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 ï>¿A Nude Day Wedding by Jgittes

   "Why, thank you very much, Linda.  How considerate." She started
laughing again.  "I hoped you might take the hint when I mentioned the main
road but never thought you'd get such an audience as this."

   "Not only an audience; I got a job offer." I showed her the card. 
"Twice a day during the summer.  I know it wouldn't be this exciting all
the time, but it might be interesting."

   We started walking back up the hill to Janet's house.  "You amaze me,
Linda.  A few months ago, you were hesitant to model nude with Eric.  Now,
you're hanging out naked in front of my house taking commissions to be a
nude, roadside attraction.  I hope you do it.  What do you think, Eric?"

   "I'm with you, Janet.  I can't believe how lucky I am to have met such
an exciting, vibrant, and sexy woman." Eric turned to look at me.  "It
sounds like a safe way to have fun, make some money and indulge your newly
discovered exhibitionistic side."

   "I'll give him a call soon."

   We were between the house and studio when Janet asked, "Do you have any
plans for Nude Day?"

   I had no idea what she was talking about.  "What's Nude Day?"

   "I wouldn't have said anything except for all this." She waved her hands
up and down my body and moved to expand to the entire outdoors.  "You
clearly enjoy being outside and nude.  I'm sure Eric knows, but let me
tell."

   Janet explained the whole thing, and there were lots of places in the
Bay Area where we could go to celebrate.  Eric knew about Nude day but
could never interest any of his partners in it, and going as a single male
wasn't what he wanted to do.  We'd gotten back to the studio and piled our
clothes on the stand to do some minimal dressing before driving home.

   "Nude Day sounds interesting, but this exhibitionistic beast is wild in
my heart, and I'd like to do something more daring than walking around
naked or riding bikes around town.  Sure, that's all fine and good, but I
want more than that."

   Eric had something to say but was reluctant to speak.  "Okay, Eric. 
You've been quiet and looking serious for a while, ever since Janet
mentioned Nude Day.  Out with it.  What are you thinking?"

   "We should talk privately first, in case you get upset.  I don't want
Janet caught in the middle."

   Janet rested a hand on each of our shoulders.  "I understand you may
feel inhibited to talk in front of me, but given all the sex you've had in
my presence, and you feel like the children I've never had, there's nothing
I can't handle.  If you fight, I'll deal with it."

   Eric looked into my eyes.  "Don't say I didn't warn you.  I've been in
love with you since we first met.  Everything since only increased the
depth of my feelings for you.  I'm certain our relationship has opened up
desires you never imagined existed." He looked me up and down to emphasize
our messy state and how exciting its creation was.  "I feel the most daring
thing we could do is get married, nude on Nude Day."

   I felt dizzy and had to sit down.  "I don't know, Eric.  I love all this
and feel so safe with you because you'll be happy to let me explore,
wherever it might lead.  Marriage is a big step.  You saw what Trish did at
the end of our last session at Oakmont, and I liked it.  I liked teasing
and letting her touch me.  I can imagine teasing guys and wanting to at
least suck them off.  Or maybe wanting to fuck them.  I don't know where
this will go."

   "None of that is unsurmountable.  Our attitude to sex is because of the
two of us together.  I've looked far and wide to find someone as sexy and
exciting as you, and no one has come close.  There's nothing more I need
from my partner.  You might get caught up in a moment and want to suck
someone's cock while getting fucked in the ass, but I can assure you I'll
handle it.  The two of us together makes everything else possible."

   Tears welled up, and I knew he was right.  My love for him increased the
more experimental we'd become.  I felt secure to explore, knowing he was
there to protected me.  He made me feel great physically.  If some
unthinking freshman said something about the plump model, Eric helped me
feel safe emotionally.  "When is Nude Day, Janet?"

   "July 14.  It's a Sunday this year."

   "What the hell are you saying Janet, it's only two months away." I
realized Eric was smiling and letting me handle things.

   "Well, my children.  You're going to need an open-minded marriage
official if you're to be married nude on Nude Day.  I happen to be an
ordained Druid minister, internet acquired, but legal nonetheless.  It so
happens I'm available on the day."

   "Since you seem to know everything, where do you suggest we marry?"

   "You've finally admitted I do know everything, at least everything worth
knowing.  I recommend the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco.  It is
known for random nudity, yet it's off the well-used Nude Day path.  We
won't have competition except for the occasional nude bicycle rider on
Crissy Field.  A weekday would have fewer people, but we're stuck with
Sunday."

   I perked up at that thought.  "Next year, it would be on Monday."

   Eric's face sunk, and it looked like he might have something to say, but
Janet squeezed his knee and silenced him.

   She looked at me again.  "What would that accomplish?  You're ready to
get married, and you'll have six weeks to think it over and back out if you
must.  Another year won't make you any more certain, and ten more won't
make you any less.  This is all so exciting, the first nude wedding I've
done."

   "You make solid arguments.  Are you a lawyer?"

   "No, honey, I'm a brilliant woman and an artist too."

   Eric had permission to speak.  "We'll have to get a license and arrange
for witnesses.  I'm sure there'll be lots of casual witnesses, but we need
people who'll sign legal documents.  I'd invite Aunt Petie, of course. 
She'd probably get a kick out of it, and she might invite Phyllis.  Maybe
Giselle and Ruth would consider it.  I can't think of anyone else, though."

   "In my experience, it goes better the more nude women there are in
attendance.  Any chance Petie or the others would make that leap?"

   "My first guess is no, but stranger things have happened."

   "I'll officiate the ceremony nude.  I can't imagine you'd object."

   Eric brightened noticeably.  "Wait.  You'll officiate in the nude? 
Wait." He turned to me.  "I might have to call this off.  If Janet is
willing to be nude with me outdoors, I may have to re-evaluate things."

   I grabbed his cock and balls and squeezed them into as small a ball as I
could safely get away with.  "Listen here, buster.  No backing out; I don't
care how sexy Janet is.  You've already made your decision on me, and
you'll have to live with it.  Or live without these." I gave him another
squeeze.

   I couldn't maintain my stern demeanor and started laughing.  "But
really, Janet, you'll officiate nude too?"

   "Of course.  Just don't expect me to participate in any of your sex
shenanigans.  Casual nudity is the extent of my libertine experimentation.
Well, and watching you two do it." She smiled.  "I do enjoy that.  I have a
close female friend, Beatrice, who'd enjoy a Sunday nude outing to San
Francisco.  Do you have anyone you'd like to invite Linda?"

   "My mother would only come if we served five-liter boxes of wine for her
exclusive consumption.  I don't want to deal with that drama.  I'll ask my
sister, Karen.  My guess is she wouldn't participate nude."

   Janet considered something a moment.  "I think we should invite Trish
too, just to torment her.  I don't want her to think you might be
interested, Linda, so I'll call her.  We all have a lot to do."

   We got dressed, said our goodbyes, and drove in silence for a few
minutes, gathering my thoughts.  "Those are big decisions in a short time.
Do you feel sure, Eric?"

   "This is what I've wanted since I met you, verified by our first
modeling session at Oakmont.  I'm happy.  Are you?"

   "I'm so in love with you I can hardly stand it.  I love our sexy
modeling, and you know how I like to tease, like with Trish, our second
time at Oakmont.  I can't say I wouldn't be overcome with some kinky idea
in the heat of a modeling session.  Can you handle it?"

   "It won't be a problem.  We're an incredible team.  We complement each
other's academic interests and work, personal living arrangements and
plans, sex lives, and modeling.  I can't imagine the future without you as
a full partner and equal leader.  If something happens that leads you away
from me, I'll deal with it then.  I'm not going to borrow that worry, now."

   We quietly drove the remaining few minutes, and when Eric brought the
car to a stop and switched off the engine, I lifted my hands behind his
head and drew him to me in a short kiss.  "I believe you, Eric, and I'm
surprised to completely agree."

   After a long bath to clean and relax, we sat at the breakfast counter
and wrote up a detailed to-do list.  The semester was ending, and we both
had final exams and a couple of papers to finish.  The professors in New
Orleans wanted to recruit us and were willing to pay expenses for a visit
before we applied to their master's program.  We needed to get the Nude Day
wedding sorted, and I needed to decide about becoming a nude roadside
attraction.

   Sunday started with a call to Dan Rodgers.  I needed Eric's assessment
and used speakerphone so he could hear both sides of the conversation. 
"Hello, Rodgers Wine Tours.  How may I help you?"

   "Hi, Dan, I'm Linda, the Sonoma Mountain Wood Nymph you spotted
yesterday."

   "Hi, Linda.  I'm glad you called.  You have quite a show.  I've driven
over that road enough times the past two years and thought I'd seen all the
mailbox owners.  I've never seen you."

   "My fiancÃ(C)e and I made a first-time visit to a friend's house across
the road, and I thought it might be fun to collect her mail."

   "That's how you dress to collect the mail?"

   "No, not usually." I paused to think of how much I wanted to reveal. 
"Among other things, Eric and I are nude models for figure drawing classes.
Our friend's an artist, and we posed for a group of her colleagues.  We
were in her studio most of the time, but there were a couple of outdoor
poses.  I'd never been nude outside before and got caught up in the
excitement.  My objective was the BMW going the other direction.  I didn't
see your bus until it was too late, or I wouldn't have done it."

   "I'm glad you didn't see me then.  I had 30 customers aboard for an
afternoon of Napa Valley wine tasting.  Except for one very prudish couple
from Ohio, my group was thrilled to see you.  They started talking as soon
as they realized you were nude and hoped you'd be there on the return trip.
I think I could promote some of my tours to include rare wood nymph
sightings and increase repeat customers, particularly among locals.  Would
you be interested?"

   "That why I'm calling.  How do you see it working?"

   "I have several tours, and the exact schedule is based on demand.  You
caught one that starts in the afternoon with an early dinner at a winery.
Other tours start earlier and stop for tastings at wineries, no dinner.  I
also have established routes to the Russian River and Healdsburg.  You
wouldn't be part of the Russian River or Healdsburg tours."

   "I was caught up in the excitement yesterday, but I am a professional,
nude model, after all."

   "I understand and didn't expect you'd do this out of the kindness of
your heart.  I already have 12 Napa tours scheduled over the next month. 
All of them pass your friend's mailbox.  I'll pay $15 for a single
appearance.  If you'd consider a double appearance for both parts of the
round trip, I'll pay you $40 for both.  The last stop on the return part of
the trip is Ridgetop Winery, and I'd like the return show to happen there."

   "I'm in, but I'm a student at the university, so I'll have limited
availability until the end of the semester in two weeks.  After that, I'm
completely open.  Send me an email with the schedule, and I may be able to
squeeze some in the next two weeks." I gave him my email address.  "How
would we coordinate the exact time?  I don't want to spend hours naked by
the side of the road awaiting your arrival."

   "I'll have the departure times in the schedule along with an estimated
time I'll arrive outbound at the mailboxes.  I'll text you when I depart so
you know I'm on schedule and again when I'm a mile away.  It should be
enough time to get in position.  I'll slow down like yesterday but won't
stop.  I don't want to deal with anyone trying to exit the bus.  The timing
is similar with the return stop at Ridgetop.  We have a tight, well-oiled
schedule, and those departures are consistent with the schedule.  Oh, I
have three different busses.  You saw the largest one, my most recent
purchase.  I have two other smaller vans.  I use the most fuel-efficient
one for the number of customers."

   "It all sounds good so far.  You mentioned yesterday you'd be able to
increase your business.  How will you know this would make any difference?"

   "I've kept detailed spreadsheets of my customer numbers and tour
popularity.  I bought the big bus knowing current projections won't see it
filled until next year, but I have current loads bigger than my small
vehicles.  I'll know how much difference from my expected growth
projections your appearances make.  If it's below projection, I'll
guarantee you a month.  If it's above projections, we'll renegotiate your
rates."

   "It sounds great, Dan.  If you get me the schedule today, I'll let you
know this evening."

   "Thanks, Linda.  Goodbye."

   "Bye, Dan."

   Eric spoke as soon we broke the connection.  "Ben Ridge, the owner of
Ridgetop Winery, is a friend from my travels with my medical equipment
company.  It's been a while since I've visited, but I'm sure I could
introduce you, and they'd give you some space up there.  It's not a
top-level, cult status winery and depends on the tour companies and
publicity events to help generate sales and following."

   "I want to do this, and Dan appears to be considerate and safe to
partner with for this sort of thing.  What do you feel?"

   "Yeah, I agree he sounds sincere and isn't trying to get in your pants
just because he saw you naked.  Well, you weren't wearing any pants, but
you know what I mean.  We can ask at the winery.  We could take a ride out
this afternoon to look things over and figure out how it would feel."

   "Super.  Let me call Janet to make sure she's on board.  I'll need to
use her parking space."

   Janet continued to encourage me to do it and had no problem about
parking whenever I had a show.  She also told me she'd called her friend
Beatrice and Trish, and they were on board.  Trish maybe not nude, but
she'd consider it.  Janet suggested a BBQ at her house next Saturday to get
to know each other and ease any tensions.

   We drove to Ridgetop Winery atop the southern end of the Mayacamas
Mountains.  On the way, Eric told me he hadn't been in over a year,
basically since we got together, and he hoped Ben Ridge, the owner, would
remember him.

   "Eric, it's been too long." Ben came out from behind the tasting counter
and wrapped Eric in a bear hug.  Ben looked like a bear too.  He was
between Eric's and my height, barrel-chested with curly grey hair and a
bushy beard.

   "I know it's been too long, Ben, and I'm sorry.  University was more
time-consuming than I thought.  This is Linda." He paused, looked at me,
then broke into a wide grin and continued.  "My fiancÃ(C)e."

   Ben's attention turned to me.  "Well then, congratulations to you both."
I had my turn in the bear trap.  "She's the woman you mentioned before you
dropped off the grid?"

   "Indeed, she is.  I can't believe you remembered."

   "I certainly understand why I haven't seen you for a while.  Let me get
something special from the cellar.  We need a celebratory toast." Ben
headed for a door, actually an entrance to a tunnel, and returned a few
minutes later with a single, unlabeled bottle.

