hadn’t known that her self-esteem had been so low, compared to where she was soaring now.

He finally returned to her, but only after having another participant take pictures of them together, more than a few with his hands resting on her breasts. In public! But she didn’t care. As soon as recovered the camera, she grabbed his hand and guided him to an alley between the buildings, both smiling for the many photos that others took as the broke through the watching crowd. All things considered, it was a very slow parade, and Cocoa Joe’s wasn’t far behind them. She saw that the harbor wasn’t far and led Steven in that direction. They passed several other couples, each with eyes, hands, and mouths only for their mates, and finally arrived at the docks.

The boats were quiet, she presumed, because everyone was watching the parade, or in it. But she couldn’t just get on someone’s boat. That would be trespassing. The pier was fairly well lit, and they were about halfway down it before Hayley gave up finding a discrete spot. She stopped.

“Steven?”

He smiled at her, expressing both love and lust, and at least he made eye contact at times. “Yes?’

“This “necessary exposure” thing. I’m not going to complain or protest what you’ve had me do today. In fact, I’ll thank you for it. But it’s important to understand it from my perspective. You’ve got it all wrong.”

Steven looked somewhat confused, but the bulge in his pants confirmed what she had no doubt would be there.

“It’s not about breasts at all.” She reached down to his shorts, unbuttoning his fly and unzipping his shorts. She pulled them and his underwear down in one stroke, letting them fall to the pier. She unbuttoned her skirt as Steven assisted in removing it from her, but rather than letting it drop, he bent with them, inhaling deeply of her scent as his nose brushed her cunt. His hands reached again and slowly removed her panties, which were soaked. She watched as he casually tossed these into the water, a mischievous grin appearing at the small splashing sound. Well, if he thought he was going to define the terms…

She turned and placed her hands on a light pole, bending and arching her back, thrusting her hips towards him. If he wanted a show, well, here she was, naked on a pier under the lights at twilight. Whether she was imagining it or not, she was certain that there were eyes on her body that she hadn’t seen out there, just as she was sure there would be more before she was done. And if someone wanted to watch, or to take pictures, or to listen in, then that was fine, but damned if he wasn’t going to be a part of it.

She reached with one hand between her legs, spreading her fingers to help guide him in. Just the sensation of her fingers caused a surprisingly vocal moan to escape her lips. She felt the head of his cock press against her fingers, searching. She looked back at him, over her shoulder, seeing the tense excitement and lust expressed in his face.

“Steven, the “exposure” is about your cock, in my cunt. And it’s “necessary” right now.”

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I had my dick in my hand and dropping to my knees over her began pumping it furiously as she came! I shot off all over her! My hot cum landing on her tits and tummy as she pumped her hand in her hot wet box! She took her free hand and rubbed my seed into her skin as she came again!

“OH YES CUM ON ME OHHHHHHHH GOD SAM OH!”

She fell back as I dropped on her kissing her. I pulled her fingers sticky wet with her juices to my lip and sucked them as we both herd the tent flap open! Marry was the first in pulling me from Amy. Todd was right behind her and he moved over my Amy as Marry took my still hard dick into her mouth!

Todd didn”t say anything he just moved between my wife”s leg”s and I watched as he pushed his iron hard dick deep into my wife! She wrapped her legs around him accepting him as she looked at me letting Marry suck me! He began to fuck her hard as she pulled him tightly to her heaving body with her legs!

Marry let go of my dick and went down on all fours! She pulled me to her from behind and guided my dick into her hot box! My hard cock slipped easily into her wet vagina and I felt the bottom of her vagina stretch as I pushed into it! I began fucking her hard as I held her by the hips watching Todd”s dick as he pulled it in and out of my wife s” wet sex hole! She was grunting with each thrust making me pound harder into Marry! I wanted to see my wife come on my friends” dick!

“I could feel Marries fingers as she began playing with her own clit and by the sounds she was making I knew she was very close! Suddenly Todd began to grunt and pumping harder into Amy! I could see his white sperm pushing out around his cock as he positioned in and out of Amy”s pussy!

