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 ï>¿Rita's Memoir - Yoga by KnightlySeducer

   Rita's Memoir - Yoga Ch.  01

   Rita gets watched while stretching.

   We were finally able to get a long weekend away in the early October. 
Well, what passes for Fall in Florida isn't much different than any other
season, but in North Carolina we'd get some cooler weather and lower
humidity.  It was a long weekend for just the two of us.

   The drive up was pleasant as that too gave us time to spend with each
other.  We left early and got to our B&B around five in the evening, a
beautiful old Victorian that had been wonderfully restored.  Located just
outside of downtown, it sat on probably a quarter acre lot full of trees
and several distinct garden areas.  These gave you areas to choose where to
relax either with others or more seclude to have quiet talks or read, or
just sit with a glass of wine which was available to all the guests each
evening from four till six.

   I was initially a bit upset at being given a room in what had at one
time been the carriage house as I loved older homes and wanted to explore
the main house.  It turned into an amazing bonus for our weekend.  A
carriage house is generally what today would be a garage combined with a
junk shed, but this one had been fitted with modern conveniences and
remodeled like the house, with period furnishing and all the charm of the
main house.  Unlike the main house, it was also separated from the busyness
of the parlor, kitchen, and dining room.  While only breakfast was served
-- and that was always spectacular over our four-day stay -- it seemed
there was always activity up there.

   We had some wine the first evening and took a tour of the house, meeting
other guests as they came in for wine or coffee.  B&Bs must attract a
certain clientele as I noticed everyone here this first day was in their
thirties or forties and there were no children.  This wasn't a cheap place
either, so I knew this group were all fairly comfortable but casual about
their situation.  Not a big place, having just eight rooms in the main
house and two more in the carriage house, it looked like the place was full
by my count.

   Tony and I walked the mile into town that Thursday evening to grab some
supper and strolled back after ten hand-in-hand enjoying the cool night
air. Walking up the drive and past the main house, we noticed about half
the room were already dark and there was only minimal lighting at the back
of the property where our room was.  We decided to spend a few minutes
sitting in the small garden behind the house simply enjoying each other's
company; no TV, no chores, no work in the morning.  The half-wall and
plants surrounding the garden gave you a sense of being completely alone
and Tony let his hands begin to roam over me in the shadows.  I adored his
touch and had a libido that matched his so he got no objection from me as I
rubbed the hardness rising in his slacks.  If it hadn't been a bricked
patio with just two small metal bistro tables with matching chairs and four
rocking chairs, I probably wouldn't have insisted we return to the room to
make love.  The crisp, clean air felt wonderful on my breasts that Tony had
exposed, have unbuttoned my blouse as we had sat in the serene darkness, as
we traversed the short ten steps to our entrance door.  I smiled, the
weekend was starting off wonderfully.

   Sunrise came early but it beat the clamoring of an unforgiving alarm
clock.  The light filled our room by seven though we had no urgent business
to do so early, our breakfast was at nine thirty.  We thought it would be
nice to sleep in on vacation, but the body -- and an insistent sun -- have
their own internal clocks.  Still there was no need to rush that gorgeous
morning.  Tony got up and slipped on a pair of boxers, we'd both slept nude
under the snuggly down comforter in the big four poster bed.  The bathroom
was nicely appointed, and I could lay where I was and watch my husband,
lover, and best friend as he entered and began to wash his face and run a
razor across his stubble.

   "You just gonna lay there?" he asked looking over.

   "Shhh," I said to him, "I'm watching a nearly naked man and he's really
cute." I smiled sitting up, exposed from the waist up.

   "Cute, huh?  You mean he's got a nice dick," he replied, tilting his
head and moving the razor along his neck.

   "Well, maybe.  He's got shorts on, I can't tell," I teased.

   He used his free hand to push his shorts down as he continued to shave.

   "Mmm, he has a really nice tush," I smiled, so very much in love.  And
lust.  What can I say, I really like sex with this guy.

   He bent and washed the his now smooth face in the sink, his butt facing
right at me.

   He reached out and swung the door closed.

   "Hey!" I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

   "Just a sec, you horny wench," Tony replied.  The unmistakable sound of
water flowing into the toilet followed as he emptied himself.  He swung the
door open again.

