The sound of raucous laughter caught me by surprise. I looked back at Janie, who was rolling on the ground in a fit of mirth. Her pants were still around her ankles, and I was staring directly at her toned ass cheeks. I had been captivated by those awesome glutes for months now and here they were naked as a babe. My jaw hung open, and I just lay there on the ground not knowing what to do, still a little rattled from my latest head injury. Janie rolled back toward me, caught one look at my gaping mouth and confused expression, and exploded into hysterical laughter once again.
This time I couldn’t help but join in, amused in spite of myself at the ridiculous situation we had landed in. We gave vent to our hilarity for at least a full minute. Slowly the howls of laughter faded into chuckles and then occasional snorts. Her pants were still around her ankles, and I was becoming acutely aware of her half-naked form just 3 feet from me. Manners finally overcame lust, and I turned away and said, “I am so sorry. I should have been more careful. I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that.”
She snorted once more, and I heard rustling as she pulled up her shorts.
“I’m not embarrassed, you are,” she said and chuckled. “God! The look on your face was priceless. You sure got a eyeful, didn’t you?” She wiped her streaming eyes.
My face was burning as I said, “I really didn’t see anything. I wasn’t looking…I…didn’t, I mean.” I was mortified.
“Relax, hot shot. I don’t care what you saw. That sort of thing doesn’t bother me. If you knew me better you’d realize that pretty quickly.”
I guess I was beyond prevarication. The words came out of my mouth before I even realized what I was saying: “That’s the main reason I came on this trip. To know you better.”
Her eyebrows shot up. Now she was the one at a loss for words. She looked at me appraisingly for a minute, then seemed to come to some internal decision.
She stood up, glancing back at the beach. “Jared is building a sand castle with his friends, if you can believe it. The resilience of youth,” she marveled, shaking her head. “Anyway, he’ll be fine for a while. Let’s take a walk.”
She obviously had something she wanted to tell me, so I fell in step next to her as she headed further into the trees. We walked in companionable silence for a moment, as she collected her thoughts.
“I don’t know who Jared’s father was,” she said finally.
Okay, I did not see that coming.
“I thought you recently got divorced,” I ventured.
“Steve? Yeah, we were married, but he’s not the father. I married him when Jared was 2. He seemed like a decent guy, and tried to understand, but in the end he just couldn’t break his conventional mindset.”
“Meaning…?” Now I was very confused.
“Meaning I did not grow up under conventional circumstances. My parents lived in a nudist colony in California. I grew up without a stitch of clothes for the first 8 years of my life. And even after that I only wore them off the ranch. Everyone at home went around totally starkers. This was also not just a naturist ranch. They believed in, how should I say, an untraditional family structure. There were no couples, no formal relationships at all. Everyone loved everyone else freely, without any rules or boundaries. One of my earliest memories was watching my mom having sex with two guys at once.”
I pondered that in silence. I didn’t know how to respond.
“The only rule was that no one was forced to do anything they didn’t want to do. Us kids began sex play with each other pretty early, and as we matured physically, we chose when we wanted to join the adults. By the time I was 18, I had had sex with just about every guy in the compound, and at least half of the women, except for the ones that smelled bad. I could never tolerate BO. Kind of funny coming from an uber-hippie, huh?
“Those were the happiest days of my life. I felt loved, cared for and protected. Everyone at the ranch was family. I wanted for nothing. There were no hangups, no jealousy, no anger. It was great,” she said wistfully.
“We got shut down just before my 20th birthday. Some busybody hiker had stumbled upon our little oasis and freaked out. She called the cops, they raided the place, and several of the guys went to jail. The women were classified as ‘victims’ and got away free. A lot of the kids were sent to foster care. The group disbanded and people went there separate ways. I found out I was pregnant a month later. I was on my own, since my mom had taken off with another band of travelling bohemians, and I had no idea who my own father was, let alone the baby’s. I decided to keep the baby, because I wanted to be a mom. After he was born, though, I decided to have my tubes tied, because I didn’t think I could afford to have more kids without a steady job. I traveled on my own for a couple of years, but I was never able to connect with anyone in a way as real as my first family.”