“HO GOD YES AMY TAKE IT AAAGGGAAAAAOOOMMMMM!”

She began to shudder in her own climax on Todd”s softening dick just as Marry came on me both girl”s grunting as they came!

It was a mixed sound of them as they came same time! “OHAUMM GAUMOHHH ASSSTT!”

Todd pulled out of Amy leaving her hole open as his seed ran out of her and back over her ass hole! Marry pulled off of me and slipped between Amy”s legs licking up as much of Todd”s cum as she could before moving to clean his dick with her mouth!

As more of his cum leaked out of Amy Marry moved back to my wife and started to lick and suck her pussy! It was the first time that Amy had ever had another woman and by the look on her face it might not be the last! She put her hands into Marries hair pulling her face tight into her pussy and came again!

“OHHH MARRYYYYY GODDDDDDD! NO MORE OHHHHHH!”

Amy pulled Marry up her body and Todd and I watched as the two girls kissed their tongs dancing with each other! I still had not cum and was very hard as Marry rolled onto her back. She held her arms up to me and I moved between her legs slipping back into her pussy. I started out with a slow steady rhythm fucking her deeply with each thrust. Amy moved over setting by Todd and as she kissed him I grunted pumping his girl full of cum!

“UMMMM GGUUU OH YEAAASSSSS!”

“OK, That”s it give it to me! Oh I feel it! I feel you pumping into MEEEEEEAAAAAAAA!”

Marry came to! Both of us were shaking hard in each other”s arms. I held her until my cock softened and slipped out of her! I moved off of her and Amy moved in to lick all my seed from Marries sweet box as it seeped out of her! The two girls moved away from each other.

We all just kind of looked at each other not believing what we had just done. Amy slipped her little dress on. “I need a shower and some coffee. Come on Marry you can wash my back. The two of you can make breakfast!” Marry slipped her top on leaving off her shorts letting her bar little ass hang out as they went to the bathroom.

Todd and I just looked at each other, “You ok buddy?” I asked him.

“Yea if you are! You don”t know how long I have wanted to do that!”

“Yes I do I have seen you look at her. Besides Marry is no slouch in the looks department either. Is this where it stops or do we play with each other?”

“Well I hope to get to play with Amy a lot! But I think it is up to the girls.”

I poured us a cup of coffee as I watched the two girls walking back both of them only half dressed and walking hand in hand! “Well I looks like they are going to be ok with it!” I looked at Todd and we just smiled at each other!

When Gina saw the jogger, she began to execute her mentally rehearsed plan. Trying to move the pedal, she let her hand slip off and bang the bicycle. Emitting a little squeal of pain, she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked on them to ease the pain. When he was within yards, Gina stood up, still looking at her bike, and with a frown gave a little stamp of frustration. Just as Adam reached her, she turned and her face showed first an expression of recognition and then quickly a wordless, feminine plea for assistance. She wasn’t sure he’d stop.

Adam took in the scene, kept moving for a second, then turned, caught his breath and said, “Can I help you?”

With her brightest smile, Gina said, “Oh, would you? I can usually fix this myself, but it seems really jammed.”

Returning her smile, Adam said, “That happens sometimes. Let me take a look at it.” Stepping up, he examined the chain and played gently with the pedal. It was clearly a quality bike so he was careful not to be too rough. He wanted to make the best possible impression.

Gina deliberately played the part of a helpless female. However, she moved around and stayed close enough so that her exposed breasts and short skirt were frequently in his line of vision.

“The chain is in there tight, but we should be able to work it loose. I’m going to flip it over so it’s easier to get at.” He easily lifted the bike and rested it upside down on the handle bars and seat. Adam knelt and for a few minutes he pulled the chain up and tried to rotate the pedal to dislodge it. On the first few attempts, it wouldn’t budge.

“Please don’t hurt your fingers.” Gina said with sincere concern. For a moment, she worried that she’d jammed it too hard.

