“I wanted to go.”
“Huh? You did? Didn’t you say last night that it was his idea. That he had to convince you to go.”
“I thought it was a stupid idea at first,” she admitted as she sat. “But then I thought why not? They’re just nude bodies … and I am a doctor.” I let her run on for a few minutes, let her give me the long explanation of how she’d finally decided it was a good idea. How she’d actually been getting ‘psyched up’, her words, about the whole idea. Hornyness was probably a better description of the reason she and Todd had decided to go.
“It would have been good for me, help me in my future doctoring,” she said. I wasn’t that convinced by her reasoning but knew better than to opine said thought aloud.
“And I bought the paint, the special body paint stuff,” she complained.
“He’s a real jerk,” I agreed, trying to hide the grin on my lips. “C’mon, come here and your favourite uncle will give you a hug,” I invited. I was sitting up against the headboard and tapped the spot next to me.
“It’s not funny, the paint was very expensive,” she growled, then muttered “MEN” again even as she sat down next to me. I put my arm around her shoulder.
“I could take you,” I offered as she snuggled against me. It was simply said to earn me a few points and wasn’t expected to be taken seriously.
“You will? Really? Oh I love you Uncle Joe,” my granddaughter squealed.
Immediately fearing the worst I tried to backtrack. I had no intention of wandering around Ausable Chasm bare assed. But my words, “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to go with an old–” was interrupted before I could finish.
“Oh gosh, we’ll have to hurry Uncle Joe if we want to get there by noon.” Seconds later she was gone from the room.
A quick shower was followed by a hurried meal (no time for French Toast this morning ‘Uncle Joe’). Then I was invited into my granddaughters bedroom and told it was up to me to paint her. With the special, expensive sky blue paint.
“I want it to look like I’m wearing a bikini,” Amanda instructed. I shake the paint can. “I’ll draw lines first and you can fill in the empty spaces.” A nude coloring book for adults?
But truth be told Amanda certainly had some empty spaces I’d like to fill in. And it wasn’t that onerous a task for a sixty year old man to be in the presence of a beautiful naked young woman. Even if she was in my family tree.
Well in the end I had to draw the lines. They wouldn’t have been straight if she had done them now would they? And how could she have done her back? Her bum. I took my time. And I was continually interrupted in my work by my pretty niece who insisted on inspecting every line I drew on her delectable skin. I gave her boy shorts. High cut boy shorts that would let lots of flesh escape. Except all the flesh had already escaped.
It was twenty minutes later before I shook the paint can again. She gasped when I pressed the nozzle and a stream of sky blue paint shot out.
Eventually she was ready to go. Not a bad mornings work I thought. I had sported a hard-on the whole time I was painting her.
****
“It’s not that serious you know,” she suddenly said. Both lost in our thoughts neither of us had said much during the first twenty miles of the trip.
“What isn’t?”
“Todd and me. It’s just …”
“Just what?” I asked when she didn’t continue.
“Will you answer a question for me first? Okay?”
My eyes flicked from the road to hers. “Sure.” I had no idea where the conversation was going.
“Do you like sex Uncle Joe?” My eyes, my surprise showing, again jumped over to meet hers. “No, I didn’t mean …” I watched silently as she struggled for her next words.
“When you were young I mean. In medical school.”
“Yes,” I finally answered after many seconds of silence, “I think that when your pooooor oooold Uncle Joe was young,” and I drew out and emphasised the words poor and old. “I think I could be fairly described as a man who enjoyed sex.”
“I didn’t mean you’re thaaaaat old,” she answered back with a giggle, the lightness of my response obviously having relaxed her. “Especially now since Grandma has equipped you with the latest in pharmaceutical aids…”
“Ha, ha. If I wasn’t driving this car I might just have to put my naughty little grand niece over my knee and teach her a little respect for her elders. Right on her sky blue rear end.” Amanda broke into a full laugh. I quickly joined her.
A half mile later I asked, “And what exactly does the state of my sexual drive have to do with you and Todd?”
“I like sex too,” my niece answered. My eyebrows shot up questioningly. “More than most girls.”
“And?” I encouraged.
“We work too hard at school. Too many hours.”
“Yes?” Wondering how this all tied in. But I also couldn’t help remembering the slog of medical school that I’d endured forty years earlier. You had no time for anything but school work.
“I had like three dates in second year,” she complained. Amanda had just finished third year. Thinking back I remembered the six months in my third year that I’d lived with two English majors.
“So when I met Todd last summer…”
“Todd is a boy toy?” I had met Todd twice over the previous year and had never got the feeling he was Mr. Stud.
“We both have long hours. And he’s pretty nice.” This pretty nice guy was sleeping with my granddaughter?
“It’s not love. I mean we’re not getting married or anything. It’s just–”
Fortunately I didn’t get to hear any more details of the Todd saga. We’d arrived at the Chasm.
****
“I’ve already painted myself, I just need a touch up,” Amanda said to the pretty, dark haired girl who was one of the girls offering their services as body painters for the parade participants. My niece pulled the can of blue paint that she’d brought out of her purse and handed it to the girl. Then after a quick glance my way, she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Her shorts and panties quickly followed.
“I’m Amanda,” she introduced herself. Her sky blue tits jiggled.
“Lori,” our personal painter offered, then turned to me and asked, “and you are?” There was a touch of ‘what the hell’s an old guy like you doing in a nude parade with someone her age’ tone in her voice. And a matching look.
I had to pull my eyes away from Amanda’s curves. “Great Uncle Joe … I’m the chaperone. I’ve been instructed by her mother to protect her from any and all marauding, perverted nudists. It was I who applied her first coat.”
Lori, after a seconds hesitation, laughed as she shook the can of paint. “Yes, those nudists perverts are everywhere,” she agreed as she held the can up to Amanda’s breasts and started to spray. It took her just a minute to touch up the areas that had been smudged in transit. A perfect, light blue, strapless painted bikini was the final result. It fooled you for about one second. Amanda’s puffy nips had tiny erections by the time Lori finished. Blue pubic hair!
“And are you parading Mr. …?”
“Doctor Joseph Philips. And yes, I thought it would be best to go undercover, to get right in the middle of the action,” I told the smiling young artist. “That’s why the straw hat and sunglasses, so no one will recognise me,” I explained of the disguise I’d brought along.
“Blue too?” she asked, holding up the can.
“I thought maybe white,” I answered after inspecting the row of paint cans that were arrayed on the table beside me.
“And where would you like the paint?”
“I thought just my….” I answered as I pointed downwards.
“Your penis?” There was a cute little smirk on our artists face. I could hear Amanda chuckle from my left. I could feel myself reddening. I nodded. I’d play along.
“Perhaps also on my…”
“Your testicles?” I nodded again. “So, a sexy little white speedo?”
“Ha, ha.” Then all three of us stood around waiting.
“You know you will have to remove your shorts,” Lori finally suggested.
“I think perhaps it would be better if you waited outside the tent Amanda,” I told my niece.
“Why? You saw me,” she complained. “Besides I’ll see you in the parade.”
“Well at least turn around,” I ordered as I turned away from Amanda and faced Lori. I quickly slipped my shorts and underwear off.
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