   "So, does he have a nice dick?"

   My eyes sparkling I replied, "It was better last night, but yeah."

   "You're insatiable," Tony smiled walking over to the bed already
beginning to remind me of last night.

   "And you have a problem with that?"

   We kissed deeply as his hands caressed my breasts, his thumbs making
circles in just the right place with just the right pressure.  I purred.

   "I love you, Rita," Tony said looking into my eyes.  I had not the
slightest doubt of that.

   I glanced down.  "You kinda like me too, huh?"

   "Yeah, kinda," he replied, pinching my nipples gently and kissing me
again.  The kiss lingered, our lips and tongues engaging in a kama sutra of
moves filled with passion.

   Tony pulled back the sheets and put his hands between my thighs.

   "Uh-uh." I said, drawing a frown from Tony.  "I gotta pee bad.  And you
promised me you'd finish up that project this morning so we would have the
whole weekend free of worry."

   Tony flashed his most charming smile, "C'mon, you gonna leave me like
this?"

   "Yep," I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and stepping
toward the bathroom.

   "Really?" He wrapped his arms round my waist and pulled us together, his
full, swollen cock sitting on the top of my ass.

   "Tony, you promised.  The rest of the weekend, as often as you want,
wherever and whatever.  Now let me go before I wet myself," I swore as I
pried his hand of me.

   As closed the bathroom door I heard him say, "Alright, lady, but I'm
going to hold you to that." I prayed he would!

   The room was nice, but not big at all.  The four-poster bed took up a
lot of room.  There were two Queen Anne chairs, one in each corner about
two feet from the foot of the bed, and the bathroom was just a step or so
to the right, with a closet on that wall too.  To the left was a large
picture window and the entrance to the room.  The window, seven feet high
and about eight wide was divided into multiple lights in keeping with the
style of the main house and took up most the entire wall.  I was thrilled
with how much light it let in so that the room didn't feel tight at all
though it was.  I hadn't paid any attention last night either, that it was
covered with just a sheer, there were no drapes.  Probably why there were
no lights on the back of the house and just a couple low path lights. 
Looking out from the bathroom, I was glad we hadn't turned on a light
during our love-making last night, it was not even as private as frosted
glass might be!  Ohmigod, I couldn't remember if we'd closed the bathroom
door when we had bathed -- and I know we walked around after our showers.
Suddenly, I got a tingle, a warmth filling me.  Maybe I had been seen!

   "Babe, go outside and see if you can see in here, okay?" I said to Tony
as I stood naked in the doorway of the bathroom.

   "I can see you just fine from here," he said smiling.  Then, "Do you
like the idea?" he nodded toward the window.

   I knew my body was giving away any bluff I might try, I could feel my
breasts flushing and my nipples getting hard.

   "I...  I want to know, that's all," I began.  Tony knew me so well, all
I could do was smile at him.  "Yeah, I...  I don't mind.  It's exciting,
but I'd like to know that I'm being seen, and don't try to fool me mister,
you want to know too," I said as sternly as possible.

   Tony slipped on some shorts and a polo shirt, then pulled on his
sneakers, watching me the entire time with a little smile.  I didn't move,
made no attempt to cover up even when he opened the door.  He knew I liked
it.  We both did.

   He walked outside leaving the door ajar.  He wandered about ten feet to
the entrance to the garden and then glanced around like he was just
admiring the place, trying not to be obvious.  I wasn't sure if he could
see me or not, but he made a gesture with his fingers like they were
walking -- I could clearly see him!  I walked around the bed to right by
the sheer covered window, then did a little ta-da!  pose.  He walked over
to one side of the garden, then the other, again appearing to just be
checking out the greenery and path.  Finally he came back to the room.

   "You want me to close this?" he smirked from the door.

   "Tony!" I snapped.

   He laughed and closed the door.  "Relax, babe, all I could make out is
shadows until you got right near the window.  There it's clearer, but still
not like..."

   "Like a window?" I asked perturbed.  "Did you know about this?"