   "I know you've tolerated my cabernets and chardonnays, Eric, but are a
pinot man at heart.  I've kept this a closely guarded secret, my first
attempt at pinot noir.  Eight years ago, I acquired a minuscule vineyard
north of Winery Lake in the Los Carneros district, forty-year-old vines.  I
biodynamically farmed it a couple of seasons in preparation, then began
vinting five years ago.  Hand-sorted, full cluster fermentation and 19
months in one new and one two-vintage-old oak barrel imported from Beaune,
France.  This is the first vintage, total production of 450 bottles, only
75 cases, with a few dozen larger formats.  Three years in the bottle so
far."

   "I had no idea you'd try your hand at pinot.  Your other varietals are
fine, Ben, but you've never tried to compete with the cult status
vineyards. You're taking on a substantial challenge."

   While he'd been talking, Ben uncorked the bottle and poured it into a
decanter.  "You can tell me if I've succeeded or should stick with middling
cabernets." He reached above the counter for three large glasses and poured
generous amounts in each.

   Ben pushed a glass in each of our directions.  Having learned to swirl
without spilling, I joined in with the initial examination of the wine. 
Then Ben raised his glass, "To wonderful marriages and long-lived pinots."

   We lifted our glasses and took a sip.  I thought the wine was beautiful.
I still didn't know how to describe it but smiled and waited for Eric's
judgment.

   "This is impressive, Ben, especially for a new world pinot.  Well
balanced and drinkable at five years, yet enough tannic structure and
concentrated fruit to withstand another decade of aging improvement, maybe
longer.  There's slight hotness with the alcohol, but certainly not as bad
as most here in California, and it avoids the jammy quality California's
high sugar produces."

   He swirled the glass a few more times, stuck his nose in, and then
tasted another mouthful.  "It has that sublime, fecund, organic
forest-floor smell I love in the Gevrey-Chambertin and Vosne Romanee
burgundies."

   He looked at me over the rim of his glass as he breathed in again.  "It
smells like cunnilingus."

   Ben started a laugh and soon infected us all.  "There's no higher praise
for a pinot noir." He had to step back against the window sill to steady
his balance.

   The laughter died down, and after another mouthful of wine, Eric started
to reveal the reason for our visit today.  "We were modeling yesterday at
an artist friend's studio on Bennett Valley Road.  Linda got carried away
and walked nude to get the mail...."

   Ben's spit take sprayed his mouthful of rare wine almost to the counter.
Looking at me, he said, "You're the Sonoma Mountain Wood Nymph?"

   "Yeah, how did you find out?  It only happened yesterday."

   Ben got a towel and wiped the wine dripping from his beard.  "We were
the dinner destination for Dan's Napa Valley tour yesterday.  We have a
kitchen and cater for his tours.  It's not worth keeping open full-time
yet, maybe someday.  Anyway, he said he saw you, well, someone, on the road
and brainstormed the possibility of arranging something like that up here."

   My shock subsided.  "Dan gave me his card when we met yesterday.  I
called him this morning, and he had things well planned out.  Eric
suggested we come up here to talk with you.  It makes sense Dan would have
gotten your approval first."

   "Well, Linda, to be honest, I thought he was bullshitting me.  I didn't
think there was anything real to discuss.  He probably made the whole thing
up trying to create some publicity stunt here.  I humored him though, I
need all the help I can get with this place."

   "So, you wouldn't mind me doing something up here as the nude Sonoma
Mountain Wood Nymph?"

   Ben looked from me to Eric and back to me.  "You're kidding, right?  I
wouldn't go out of my way to arrange it; hell, arranging something like
this wouldn't cross my mind.  I have to admit having you here a few times a
week, naked, would be something to look forward to."

   He looked sheepishly over to Eric.  "I can see why you've been so
smitten, and you know I wouldn't try anything." He looked back at me.  "You
are stunning though, Linda, and with the reality of you attached to Dan's
proposals, I think this is an exciting opportunity.  Are you considering
it?"

   "We're up here talking to you, aren't we?  School's over in two weeks,
and I have the summer free.  It feels like something fun to do.  Is Dan
trustworthy?"

   "Yeah, he is.  I've known him for three or four years now.  He started
out with Napa Valley Tours and decided to go out on his own spring of last
year.  He sought the smaller, out-of-the-way wineries to introduce people
to the stunning beauty of the wine country landscapes and avoid the
Disney-like circuses of the big venues on the valley floor.  He's been
married six or seven years, and his wife helps with taking reservations and
back-office things.  His first kid started school in Petaluma last fall and
his second this fall."

   I thought a minute.  "It's my perfect summer job.  Dan's gonna email his
schedule, and I'll confirm my availability with him, then with you.  Does
that sound okay?"

   "Sure does.  Any idea what you'll do?  The mailbox episode has an
accidental aspect that's believable.  I'm not sure what you'll be able to
do here."

   Walking around the end of the tasting counter, I stopped at the glass
wall made up of a series of trifold doors and looked out to the east across
the lower end of the Napa Valley.  The tasting room and kitchen were a
hundred feet long, with terraced patios extending the entire length and
descending ten feet across and down to the lawn.  The expansive lawn was
level and roughly square with oak woodlands north, to the left, and the
vineyards starting where the slope breaks down into the valley beyond.

   I noticed four pieces of sculpture placed diagonally across the lawn,
starting at the near corner to the left and ending at the far corner to the
right, near the vines.  They drew my attention from the winery and
woodlands, across the lawn to the vineyards and valley, and they looked
familiar.  "Are those Janet's sculptures?  They look like some of the work
we saw yesterday around her studio."

   Smiling, Eric looked to Ben and back to me.  "Yeah.  Small world, isn't
it?  She's a reasonably famous artist and supportive of the local
community."

   "I know what to do.  I'll start out of sight, down the hill in the
vineyard over there." I pointed to the far corner of the lawn, "And slowly
walk up the hill examining the vines.  When I reach the lawn, I'll walk to
each piece and pose around it.  After the last one, I'll walk up the stairs
to the left over there, behind what I guess is the working winery.  I'll
start as a nude apparition in the vineyard, come closer and become more
real, then dissolve in the mist."

   Ben smiled, "It works for me.  Eric?"

   "I trust Linda's instinct on presentation." He looked at me.  "You've
come up with something superficially tasteful, but I'm sure you'll add your
own, exciting twists."

   Eric's comment brought some heat to my face.  "I'm sure I'll think of
something.  We'll have to work out the timing when I start up the hill
after the bus arrives."

   Ben poured more of his pinot into our glasses.  "Not too much for you,
Eric; you have to drive." He bent down, reached under the counter, opened a
small refrigerator, and lifted out a cheese platter.  "Have something to
eat, too."

   A quarter-hour later, Eric took one last sip to finish the glass.  "Do
you want to drive home through Petaluma, Linda?  We can stop and talk to
Petie and your sister."

   "Sure.  Talking in person should make it easier."

   "Thanks, Ben." Eric and I said together.

   We said our goodbyes and drove across the Sonoma Valley, through Black
Point, and north to Petaluma.  We stopped at Petie's.  Eric told her we'd
be getting married in an unusual ceremony on July 14.  She gave her
blessing but wouldn't commit to attending.  The nudity was too out there
for her.  We mentioned the BBQ at Janet's on Saturday, and she said she'd
go as long as no one took their clothes off.  We stopped at my sister's
house too, but no one was home.

   Back at home, I checked my email and opened the schedule from Dan.  "It
looks like I'll be able to do all of these.  There're two next week,
Thursday and Saturday, and only one the week after, on Tuesday.  I don't
have any classes on those days.  The rest are after the end of the
semester."

   "We've got Janet's party Saturday."

   "It means I'll already be there when the bus drives by.  Petie said no
nudity, but I'll slip away for the few minutes it'll take.  No one will
notice."

   "I wouldn't be too sure, but anyone who attends our wedding will have to
get used to the nudity eventually."

   "Do you think we'll get anyone nude at the wedding besides you, me,
Janet, and Beatrice?"

   "Petie might not even go, but I'd give Giselle and Ruth 50/50 odds. 
They're an adventurous couple in general, but something like this hasn't
come up before.  They know I model, but I don't make any big deal of it. 
I'd suspect Trish will if only to be naked around you.  She might bring her
girlfriend, Sheri, and she looked ready for anything.  What about your
sister?"

   "Karen's tough to figure out.  You've seen how she dresses, wearing her
clothes like armor.  She can be a lot more free-spirited around her close
friends.  I'd say less than 50/50, though.  I'll tell Dan the schedule's
good, and we can call people with our engagement announcement and
invitations to the wedding in July and the party next week."

   The rest of the day involved homework, telephone calls, and scheduling
my appearances.  Once we'd contacted everyone and compared the results,
things stood as we'd thought they would.  Janet's BBQ on Saturday was a big
hit.  Most would probably participate in the wedding, but no one would
commit to joining us nude.

   I emailed and called Dan to verify the schedule.  After our earlier
call, he thought more about it and wanted me to plan for the winery but
wait until he had a reaction to the mailbox show.  If he had a bus full of
people like the negative couple from Ohio, he didn't want to make things
worse.  He'd call me at his first winery stop.  I sent Janet the schedule
to not be surprised if she were out and returned to find my car parked at
her house and another copy to Ben at Ridgetop.

   Studying, classes, and completing final projects filled the days before
my first show.  We had dinner one night with Petie, and as expected, she
asked if Phyllis could come to the BBQ and wedding, which, of course, she
could.  She also committed to attend the wedding.

   Thursday, the big day, arrived.  I told Eric I wanted to handle this
first show on my own and drove up the hill to Janet's house.  She'd opened
her front door before I knocked.  "You're early.  Anxious?"

   We hugged at the front door, and she waved me inside.  "Surprisingly,
not at all.  I wanted to get comfortable.  Do you mind?"

   "Not at all, Linda.  You and Eric are welcome anytime.  Can I get you
some coffee or tea?"

   "Tea would be wonderful.  The green tea you had in the studio would be
wonderful."

   "Green, oolong, black, and a variety of herbal teas too.  Sorry, but I
can't stand Earl Gray and refuse to have it in my house.  Come with me to
the kitchen."

   I followed her and looked at my phone.  "Dan texted his on-schedule
departure, so it'll be another 20 minutes before he arrives."

   "Feel free to get into costume, Linda.  I won't try anything funny.  I
meant what I said before.  Trish, well, she's a different matter.  I've
noticed you handle her on your own quite well, and she won't be here until
Saturday."

   Taking her advice, I pulled my t-shirt over my head.  "Thanks, Janet.  I
won't do anything funny either.  Well, except for hanging around naked,
walking down your driveway, and exposing myself to a busload of complete
strangers.  That's normal for me."

   "I'm honored you feel so comfortable here.  You're every bit the special
woman Eric said you were when he told me he first met you.  I'm so glad you
two took the chance to open yourselves up to each other.  You'll have a
happy and interesting marriage."

   I pulled my panties off, folded and put them on top of the pile of my
clothes.  "I can't believe any of this is happening; meeting Eric, modeling
and living with him, being nude outside, getting engaged, arranging this
roadside model thing, all of it."

   The tea finished steeping, and Janet poured two cups and handed me one.
"You project an overpowering, raw sexual energy, yet contain it in a way
that allows people to see only as much as they can handle.  Of course, some
people are prudes by nature and can't handle a tiny hint of sexuality."

   We sat down at the kitchen table.  "I hope Dan doesn't have a bus full
of those sorts of people today, or I'll have to limit my exhibitionistic
release to the infrequent times we can model here."

   "I have a feeling Dan will do his best to keep the prudes off the bus."
She took another sip of tea and set her cup on the table.  "May I walk with
you to the road?  I'll stay out of sight."

   We stood up to walk to the road.  "Sure.  I had thoughts of bringing my
strap-on and wearing it to the mailbox, but your presence reminds me to be
a good girl for the start of my new job."

   "Oh my, Linda.  I hope my inhibiting influence doesn't last beyond this
first time.  I couldn't stand being deprived of any delicious tableaux your
kinky brain may create.  In any event, since you're not nude, anything
goes."

   We'd reached the bottom of the driveway, and I stopped and looked down
at my body.  "What do you mean I'm not nude?"

   "You're wearing original style Salt-Water sandals, in pewter.  No nudity
here." We both started laughing, and my phone buzzed a text message.

   I handed my phone to Janet.  "Showtime."

   I turned to look across the road at the mailbox and turned back to Janet
with a panicked look.

   She smiled.  "I put a few unopened letters in the mailbox earlier. 
Break a leg."

   I heard the bus way off to the left, looked both ways, and slowly walked
across the road.  I tried to not look directly down the road, so I didn't
see the bus until I'd crossed.  Being out of harm's way, I slowed my pace,
headed to the mailbox, extracted the letters, and turned to re-cross the
road.  As I'd expected, the bus was close enough I couldn't cross and would
have to wait.

   Dan didn't lower the window this time, so I couldn't hear his
commentary, but he'd slowed to a crawl, and most of his customers either
sat pressed against the window or stood in the aisle leaning over the seats
to get as close a look as possible.  I smiled, raised my right arm, and
waved, rocking side to side just enough to set my breasts in a gentle
swaying arc.  I deliberately held the letters in the same hand I waved to
make accidentally dropping them believable.

   Flashing a surprised look of sudden recognition at dropping the letters,
I turned around to search them out and bent over to pick them up.  The four
letters had scattered more widely than I'd anticipated.  I had to move and
turn while bent over to retrieve them all.  It felt so exciting to be
exposed, and I managed to keep bent over until the entire bus passed.

   All the letters secured, I stood up and turned back to the bus and waved
until Dan sped away up the road.  My heart was pounding when I looked
across the street at Janet, standing on her driveway.  I looked both ways
and crossed to her.

   "From this side of the road, I don't think there was anyone from Ohio on
the bus."

   I came up and gave her a huge hug.  "Oh god, Janet, that felt wonderful.
I'm shaking.  The first time was a surprise and lots of fun, but this was
wonderful.  Do you think it was okay?"

   "I'm sure of it, honey.  I couldn't see the whole part where you picked
up the letters, the bus drove in front of me, but they crowded around and
moved down the length of the bus to keep their eyes on you.  I'm sure you
were a tremendous success."