She sighed. “I met Steve on a singles camping trip. I was the only one with a toddler with me. He seemed cool with the idea, and was great with Jared. I tried to tell him I was content just being with him, but he really wanted to get married.
“For a while it worked. I got a real job and did surprisingly well with it, and he even joined a swingers club with me, because I told him I really didn’t like possessive relationships. I know he had sex with other girls, because all the women in the group used to compare notes. We all knew each other’s secrets. But when I made it with his best friend, he lost it. The fighting began, and things were never the same. He just couldn’t get it that pleasure was pleasure and love was love. If you care for someone, why would you not want them to feel good? We always came home to each other in the end, and that’s what love is.
“I eventually gave up and focused on my career, and my son. I have tried to be the best person I can be, and do the best job I can at work and as a parent. I think it is just sad that I have to give up ever having a meaningful relationship again, because society’s conventions don’t allow my views to be considered normal. I finally realized that my staying with Steve was hurting Jared more than it was helping. We got divorced earlier this year.”
She looked me in the eye. “I’m telling you this because I am sensing something between us. If you want a quick fling that’s OK with me. If this is all too heavy for you and you want nothing to so with me, that’s cool, too. But if you think you want something lasting, I am too old to change who I am. You are going to have to accept me and the way I live my life, or just move on.”
I was speechless. Never before had I met someone who had put everything she had just said into words. I had always known that I was different from most people. I had had relationships and I loved sex, but they never seemed to be the same thing to me. I was a modern-day hedonist, seeking out whatever pleasures I could find, but I cared for the women in my life as well. I didn’t want to hurt them; I wanted to share pleasure with them. They all seemed to want a one-woman guy, though. And invariably I would get the uncontrollable urge to bed some new lovely, and that would be all she wrote for my current relationship. Just like Janie said, I always came home to them in the end, wasn’t that love? They didn’t seem to see it that way.
I think Janie must have misinterpreted my silence as judgment, because she sighed and stopped. “ I guess that was TMI, huh? Let’s head back.”
“No, wait,” I said. “I’m beginning to think this is some sort of bizarre cosmic joke. Or maybe the most involved hallucination ever recorded. Way too many coincidences seem to have happened already, and now I find a beautiful woman who just put my entire life’s philosophy in a nutshell.”
Her face brightened, and I continued “I have never met anyone like you in my life, Janie. I think you and I were made for each other. I absolutely want a relationship with you. And I accept your conditions without reservation.”
She grinned and threw herself into my arms. Our lips and tongues met each other in a searing kiss. My prick was waking up again, and by the time she started sucking on my tongue like it was a baby bottle, it was threatening to tear right out of my pants. I was sure she could feel its rigid head pressed into her belly, because she began grinding up against it, driving me into a frenzy of lust.
After just enough stimulation to get my head spinning she pulled away and ran off in to the trees laughing. “Shit!” I yelled in frustration, taking off after her. She seemed to be following a game trail through the underbrush, and I ran as fast as I could with hard-on the size of Texas, trying to catch up. After a few dozen steps I spied a white object on the ground. I bent to snatch it up as I passed, realizing it was her T-shirt. A few paces further I picked up her shorts. The little tease was running through the jungle buck naked! The thought spurred me onward. I emerged into a grassy clearing to find a deliciously unclothed Janie reclining in the middle, her nude glory shimmering in the morning sunshine. I puffed my way over to her and plopped down next to her, my legs pointed in the opposite direction from hers, with our faces inches apart.
She laughed. “You’re slipping, Master Connor. I can outrun you. And I’m a lowly third degree. You’re the 4th Dan–you should be the faster one. Maybe you need more workouts.”
“It’s hard to run with a massive boner,” I groused. “Plus, you took me by surprise.” I leered at her. “If you want a workout, I’ve got one right here for you!” I said, grabbing my crotch. I eyed her gorgeous body. She was about 5’5”, with a slim, almost boyish figure. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore an impish grin on her face. Her small, high breasts were perky and firm, with big, puffy areolae and nipples that jutted out like two rose-colored cones. Her belly was flat and sported a tight six-pack that would be the envy of any body builder. Beyond those board-like abs she had a neatly trimmed strip of thick brunette curls covering her sex. Her legs were firm and toned, with amazing muscle definition. Even her strong but delicate feet were sexy.
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