Red, White, and Naked Heat

The humid July air hung thick and sweet with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth as Ken and I embarked on our private hike. The invitation from Aunt Millie, a sprightly octogenarian still holding onto her rural property with surprising tenacity, had been a welcome escape from the city’s relentless grind. As we ascended the winding trail, the distant rumble of a passing train punctuated the otherwise tranquil sounds of nature – the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves, and the gentle murmur of the stream ahead.

“Wow, Ken, you have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this long holiday weekend, especially this Fourth of July,” I said, my voice laced with genuine excitement. The prospect of uninterrupted time together, far from the demands of daily life, was intoxicating.

“Me, too, Kate,” he replied, his gaze sweeping over the expansive landscape. “It was nice of your dear aunt to invite us over to watch her property while she visits her brother. She’s still going strong at her age and plans to stay out here all month.”

“Yep, she is still going strong at her age and plans to stay out here all month,” I confirmed, a touch of wistfulness in my tone. “It’s too bad we can’t stay out here all month.” The thought of abandoning our routines, of simply existing in this idyllic setting, was both alluring and daunting.

“Tell me about it,” Ken responded, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“I mean it. It’s so beautiful and peaceful here. I know we can’t see much right now on this gorgeous cloudless night, but it’s like a taste of heaven. So lovely and tranquil. The gentle stream up ahead, all these trees and wildflowers, the fresh fragrance of creation in the air. And somewhat like the Israelites of old, the moon tonight guiding our path. We can see just enough in front of us. So much out here to appreciate and be thankful for.”

“You said it, Kate. And don’t forget, secluded out here on her rural property, we have it all to ourselves, no one else to bother us.” Ken’s words were a comforting reminder of the freedom we enjoyed, the absence of judgment and expectation that came with being alone in the wilderness.

“Just us and nature, enjoying God’s creation on a perfect summer evening. Together. Hold on for a sec, honey.” I stopped abruptly, pulling away from the trail.

“Kate, what are you doing? Do you have to pee?” Ken inquired, concern etched on his features.

“No, I want to savor this moment in our surroundings. It’s so pure and beautiful with the sounds of nature all around us, the starry host above, the smell of distant campfires… Oh, and did you hear that? A train whistle in the distance. I just want to stand here for a moment and take it all in. Feel one with nature. Excuse me as I take off my clothes… Ah, that’s better. Pretty easy when a girl is just wearing her husband’s favorite sundress… with nothing underneath.”

Ken’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of anticipation in their depths. “Oh, really? Now?”

“You know it, buster. Why don’t you join me? Or are you afraid we’ll be discovered?”

“All alone out here? Yeah, right, sure. Two can play at that game.” He chuckled, a hint of challenge in his voice.

“Ah, that’s better. And as far as I’m concerned, even though we’re wearing our sneakers and you’re lugging around that backpack, we’re still naked.”

“Yep, we sure are. Now watch your step; I don’t want you to twist an ankle.”

“Thanks, honey. Ahhhh, the warm breeze feels nice against my girls. Mmmmm.” I stretched out, throwing back my shoulders, which accentuated my top-heavy form. Tenderly, I ran my hands over my breasts, my fingers tracing their swell as I slowly lifted them up and down. As always, watching me work my breasts mesmerized Ken. A few moments later, I took him by the hand, and we continued our nocturnal stroll.

“This is so romantic, Ken. Out here all alone, walking naked and hand-in-hand through the meadow to the stream my Aunt told me about.”

“Walking out here naked… and not ashamed.”

“Walking out here Naked And NOT Afraid.” I laughed. “Think of it, Ken. We came into this world naked, and we leave it naked. Nakedness is our natural state. Imagine all the money we’d save if we didn’t have to wear clothes. And what’s wrong with women going topless in public? Guys get to walk around topless, yet we get cited or arrested for indecent exposure. They’re just breasts, for crying out loud. Everyone has them. I don’t know why Western Civilization is so afraid of a girl’s tits. And heaven forbid if we show a nip.”

“That’s true, honey. However, with a rack like yours, I’m afraid displaying those jugs in public would cause quite a stir.” Ken’s voice was low, laced with a touch of admiration.

“You said it, honey. Now let’s continue our walk.”

Approximately two miles later:

“Hear that? I think that’s the stream up ahead.”

“And I must say, you, my dear man, certainly think of everything.”

“Well, of course. Once an Eagle Scout, always an Eagle Scout.”

“I know, don’t tell me; Be prepared.”

“Besides, I wanted us to be able to stretch out on that blanket I packed, so we can better enjoy our wine while watching the fireworks you keep talking about. You think we can see them from here?”

“Yes, I do. And I’ve gotta tell you, I feel so close to nature right now. I feel one with the universe. So natural. Hand in hand, walking together, naked, out here in the moonlight. It’s so romantic down here by the water. Oh, look how the moonlight is reflecting off it. I love those gentle rippling sounds as the current flows downstream. Not to mention these incredible nighttime sounds that I so adore—stop and listen. Hear that? Crickets… frogs… cicadas calling out to one another, looking for love. I think I can hear an owl, too. Absolutely beautiful.”