   I was so overheated I flapped my hands in front of my face trying to
create a breeze.  "I have to sit down a few minutes.  May I stay with you
until Dan calls?"

   "Certainly, Linda.  My day is open.  Take all the time you need."

   We'd returned to sit and wait on her living room couch.  The noontime
sun shone through a row of Velux windows built into the south-facing
vaulted ceiling and bathed my skin in a warm, calming light.  "It was so
much fun I still tingle all over.  It's the kind of excitement I get from
modeling in your studio.  I'm sure if the bus and winery shows continue for
long, they'll become more like the standard modeling Eric and I do.  Fun,
but more tedious with each performance.  I understand how special theatre
actresses and actors are.  They have to repeat performances yet maintain
enthusiasm."

   Janet reached over to rest her hand on my forearm.  "I'm sure you'll
find a way to spice things up to keep yourself interested; you always
surprise me.  When it doesn't seem to work, remember theatre actresses draw
on their craft and professionalism to carry them through fallow times. 
Most people you perform for will see you for the first time.  They'll
provide the excitement if you let them."

   The sound of my phone's ringtone on the coffee table jolted me upright.
"Time to face the music."

   I reached for the phone, swiped up, and touched the speaker icon.  "Hi,
Dan.  What's the verdict?"

   "I think pandemonium is the word we're looking for.  I was worried at
the start.  It's a small group; ten couples from Seattle on a day trip
while their cruise ship is docked in San Francisco and four local women
from Sebastopol.  The women were sitting at the front of the bus and saw
you before I'd said a word.  They burst into squeals, 'A naked woman's
crossing the road.' Everybody else stood up and rushed around, trying to
get a glimpse.  They kept yelling at me to slow down."

   It was my turn to squeal.  "You didn't have to use your carefully
scripted commentary to get their attention."

   "No, Linda, you did it all by yourself.  Your display while picking up
the scattered letters was genius.  I was honestly afraid someone would
injure themselves rushing up and down the aisle and had to slow more than
I'd originally intended.  After we sped out of viewing range, a chorus
wanted to know if we'd pass this way on the return trip."

   I couldn't help laughing.  "No one from Ohio on this tour."

   "I haven't mentioned the best part.  They settled down and paired off
further back in the bus.  No one looked out the windows to follow my Napa
Valley history commentary, and I quickly lowered the volume to avoid
disturbing.  I didn't want to intrude, and I had to safely drive the
vehicle, but I'm certain intimate activity was happening in the back of my
bus."

   He sounded so severe I couldn't help myself, "Oh my god, Dan.  Did you
call the police?"

   He started laughing.  "Damn it, Linda.  This is all your fault.  We're
stopped at the first winery, and they're into their second tasting flight.
We'll leave soon.  We have a real hit here, Linda, and it's all thanks to
you.  I don't need to check any projections.  Forget renegotiating our
arrangement in a month.  I'm doubling the figures now.  I hope you come up
with something special for Ridgetop this afternoon."

   "I'll do my best, Dan.  See you later."

   "Bye, Linda." I sat staring through Janet's huge picture window at the
woodlands beyond.

   "I suppose you'll have to delay worrying that your shows are boring,
Linda.  What are your thoughts for this evening's performance?"

   I turned toward Janet, "I have a few ideas but won't decide until it's
showtime in three hours.  I'll go home, get some lunch and pick up Eric. 
Would you like to see what happens up there?"

   "I wouldn't miss it for the world.  Ben has four of my pieces, and I
check in on them from time to time.  Today's perfect for a visit."

   I stood to go to the kitchen and my clothes.  "Super.  I'll be back in
two hours, and we'll go together from here.  I want to be there early the
first time.  We visited last Sunday, but I need to walk it out before
anyone arrives.  You and Eric look like a couple out wine tasting.  Gather
data from your inside view of the reaction.  We'll do a post mortem after."
I shouted the last bit from the kitchen.

   At the front door, we hugged.  "See you soon, dear.  Drive carefully."

   "Bye, Janet."

   I had to force myself to drive carefully down the hill and arrived home
before Eric returned from his physics lab final.  I'd finished lunch and
put a few things in my gym bag to take to the winery when Eric walked
through the door.  "Hello, honey, how did it go?"

   I walked over and hugged him tightly.  "It was so exciting.  Dan said
they all wanted to see more of me.  He gave me a raise straight away. 
Janet wants to see what happens at the winery, too, so we'll have to stop
by and pick her up first.  I made a sandwich for you if you're hungry."

   We sat at the kitchen counter while Eric ate, and I described the first
show.  When he finished, I told him I was so nervous that he had to drive
to arrive safely.  We stopped to pick up Janet, arrived 45 minutes early,
and parked beyond the tasting room, close to the winery.

   Ben was waiting at the entrance when we walked up.  "Hello, guys.  Dan
called a few minutes ago, and he's on schedule." A woman looking like a
younger Mrs.  Claus to Ben's Santa came through the entrance and stood next
to Ben.  "Linda, this is Michelle, my wife."

   In an awkward moment on my part, I hesitantly held out my hand. 
Michelle smiled and came forward with a warm hug.  "We're soon going to be
a lot more familiar than a handshake, Linda.  I can't wait to see what
you've come up with."

   "I hope you're not too easily shocked," was all I could say.

   "We look like old fuddy-duddies, but we're friends of Janet and Eric,
and anything promoting our out-of-the-way winery is good with me." She
looked around.  "Come inside."

   Ben walked behind the tasting counter and produced another bottle of his
unlabeled pinot noir.  "We've got to see if the first bottle was a fluke."

   The bottle was identical to Sunday's, with no label or foil.  "Why isn't
there a label?"

   He'd popped the cork, "We attach the labels and capsules when the
product is ready to ship.  The foil capsule used to be placed immediately
after bottling to protect the cork from rats, but we have an extensive
system to keep them out.  Our wines require some bottle age before they're
ready to release.  If we attached the labels, they could get dirty or
change the labeling laws, and we'd have to replace them anyway.  Been
there, done that." He poured into the five glasses on the counter.

   "Will you release this soon?" I swirled the wine and held it to my nose.

   "I was surprised Sunday how balanced it is.  I think it may be time. 
We'll see with this." He swirled and brought it to his nose.

   We stood at the counter in silence and evaluated.  I had things to do
and couldn't draw this out.  "Tastes better than on Sunday.  Currants,
black cherries, and raspberries with an organic, forest floor smell."

   Ben pronounced, "You hit the nail on the head.  We tried it before
Christmas.  The tannins were overpowering, and we couldn't taste or smell
anything else.  I wondered if it would need a decade in the cellar or maybe
pour it down the drain as crap.  But the wine has developed well in the
last six months and I think it's ready to go."

   We were unanimous on the quality and that Ben shouldn't waste time
getting it out the door.  Eric asked, "Do you have a name or label design
yet?"

   Michelle answered.  "We don't have a name yet.  We're hoping to get some
ideas for the label this evening from you, Linda.  I've designed our past
labels and wanted inspiration from your show.  I've liked Merry Edwards
using nude women on her labels and thought it might be a way to go.  Since
Janet's here, maybe we can have something from her and start a tradition
like Mouton in France.  What do you think, Janet?"

   "That's intriguing, Michelle.  I love the Merry Edwards label, too, but
anything similar would seem derivative.  I'm sure something will occur to
us after we see Linda.  Speaking of which, I'd bet you're anxious and still
have to walk the course before the tour arrives."

   I finished the wine in my glass.  "Thanks, Janet.  I am anxious and
honestly lost track of the conversation somewhere around Merry Edwards. 
I'll walk around and figure out what I'll do.  I have my cell.  Text when
they arrive, and another when they're settled to start the show."

   Ben said, "I've deliberately closed and locked the doors to the terrace.
I don't expect any problems, but it's easier to keep things contained than
put them back in the bottle.  I liked your plan last Sunday.  If you go
back through the entranceway and toward your car, you'll find your way
between the winery and the tasting room.  You'll see an open door on the
side of the winery opposite the tasting room.  I left a terrycloth robe and
a just-opened bottle of this pinot inside.  Oh, there's a wine glass too.
When you're finished with your walk, wait inside, and Eric will come by
when the coast is clear."

   It felt special to have so many people concerned for me.  "Thanks so
much, Ben.  I promise I won't drink the whole bottle." At the entranceway,
I turned, "It's showtime."

   I received a text from Dan he would arrive on schedule and had 15
minutes to get ready and be out of sight down in the vineyard.  I grabbed
my gym bag from the car and walked between buildings looking for the open
door.  It was easy to find on the backside of the winery.  I thought of
taking another glassful of wine but was too excited to stand still, except
to pull my hair back into a ponytail.

   A pathway along the back of the winery led directly to the terrace in
front of the tasting room.  Off to the left, a staircase led down to the
sculpture garden and vineyard.

   I walked down the stairs and stood at the corner of the large, roughly
square-shaped lawn.  The sculptures were placed diagonally from this corner
to the far corner where the vineyards sloped into the valley.  They were
evenly spaced, 30 feet apart, but staggered, not in a straight line.

   I walked by the first and second pieces.  They were vaguely tree trunk
forms with curves and holes, some big enough to climb in, sit on, or crawl
through.  I had a thought and had to ask Janet a question.  I turned to run
up the stairs but realized I had the phone and called.

   "Hey, Janet." I waved to her as well.  "I have a big ask."

   "Go ahead, Linda."

   "Can I climb on your sculptures, and is that safe?"

   "I'd love for you to climb on them; they're marble, granite, or cast
bronze.  You can't hurt them.  They've been engineered in place with
ten-foot anchors and can't fall over under any human-powered force.  We
tried.  I tell anyone who buys one to place a sign near them announcing
they are to be felt in all their dimensions.  No one ever does.  Anything
else?"

   "Nope."

   "Have fun, Linda." I waved again and clicked off.

   I rubbed my hands over the large open spaces in Janet's sculptures and
couldn't wait to climb in and feel the curved surface rubbing against my
naked skin.  I looked at the phone and had four minutes until arrival.  I
stopped for a few seconds at each of the remaining pieces.  The vines begin
where the hill slopes down into the Napa Valley to the east.  I walked 15
yards down the hill between two rows of vines and turned to look uphill to
the tasting room.  I saw the rain gutters along the roofline and knew I'd
be out of sight.

   I quickly stripped off, dropping my clothes in a pile next to my gym
bag. I had less than a minute and bent down to unzip my bag and let my
furry toys speak to me.  I reached for the Back Door silicone lube and set
it next to my clothes.  Whatever I decided, I'd need it.

   I set the red and brown-hued, 18-inch foxtail butt plug on top of my
clothes.  I'd thought one of my red, heart-shaped, jeweled princess butt
plugs might work, but from this distance, no one would see it.  They'd
definitely notice the foxtail.  My cell buzzed the text, "We've arrived."

   I squeezed some lube into the palm of my left hand, picked up the
foxtail, and twirled the stainless-steel butt plug in my lubed hand.  I
leaned forward, spread my legs, reached behind with my left hand to apply
lube on my asshole, and pushed the tip of the medium-sized plug against my
sphincter.  It slipped through the resistance of my asshole and settled in
place.  It felt exciting to clamp down on the tiny stalk between the
bulbous plug and the furry foxtail.

   I had the entire outfit in matching, furry, realistic colors; choker,
fox ears, wrist band, and calf warmers.  Looking at it in my bag, it was a
more submissive look than I felt.  I love Eric fucking me doggie style
while I have the foxtail stuffed up my ass.  The sensation is incredible,
but I'm far from the passive pet the complete outfit would imply.

   My cell buzzed again, "We're ready."

   I needed something more than just the foxtail, so I grabbed the ears and
slipped the thin wire hairband in my hair.  I stuffed my clothes in the bag
with my cell on top.

   I walked uphill until I could see the full height of the tasting room
glass wall.  Ben and Michelle were behind the tasting counter handling the
pours.  Eric, Janet, and Dan were leaning against the counter, facing my
direction, chatting, and casually drinking.  The other 24 people spread out
among tables along the length of the tasting room.  It didn't look like
anyone had seen me yet.  My mental image for the show was an innocent fox
wandering through the vineyard and cavorting over the sculptures in the
garden.  I didn't want to acknowledge the audience at all.

   Ambling up the slope, I turned back and forth between the two rows of
vines and made exaggerated poses to reach for the incipient grape bunches
and examine them.  Of course, if anyone saw me, they might be able to see
the fox ears, but I deliberately kept my backside downhill, not hiding my
tail but not showing it off either.

   When I reached the end of the vines, I sensed I had the attention of the
tasting group and turned to examine row staking and look out over the
valley.  My ass was toward the tasting room, and my secret would be out.  I
moved my hips to wag my tail and walked backward a few steps until I could
see the first sculpture out of the corner of my eye.

   I turned and walked toward the granite menhir, an ancient standing
stone, or rather Janet's interpretation of a menhir.  It was a couple of
feet taller than me, and unlike the ones I'd seen in photos, was polished
on one of its three sides.  All the sculptures were placed on half-foot
tall concrete plinths.  I stepped on the plinth and, wrapping one hand
partly around the statue, leaned away and walked two rotations with
increasing speed.  When I came around the third time and saw the second
piece, I released and jumped off like being shot from a sling.  I took a
couple of steps and leaned into a cartwheel, my body toward the tasting
room.  I managed to keep my legs spread apart, and I felt my tail gliding
across my thighs and back.

   I came upright a few steps away from the second piece, and my momentum
carried me to the bronze casting.  It looked like the columnar basalt I've
seen at Devil's Postpile National Monument near Mammoth Lakes or Devil's
Tower in Wyoming, but smaller and with softer edges.  Janet's multilevel
piece was composed of 18 hexagonal, interlocked columns, each a foot
across. A placard had the name 'The Giant's Causeway.' I walked around it
slowly and pretended to be a fox climbing over it.

   Coming around the side toward the tasting room, I lowered to my hands
and knees on the grass and crawled a few steps.  I lifted one hand onto the
plinth, then the other.  I lifted my left leg to raise my knee and spread
my legs open.  That changed my balance and let my tail hang over my right
leg, exposing my cunt.  I may not have been close enough for anyone to get
a good view, but it was exciting.  I spent a couple of minutes crawling
over the columns spreading and stretching.  I experimented with moving my
tail from blocking the view between my legs without seeming too obvious.