   "You picked the place, Ree, not me," he looked hurt by my accusation. 
The last two years had been a lot, with both of us discovering much about
our sexuality; my desires and his, our mutual inclination, the problems
this had caused in our personal lives and business.  We'd grown much closer
and I had admitted long ago that I needed this, that it enhanced us, was a
source of pleasure and intimacy but still I dealt with the taboo and
societal expectations.

   "I meant did you realize this last night?" I said taking his hands and
kissing them.

   There was laughter in his eyes, "Let's see, we sat outside after dinner
and I undid your shirt, then we came in here and got naked in bed ripping
each other's clothes off and spent an hour.."

   "Forty-five minutes." I cut in.

   "An hour making love.  Did I notice the window?  Seriously?" he asked.
"With that in front of me?" his eyes ran over my body, desire in them
always.

   I stepped to him and wrapped my arms around him.  "in front of, under,
and on top of you," I whispered in his ear, and giggled.

   Tony laughed too.  "I seem to recall something about that, yeah."

   I pressed my nude body against his, feeling his manhood.  "Yeah, I'll
bet you do." We kissed enthusiastically.

   Tony lifted me and lay me on the bed.

   "Uh-uh, no." I said trying to be serious.  "You get out your laptop and
finish that work.  Please, Babe?  I want you to just relax the rest of the
weekend.  Please?"

   He rolled his eyes and got off the bed where he'd been leaning over me.
He stepped to his bag and got out the laptop.  Looking at me, he shook his
head, "You just gonna lay there naked?"

   "Just making sure you know what you get when you're finished," I smiled
and opened my legs a bit.

   He grinned and plopped down in the chair by the window and opened the
computer on his lap.

   I sat up and looked about the room, then shrugged.  There wasn't much
room to do my morning routine, but I had now made this a habit and was
going to stick to it.  Kim had done yoga for years, and I admired her for
it.  After that first...  well, the first time I had to work as a hostess
at the KDE hospitality suite, I let my ego get the best of me.  It's not
that I was fat or anything, despite having two kids, but I wanted to look
good if all those men were going to be devouring me with their eyes.  There
was a good side to that entire episode, even with the stress.

   So I began yoga, and three times a week at the gym, skipping lunch for a
protein drink on those days.  It wasn't obsessive, the weights were light,
just for toning some.  The yoga kept me flexible and got me in a good mood
for the day, having twenty minutes or so to myself each morning.  The bonus
was Tony loved it, often just sitting quietly and watching.

   I pulled on an unlined pink lounge bra and high waisted sports leggings
in light grey.  I caught Tony looking over the computer as I pulled them
up. I smiled inside, and purposely spent a little time wiggling and
adjusting them.

   "Damnit," he said, surprising me.  I thought maybe I was distracting him
too much.

   "What?" I asked seductively.

   He was closing the laptop.  "I can't get a good signal here.  I thought
you said there was wifi here?"

   "Roger said that we might not get it here, something about where the
router was in the house," I recalled the conversation with the host when I
checked in.

   "That's freaking great," Tony said, a sour look on his face.

   "Oh, quit pouting.  Go up to the house, get some coffee, and find a
place to work.  You can sit on the porch or anywhere near the house.  I'll
do my salutation and join you in a bit."

   "Like that?" he smiled at me.  I didn't have to look in the mirror, I
knew both the top and bottom were thin and that every bump and curve
showed. What I wasn't sure of was whether that was a dare or concern.

   "Of course not, sweetheart, I'll put shoes on," I mocked.

   He was beaming.  "Maybe toss a shirt on too?  We haven't met anyone here
yet."

   "You think?" I asked looking down at my chest and the two prominent
bumps.  "Maybe I should grab a skirt or shorts too?"

   "Naw, no need to dress like an old maid," he winked.

   "Get outa here," I motioned to him.  Tony put the laptop on the edge of
the bed and came over to me, pulling me into his arms.  I love being hugged
by him!

   He kissed me and said, "You're so damn hot!  How'd I get so lucky?" Then
he grabbed the back of my tights and tugged them upward, smacked me on the
ass, and headed for the door.

   I tried laying out my yoga mat in a couple places in the room to no
avail.  The mat barely fit, and I knew I'd feel constricted working between
the bed and wall, or bed and window, or the bed and...  Well, shit, this is
a lot of bed!  I sighed.  I opened the door and looked at our porch.  It
wasn't a big wraparound like on the main house, but more of a stoop.  It
was also about four by eight and done in a composite decking material, very
clean and smooth.  I guess we're going to be outside.