“It’s more dirty than painful,” Adam said through gritted teeth as he pulled on the chain. He was determined to fix the problem. This was too good an opportunity to be the hero for him to fail. Looking around on the ground, he conveniently found a short stick nearby. He used it to leverage the chain against the gear and with slow steady pressure pulled the chain loose. “There it is.” He said with a smile and relief.

Gina was impressed, not with the repair so much as the muscles that he revealed in freeing the chain. “Oh, that’s wonderful.” She said and gently touched his shoulder.

“Now, it’s just a matter of replacing it on the gears.” Adam said as his fingers performed the task. “As good as new.” He smiled at Gina as he spun the pedal and the chain whirred smoothly. He stood, righted the bike, and set it on the kickstand.

Touching his forearm, Gina said, “Thank you. You’re a real prince to rescue me from my distress.”

Adam thought that such a phrase could have sounded trite or silly if accompanied by a schoolgirl giggle, but from her it came across as playful and charming. “It was simple, really.” He glanced down at his grease-stained hands. He was tempted to wipe them on his pants, but, thought better of it.

Gina noticed, “Oh, you’ve gotten filthy on my bike.”

“No big deal. I’ll just clean them on the grass.”

“Wait, I’ve got some Wet Ones in my bike.” Gina turned and unzipped the pouch under her seat and extracted some towelettes. It allowed Adam to stare at her behind without revealing his lust. Gina ripped open the package and started to wipe his hands.

“That’s OK, I can do it.”

“Nonsense,” Gina insisted as she pulled his hand toward her and held it almost touching her breasts. “It’s the least I can do for your help.” She slowly worked the grease from his fingers.

Adam was nonplussed. He rarely had such close physical contact with a strange woman. Much less one this attractive and giving off such strong sexual signals. He began to be aroused and started to worry that his running shorts would do little to conceal his excitement. Trying to control his emotions, he said, “Thank you, thank you, that’s fine, they’re clean.” And noticed his words came out a little rushed and with a tightness in his throat. Fortunately, he thought, she appeared not to notice.

Grinning to herself, Gina immediately picked up on his discomfit and worked it to her advantage. She moved closer so only inches separated their bodies. “There’s just a little bit more. Let me get these last few spots.” While his fingers were basically clean, she softened her touch and slowly stroked them in a sensual manner with the damp cloth. “You have very strong hands.”

“Thanks.” He mumbled. Feeling both awkward and excited, Adam stood silently and let Gina rub his palms. He inhaled her pleasant perfume. While she looked down at his fingers, his eyes were riveted on her breasts and her lacy bra. Usually, he was comfortable in trying to pick up women, but for some reason he felt out of his element. Perhaps, it was the speed with how things were evolving. Or the location. Or her penchant for touching his bare skin. This woman came across as an unusual mix of female stereotypes. Ultra feminine, yet athletic. Reserved and frilly, but confident and assertively sexual. He tried to catch his breath and regain his bearings.

Finishing up her work, Gina lifted her face and said, “I’m sorry I interrupted your run. I know how great it feels to get into a rhythm.” She blew lightly on his hands to dry them.

As she dropped his hands, Adam said, “It’s not a problem. I was just finishing.” He was relieved to change the topic from his hands and have the opportunity to take the initiative. “How about you? Do you live nearby? I’m sure I would have remembered you if I’d seen you here before.”

“Aren’t you sweet for saying so?” Gina said in a deliberately flirtatious manner and tone. Then, she continued without giving any specifics or hint of her identity, “I live closer to town, but I love to ride out here near the water. In fact, this is my turn-around point. I stopped because I like to sit by the water to have a snack and enjoy the view before I head back.”

“It’s a great view.” Adam agreed. His mind was raced with how he might extend their conversation and perhaps get her phone number.