   With my right foot on the highest column and my left foot on the lowest,
I stood and looked out over the Napa Valley.  I stepped down and walked to
the third sculpture, 'The Clouds,' something in marble looking vaguely like
cotton ball clouds.  My eye traveled to the saddle-like connections between
the clouds.  I didn't hesitate, threw my leg over, and carefully leaning
forward to keep my tail free, sat down and pushed my pussy against the
marble.  I wished I could spend an hour on the sculpture but sensed it was
time to bring my show to an end and dismounted.

   The final piece was a bronze casting of a stylized tree trunk, complete
with partial branches, called 'The Tree.' I walked around once and hung
from the highest branch while performing a mid-air split.  I relaxed,
lowered my feet to the plinth, stepped off, and slowly walked up the stairs
and out of sight to the winery.

   I looked at the robe Ben provided, but my skin tingled too much to bear
the touch of the robe.  I poured a glass of wine instead and walked among
the fermentation tanks.  I loved the smell of the winery.  I saw a restroom
door in the corner, had to pee, and realized the butt plug became
irritable, too.  Inside the restroom, I remedied both problems, cleaned the
tail, and resumed my wanderings through the winery.

   Butt plug with dangling foxtail in one hand, empty wine glass in the
other, I turned toward the door at one of the fermentation tanks as Eric
walked in.  "You're in time.  I need a refill." I smiled and held out the
glass.

   He looked around and spotted the bottle.  "Dan and the bus are gone. 
Come to the tasting room, and we'll talk about how it went." Eric filled my
glass.  He reached behind my neck to pull me in for a passionate kiss with
his other hand.  His hand slid down my back and cupped my ass cheek.

   I tilted my head back.  "After a kiss like that, we could find a quiet
spot here and fuck our brains out."

   "That sounds wonderful, Linda, but Janet has a dinner to attend in an
hour, and we have to get her home."

   "Ah shit.  I've got to get my clothes from the vineyard, too."

   "Come to the tasting room first.  Ben opened the doors to the patio. 
It'll only take a minute to get your stuff before we leave."

   I looked over to the robe hanging on the hook usually used to hold grape
juice pumping hoses.  "Ben made a point of providing the robe.  Should I
wear it?"

   "Ben met you the first time Sunday.  Knowing you'd probably strip down
in the vineyard, he politely provided the robe if you wanted it.  He and
Michelle are come-as-you-are hosts."

   "Let's go."

   We stepped out the winery door and saw Ben, Michelle, and Janet sitting
at a table two terraces down from the tasting room level.  Another bottle
of the pinot sat on the table.  Eric and I walked over and started down the
stairs.  I realized I must be a sight with fox ears still on my head and
the foxtail and wine glass in my hands.

   "If you're not careful, you'll drink all the wine before you can sell
it," I said when I sat at the table.  To emphasize the fact, Eric set the
bottle he carried next to the one already there.

   Ben explained, "This is the process, Linda.  We pop open a bottle every
six months, and once we're at the stage it's balanced and integrated, we'll
open a few more to test out bottle variation.  We won't need to open a full
case with this small bottling, but we need to try a few bottles.  What do
you think of this for a label?" He reached toward a sheet of sketch paper,
with his fingertips rotated to face me, and slid it over.

   The drawing was framed with an elongated oval, the long axis aligned
with the bottle.  At the top, 'Vixen' is a curved text to compliment the
oval.  Below was a pencil drawing of a fox with vaguely human female design
characteristics sitting on top of Janet's columnar basalt sculpture.  Below
the picture were three lines of text 'Los Carneros District, Winery Lake,
Pinot Noir.'

   "I have reservations about the slight human body curves, but otherwise,
I like it.  You drew it during my show?"

   Janet spoke up.  "I made a few sketches while Michelle and Ben
brainstormed the name and design.  One was clearly of you, a human female
with a foxtail and ears lounging on the sculpture, but we decided it would
be too much.  I agree it's better without the human touches except for the
slightest hint of a smile.  There's a lot to do before they send the final
version to the printer."

   "How long until you can officially release it?" I asked Ben.

   "A month, maybe six weeks."

   "Great.  It's been so much fun to be a part of this.  I keep avoiding
it, but how was my show received?  I deliberately didn't look up here.  I
did my thing.  But, from my peripheral vision, I eventually caught on that
people were watching."

   Janet spoke.  "Ben and Michelle were behind the counter serving wine. 
Eric and I were sitting on the other side of the counter.  The bus arrived,
people came in, and Dan joined us at the counter.  He said he'd texted you
he'd arrived."

   Ben picked up from there.  "We saw Dan text, 'We're ready.' We knew
where you'd start and wanted to see how long it would take anyone to
notice. I saw you come up the row, and as I turned around to inform these
guys, one of the women from Sebastopol started screaming, 'There she is,'
and pointed to the corner.  Those four were up at the window in a flash,
but it took the others another minute to figure it all out.  The four women
lost it completely when you turned, and they saw the foxtail.  You
definitely play to the audience, Linda, even if you're not trying to."

   "All the noise made it difficult to concentrate on sketching," Michelle
looked at Janet, "But the wine name and label design made themselves.  When
you arrived at 'The Giant's Causeway,' the label was set, but people wanted
to get a closer look at you and begged to get out here.  Ben remained firm,
citing alcohol licensing issues, which may or may not be true.  It helps to
have a credible implication of police intervention a phone call away."

   Eric reached out to hold my hand.  "We mentioned we're getting married
when we stopped by last Sunday.  We'd like to invite you, but before you
make a decision, you need to know it's going to be something different."

   Michelle laughed.  "After what we've seen, I can't imagine what
something different would be."

   "Put that way, our plans are at least consistent, and you can thank
Janet for suggesting it.  We're getting married on Sunday, July 14th,
International Nude Day.  Linda and I will be nude and at least a few other
participants as well.  We're having the ceremony at the Palace of Fine Arts
in San Francisco.  Janet will officiate."

   "I'm an ordained Druid minister.  One of my many incredible talents."
Janet looked at Ben and Michelle.  "I'll be nude too, so you can feel
completely at ease to do likewise.  A few invitees expressed doubts, and to
allay their fears, I'm hosting a BBQ at my house this Saturday.  You're
welcome to attend.  Again, no nudity, except for Linda.  Her next wine tour
show is Saturday."

   "We'll attend.  Ben and I run around here naked all the time, after
hours, that is.  We need to maintain some business credibility and keep our
clothes on around the customers.  I not sure going down to San Francisco
nude is in my wheelhouse though, we'll think on it after the BBQ."

   "Delightful, Michelle.  We'll start at noon.  Thank you for allowing me
to share in the launch of your new wine, and I'll get two or three more
finished drawings ready for you on Saturday." Janet looked at me.  "I do
have to get back home, but you have to get your clothes and phone before we
can leave."

   It only took a minute to run to the vineyard and bring my bag back.  I
didn't bother with the panties or bra, just my cropped yoga pants, and
t-shirt.  Eric, Janet, and I said our hasty goodbyes, and we dropped Janet
at her house on our way home.  Dan called to tell me his customers enjoyed
the second show at the winery; it increased their appreciation of the Napa
Valley as more than a wine destination.

   Saturday morning, Eric and I drove down to Petaluma to pick up Petie and
Phyllis.  My sister had errands and would go on her own later.  We arrived
at Janet's early to help set things up but found Beatrice and Joan, a
photographer friend of Janet's who she'd corralled into handling the
wedding photography, had taken care of everything.

   After introductions, we all pitched in to carry food and utensils to the
grilling deck, located halfway between the house and studio, back in the
woods.  Michelle and Ben arrived at noon, followed in quick succession by
Trish and Sheri, my sister Karen, Giselle, and Ruth.

   Ben and Michelle brought some bottles of their classic wines, and
conversation picked up with the filling of our glasses.  Ben brought a
bottle of chardonnay around and filled my glass.  "You're doing another
show today.  How will you get away for your drive by at 1:00?"

   "It only takes ten minutes, and I'll just slip out.  Everyone here knows
Eric and I are art models, and many have seen us model, so it shouldn't be
a problem.  Most of the guests at Janet's party want to feel comfortable
with the group who'll be at the wedding ceremony.  They don't want to
confront the nudity now.  I want to respect their wishes."

   "Would you mind if Michelle and I see what this end of your performance
is like?"

   "No, not at all.  Eric will be down there, too.  I think Janet will stay
up here and entertain."

   "Great, tell one of us before you go down the driveway."

   I was distracted by mental preparation for the show.  It wasn't yet
routine where I could get into character two minutes before.  I'd briefly
made conversation with all the newcomers but wandered to the edge of the
deck.

   Karen came up beside me.  "You look deep in thought."

   "It's hitting me today; I'm getting married." I tried to deflect from my
actual thoughts.

   "And you'll be naked for the ceremony."

   "That's not a big deal.  I don't want to get arrested, though.  It's not
the best way to start a marriage."

   "I'd never imagined you'd do nude modeling, let alone get married nude.
You were always so self-conscious about your body.  At least it seemed like
it to me."

   "Blame Eric for the change.  He's the first guy who treated me with
courtesy and respect but recognized something inside me needing release.  I
can't tell you how exciting it is to explore that side of my psyche." My
phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pocket to check the text.

   Not wanting to cause a stir, I casually looked at the message and didn't
try to hide it.  Maybe I should have.  "What the hell, Linda.  A text from
Dan 'Departed on schedule - C U in 20' sounds like an affair, and you're
not even married yet."

   "No, no, Karen, it's nothing like that.  I have an unusual, part-time
summer job." I explained and tried to maintain control.  "I wanted to slip
away for ten minutes to do the show.  Most people here were surprised by
the nudity of the wedding, and I didn't want to upset anyone.  I wanted to
focus on getting as many of you to attend the wedding as possible.  So, the
nudity, except for me, Eric, and a couple of other people, isn't
important."

   She took another swallow of wine.  "I've never seen you model.  Could I
see what you do?"

   "This isn't like modeling for an art class; it's more of a show."

   "Yeah, but you're nude, aren't you?"

   "I wear my sandals, so Janet claims I'm technically not nude."

   She started laughing.  "You're definitely smart enough to rationalize
anything, aren't you?"

   I started laughing too.  "You caught me.  Look, let me slip away to get
ready and come down the driveway in a few minutes.  I don't want to upset
anyone."

   "Bullshit." She turned around, took another gulp of wine, looked among
all the people on the deck, and announced loudly.  "My big sister is giving
a nude, roadside show in 15 minutes.  Who wants to see it?"

   Ben and Eric were smiling, Janet and Michelle were laughing, and the
rest looked startled and questioning.  I had to explain it all again.  "So
that's the story.  I do have to get ready and thanks to my sister I don't
have much time.  Eric and Janet will show where to go if you want to
watch." I walked off toward Janet's house.

   I hoped no one would follow, at least immediately.  I wanted to use my
red, jeweled butt plug and didn't want an audience while I inserted it. 
Fortunately, Janet took charge and started saying something I couldn't
quite hear.

   I grabbed my bag from the car and went into the house to change.  It
took a couple of minutes to strip off, lube up my ass and insert the plug.
Dressed in my sandals and phone, I opened the front door and stepped
outside.  The entire contingent stood in the driveway up to the left,
waiting for me.

   "It's showtime." I smiled and walked to the right, down the driveway.

   Eric caught up with me.  "You're taking this well."

   "I don't have a choice; I like doing it, I made a commitment to Dan, but
my sister took the rest out of my hands.  How are they handling it?"

   "Very well, indeed.  Trish and Sheri love it.  Giselle and Ruth are
excited at the thought but maintain some reservations.  I was worried about
Petie and Phyllis, but Phyllis couldn't stop beaming.  After a minute of
conversation with Petie, they'll both take a chance."

   "I don't want to sexualize this too much for them, but I'm wearing my
red butt plug.  If it's seen, I hope no one's upset."

   "We'll burn that bridge when we have to cross it."

   The final text arrived when we reached the bottom of the driveway.  I
handed the phone to Eric, turned, waved to the group standing 10 yards back
up the driveway, heard the bus in the distance, checked both ways, and
stepped into the road.  Except for the extra jolt from the butt plug, it
was a repeat of Thursday with the same routine.

   Dan accelerated away, and I safely crossed the road to meet up with the
gang.  "What's the verdict?"

   Phyllis spoke up.  "I've taken a few wine-tasting tours in my day.  If
they were all like this one, I would have taken more." Smiles and heads
were nodding in agreement, Petie included.

   "Look up Dan's Wine Tours if you're serious.  Sorry for too much
information, but I've got to pee and get dressed.  I'll meet you back up at
the deck in a few minutes."

   Petie spoke up this time.  "Well, now that we've seen you naked, why not
stay that way?  We need to get used to it for the wedding anyway.  "

   I looked around and again received nodding agreement.  "Okay, then.  I
still have to pee, though." I dashed off before anyone could say anything;
I wanted to remove the butt plug and did have to pee.

   While taking care of those chores, Dan texted the red jeweled butt plug
was a big hit, and he'd see me this evening.  I walked out through the
utility room and up the path to the deck.  Giselle snagged me first and
held out my refilled wine glass.  "So, it all started by accident?"

   "Yeah.  Eric and I modeled here last Saturday.  After the session
wrapped up, we went for a nude walk through the woods.  I'd never been nude
outside, and it was exciting walking around.  I heard the cars drive by and
was overcome by a desire to tempt fate and walk on the road.  I'd flashed a
car coming from the south and never saw the bus coming from the other
direction until it was too late." Those who didn't know the story stood
around listening.

   Ruth asked, "Was it, I don't know how to ask, was it exciting?"

   "Look, it's obvious I'm an exhibitionist, so this is fun and mildly
exciting.  I was terrified when the bus came by.  There was a sexy jolt
when I first thought to walk in the road while a car passed, and it was
frightening and exciting to do it.  Just being naked in front of people
isn't exciting.  It just is." I looked down and held my hands out, meaning
now, as an example.  "I don't want to offend anyone, but bodies are just
bodies.  Everyone has one.  If people can feel sexy and excited by seeing
me nude in an unusual situation, it's pleasant for me, but not sexually
exciting."