   I use the Surya Namaskara B Sun Salutation, nineteen steps that I run
through three times, then I do a warm down of balance and sitting moves
usually running me about twenty-five minutes in total.  Tony says he
doesn't have a favorite, he just likes watching me.

   The morning was crisp, exactly why we'd come up to North Carolina.  I
didn't see or hear any movement from the adjoining room in the carriage
house, and the only windows in the main house facing us were on the third
floor so I felt like I was in a private outdoor studio.  In fact, I sat for
several minutes soaking in the clean air and listening to nature.

   The stoop was open, no railings, and to the right was a garden with
three birdfeeders that were getting lots of activity.  I rolled out my mat
and began facing that direction, the bright flashes of lively colors added
to my joy and relaxation.

   I was in my second cycle, in the downward facing dog pose, step seven,
bending my knees one at a time to open my shoulders and melting into each
breath when I became conscious that someone was near.  I think I heard a
noise that i ignored as I proceeded through my movements, but opening my
eyes -- I like to keep them closed -- I saw two feet behind me.  Mind you,
I'm bent over looking through my own legs, ass high, when I see these two
brown boat shoes and ankles an arms-length behind me.  I know how thin
these leggings are and what's being pushed back toward this stranger.  I
was immediately stimulated, I hadn't put on panties, so it was one thin
stretchy layer keeping him from seeing my hidden treasure.

   "Good morning.  It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?" I said with cheer,
holding my pose.

   "It certainly is beautiful," he said not missing a beat.

   I moved into my next pose, warrior 1, turning to face him.  He had a
dopey grin on his face, but to his credit he looked me right in the eyes. I
guessed he was probably fifty and not bad looking.

   "I didn't know anyone was next door to us," I said.  Offering my hand,
"I'm Rita, nice to meet you."

   His hand was soft, he wasn't a manual laborer type, "I'm George, and I'm
pretty sure the pleasure is all mine," he smiled and winked.

   I smiled and moved back to my pose, pushing my chest toward him. 
Something about his candor was disarming and intriquing.

   "What would your wife say, George?"

   His smile was broad and genuine, "She'd say she was surprised I didn't
have a heart attack, walking out the door and finding a beautiful young
woman shoving her gee at me."

   I had to break my pose as I began to laugh.  While I had never heard the
term 'gee' before, I knew what part of my anatomy had been in his line of
sight.  "I was doing no such thing, you naughty man," I swatted at him. 
"Your door is a good five feet back there, more likely you were sneaking up
on an innocent young thing," I affected a shocked look.

   "Young, yes, but innocent?" he said.

   I acted shocked again, but really liked his quickness and
forthrightness.

   "Listen, it was really a joy to meet you, Rita," he offered his hand
this time, "but I think I better head up to the house and get some coffee
and recuperate before Sandy joins me for breakfast."

   "Nine thirty breakfast?" I asked.

   He nodded.

   "I'll be there too.  I'm joining my husband.  Tony's up there now. 
You'll find him easily, he's the one working on his laptop, dark hair and a
blue and black plaid polo.  Tell him to get us a table for four, we'll eat
together and get acquainted," I suggested.

   "If you think Tony won't mind," he seemed to accept.

   "He'll be fine," I winked, "just tell him how we met."

   His eyebrows went high.  "Are you sure that's a good idea?  I'm not sure
I need a beating first thing in the morning."

   "Trust me.  I just want to be there when you tell Sandy.  See you
later," I said and turned my back to him to resume my posing.  I don't know
how long he was there, honestly, but I'm pretty sure it was at least
through pose eleven, another downward dog.  He was gone when I finished
that second round.

   (Tony related what happened next to me.)

   George watched Rita for the next few minutes, then headed to the main
house.  Inside he spotted Tony seated at a table out on the veranda working
on his computer.  He got a coffee and headed outside, approaching Tony's
table.

   "Hi, are you Tony?"

   "Yes?" he said.

   "I'm George.  Rita said I should find you and introduce myself," he said
extending a hand.