“As we were saying, another example of God’s incredible beauty, right here in nature… His creation. Natural beauty, stunningly beautiful. Just like you, Kate.”

“Awwwwww, you’re so sweet. I love you so. You know that? Come here and kiss me, you big oaf.”

“Like this?”

We tightly embrace in the moonlight on the bank of the stream. His growing hard-on protrudes into my stomach, and my breasts flatten into his hard, hairy chest. My hands greedily grab his tight buns while his big strong hands gently hold my face and stroke my cheeks. Our tongues fight for dominance, working their way down each other’s throats.

A Few Moments Later…

“Kate, what are you doing? Do you have to pee?”

“No, I want to savor this moment in our surroundings. It’s so pure and beautiful with the sounds of nature all around us, the starry host above, the smell of distant campfires… Oh, and did you hear that? A train whistle in the distance. I just want to stand here for a moment and take it all in. Feel one with nature. Excuse me as I take off my clothes… Ah, that’s better. Pretty easy when a girl is just wearing her husband’s favorite sundress… with nothing underneath.”

“Oh, really? Now?”

“You know it, buster. Why don’t you join me? Or are you afraid we’ll be discovered?”

“All alone out here? Yeah, right, sure. Two can play at that game.”

“Ah, that’s better. And as far as I’m concerned, even though we’re wearing our sneakers and you’re lugging around that backpack, we’re still naked.”

“Yep, we sure are. Now watch your step; I don’t want you to twist an ankle.”

“Thanks, honey. Ahhhh, the warm breeze feels nice against my girls. Mmmmm.”

I stretch out, throwing back my shoulders, which accentuates my top-heavy form. Tenderly, I run my hands over my breasts, my fingers tracing their swell as I slowly lifted them up and down. As always, watching me work my breasts mesmerizes Ken. A few moments later, I took him by the hand, and we continued our nocturnal stroll.

“This is so romantic, Ken. Out here all alone, walking naked and hand-in-hand through the meadow to the stream my Aunt told me about.”

“Walking out here naked… and not ashamed.”

“Walking out here Naked And NOT Afraid.” I laughed. “Think of it, Ken. We came into this world naked, and we leave it naked. Nakedness is our natural state. Imagine all the money we’d save if we didn’t have to wear clothes. And what’s wrong with women going topless in public? Guys get to walk around topless, yet we get cited or arrested for indecent exposure. They’re just breasts, for crying out loud. Everyone has them. I don’t know why Western Civilization is so afraid of a girl’s tits. And heaven forbid if we show a nip.”

“That’s true, honey. However, with a rack like yours, I’m afraid displaying those jugs in public would cause quite a stir.” Ken’s voice was low, laced with a touch of admiration.

“You said it, honey. Now let’s continue our walk.”

Approximately two miles later:

“Hear that? I think that’s the stream up ahead.”

“And I must say, you, my dear man, certainly think of everything.”

“Well, of course. Once an Eagle Scout, always an Eagle Scout.”

“I know, don’t tell me; Be prepared.”

“Besides, I wanted us to be able to stretch out on that blanket I packed, so we can better enjoy our wine while watching the fireworks you keep talking about. You think we can see them from here?”

“Yes, I do. And I’ve gotta tell you, I feel so close to nature right now. I feel one with the universe. So natural. Hand in hand, walking together, naked, out here in the moonlight. It’s so romantic down here by the water. Oh, look how the moonlight is reflecting off it. I love those gentle rippling sounds as the current flows downstream. Not to mention these incredible nighttime sounds that I so adore—stop and listen. Hear that? Crickets… frogs… cicadas calling out to one another, looking for love. I think I can hear an owl, too. Absolutely beautiful.”

“As we were saying, another example of God’s incredible beauty, right here in nature… His creation. Natural beauty, stunningly beautiful. Just like you, Kate.”

“Awwwwww, you’re so sweet. I love you so. You know that? Come here and kiss me, you big oaf.”

“Like this?”

We tightly embrace in the moonlight on the bank of the stream. His growing hard-on protrudes into my stomach, and my breasts flatten into his hard, hairy chest. My hands greedily grab his tight buns while his big strong hands gently hold my face and stroke my cheeks. Our tongues fight for dominance, working their way down each other’s throats.

A Few Moments Later…

“Kate, what are you doing? Do you have to pee?”

“No, I want to savor this moment in our surroundings. It’s so pure and beautiful with the sounds of nature all around us, the starry host above, the smell of distant campfires… Oh, and did you hear that? A train whistle in the distance. I just want to stand here for a moment and take it all in. Feel one with nature. Excuse me as I take off my clothes… Ah, that’s better. Pretty easy when a girl is just wearing her husband’s favorite sundress… with nothing underneath.”

“Oh, really? Now?”

“You know it, buster. Why don’t you join me? Or are you afraid we’ll be discovered?”

“All alone out here? Yeah, right, sure. Two can play at that game.”

“Ah, that’s better. And as far as I’m concerned, even though we’re wearing our sneakers and you’re lugging around that backpack, we’re still naked.”