   Trish spoke.  "Don't take this the wrong way, Linda, but I saw you model
here last week, and I believe you found that sexually exciting."

   "Oh my god, Trish, it was exciting.  Eric and I can't keep our hands off
each other, and when we're asked for an erotic modeling session, like last
week, we're delighted to do it.  We're excited by each other and feel
comfortable sharing our feelings with artists who are confident enough to
examine the human form in its full range of uninhibited expression."

   "So, you can switch it off, the sexual feelings, I mean." Karen looked
skeptical.

   "It's not so simple, but yes, I switch off the possibility.  The bus
drive-by and standing here now aren't anything special.  I happen to be
nude, and I'm comfortable with it.  The bus thing is a performance, a
part-time job.  It's pleasant with the breeze and the warm sun shining on
my skin.  Eric and I have modeled together many times with standard poses
at community colleges and private groups, are well regarded, and asked to
return.  Nothing explicitly sexual involved."

   "I'm sorry, Linda, I'm old and a little bit slow, if you know what I
mean." Phyllis began talking.  "Did you say last week you and Eric had sex
here, in front of your artist friends?"

   "Well, not right here, but over there, yes." I pointed to Janet's studio
farther up the path.

   "I'll have you know, Linda, I'm desperately jealous you've gotten Eric
into bed.  I saw him first, a couple of years ago in Nice at the Lion's
Ladies Auxiliary Gala.  He paraded around in beautiful, but almost not
there, lingerie.  I swear he got all the ladies of the auxiliary hot and
bothered.  I should have staked a claim then, but waiting for the line of
horny women wanting to grab a feel of his naked ass would have kept me up
way past my bedtime." No one contained their laughter as Phyllis, a feisty,
80-year-old woman, spoke.

   "Well, Phyllis, Eric threatened to dump me for Janet when she agreed to
officiate our wedding nude.  I don't want to encourage you to steal my man,
but maybe you should take the chance and lure him away from me."

   "Don't think I won't try." She looked over to Petie.  "Remember when we
used to sunbathe in the all-together on the little fishing pier at Black
Point.  Chas would find some excuse to come down and work on his boat?  We
used to turn heads then, and you know what, I think we still could."

   To our astonishment, she began loosening her scarf and then unbuttoning
her blouse.  She kept her gaze firmly on me, tossed her blouse back off her
shoulders, draped it over the back of a folding chair, and stepped over to
me.  She whispered.  "Could you undo this thing for me?  It takes me too
long, and I'll look like I'm fumbling along?" I nodded yes, and she turned
around.

   I unhooked her bra, and she held it to her chest as she walked back to
the chair and draped it over her blouse.  Then, she turned and sat down to
untie her shoes and remove her socks.  "I think I'll have to get some
sandals like you have, Linda, before the wedding.  Do they have gold?"

   "Absolutely, Phyllis.  They have solid gold and a tri-tone with gold,
espresso brown, and caramel tan.  Both are beautiful."

   She stood up and plunged her thumbs along her hips into her white
cropped chino pants, and pushed them down to her knees.  She wobbled when
she tried to balance to get it over her knee, and I stepped forward to
support her elbow.  "Thanks, dear, I was trying to be young again.  I think
I'll sit down to finish this part."

   With her butt on the chair, she pulled the pants over her knees and off
her feet.  She stood again and unceremoniously put her thumbs back to her
hips and into the waist of her panties and pushed them down to the deck,
and stood back up.  She looked at me and held out her arms.  "Not as much
meat on my bones or as well supported as you, but it feels damn good to get
some sunshine on this old skin again.  Give me a hug, honey, but no funny
stuff."

   I walked over and whispered, "Bet it wouldn't be your first time,
though." She felt fragile in my arms, and I had to be careful not to
squeeze too hard.  Then, standing back and looking at her body, I saw her
mastectomy and hysterectomy scars, her sagging breast, and wrinkled skin.
But I also saw a radiating spirit of a woman who had fully lived her life
of 80 years and wasn't ready to give up yet.

   "Let me tell you a story.  I've never wanted children.  Back in my day,
before the pill, that meant no sex.  Then, in my early 20s, in the 1950s, I
had cervical cancer.  I was lucky in two ways; I had a rare doctor, a man
who listened to a woman's concerns and took them seriously, and I never
wanted children, which made the treatment easy, a hysterectomy.  Once I
healed, my surgery was liberating, and I discovered I enjoyed sex."

   I laughed and told her, "I'm shocked, shocked, I tell you, that women
can enjoy sex."

   Phyllis smiled and continued.  "I was friends with a lawyer in San
Francisco, a specialist in divorce cases.  No-fault divorce didn't become
law until 1969.  Before then, it was only granted for a few reasons,
adultery being the most frequently cited, but you had to prove it.  In the
1950s, with the legal system dominated by men, proving it could be
difficult.  Many women were victims of what's now called domestic violence.
They needed a divorce to get away from the abuser.  Police or judges
wouldn't believe them.  My lawyer friend delicately asked if I'd be
interested in talking with a private investigator he worked with.

   "It turned out the private detective hired women who would get
acquainted with an abuser whose wife needed a divorce.  She'd try to get
the man to take her to a motel room and get photographs of the man in
flagrante delicto.  The difficult part of the scheme was the detective
usually had to hire prostitutes, and they had records.  If the abuser or
his lawyer suspected this, they could get the evidence thrown out.  I
wasn't a professional sex worker, at least at the start, and they could
search my record all they wanted and not find anything.  I liked sex and
thrilling experiences."

   I was shocked.  "You lured abusing men into compromising situations, and
the detective would burst into the room and take photographs?"

   "Yes, Linda, I did it for a few years, a long time ago.  It wasn't
necessary to actually have sex most of the time, but I often found the guy
physically attractive and would fuck him for fun.  I've kept some of the
better photographs.  I'd bet you'd get some good ideas for poses from
them."

   "I'd love to see them sometime, at your home in Nice?  Eric and I'll
visit sometime, and you can give us some pointers."

   "Enough of all that.  Where's my wine?  I have to mingle and get
noticed." Phyllis wandered off.

   Eric came up to me.  "You're something, and I can't tell you how happy I
am we're getting married.  We may have more nude participants than I
thought possible."

   "Hello, hello, can I have your attention," Janet spoke loudly?  "I
wanted this to be a small gathering where we got to know each other so we'd
all feel comfortable attending Linda and Eric's nuptials in two months. 
However, with Phyllis's bold example, I feel those who will attend the
ceremony nude should get some practice.  We have plenty of room here on the
deck to place your clothes, or if you prefer, you may use the studio as a
changing room.  I'll use it now.  Remember, as Phyllis said, no funny
stuff."

   Janet and Beatrice walked up the path to her studio while those who
remained looked around at each other.  Trish was next to take up the
challenge.  "Fuck it.  I'm in." She stripped off on the deck, moved the
chair Phyllis used to a corner, neatly folded her and Phyllis's clothes,
and stacked them on the seat.

   "I guess it's my turn, but I'm going to ask Petie first if she's alright
with it," Eric said and walked over to his aunt.  She nodded her head, and
he moved to the designated changing area on the deck, removed his clothes,
and stacked them on the patio next to the chair.  Then, he returned to my
side.  " Too bad we have to be on our best behavior."

   Janet and Beatrice emerged from the studio and walked to the deck.  They
both looked younger than the mid-60s I knew them to be.  Both were thin and
fit, with Janet's long gray hair twisted on top of her head and Beatrice's
cut shoulder length.  These beautiful, older women were making me feel
self-conscious being a big girl.  Then I thought of their compliments and
put those thoughts aside.

   It looked like there might be a race between Ben and Michelle on one
side and Ruth and Giselle on the other to get to the studio next, but Ben
and Michelle were closer, and when the path was clear, they moved first.  I
assumed Ruth and Giselle would be next, which left Karen, Sheri, Petie, and
Joan.  I didn't think Joan would be expected to participate since she was
the photographer.  Petie and Phyllis were engaged in a conversation focused
on encouraging Petie.

   Karen walked over.  "I guess it's my turn.  I'm scared, but if you're
okay with being naked around your sister, I'll take the plunge."

   "You're so brave, Karen.  Once you get used to it, you'll love it."

   Before Karen could make her way over to the changing area, Sheri started
taking her clothes off.  Karen went over anyway and started talking while
they both stripped down to their flip-flops.

   It was disorienting seeing a naked Santa and Mrs.  Claus when Ben and
Michelle's returned from the studio.  I got used to it soon enough.  A
moment later, I saw Petie and Phyllis going to the studio.

   Joan went over to the changing area.  Karen and Sheri were still
talking, and at first, I thought she would just join the conversation. 
Instead, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and surprised me by stripping
down to her trainers.

   Petie stuck her head out from behind the studio door.  Eric had shown me
wedding photos, and she was stunningly gorgeous with her perfectly coiffed
blonde hair.  She was clearly a trophy wife when she married Cliff, 35
years her senior, and now at 77, still cut a stunning figure.  It took a
while, but after Ben poured her another glass of chardonnay, she was her
normal vivacious, if nude, self.

   Ruth and Giselle's return from the studio completed our full complement
of 14 nudes.  Janet brought out several bottles of sunscreen, and we
cooked, ate, and drank as if we'd been hanging out naked together for
years. It was an incredible sight mingling with all these wonderful, naked
people.  I was 25, Sheri 18 or 19, Karen 23, Eric 35.  Phyllis was 80,
Petie 77, Janet and Beatrice were in their early 60s, Ben and Michelle
mid-50s.  Joan looked in her mid-40s.  Trish, Ruth, and Giselle were in
their mid-30s.

   Eric and I were on our best behavior, and except for the rare stolen
kiss or finger in an ass crack, nothing sexual or threatening happened.  I
was sure the wedding would be an incredible success.

   I still had the winery show and needed to leave soon.  "Hey guys," I
shouted.  "I have the second part of my show up at the winery and have to
leave in half an hour.  I don't know if anyone wants to visit the winery
and watch, but I've noticed Michelle, Eric, Sheri, and Joan haven't touched
any wine and can be designated drivers.  I'm going to the house and get
dressed.  As much as I'd like to spend the rest of the day nude, I don't
want to tempt legal fate that much.  Janet, Eric, Ben, and Michelle have
already seen that part of the show, so you can all work out arrangements."

   I walked down the path to the house and heard Janet taking charge of
organizing the rest of the afternoon.  I took my time getting dressed.  I
didn't want to think of anything except my show and wanted to have the
other logistics organized without a thought by me.

   Returning to the deck with my gym bag, I saw my sister, Janet, Beatrice,
Joan, and Petie still nude, sitting on the lounge chairs and all except
Joan holding a full wine glass.  The rest were in various states of dress.

   I sat next to Janet on one of the short stools we'd used modeling the
week before.  She filled me in on the details.  "Ruth and Giselle have to
get to the restaurant for the dinner crowd.  The staff can handle it, but
they feel responsible.  They've both been careful with the wine.  Joan came
with Beatrice, and both live in Petaluma.  Since she hasn't had any wine,
Joan can drive Petie and Karen home to Petaluma whenever we finish up our
little party here.  They'll get the cars straightened out in the morning.
You all are heading up to the winery, and you'll figure out how to get home
from there.  Beatrice will stay the night here."

   "I knew you'd sort everything out, Janet.  Thanks so much for a
wonderful afternoon.  I don't know how it could have turned out any
better."

   "We have two months until the wedding, and we need a rehearsal the week
before.  I don't know whether it will be Saturday or Sunday, but I'll get
in touch once we've decided.  You know the most wonderful people, Linda. 
Thanks so much for coming."

   "I'm speechless, Janet."

   We all said our goodbyes to those staying behind.  Three cars turned
left to the winery, and one turned right to Santa Rosa.  We kept our
thoughts to ourselves on the drive up the hill to the winery.  Dan texted
as we pulled to a stop at Ridgetop, and I took my bag directly around the
winery side of the tasting room to get ready in the vineyard.

   My presentation was a smoother version of the one I'd done two days
before.  I spent more time on the 'The Giant's Causeway' and less on the
others.

   Back in the winery, I used the toilet and wandered around among the
fermentation barrels again.  It took longer this time, and I sat waiting by
the door until Eric came to get me.  "Sorry, honey.  There were people here
tasting, and we couldn't chase them out like the tour folks.  There's one
couple still around, so I can go get your clothes if you want.  Phyllis,
Ben, Michelle, Trish, and Sheri are down at the table where we met
Thursday."

   "I don't care one way or the other.  I just don't want to offend
people."

   Eric gave me a hug.  "I have the feeling this job will be like a lot of
my solo modeling assignments.  A little work for good pay and an occasional
pleasant surprise.  I'm afraid there won't be any of those today, though."

   We started walking.  "How was my show?  Honest answer before we meet
everyone."

   "The show itself was smoother than Thursday, no hesitations, but I could
tell your energy level was lower.  I'm sure no one noticed.  Are you
worried?"

   I stopped so we could finish before we meet up at the table.  "I'm sure
I can keep it interesting for Dan's customers.  I love modeling with you so
much, especially when we can do what we did last week at Janet's." I
reached up, pulled his head to me, and covered his mouth with mine.

   He responded in kind and let his hands slide down over my ass cheeks and
squeeze, but we couldn't let this go anywhere further, and I pulled back.
"Thanks, Eric.  It has been a long day."

   We walked over to what I'll always think of as our table.  Ben offered a
glass of chardonnay, and with Eric driving, I accepted.  "Thanks, Ben. 
It's been a long day, and nice to end it with an excellent glass of wine."
I looked up to the tasting room for the first time and was slightly
surprised to see ten people standing around the counter and sitting at
various tables.

   "Eric said there was only one couple left from your normal tastings."

   Ben followed my eyes to the tasting room.  "Late arrivals, we're
officially open until 5:00 and didn't see any reason to close early.  Is it
a problem, Linda?"

   "Oh no, not at all, Ben.  You should know better by now.  I'm surprised,
is all.  I don't want to offend anyone, current circumstances
notwithstanding."