   Tony shook it and asked, "Ah, so how do you know Rita?"

   "Do you mind?" George asked motioning to the table.  Tony waved a hand
in assent.

   [Tony always seemed a little tense when a guy he didn't know said they
knew me.  Those hospitality suite weekends had been all around the country,
and hundreds of guys had come and gone.  I had never even thought about a
pseudonym, so literally everyone knew my name.  I'm still glad that it was
just my first name and nothing else.]

   "Funny story, actually," George began, sitting in the chair next to
Tony, not across the table "my wife and I are in the other room in the
carriage house.  I, ah..." he smiled nervously.

   Tony just raised an eyebrow, waiting for the rest.

   "Well to be honest.."

   "Please do," Tony smiled inauthentically.

   "When I stepped out the door this morning, your lovely wife was on the
porch doing yoga.  It was a tad mesmerizing to be greeted by a long set of
shapely legs and her gee facing right at me.  That's an alluring set of
leggings she has on, quite revealing.  You could pretty much see
everything," George finished with a genuine smile, also waiting to see if
he'd stepped into something though Rita had said to be honest.

   "Her gee?" Tony asked, his face neutral.

   "I'm am sorry, I didn't mean any offense by using the slang," George
answered nervously.

   "None taken, I think.  Man, I know she looks good in tights, I just have
no idea what you're trying to say," Tony said as he took a drink of his
coffee, watching George over the edge.

   "Oh?  Um, her...  she was bent over...  her...  from behind...," George
fumbled.  He had lowered his voice though they were alone on the porch.  He
was gripping his coffee cup with both hands.

   "Okay, so you were watching my wife, bent over, from behind, doing her
yoga?" Tony asked in a conspiratorial tone,

   George nodded, "Not in a perverse manner, I assure you."

   "Naw," Tony shook his head, " of course not.  And you could see her
gee?"

   "Yes.  Well, no.  Not really.  But almost, through the material, I mean.
The curves and her, ah...," George stumbled.

   "Relax George.  I think I understand now.  Gee is pussy, right?"

   Now George looked blank.

   "Down there," Tony said, motioning to his crotch.  "The pussy?  A
woman's genitalia?"

   Looking relieved, and then concerned, George said, "Yes.  exactly.  It
was not intentional on my part, I just came out of the room and there she
was."

   Tony smiled, "I know how that is, and I'm married to her.  Many a
morning I just sit and watch her do her yoga thing." Tony said with a grin.
"So, Rita said to come find me and tell me?"

   "She suggested we have breakfast together and get properly acquainted.
But, perhaps it's better if,"

   "No, George, there's no problem, really.  Rita's a bit of a flirt, but
if she said she wants to have breakfast together that means she's cool and
likes you."

   George smiled and seemed to relax.

   Then Tony lowered his voice and leaned in "Like's you, but not like
that..."

   George looked dumbstruck, "Tony, I would never presume to....  I'm
married."

   Tony laughed, ":Just fucking with you, man.  It's cool," he said and put
out his hand.  George smiled recognizing that he'd been played and shook
the offered hand.

   "Gee?  Where the hell'd that come from?" Tony asked with a big smile.

   "It's Irish, my wife's from County Kerry," he answered with obvious
pride.

   "Hmmm," Tony nodded.  He had no idea where County Kerry was, other than
it must be Ireland.  Seemed like a strange way say where you were from,
instead of saying the city.

   Glancing at his watch, Tony added.  "Hey, it's about 9:20, let's head
inside and get a table.  By the window okay?"

   "Sounds good to me," George answered.

   I had a blouse over the lounge bra like Tony suggested, and slipped on
some nice, strappy kitten heels before heading out to Join him, and I
hoped, our carriage house neighbors.  I didn't want to shock anyone, but
the open air workout and the interaction with George had left me a little
frisky, so I had decided to keep on the leggings too and not slip on a
skirt over them.

   I supposed the later breakfast wouldn't draw as large a crowd and I was
right.  There were just two other couples seated each by themselves, and
our table at the far end of the room by the window.  Tony and George were
all smiles as I walked in and even the striking redhead, who I assumed was
Sandy, seemed fine with my attire.  I might guess even pleased.