Before he had the chance, Gina delivered her own pick-up line, “Would you like to join me, I’ve got enough for two and I’d love the company of the Prince Charming who came to my rescue.” She accompanied it with her most practiced come hither smile and eye bat. Internally, she giggled that she would stoop to such tactics, but that was part of the fun of the chase.

“I’d love to.” he answered. Once again, Adam felt one beat behind this incredible woman. He resolved to just go with the flow and see how things developed.

“Wonderful. Let’s go up there.” Gina said pointing up the embankment. “There’s a nice view and it gets us away from all this traffic. Do you think you could carry my bike?”

“Sure.” Adam lifted it by the cross bar and turned to the knoll.

Gina led the way. The slope was short, but steep. That was part of the location’s attractiveness. She knew he would have a close and unobscured upskirt view of her panties and ass. She also knew that if she pretended not to notice, then she could stay just this side of acting completely slutty. For the moment.

Following behind her, Adam inhaled sharply as she leaned into the slope. His face was only feet away from her exposed panties and shapely ass. Her bottom was exquisite and the view of her playful polka dot panties sent a shot of electricity to his groin. Despite her coy approach, he was certain this was part of an intentional come-on and he was enjoying it immensely. Barring some blunder on his part, he was confident he’d get her number and something might develop down the road.

Gina heard his involuntary gasp and knew it wasn’t from the exertion. Pleased by the success of her ploy, she pressed on full bore. Reaching the top, she turned and extended her hand. Bending over, her breasts rolled forward toward his face. “Here, grab me.”, she said. While meaning her hand, only a blind man would miss the double entendre and not be sorely tempted to reach out and touch her inviting mammilla.

Adam’s eyes widened and jaw dropped open as his view of her ass was replaced by a close-up of her precariously perched breasts. They weren’t the largest he’d ever seen, but they seemed idyllic, ripe and temptingly available. He shook his head to change his expression to avoid appearing completely boorish. In doing so, his footing slipped and he took her hand to steady himself and take the last step up.

Just as he made it, he felt her hand on the top of his thigh giving him a final helpful boost. But, it also lingered just a second longer than necessary, and there was the hint of a playful squeeze. Again, it was just below the threshold of being blatantly obvious. He knew he was being teased and the hormones that were kicking in wanted him to put down the bike and ravish her right there. But, his rational side knew he couldn’t. The signals were just ambiguous enough not to allow him to act. Instead, he propped the bike against a tree and turned to her to better read her signals.

He immediately damned the fact she was wearing mirrored sunglasses. Her face was friendly, but unreadable. He couldn’t detect any intention in her eyes.

Gina stepped past him to her bike, but not before noticing the excitement starting to tent his running shorts. She handed him her water bottle and removed two snack bars from her seat pouch. “Let’s sit over here.” She moved to a grassy spot that was virtually flat and faced the water. Gina kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes.

Adam followed her in a lust created, semi-daze. She sat cross-legged facing the water and her skirt climbed dangerously high on her spread thighs. He plopped next to her. They sat and watched the setting sun glisten on the water as they chewed on the health bars. Although they were out of sight, the bike path was only feet away and the sounds of people were easy to hear.

Pondering his next move, it occurred to Adam that he didn’t even know her name. “My name is….”

Before he could say it, she reached over and put a finger on his lips. The twisting motion caused the bare skin of her leg to rub electrically against his thigh. “No names.” she said with a conspiratorial smile. “Mystery adds to the excitement. Let me just call you….Prince.”

His thoughts continued to spin in a swirl of exhilaration and frustration. Adam got another strong scent of her perfume. “What do I call you?”

She leaned in even more provocatively and slowly ran her fingers across the word emblazoned on her breasts. “Just call me, Angel.”

Adam could no longer just passively react. Her floozy outfit and salacious behaviour was too much. He placed a hand on her naked thigh while saying, “That beautiful name fits you, Angel.”

Gina was hot with the afternoon’s anticipation and the rush of controlling the situation. She felt flushed with the touch of his hand and the built up sexual tension. Leaning in to his ear, she whispered, “Would you like some dessert?”