   "You'll never have to worry you're offending anyone up here.  We let our
customers know what might happen, and if it's a problem, they can leave. 
No one left.  The two behind the counter are staff.  We usually have four
people during the main part of the day on weekends and cut back at 3:00."

   "What did you think, Phyllis?" I asked.

   "You do put on a show, Linda.  Remember that fishing pier in Black Point
I talked about with Petie?"

   "Earlier this afternoon?  Yes."

   "Chas was the only person who used to see both Petie and me out there. I
often went by myself during the summer.  Petie worked at Marin County Civic
Center, but I was a waitress in the evenings, and most of my days were
free. Guys would float by in their fishing boats.  I'd get up and give them
a little show, pretending I didn't notice anyone there.  Didn't put
anything up my butt, though, not that I wouldn't have if I knew about such
things, mind you."





   I took another mouthful of wine.  "You're an amazing woman, Phyllis. 
Thanks for what you did today.  It made all the difference." I looked back
up to the tasting room, where they were looking at me.  "I'm going to get
my clothes from the vineyard and head home.  I'm getting hungry and tired."

   I got up, walked around the table, and took the long way down to the
lawn.  I was too worn out to think of anything interesting to do, so I went
to pick up my bag and return to the table.  It must have been enough since
those in the tasting room moved to the terrace when I returned to the
table. Completely ignoring them, I reached for my pants and t-shirt, pulled
them on, and sat down.

   I asked Ben.  "Was Dan happy?  I think you have a better feel for what
he's thinking than I do.  I talk on the phone and some emails."

   "Dan's completely thrilled.  He had 34 customers today, including a
repeat of two of the women from Sebastopol.  He's thinking of multiple trip
discounts and of buying another large bus.  He'd have to sell one of the
two smaller ones and hire another driver."

   I thought a moment, took another mouthful of wine, and looked up to the
group on the terrace.  "Is this going to positively affect your tasting
room traffic too, Ben?"

   "Today's the first day anyone's been here to see you, but it looks
positive to me.  We're moving ahead with plans for the Vixen pinot noir. 
Would you do something to promote Vixen?  Only if you're interested, of
course.  I don't have a plan yet, so you can do whatever you want."

   "Sure, Ben, anything I can do to help Vixen, I will." I looked to Trish.
"What did you guys think?"

   Trish answered.  "A warm spring day in the hills over Napa Valley,
drinking great wine and watching a nude, sexy woman prance around like a
fox.  What's not to like?"

   "Thanks, Trish.  I'm getting exhausted, coming down from the day." I got
up, and my companions followed suit.

   "Except for the wine tour thing, we don't have any modeling before the
wedding, so I might not see you guys," looking to Trish and Sheri, "Until
the week before the wedding.  Thanks for coming today, and have a great
summer.  We'll have lots of fun in July, I'm sure."

   "You're going to have a beautiful wedding you'll remember for the rest
of your life.  Thank you for inviting me to be part of it." Sheri spoke for
the first time I could remember.

   "Thanks, Sheri.  I'm so glad you could be here today and will celebrate
with us in July.  I'll see the rest of you on Tuesday, although I expect
Dan might have additional tours scheduled by then.  Thanks for a wonderful
day."

   We said our goodbyes, and Eric, Phyllis, and I headed up the stairs. 
Phyllis was clearly tired, and I walked beside her in case she needed help.
I tried to smile politely at the group of people on the terrace as they
parted to let us through.  We took Phyllis to Petaluma, and although Petie
wasn't home yet, Phyllis had a key to let herself in.  Then, Eric and I
drove home.

   The next few weeks went by in a blur.  Eric and I finished up the
semester finals when Dan scheduled daily tours for me.  I tried to
accommodate him for two weeks but had to put my foot down for at least one
day off a week.  We settled on Thursdays, but a few days after my first day
off, Dan told me he'd bought a second big bus, an electric MCI seating 60,
and hired another driver, Maria.  He wanted to run two tasting tours a day.

   The negotiations weren't tricky; he offered $200 a day for the two shows
and two consecutive days off a week, Wednesday and Thursday.  My only
counterpoint was to get two Sundays and a Monday off.  Janet scheduled
Sunday the 7th for our wedding rehearsal party, and I needed the 14th and
15th off for my wedding.  Dan told me he'd already scheduled me off for the
wedding and the day after and said the 7th wasn't a problem either.  Janet
had contacted him through Ben at the winery, and they'd made the
arrangements, and I didn't have to worry about anything.

   I was concerned I didn't feel all that excited being nude.  My show
schedule wasn't grueling work, but it did make being naked in public just
something I did.  I'd purchased a variety of jeweled butt plugs and
different length foxtails to mix things up.  Short of explicit sexual
activity, which I wouldn't be able to do for various reasons, nudity was as
exciting as a trip to the convenience store.  In fact, I had become so used
to nudity I was halfway down the apartment complex stairs to drive to
Janet's for my first show of the day before I realized I hadn't put on any
clothes.

   I recognized the shock of suddenly realizing my unexpected nudity where
I could have been seen as the feeling I craved.  I talked with Eric and
Janet, and they both emphasized engaging in legally risky behavior merely
to satisfy my increasing depraved frustration wasn't the wisest strategy.
However, we all agreed after the wedding and the end of summer, when art
modeling resumed, Eric and I would be able to get excited again when we
modeled together.

   Maria worked out well.  Dan explained my part of the tour with her
during the hiring interviews, but you can't be sure until the time comes.
My age and newly married, she told me she and her husband got an exciting
kick out of my shows.  They wanted to start a family and hoped the more
attempts they took to make a baby, the greater the likelihood of success.
She drove a school bus during the year and was happy for the summer
employment.

   The wedding rehearsal went perfectly.  Janet's place was like a second
home, and it was perfectly natural for me to hang out nude there.  I was
surprised we all fit right back into a comfortable nudity zone once the
clothes were off.  One indication of my focus on the shows and wedding was
my surprise at Karen hooking up with Joan, the photographer.  We were all
paired up now.

   I asked Phyllis to give me away and Karen to be my maid of honor.  Ben
was Eric's best man, an easy choice as the only other man.  We did a few
quick run-throughs to practice what to do if we had to rush through the
following week.

   We also nailed down transportation.  Dan would use his smaller van, pick
us up at our homes, drive down to San Francisco and wait during the
ceremony.  Afterward, he'd return us to Hemenway's for the reception and
then take us home later.  I requested all of us to be nude the entire time,
and to help, I handed out my wedding gifts to everyone.

   I'd seen a line of beautiful dressing gowns made for the Kew Royal
Botanical Gardens in Great Britain in a textile magazine.  I thought they'd
be perfect for each of the ladies on the condition the first time they wore
it would be to cover their nudity while walking from their front doors to
Dan's van.  They all agreed.  There was even a vaguely masculine print of
antique maps of the London Underground in large size for Ben and Eric.

   A glorious, cloudless morning greeted Nude Day, my wedding day.  Janet
planned the ceremony for noon.  Ben, Michelle, Beatrice, Eric, and I met at
Janet's to prepare for Dan's arrival.  We undressed and, being in the
woods, disregarded the dressing gowns for the time being.  We loaded some
Champagne, snacks, disposable lunch ware and glasses for our departure at
9:30.

   Our journey took us to Healdsburg for Giselle and Ruth, Cotati for Trish
and Sheri, and Petaluma for Karen, Joan, Petie, and Phyllis.  We all looked
stunning in our gowns walking to the van and equally lovely in the buff
once inside.  Dan installed the tinted shades, so people couldn't look in
during our drive.  Joan assumed bartending duty and opened two bottles of
Champagne, providing each of us with a full flute.

   Tension mounted during the drive south, but when we came out of the
Waldo Grade Tunnel and saw the twin support towers of the Golden Gate
Bridge against the backdrop of San Francisco, we let out a cheer.  It was
beautiful against the blue of the bay and sky.

   We were early and made a scenic detour at the toll complex and wound our
way through the Presidio.  Unfortunately, Dan missed a turn and had to find
his way back onto Mason Street by Chrissy Field.  The moment of truth
arrived when Dan turned into the Lyon Street parking area.  I was surprised
and disappointed at the sight of two motorcycle police officers blocking
traffic as we turned, and a couple more had blocked off a large area of the
parking lot.

   In a panic, I blurted out.  "Oh my god.  Police are all over the place.
They'll never let us get married."

   Janet's serene smile eased my fear.  She reached across the aisle and
placed her hand on my forearm.  "Don't worry, Linda, I know people."

   Dan pulled to a stop in front of a line of six golf carts.  A female
police officer stepped up in the van and announced, "Welcome to the Palace
of Fine Arts.  Your wedding party is to proceed to the dome for your
ceremony.  Please follow me to your transportation."

   Joan jumped out first to begin photography.  I was second, wearing only
a garland of white roses with a white lace veil trailing halfway down my
back and white sandals.  Eric was next, with Janet and the rest following.
We distributed ourselves among the carts and rode proudly to the dome,
where floral arrangements were already artfully displayed.  The brief
ceremony happened precisely as we'd rehearsed it the Sunday before. 
Someone brought the Champagne and wine glasses under the dome for a short
reception.

   We quickly downed another full glass of Champagne and were able to
celebrate and relax and talk in a unique setting and circumstance.  The
police had taken care to block off our route and reception area with some
non-crime scene tape.  It kept onlookers from physically mingling with our
group but not from standing by the taped-off area, watching and taking
photos.  It didn't take long for the grassy areas across the pond to fill
with people also watching the Nude Day wedding.

   Janet's arrangements allowed an hour, and as we got ready to take the
golf carts back to the bus, a reporter for the Chronicle showed.  She
mingled and asked questions while her photographer took images.  I guess
none of the TV stations were notified in time or thought it worth their
efforts.

   We didn't spare the Champagne on the trip north and were a raucous group
when we arrived at Giselle's restaurant.  Janet had wanted it at her house,
but Eric prevailed.  Sunday isn't the busiest day at Hemenway's, and it was
closed for our event.  I asked Dan to join us, but he said as much as we'd
like to, he had a private tour to lead, and as we left the van to walk to
the restaurant, Maria arrived with the large, new bus.  Dan made his
goodbyes and took off with the large bus.

   Maria looked a little lost.  "Hi, Maria.  You're welcome to join us for
the celebratory lunch.  It won't take a long time; we have to leave by
4:00, so the staff can set up for dinner.  So, I guess you'll drive us all
home afterward?"

   "I'd love lunch.  I can't drink, of course.  And congratulations, Linda,
you're married.  Does it feel any different?"

   "Thank you, Maria.  I'm not sure it feels any different yet.  I'm happy
to be married, and our ceremony was definitely unusual, but I feel the same
as this morning." We walked to the restaurant door.

   "Dan told me getting married was a quick decision for you."

   "Yeah.  In fact, I met Dan 15 minutes before Eric and Janet talked me
into this.  It was the first Saturday in May.  I hope you can handle all
the naked women.  Well, there are two naked guys, too."

   "Being around you, I've gotten used to it.  It's not a problem; I feel
safe here."

   "Yeah, I know what you mean."

   "You sound disappointed."

   "Oh, no.  I don't mean to sound that way.  It's gotten so routine and
tame.  Six months ago, I dressed in armor, trying to keep my body hidden.
Today I was married in a nude ceremony, and it's all so safe.  I'd like it
to be exciting again."

   Maria smiled, "Be careful what you wish for." She sat near Joan and
Karen, and I sat next to Eric.

   "Well, husband, it's wonderful you arranged this lunch with Giselle and
Ruth.  I am getting hungry."

   "You are most welcome, my beautiful bride.  You've been so busy with the
wine tours we hadn't been here for a while.  So, I thought it would be a
pleasant interlude."

   "What great wines do we have this afternoon?"

   "We're already feeling the effects of the Champagne, so I thought a few
bottles of a reasonable Puligny-Montrachet Village would be good for most
of the lunch.  We'll have two nice reds closer to the end."

   Time passed far too quickly while we drank and ate.  The highlight of
the afternoon was two bottles of red burgundy.  One had La Tache, 1999 on
the label and the other, Clos de Tart, 2008.  We marveled at our audacity
of being nude in San Francisco.  The beautiful wines were a fitting end to
our Nude Day wedding, and it was time to load up in the van and take people
home.  Ruth and Giselle were staying for the dinner service.  They'd
previously arranged for their clothes at the restaurant.  The rest of us
slipped into our dressing gowns and into the van.

   Maria had all the addresses and the order of delivery.  I didn't need to
think of anything and sat next to Eric.  Janet and Joan were across the
aisle.  "Thanks, Eric, for proposing last May.  This has been a wonderful
day."

   "If you don't mind me saying, you seem sadder than the events of the day
warrant.  Or maybe you're feeling regret?"

   "Oh no, honey.  No regrets whatever.  It's been lovely, and getting
married nude in San Francisco will be a memory I'll always cherish.  I like
the excitement of being nude, not only the fact of it."

   I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I overlooked our van driving straight
from Santa Rosa to Petaluma, missing a stop in Cotati for Trish and Sheri.
We arrived at Petie's house, and after hugs and goodbyes, only Petie left
the van.  I turned to look at Phyllis.  "Are we taking you somewhere else?"

   "I should hope so, Linda.  I understand there's an event up at the
winery this evening.  I saw your tame show up there at the beginning of all
this and wouldn't miss tonight's festivities for the world."

   I had no idea what Phyllis was saying, and looking around at all the
smiling faces, I realized Trish and Sheri were still in the van.  "What's
going on?  Something's happening."

   Janet took pity on me.  "It's our wedding present to you, Linda.  These
past couple of weeks, you've talked with me, disappointed the erotic spark
has disappeared from your nude adventures.  I hadn't planned on having
another erotic session at my studio because we're all away for the summer
or scheduling other things.  But it's your wedding day.  So, I asked Eric
if we could have a special drawing session, 'Linda and Eric's Wedding
Consummation.' All who attended the May erotic session thought it was a
wonderful idea for a present, and I convinced a few others.  Ben wanted an
official launch of Vixen, so we're combining it all into an event up at the
winery."

   Still confused, I saw my sister.  "Are you in on this too?"