   I had a few seconds to assess as I made my way across the dining room to
the table.  Sandy, milk white skin, shoulder length auburn hair that
glowed, blue eyes like sapphires, must be a second, trophy wife.  She
looked to be not much older than I was, and at least fifteen years George's
junior.

   "There you are," Tony smiled and got up to pull out my chair.  George
stood too.

   "Good morning, Rita," he greeted me extending a hand.

   I took it and held it as I leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"I think we're beyond handshakes, don't you?" I teased.  He actually
blushed but recovered quickly.

   "I suppose that's true," he smiled.  "This is my wife, Sandy.  Sandy,
this is Rita."

   We shook hands, all smiles and then I sat.

   "Darling," said Sandy, "how is it you two know each other?" It was not
in the least bit concerned or catty, and I was enthralled with the Irish
lilt of her voice.

   "I'm sorry," I said, "I shouldn't have teased like that.  We actually
met just this morning." I liked her immediately and didn't want to upset
anyone.

   "Rita was quite gracious when I, uh, intruded on her morning yoga
routine," he began.

   Sandy perked up.  "I didn't know they had a morning class?  Is it here
in the main house?  Did George just walk in on it?"

   George and I both started to answer, then stopped.  "You go ahead, I
want to hear this," I smiled.

   "George, what did you do?" Sandy asked, almost in the tone of a mother
querying a young child.

   "Nothing, really.  Rita and Tony are in the room next to ours, and she
was out on the front porch doing her sun salutation," he began.  I was a
little surprised that he knew what I was doing, not just yoga, but was to
find out that Sandy was also a regular practitioner.

   Sandy just smiled waiting for the rest patiently.

   "Did he trip over you, Rita?" she asked.

   "No, just stared." I batted my eyes.

   "George," she said, in that same motherly tone.  Not upset but
exasperated.

   "She was in the downward dog.  I couldn't help myself, she's quite
lovely," he plead as if he were caught with cookie crumbs on his lips next
to an empty cookie jar.

   Sandy caressed George's face, sighing.  The look in her eyes was pure
love and understanding.

   "You are a stunning woman, Rita," she said in earnestness.  "I hope it
didn't startle you," as she continued to stroke his cheek.

   "Actually, I found him charming, and he was really complimentary," I
admitted, sorry for the little boy caught being naughty.

   "I told her that you'd probably be surprised that I didn't have a heart
attack finding a woman outside our door pushing her gee at my face," he
said without embarrassment.

   Sandy's eyes went wide.  "George," she said sharply.

   "It's a beautiful gee, what I could see, and her nipples are..." he
rattled on.

   "George," she said again, gripping his chin and bringing his eyes to
hers, the blue of them intense and penetrating.  Her loving smile and the
love in her look never changed.

   Tony and I shared a look.  I wasn't sure how we should react.

   "Too much?" George asked sheepishly.  Sandy smiled at him and nodded.

   "Sorry, Darling" he said chastised.  She nodded toward us.

   "I'm sorry, Tony.  I'm sorry, Rita," he said in a manner that made me
feel he was sincere.

   Tony sat there with a what-the-fuck look on his face.  I reached out and
took one of George's hands.  "It's okay, I forgive you."

   George smiled, "Great, then I guess it's time to eat."

   "Perhaps it's best if we go and let you two gather yourselves for your
day," she said taking George's hand and beginning to get up.

   I reached out and gripped her hand, "Please stay, it's fine." She looked
to Tony who nodded in agreement.  There were tears in her eyes.  She
blinked a couple times and sat back down.

   "George, my love, would you be a darling and see if you could find my
yellow sweater?  I'm not sure if it's in my bag or if I left it in the
car."

   "Of course," he said standing.  "Please excuse me.  And go ahead with
breakfast, you don't have to wait on me," he smiled and headed out.

   Sandy gave him a little wave.  She blinked again to clear the watery
eyes but held her head high.  "I'm so sorry.  George is a brilliant,
brilliant man.  So charming and warm, with an authenticity and honesty I
have never seen in another human being," she began.  I nodded.

   "When it comes to sex, or matters of sex, bodies, that sort of thing, he
simply has no filter, no sense of boundaries.  I don't mean physically, of
course, he'd never touch or force himself on anyone, but he...  he just
speaks what's on his mind.  He would never be mean, intentionally, but
he'll say such things about another's body that...." she trailed off and
took a deep breath.