“Yep, we sure are. Now watch your step; I don’t want you to twist an ankle.”

“Thanks, honey. Ahhhh, the warm breeze feels nice against my girls. Mmmmm.”

I stretch out, throwing back my shoulders, which accentuates my top-heavy form. Tenderly, I run my hands over my breasts, my fingers tracing their swell as I slowly lifted them up and down. As always, watching me work my breasts mesmerizes Ken. A few moments later, I took him by the hand, and we continued our nocturnal stroll.

“This is so romantic, Ken. Out here all alone, walking naked and hand-in-hand through the meadow to the stream my Aunt told me about.”

“Walking out here naked… and not ashamed.”

“Walking out here Naked And NOT Afraid.” I laughed. “Think of it, Ken. We came into this world naked, and we leave it naked. Nakedness is our natural state. Imagine all the money we’d save if we didn’t have to wear clothes. And what’s wrong with women going topless in public? Guys get to walk around topless, yet we get cited or arrested for indecent exposure. They’re just breasts, for crying out loud. Everyone has them. I don’t know why Western Civilization is so afraid of a girl’s tits. And heaven forbid if we show a nip.”

“That’s true, honey. However, with a rack like yours, I’m afraid displaying those jugs in public would cause quite a stir.” Ken’s voice was low, laced with a touch of admiration.

“You said it, honey. Now let’s continue our walk.”

Approximately two miles later:

“Hear that? I think that’s the stream up ahead.”

“And I must say, you, my dear man, certainly think of everything.”

“Well, of course. Once an Eagle Scout, always an Eagle Scout.”

“I know, don’t tell me; Be prepared.”

“Besides, I wanted us to be able to stretch out on that blanket I packed, so we can better enjoy our wine while watching the fireworks you keep talking about. You think we can see them from here?”

“Yes, I do. And I’ve gotta tell you, I feel so close to nature right now. I feel one with the universe. So natural. Hand in hand, walking together, naked, out here in the moonlight. It’s so romantic down here by the water. Oh, look how the moonlight is reflecting off it. I love those gentle rippling sounds as the current flows downstream. Not to mention these incredible nighttime sounds that I so adore—stop and listen. Hear that? Crickets… frogs… cicadas calling out to one another, looking for love. I think I can hear an owl, too. Absolutely beautiful.”

“As we were saying, another example of God’s incredible beauty, right here in nature… His creation. Natural beauty, stunningly beautiful. Just like you, Kate.”

“Awwwwww, you’re so sweet. I love you so. You know that? Come here and kiss me, you big oaf.”

“Like this?”

We tightly embrace in the moonlight on the bank of the stream. His growing hard-on protrudes into my stomach, and my breasts flatten into his hard, hairy chest. My hands greedily grab his tight buns while his big strong hands gently hold my face and stroke my cheeks. Our tongues fight for dominance, working their way down each other’s throats.

A Few Moments Later…

“Kate, what are you doing? Do you have to pee?”

“No, I want to savor this moment in our surroundings. It’s so pure and beautiful with the sounds of nature all around us, the starry host above, the smell of distant campfires… Oh, and did you hear that? A train whistle in the distance. I just want to stand here for a moment and take it all in. Feel one with nature. Excuse me as I take off my clothes… Ah, that’s better. Pretty easy when a girl is just wearing her husband’s favorite sundress… with nothing underneath.”

“Oh, really? Now?”

“You know it, buster. Why don’t you join me? Or are you afraid we’ll be discovered?”

“All alone out here? Yeah, right, sure. Two can play at that game.”

“Ah, that’s better. And as far as I’m concerned, even though we’re wearing our sneakers and you’re lugging around that backpack, we’re still naked.”

“Yep, we sure are. Now watch your step; I don’t want you to twist an ankle.”

“Thanks, honey. Ahhhh, the warm breeze feels nice against my girls. Mmmmm.”

I stretch out, throwing back my shoulders, which accentuates my top-heavy form. Tenderly, I run my hands over my breasts, my fingers tracing their swell as I slowly lifted them up and down. As always, watching me work my breasts mesmerizes Ken. A few moments later, I took him by the hand, and we continued our nocturnal stroll.

“This is so romantic, Ken. Out here all alone, walking naked and hand-in-hand through the meadow to the stream my Aunt told me about.”

“Walking out here naked… and not ashamed.”

“Walking out here Naked And NOT Afraid.” I laughed. “Think of it, Ken. We came into this world naked, and we leave it naked. Nakedness is our natural state. Imagine all the money we’d save if we didn’t have to wear clothes. And what’s wrong with women going topless in public? Guys get to walk around topless, yet we get cited or arrested for indecent exposure. They’re just breasts, for crying out loud. Everyone has them. I don’t know why Western Civilization is so afraid of a girl’s tits. And heaven forbid if we show a nip.”

“That’s true, honey. However, with a rack like yours, I’m afraid displaying those jugs in public would cause quite a stir.” Ken’s voice was low, laced with a touch of admiration.

“You said it, honey. Now let’s continue our walk.”

Approximately two

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