Aroused by her warm breath on his ear and the intimate whisper, Adam replied, “I’d love some. What is it?”

“Me.” Gina replied. Before he could do more than twitch in surprise, she leaned her body against him and kissed him hard on the lips.

Thrown off-balance, physically, as well as mentally, Adam rolled back onto the grass with Angel sprawling on top of him. In an almost involuntary motion, he placed his hands on her hips and enjoyed the sweet touch of her moist lips.

When she broke off the kiss, they were both breathing heavily. Gina leaned back and adjusted her legs to straddle his stomach. Her blood was racing. Her ball cap had been pushed back on her head. She took it off, tossed it next to her bicycle and pulled her red hair loose from the ponytail. The sunglasses remained in place. “You’re a great kisser.” she said, and leaned back in for another. This one was more tender, but it barely concealed her passion. This risqué connection was what she was hoping for all afternoon.

Adam pulled her against him and stroked her back through the soft material and continued down to her thighs. The touch of her cheerleader skirt triggered all his schoolboy fantasies. His senses were alert and his penis was stiffening with every minute. His mind was overwhelmed by the fantasy of being seduced by an attractive, hot and willing nymph rapidly becoming a reality. These things never happened. Especially, not with a complete stranger. As her lips moved in a series of feather kisses across his face, Adam’s fingers began a rhythmic dance on her lower back and hips.

A loud laugh from the path startled Adam from his reverie. Looking around, he confirmed no one was there. Gina had not interrupted her movements. She placed a gentle kiss on his ear and said, “Don’t worry, Prince. No one can see us.”

Adam was torn between his increasing fervor and his keen sense of being exposed in a very public place. He thought quickly and said, “Let’s go to my place, Angel. It’s not far.”

Gina stopped kissing and said in a tone that was both teasing and challenging, “What’s the matter, Prince? Don’t you like the fresh air and the natural setting? I thought all men dreamed of this.”

“Yah, we do.” And then realizing how stupid that sounded, he amended, “I mean, I do. I love it. It’s a great place. You’re great.” When she laughed, it was not sarcastic or demeaning. Rather, it was warm and enthralling and expressed a playful joy at his natural discomfit. It was also loud. Angel was clearly not inhibited by the outdoors or the proximity of potentially prying eyes. In fact, the risk of discovery seemed to stir her on.

Gina knew men, and knew there was no chance he was going to leave despite his misgivings. But, she enjoyed his internal struggle between lust and decorum. It spoke to willingness for adventure that was tinged with common sense. To urge him on, she raised the sensual stakes. No words were necessary. She slowly licked her bright red lips and moved her hands lightly on his arms. Finally, she slowly started to rock her hips applying extra pressure to his excited groin. Her enticing foreplay stimulated her as much as she was certain it did him.

Not wanting to blow this opportunity, but with the last shot at caution, Adam played the gentleman card, “I just thought you’d be more comfortable in bed.”

Widening her smile, Gina leaned forward and rubbed her breasts erotically across his chest with their faces almost touching. In her most throaty voice, Gina delivered her coup de grace, “That’s nice, Prince, but I can’t wait.”

That was it. Adam was pushed over the tipping point. Discovery or no, he wasn’t stopping now. With a surge of energy, he enveloped her. This time, he initiated the kiss and pressed his tongue against her tarted up red lips. They parted and sucked his tongue inside.

Gina arched her back and drove her body down on him in a blatantly sexual move. She thrilled at his intake of breath and his counterthrust. This entire situation was her favorite current kink. Controlling anonymous sex with a handsome stranger. Dangerously vulnerable in the open. Her body and mind were aflame with the risk and the sensations. She played it to her fullest making every motion and sound an intentionally lurid tease.