   "I am, and Janet asked if I wanted to attend.  You and I are close, but
not that close.  Joan might get a few photos, but watching my sister have
sex on her wedding day is a bridge too far for me.  This is my stop.  I'm
sure this evening will restore your faith in erotic nudity."

   The van pulled to a stop at Karen's, and we hugged, and she departed.  I
turned and looked to the back of the bus.  "You're all in on this?" Heads
shook up and down.

   "Janet, why not at your studio?"

   "It was my original plan, but Eric arranged with Giselle to have lunch
at her restaurant, something about wine he said, and Ben wanted to have a
Vixen release celebration.  One thing led to another, and this is what we
came up with.  Next stop, Ridgetop Winery."

   Michelle continued with the explanation.  "Vixen is labeled and ready to
go.  We thought, what better day to officially release it than its
namesake's wedding day?  We'll have the main wine press come up tomorrow.
We closed the winery at 4:00, so no outsiders.  You've already met the
artists."

   "I wouldn't have minded, to be honest." I was slowly coming to the
realization that Eric and I would soon be erotically posing at the winery.
Lustful energy surged through my stomach and lower regions.

   I looked at Janet and Eric.  "Thank you so much.  I'm surprised, no
shocked, you'd do this for me.  This is going to be so much fun.  Wait.  I
don't have any of my props.  If you're launching Vixen, I at least need my
foxtail."

   "Your gym bag is in the back." Eric volunteered.  "I gathered everything
we'd need this morning.  I knew you'd want to look the part, and I like the
feel of fucking when you're wearing the butt plug."

   I looked back, saw an empty seat next to Phyllis, and went back to sit
with her.  "Can I sit here, Phyllis?"

   "I'm glad for the company, honey."

   "You want to see what Eric and I are doing tonight?"

   "I've told you I love sex.  Unfortunately, the way-of-the-world is that
as a woman gets older, it's too difficult to hook up, as they're so fond of
saying these days.  I'll take my sexual fix where I can.  I'm still going
to try to persuade you to loan me, Eric, for a couple of hours; I regret
missing my chance in Nice at the Auxiliary Gala."

   "I'll give it some thought, Phyllis.  I may owe you for stripping off
and getting things started at Janet's party a few weeks ago."

   She put her hand on my forearm.  "Be still my beating heart.  You two
have fun tonight; I know I will."

   "Thanks, Phyllis.  We've arrived at the winery.  I'm going back up to
Eric."

   I moved up to the front of the van and sat next to Eric.  "Phyllis asked
me to loan you out to her for a couple of hours.  Would you let her have
her way with you?"

   "Not on our wedding night, I wouldn't.  I remember she had a hungry look
in her eyes that night in Nice but showed admirable restraint.  How would
you feel?"

   "I like her, and it's not like there's any possibility of a long-term
relationship developing.  So, I'll think about it.  As you say, though, not
on our wedding night."

   "I'll get your gym bag from the back.  Can you give me some room to get
out?" Eric rose from his seat and turned to step over me.  His cock was
right there in front of my face.  I'd been good all day long, and we'd soon
be having sex at the winery; I took his cock into my mouth and cupped his
balls in my hand.

   He went from soft to semi-hard in seconds, and I leaned back to give him
space.  "Is this enough for you to get through?" I smiled and looked up
into his eyes.

   Janet saw the entire exchange.  "I'd believe your erotic,
exhibitionistic energy is returning, Linda.  I'm looking forward to the
drawing session."

   I didn't feel the least bit guilty with Janet seeing me.  "Thanks again,
Janet, for arranging all this.  It's a complete surprise, and I'm so glad
you did it."

   "Completely my pleasure and I'm sure I'll get some interesting drawings.
I couldn't help overhearing you, Phyllis, and Eric.  What would you think
of a modeling session at my studio with the three of you?  I'd love to draw
Phyllis, and she might have fun."

   Eric returned with my gym bag.  "Did you hear Janet's suggestion, Eric?"

   "I did, and it sounds good to me.  You can ask Phyllis, and we have to
find when we could schedule it.  You're getting so busy with the wine tours
I don't have any time with you.  Except for today, that is."

   More exciting things.  "Maria, you're used to our nudity, but do you
have something to do while Eric and I model for Janet's art group session?
It won't be just nudity."

   "Don't worry, Linda.  I've been fully briefed, and my husband should
already be there.  We'll watch it together.  Trying to get pregnant is hard
work, and we need all the encouragement you can give us."

   I looked over to Janet again and flashed a big grin as we coasted to a
stop at the far end of the Ridgetop tasting room, near the winery.

   Ben stood up to give a deboarding announcement.  "The winery is closed
to the public, so no need for the dressing gowns unless you wish to; it's
Nude Day after all.  The artists participating in the drawing session are
all here as well as a few staff members and a few wine critics who'll be
tasting our new release of Vixen.  We all know what's what.  We've set up a
temporary model stand on the lawn and expect Linda and Eric to also use
Janet's sculptures.  Let's have Joan exit first so we can get complete
photographic coverage."

   We smiled and nodded.

   Ben concluded, "Have fun."

   Joan came down the aisle with her camera, stepped through the door, and
started taking photos.  The late afternoon sun warmed my skin as Eric and I
followed and posed for a few pictures.  Next, we walked to a picnic table
by the tasting room entrance.  I put my hands on the table, stepped my legs
apart, leaned forward, and stuck my butt out.

   "Eric, I need my foxtail." I looked over my shoulder at my husband,
smiled, and wiggled my ass.

   Being the wonderful man he was, Eric immediately set the bag on the
table, extracted the lube, applied a generous glob to his left hand, and
reached for the foxtail.  He twirled the stainless-steel butt plug in his
lubed hand, squatted down to kiss and lick my asshole.  He stood and
smeared some lube there, too, before pushing the tail into my asshole and
checking it was firmly in place.

   I stood up straight and turned to see everyone had exited the bus and
enjoyed our preparations.  Janet handed Eric a towel.  "You'll need to
clean off your hands to attach Linda's ears."

   "Thanks, Janet, but you'll do a better job.  The fox ears are next in
the bag." Eric wiped the lube from his hands while Janet fussed with the
veil and affixed the ears.

   Fully attired in my modeling costume of white sandals, foxtail butt
plug, lace bridal veil, and fox ears, I entered the tasting room.

   All the folding glass doors along the wall facing the vineyards and Napa
Valley were opened, and the lower angle of sunlight bathed the valley in a
soft, golden glow.  The sculpture garden was already half in shadow that
would reach the vines within an hour.  I took a quick look at the people
around the tasting room and terrace.  I counted the ten original Nude Day
celebrants, Maria and her husband, three Ridgetop staff I recognized, nine
or ten artists I remembered from either Oakmont or Janet's previous erotic
session, and three total strangers.  I assumed those three were the wine
critics, two women and one man, here for the official release of Vixen. 
Nearly 30 people were going to watch me fuck my husband on our wedding day.

   Janet came to my side.  "It's your evening, Linda.  You and Eric do
whatever you like for as long as you like.  We'll capture the artistic
record of the event and Joan the photographic.  Of course, none of the
photos will be viewed by anyone else without your approval."

   "I can't thank you enough for all this, Janet.  I hope we'll make it
worth your effort."

   "You already have, honey." Then, completely disregarding our nudity, we
quickly hugged, and I stepped back, smiling.

   "It's showtime."

   I joined Eric on the terrace.  The winery staff, Maria, her husband, and
the wine critics stayed in the tasting room.  The artists and nude guests
sat on chairs near the model stage or on one of the decks cascading down
from the tasting room to the lawn.  Eric had placed a couple of towels in
my bag, and we walked down one of the several stairways to the sculpture
lawn.

   "Janet thinks of everything, including the bolsters and pillows.  Any
ideas how we should proceed?"

   "You're the idea person, Linda, not me.  I'd go with the usual gesture
poses, figure out a couple of half-hour-long poses, and maybe a longer one.
Not very imaginative, I'm afraid."

   "It all sounds good to me, Eric.  We can start on the model stand and
figure out something to do on 'The Giant's Causeway' and 'The Clouds.'
Janet said everything is up to us, so we don't have to fill three hours. 
Sunset is an hour away, so I think we can call it a day when it gets dark."

   We jumped up on the stage to begin our regular routine, except I wore a
foxtail and ears and a bridal veil.  We'd told the artists our plans so
they'd be prepared.  First, we did two of our standard gesture warm-ups. 
Then, I sucked Eric's cock and another of me sitting on his face, with my
tail draped down his head and around his neck.

   Fourteen people were sitting in front of the stage.  Ten clothed artists
and the nude contingent of Janet, Beatrice, Trish, Sheri, and Phyllis. 
Phyllis watched with intense interest.  We finished up with two standing
poses of us fucking.  One with me precariously balanced on one leg with the
other leg wrapped around Eric's back and the other with me bent at the
waist, facing the artists and Eric penetrating me from behind.  I kept my
legs far enough apart most observers could clearly see Eric's cock filling
my pussy.

   We took a break and to look at what people were drawing.  Ben came down
with two half-filled wine glasses and handed one each to Eric and me and
generally announced, "Please go up and help yourself to one of our estate
cabernets or chardonnays." Most got up to get a glass of wine or refill an
empty one.

   "These two glasses contain Vixen," Ben whispered conspiratorially when
those who wanted more wine had gone.  "I have no idea how the wine press
will write up the details of the release party, but they've told me they
love the wine.  Michelle and I decided it was good enough and rare enough
to command an outrageous price, and we won't feel guilty with the critical
backup.  Unfortunately, there are only two barrels this first vintage, so I
can't give it away as freely as I'd like."

   We swirled and took a few sips.  "It never disappoints and is better
each time I've tasted it." I held it up to let the last sun-rays refract
through the ruby red liquid.  "You said you're going to have a public
release event tomorrow; do you want me to come by and do my thing?"

   "I'd appreciate it, Linda.  You don't mind?"

   "Not at all.  You and Janet arranging this little party deserve a
reward. I'm taking the day off from Dan's tours and would be happy to come
up in the afternoon and hang out playing the little Vixen romping in the
garden."

   "Great, Linda.  Noonish would be super and stay as long as you like. 
You can come too, Eric, but unfortunately, you can't do this tomorrow."

   "I understand, but I would enjoy spending the afternoon sipping wine out
here." Eric had a faux-sad expression as he spoke.

   After the wine explorers returned, I said, "Time for work."

   We explained our move to 'The Giant's Causeway' and, after another gulp
of wine, set our glasses on the stage and walked over to the artwork.  I
wanted Eric to fuck me doggie style, well, maybe fox style, and I arranged
myself like a jockey on a racehorse, my knees bent and ass sticking out. 
Eric climbed in behind me and, moving my tail out of the way, inserted his
hard cock halfway into my cunt.  It wasn't the most comfortable position,
but we could move and keep the viewing pathways open.

   We held the pose for 20 minutes and had to break.  I was getting antsy
anyway and wanted to move on to something providing more friction to my
clit.  We moved to 'The Clouds,' and I had Eric find a way to lie on his
back so I could mount him and rub my clit on his pubic bone.  It took a few
minutes of experimentation to find something comfortable for Eric with
enough leverage for me.  We found our balance and peacefully posed in the
dwindling light.

   Five minutes in, I heard the crunchy sound of something heavy rolling
over gravel by the tasting room.  I looked behind me to see Dan's big, new
electric bus slowly moving past a sliver of open space on the south end of
the tasting room between the building and the oak woodlands.  A moment
later, the crunchy gravel sound was replaced with a loud hum of casual
conversation among many people, and the tasting room began filling with
more people than I could count.

   First: the panic hit that I'd been caught outside fucking by a group of
casual, wine-tasting tourists; next, a tremendous jolt of lust cascaded
through my body when I realized I'd been caught outside fucking by a group
of relaxed, wine-tasting tourists.  Slowly, as the trembling subsided and I
looked at Eric's smiling face, I realized I must have received my most
exciting wedding present yet.

   "What did you do, Eric?"

   "Me?  Do something?  I'm completely innocent, as always."

   "You're only slightly less innocent than I am, my wonderful husband." I
lowered my mouth to his and kissed him with all the considerable passion
surging through my body.  I felt his hand caress my ass cheek, grab hold of
the butt plug, and gently pull and push it in an exquisitely exciting dance
against my asshole.  I could have easily come but wanted to prolong the
pleasure and give my new audience something more to remember.

   I pulled back from our kiss.  "I want this to continue for a while,
Eric, and you do have to tell me what's happened." He knew what I meant and
stopped teasing my ass.

   "Dan's always said many of his customers wanted to get a closer, more
intimate look at you.  Ben says the same thing about customers at the
winery; there's always disappointment and tension keeping the doors closed.
So, a few weeks ago, when Janet first mentioned the erotic modeling
session, I thought there might be an opportunity for Dan to arrange an
exceptional wine tasting event for only his most select customers.  He
agreed."

   I couldn't help my eyes watering with tears of joy.  "You've all gone to
so much trouble to help me feel excited about modeling again.  How many
people are on the bus?"

   "I'm sure it's full, which would be 60."

   "Where did he find so many people who'd want to do this?"

   "I think they're all repeat customers.  Dan said the Sebastopol
contingent has grown to 20 women, plus or minus, and I think they're all
here.  Some from Seattle were on that first scheduled tour in May and
returned to be here this evening.  Dan keeps track of the repeat customers
and enticed them for this trip by only requiring the wine tasting fee,
which Ben reduced further.  I'm sure he'll tell you another time.  He wants
to keep in the background and keep his customers in line."

   "Well, we'll have to give them a good show.  I've got an idea for the
next pose and the one after, but we'll have to get the stage moved over to
'The Tree,' the one closest to the tasting room.  I don't think it's
difficult.  We'll enlist a few volunteers to move it."

   "Your wish is my command, but unfortunately, my right leg's going to
cramp up.  I'll need a break for a couple of minutes anyway."

   We broke the pose and gingerly climbed off 'The Clouds.' I asked Janet
if she could organize a group to move the model stand over to 'The Tree.'
They almost moved it before we could get back and hold our still
quarter-full wine glasses.  While we waited, I wandered over to Phyllis and
asked how she was doing.

