"I warned you it might sting,  Harriet.  And don't be such a booby.  How do you think you would cope if  you ever had real hardship to put up with?  It's your fault any way for having such soft skin in that region.  You get no sympathy from me.  I take you out for a nice ride and you almost get us arrested and then you make this silly fuss as soon as we get back!"

Gwendoline put back the top on the bottle of surgical spirits and bent down and kissed the affected area, and then transferred her attentions to Harry's clitoris, which she caressed with her tongue for a few minutes,  Harriet  responding more and more affectionately until the pair of them gradually became enmeshed in a tangle of arms and legs.

Harriet finally extricated herself, and ran her fingers through Gwen's hair. (That on her head, that is!)

"I love you,  Gwendoline Foxe, I really do love you.  What was this revelation you had after that fat pompous Sergeant read you that lecture, out there?"

"Setting an example to others, Harriet.  How can we do that when we only go about naked inside my grounds?  There is a whole world out there which needs to be educated to enjoy being the way we two are!  We have been so selfish in keeping it to ourselves and Jenkins & Co.  And I am going to start with this locality.  When we have the General Meeting, I am going to end the day by having a nude ball in my house and the local youth will be invited to come along.  I'll get the notices printed and sent here by special messenger tomorrow and you can deliver them around the village!"

"Not naked, I hope, Gwen!  That really would get me arrested!"

Gwen frowned for a few minutes.

"No, Harry, but I must think of some suitable apparel for you.  I was quite good at dressmaking once.  I think a nice bikini would do.  Let me get my tape measure and we'll soon get you fitted out!"

After Gwen had finished measuring Harry she gave out a low whistle.

"Gosh, darling, but you really are starting to fill out nicely!  Let me feel those biceps again!  Oh, yes!"

After this encouraging news a gratified Harriet needed much less persuading to brave the  villagers' stares on the morrow and she went out to continue digging, while Gwen looked out her sewing machine and hunted around for suitable material.

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"Not a lot of it is there, Gwen?  The bottom looks like you made it out of dental floss!  I'd say it just about covers the vital parts and no more, always assuming my bum is not a vital part!   And my bush sticks out - can't I give it a  tiny bit of a trim?

"NO! - you bloody can't.  I'm not having you mutilated.  There's nothing illegal about a few hairs poking out - I hope!  And now take it off, darling  until tomorrow.  I'm missing the sight of those lovely lovely  tits already."

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Next morning Harriet  looked over Gwen's shoulder and read one of the printed invitations which she was to deliver later.

"By kind permission of the Countess, a ball will be held at the Hall on Saturday 5th March   for the youth of this village, starting at 7.00 pm.  Clothing  will be optional and discouraged and attendance  restricted to those between the ages of eighteen and twenty five.  It is hoped that many more boys than girls will attend as fifty nude girls are likely to be present in addition to the residents of the village.  Admission,  food and alcoholic refreshment will all be free."

"That'll teach that fucking obese pig of a Sergeant to read me pontificating lectures!" chortled  a delighted Gwen.  Off you go Harry - I don't have time to drive you to the village, and anyway the exercise will be good for you!"

An indignant Gwen had refused Harry permission to wear shoes and by the time she had walked across the dew laden fields her feet were wet and covered in mud and bits of grass.  They were also rather cold - it was still February - and Spring had not yet sprung, even if the temperature was now getting quite a bit above freezing.  Even with the cover afforded by the satchel full of leaflets slung over her back, the fact that both her generously rounded posterior hemispheres were open to the air was obvious to all who cared to look, and they were legion!

To say that her presence in the sleepy village,  attired as if for a day on the beach in high summer,  caused a bit of a stir, would be an understatement, and a knot of small boys soon formed and followed her, cheering and laughing  from house to house as she delivered the invitations and pinned one to the door of the Village Hall.  Net curtains twitched as scandalised ladies watched in horror and disgust as the muscular, beautiful and semi naked  Harriet carried out her appointed task.  At least one young gentleman, emerging from home to go off to work, went back into his house,  feeling a sudden need to manipulate his aroused manhood.

Harriet wondered what this would do to Gwendoline's good relations with the Rector as she pushed a leaflet through the  Rectory door.  She knew that the Reverend Mr.  Merryweather had two children of an age to be eligible to come to the ball, a daughter of twenty one and a son of nineteen.  She doubted, though,  that either would turn up!

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"Mission accomplished Harry?"

"All safely delivered, my darling.  A very interesting and highly enjoyable morning - I think I might have a future as an exhibitionist!  I sure caused a bit of devastation to one or two young men - they'll certainly be flocking up here to see more!"

"Good!  Now come here and be rewarded my sweet!  Get that bikini off first, though!  You're looking very overdressed!"