Adam abandoned all misgivings and gave himself fully to the moment. His hands floated across all parts of her body. The crimson sunset created a halo around her frizzled hair. Their bodies began to find the harmonic rhythm and feedback of mutual arousal and pleasure. The sunbeams reflecting off the water created a magical backdrop. Angel’s perfume blended with the springtime fragrance of emerging flowers to create an earthy and intoxicating bouquet. The sun reflected off the mirrored lens of her sunglasses like fine cut jewels. It accented the sense of mystery.

Grabbing his wrists, Gina guided his hands to her breasts. She tilted her head back and with a gentle breeze in her face, Gina enjoyed the soft fondle. With his finger, he slowly traced the “ANGEL” script on her shirt with stimulating pressure. She twitched as the finger crossed each of her nipples. They stiffened and grew.

As she straddled his body, her hands rested on his chest. Grabbing his green Army t-shirt, she yanked it upward and pulled it roughly off over his head.

Oblivious to the small twigs and pebbles under his back, he returned the action. First, Adam ran his hand along the exposed skin at her waist between the fringe of her camisole and the top of her mini-skirt. The ticklish motion produced a shiver and a giggle. Then, moving his hands behind her back, he maneuvered the tight top above her breasts and over her head. Even in the diminishing light, the bra was bright red and radiated sexuality. He feasted on the show. Her heaving breasts and clearly visible nipples stoked his passion. This time he didn’t need her to guide his hands back to the fleshy globes. As his fingers worked the thin material and supple flesh, they produced a corresponding symphony of pleasurable moans. He adjusted his hips to accommodate his excited member realizing that he was quickly ramping up to an orgasmic release.

With eyes half-closed, Gina soaked in the stimulation of the sexual dance. She became aware of a tightening in her loins and dampness in her panties. Her hips continued a gentle rocking motion that applied pressure to her vagina and his penis.

Voices and laughter floated from the nearby bike path and boats on the water. Lost in their own world, this time neither reacted. The eastern sky began to darken and gave a hint of the approaching black and silky night.

Gina leaned forward and gave him a long, light kiss. She whispered, “You’re very good. You’re hands alone could push me toward the edge. But, I’d like more.”

Answering through the soft red hair engulfing his face, Adam caressed her mind, “Your skin is beautiful. Your hair is gorgeous. And you…are a goddess. I’d love to give you more. In fact, I don’t think I could stop myself.” Lifting his head, Adam initiated a deep kiss that evolved into tongue twisting titillation. He simultaneously released the snap on Angel’s bra and liberated her breasts. The warm skin and aroused nipples played across his chest, further exciting them both.

As she had throughout, Gina made the next move. Lifting her body, she took the waist bands of both his running shorts and his underwear and removed them down his legs. She stood and tossed them aside toward the water. The released penis pointed skyward.

Leaving her skirt in place, Gina removed her polka dot panties with an exaggerated shake of her hips. In a blatantly provocative move, she held them to her nose and inhaled deeply. The intoxicating aroma of her feminine juices mixed with the perfume brought a blissful smile to her lips.

Watching this striptease, Adam’s craving built. The warm breeze on his exposed skin was like a thousand gentle touches. He wanted to consummate this act immediately. He began to sit up and reached for Gina’s leg, saying, “Come here, Angel, I’ve got to have you now!”

Gina stopped his rise by placing her bare foot gently on his chest and pushing him back down. “I’m coming, my Prince.” She took her panties and dropped them deliberately onto his face. With a quick step, she straddled his prostrate form.

As he breathed in her essence, Adam’s penis twitched and pulsed. Drops of precum, shined on its tip. When he removed the underwear from his face, his eyes looked up between her spread legs. The view confirmed she was a natural red-head. The background scene of sky and trees and water was a gorgeous canvas framing the beautiful creature who had enchanted him. Adam’s mind spun in reverie.

Gina lowered herself toward his thick rod. She paused just as her school girl skirt settled onto his skin and the hair of her cunt tickled the top of his penis.

Adam couldn’t control himself any longer. His hips lifted to try and penetrate her gorgeous slit. Simultaneously, his hands reached for her athletic thighs and pulled to join their bodies.