   She took a sip of her chardonnay before answering.  "Honey, I haven't
had this much fun in decades.  Janet chatted with me a while ago and asked
if I'd be interested in modeling with you two some time.  I thought of
volunteering for your next pose, but with all these people and it being
your wedding night, so to speak, I deferred until a later date.  I did tell
her to get cracking, though.  I'm 80, after all, and we never know how much
time we have left."

   She surprised me.  "Do you have health problems?"

   "Not any more than a normal old woman." She waved her free hand over her
body.  "It's all visible to the naked eye.  I used to smoke but quit 30
years ago.  I do like my glass of wine, or two, though.  Janet said she'd
arrange something soon.  Are you sure you two won't mind?"

   "As soon as Janet mentioned the possibility on the van before we
arrived, I couldn't stop smiling." I leaned in to get closer to whisper. 
"Well, that and fucking in front of all these people.  You'll like it,
Phyllis."

   "I'm sure I will.  You better get all the sex you want from Eric before
then.  I'm planning on stealing him away from you.  If you're lucky, maybe
I'll loan him back once in a while.  Oh, don't forget the lube, lots of
lube."

   "I'll keep it in mind, Phyllis.  It looks like it's time for me to get
back to work.  Have fun, but not more than me." She smiled and took another
sip of wine.

   I moved to the edge of the stage and sat down.  Eric went off to get us
another glass of wine and sat next to me when he returned.  "It's surreal
up there.  Ben and Michelle are behind the counter pouring wine in the
nude, and their staff is busily delivering glasses to the tour members. 
Dan's customers are visibly excited.  I remember him telling you his
customers moved to the back of the bus after the first tour and looked to
be making out.  He'll have to hose down the inside of his new bus tonight."

   The sun had gone down behind the tasting room some time ago, but it
looked like official sunset had arrived as the opposite side of the valley
shaded into shadow.  "I'd like to get two more poses in, but I'm afraid the
light will fade too quickly."

   "We better get to it then.  What do you want me to do?"

   "Let's do a pose where we're lying on our sides, with you behind me,
spooning.  We prop our bodies upon our arms, angle our knees and legs so my
crotch is wide open, and you enter me from behind.  You'll have to figure
out what to do with my tail, but you're smart."

   "Anything where we end up fucking is fine with me.  Especially on our
wedding night."

   We laid the bolster in the center of the stage, and I rested on my right
side with my head propped up with my right hand.  My right leg was bent at
my hip and knee and lying flat on the stage with my left leg turned the
same but raised up.  Eric took a similar pose behind me but held his body
up with his extended right arm and moved his hip and leg to get the best
angle to enter my cunt.  He slowly stroked his cock in and out a few times
before halting his movement fully buried in my pussy.  We turned our heads
to look into each other's eyes, and Eric caressed my left tit with his left
hand, and I rubbed my clit with mine.

   After half an hour of our pose, magic hour turned to dusk and would
progress swiftly into night.  "I think we'll have to end things in a few
minutes, Eric.  It'll be too dark to continue." As soon as I said it, a
spotlight magically illuminated our erotic tableau.

   Eric spoke.  "I thought Ben had spotlights for the sculptures.  We
haven't been here when it's dark enough to see them working."

   "This is cool, Eric.  We've never had a spotlight on our fucking before.
We can do the last pose I wanted.  I've been rubbing my clit and getting
excited, but not close.  I'll come during the next pose, but can you start
thrusting in your restrained, gentlemanly way?  We don't have to hold still
at this point.  " My darling husband acted on my desires.

   Eric's cock actively sliding in my pussy had the added pleasure of
jostling the butt plug and stimulating my ass.  I could have worked up to
an orgasm but wanted our final pose to be the climax.  I waited another
five minutes.  "Time to change to our final pose, husband." We broke our
slow-motion pose.

   I turned and pushed up to all fours and stretched.  "I need your cock in
my ass for this last pose, but I'll need some help from Trish to get us set
up.  Did you bring the rope?"

   "Do bears shit in the woods?  Are you going to ask Trish to join us in
the pose?"

   "It's our wedding night, and I want to keep this between us." I looked
up at all the people watching, started laughing with Eric joining in. 
Then, I stood to get Trish.

   As I passed, I smiled and nodded to Phyllis.  She'd moved next to Janet
and Beatrice and was becoming good friends with both.  Trish and Sheri
weren't too far back in the drawing group.  "Since you've remained nude,
Eric wanted me to ask if you'd join us for the next pose.  Before you get
excited, I told him I want my wedding night between my husband and me,
mostly."

   "I'm terribly disappointed, Linda.  I bet Sheri and I could show you a
better time than some random older guy." However, she was smiling, and I
knew she wasn't entirely serious.  She'd also wrapped her hand around my
inner thigh, gingerly held my tail, and gently pulled it while speaking.

   "I'm sure you could, and maybe we can talk with Janet to schedule
something soon.  I do have something you could do, though.  I'll need some
help tying my hand to the tree for the next pose.  Can you help?"

   "Sure, Linda.  I'd be happy to."

   On the walk back to the stage, I described the pose.  "Eric will sit
with his back against the tree, and I'll squat over him in provocatively,
sitting on his lap.  I need to be able to help support myself from overhead
using only one arm.  We can loop the rope over the branches of Janet's
artwork, but I can't figure out how long to make it until I'm sitting on
Eric.  Your job is determining how long the rope needs to be and tie it
up."

   Back at the stand, I explained it to Eric.  He put a bolster against the
tree, sat down, and spread his legs as far apart as he could.  His hard
cock stuck straight up, mimicking the tree behind him.  I reached into my
gym bag and got the lube and a towel.  I spread the lube over Eric's cock,
pulled the foxtail out of my ass, and wrapped it in the towel.  I applied
some more of the lube on my still gaping ass, turned my back to Eric, and
squatted down in front of him until my asshole slid over his cock, and I
was fully impaled.  It felt so good to have a live, actual cock slide into
my ass.

   Eric supported my back as I leaned onto my right arm and raised my left
arm over my head.  Trish stood on the stage next to Eric.  "Okay, Trish.  I
want to hold onto the rope with my left arm," I wiggled my fingers, "While
kissing Eric and using my right hand to rub my clit.  Eric will massage my
breasts with his left hand and support my back with his right.  I think
he's firmly leaning on 'The Tree,' so we're supported there."

   Trish picked up the rope, looked overhead at the branches, and how she'd
get the rope secured and hanging down to my hand.  "Just to warn you, I
have to straddle the two of you to reach the branches and loop the rope
over.  I'm not trying to rub my pussy in your face, Linda, but accidents
happen."

   She stepped over us and turned towards 'The Tree' in one graceful move.
She looked down when she was positioned to say, "Don't worry, guys, it's
your wedding night.  I'll be good.  Take a look at what you're missing,
though, and make some plans for when we model together." Then, she got to
work on the rope, and I examined her spread pussy, a few tantalizing inches
away.

   Unlike me, Trish was completely clean-shaven, probably waxed.  I'd
noticed Sheri and my sister were similarly shorn down there.  I must be out
of step with the current trends in pubic hairdressing.  Trish's inner labia
were long and dangly and looked kiss- and suck-able.  Something to look
forward to in a future modeling session.

   Trish finished attaching the rope to the tree and stepped back to adjust
its length to properly support my arm, hand, and body.  "Linda, can you
bring your knees together?" I had then splayed open to the side.

   "Sure, Trish, whatever you need." As soon as I raised them, she sat
down. She was better positioned to tie the rope ends together to support my
body, but she also took advantage of my bony knees to rub her clit.

   She directed my attention above.  "Is this a good height for you to
hold?" She'd made three midshipman's hitches on the two free ends of the
rope and wanted to make sure they were high enough to do a good job.

   I tried them out and found I could put my arm through the lower one,
grab onto a higher one and use the leverage of my arm to comfortably
support myself.  "Great, Trish.  Where did you learn to tie such excellent
knots?"

   "I took oceanography at Cal Maritime in Vallejo.  All the students have
to learn to sail, which means learning knots." She finished up with a Lapp
knot, tying the two ends together, and stood, turned, and jumped down to
the lawn.  "Let me check how your pose looks from here.  Spread your knees
again, Linda.  Get into character."

   Eric was sitting on the stage, leaning back against 'The Tree' with his
legs straight and spread apart.  My feet were against his thighs.  I'd
squatted down with his cock in my asshole and my back against his chest.  I
kept my knees bent and my legs spread as wide apart as I could.  I angled
to my right enough to raise my left arm behind Eric's head and reach up to
the rope to hold my body up.  I fingered my cunt with my right hand.

   "Eric, can you pinch my nipple with your left hand?" I looked at Trish
when Eric moved his hand to my tit.  He also pushed against my right ass
cheek with his right hand to help support me.

   Trish smiled as she looked us over.  Before she spoke, she bent down,
traced her finger up Eric's cock, and circled my vulva.  "It looks like
Christmas morning at my house.  Exciting and fun for everyone.  I'll leave
you to it." I'd been focused on getting the pose set, and Trish was in
front of us, working the rope and blocking the pose.  She turned to walk
back to Sheri and her drawings.

   Eric and I were wholly exposed to over eighty people, and I imagined the
view they had.  My legs were spread far apart, with Eric's hard cock lost
in my asshole and the spread-wide, dripping petals of my cunt lips.  My
finger was unobtrusively positioned over my clit, providing slow and
constant stimulation to my dark inner core, and Eric squeezed my nipple.  I
tilted my head to kiss Eric and closed my eyes to float in the sensations I
felt and the excitement of revealing myself to all these people.

   I recognized Janet's voice quietly exclaiming, "Oh, my," and could
faintly hear the movement of chairs and people near the stage.  I felt
something press onto the stand and looked to see Janet leaning on her knee.
She reached out and cupped the underside of my right breast and squeezed my
nipple with her thumb and forefinger.  "Thank you so much, Linda.  This is
the greatest gift you could give us today."

   I could have stayed in that position all night except for the increasing
crescendo from my clitoral ministrations.  I remember thinking only a few
minutes had passed but decided to give up all restraint and began tilting
my pelvis to get more pressure from my finger and clenching my ass cheeks
to raise and lower my asshole for more friction from Eric's cock.  Eric
responded immediately and began lifting me up and down on his cock.  It
must have been only 30 seconds before I started convulsing in one of the
strongest orgasms I'd ever experienced.

   I managed to keep ahold of the rope while overtaken over by my orgasm. I
pushed my legs straight in front of me and pressed into my pussy as hard as
possible with my hand.  I closed my eyes, and the stars in the sky were
replaced by fireworks in my head as my body stiffened, exploded, and
trembled.  I vaguely remember falling back onto Eric and feeling both his
hands holding my breasts as I tried to balance on top of him and regain my
breath.

   I relaxed my grip on the rope and let my arms fall around Eric's neck.
He held my breasts as we slid off 'The Tree' to the left and were on our
sides when Eric's cock slipped out of my utterly relaxed asshole.  Eric
reached for a towel to wipe over my cunt and ass; I'd evidently squirted
something, and of course, the general mess of ass fucking.

   I'd hoped it wasn't too long, but I returned to the land of the living,
turned onto my back, and propped up on my elbows.

   Eric and I looked at each other, kissing and cuddling for a few minutes.
Then, I held his hard cock in my hand.  "You didn't come tonight."

   "We'll take care of that at home.  Do you mind leaving soon?"

   "I think it's time.  The sun's been down a while, and it's nearly dark."
I looked up to the artists and tasting room.  "We'll have to run a minor
gauntlet to get to our bus, and getting everyone organized will be like
herding cats.  So, we'd better get to it."

   I went over to Janet to tell her we were finished, and she took over
organizing our departure.  "Get your things, Linda, and leave everything
else to me.  Thank you so much for letting us share in your joy.  We'll
meet you and Eric up top in a few minutes."

   Eric and I quickly packed the gym bag, grabbed our wine glasses, said
our thanks and goodbyes as we made our way through the artists finishing up
their work and walked up the stairs.  We'd snagged Phyllis on the way to
help if she needed it with the stairs.

   We got to the tasting room, and Eric partially refilled our wine
glasses, and we mingled for a few minutes while things wound down.  Dan was
trying to get his people back in the bus for the trip back to wherever he
picked them up.  So many people wanted to get a close-up view of me.  With
my faith in erotic nudity restored, I enjoyed the attention.  I stood on
one of the tables and displayed my bending and spreading moves so they
could get a very close-up view.

   Finally feeling emotionally worn out from the adventures of the day,
Eric and I waved to Ben and Michelle as we left the tasting room and to Dan
as we passed the bus on our walk to the van.  Except for Maria, we were the
first back to our van, and she opened the door for the three of us.

   We sat three rows back, Eric and I on one side and Phyllis across the
aisle.  "Did you enjoy your evening at the winery, Phyllis?"

   "After seeing you and Eric tonight, you can call me Phil, but don't let
anyone else do it.  I'm very particular."

   "Thank you, Phil; we're honored."

   "You'll feel even more honored after we model together.  To answer your
question, though, it was invigorating.  You two do something I should think
is difficult; you keep the pose visually open yet emotionally intimate.  I
like that.  You'll have a long and interesting marriage."

   I looked at Eric.  "I think you're right, Phil."

   Epilogue

   Janet contacted an airbrush artist and arranged to create some foxlike
body paint for my appearance at the public release of Vixen wine event at
Ridgetop Winery the next day.  It went well; the painting and the extended
show.

   Dan's tours continued to grow.  We hired some more women to handle the
additional scheduling and give me some time off for school.  Eric contacted
some of the female models he'd worked with, and together we came up with a
plan to continue and expand the offerings.

   Eric and I went to New Orleans later in the summer and decided to go
with their graduate geology program.  We'll move there when we graduate in
June next year.

   We did model with Phil and with Trish and Sheri.  Both of those sessions
were special.

   Our Nude Day Wedding made the Chronicle, and through their wire
services, the Press Democrat.  We were all local celebrities for a few
weeks and took some good-natured ribbing when the semester began in
September.

   Eric and I signed up to cook and drive for the many geology field trips
scheduled in the fall and spring semesters.  We spent a lot of time in
Death Valley and had time during the day on those field trips to find
exciting places to wander around nude, often with the chance of a public
encounter.
   Life was never dull.