   I took both her hands in mine and just held her.  It was a sad smile
this time, "He's such a good, good man.  So loving and caring.  Polite to a
fault...."

   "He did compliment my gee," I smiled.

   Sandy laughed, relief breaking through.  "If I'd not stopped him, you'd
have heard what he thought of every part of you.  Goodness, how he can go
on," she rolled her eyes.

   "Why's he refer to it as gee?" I asked.

   "Irish slang," Tony piped in.

   "And you know that how?" I asked wide-eyed.

   "Tony's right.  I taught him," she beamed.  "When we met, he was a
complete innocent, referred to everything like he was reading from an
anatomy text, he did."

   I could talk with her all day long, I loved the song of her voice.

   "Innocent?  He's must be fifty..." I said out loud, not thinking.

   "Aye, he's fifty-four.  And I know what you're probably thinking too,
but I'm his first and only wife.  He was walking around Ireland five years
ago.  Literally, I mean, a backpack and all," she laughed and I could see
she was picturing him in her mind.  "I fell in love right away.  He was
pure and unpretentious, completely open to the entire world.  Knew nothing
about women, mind you, but it didn't matter, I was happy to teach him," she
blushed.  "He spent six weeks on our farm, and when he was ready to go, I
kissed my folks and went off with him."

   "You're married?"

   "I'm a good Irish Catholic girl," she said with a sparkle in her eye. 
"We walked for five months and then came back, having a big wedding at Holy
Cross in Kenmare.  I'm not sure what my father had to do to arrange that
but having a cousin as the parish priest likely helped.  They didn't want
me living in sin, you know," she laughed.

   "I couldn't find your yellow sweater, dearest.  I hope this one is
okay?" George said handing Sandy a light blue one.

   "That's splendid, George, thank you.  And look, here's breakfast now,"
she announced as the hostess brought us the first course.

   It was a delightful morning.



   Rita's Memoir - Yoga Ch.  02

   A walk in the woods, and Tony helps.

   George and Sandy were headed into town, while Tony and I had decided to
spend the day riding around the Blue Ridge Mountains and taking in nature,
so we parted soon after breakfast.  Not before Sandy asked if she could
join me in the morning for yoga which she had been into since university. I
was delighted that she said she "went to university," not like we do with
"I went to Florida State" or "I got my degree from The Ohio State."

   Back in the room, I was trying to decide what to wear when Tony said,
"George is right, you do have a beautiful gee."

   I looked over my shoulder at him sitting in the corner watching me dig
through my bag.  I straightened my legs and bent at the waist, taking a
small step to get my feet a little more than shoulder length apart, and
said, "What did you say?"

   Tony got up and took a couple steps toward me.  "How close was he when
he was looking at you?"

   I looked between my legs as I had looked back at George earlier. 
"Closer," I said getting warm inside.

   Tony took another step.

   "About another half step," I smiled.

   Tony took the half step.  "Hmm, I'll bet in the morning sunlight he
really could just about see everything.  It is pretty much in your face."

   "You mind?" I taunted, not moving.

   He put his hand on my bottom.  "You know I don't," then ran his hand
gently between my legs, fingertips lightly dancing over my outer labia,
then delicately he ran one finger right along my cleft from back to front
and back again.

   "Of course," he said, "I know your body pretty well, but you really can
see your beautiful pussy well."

   My knees were ready to buckle from his touch.  I'd known that the
material was thin but was really surprised by what Tony was telling me. 
Surprised and thrilled.  I loved showing my body!  Most especially to and
for my husband!

   "Really?"

   "It helps that you don't have one of those pussies that's just a slit at
the bottom of your body where your legs meet," Tony said.  "Your ass curves
so sweetly," he ran his hands over each cheek.  "To where it curves
inward," he felt my inner thighs, "and then your labia swell, full and
pushing against the material," his fingers on each side tracing my outer
labia, "till they curve inward, catching and emphasizing those long, soft
petals of your inner labia," he ran one finger over the center line, "to
where the material bunches them together," he stopped at the 'bump' caused
by the folded skin.

   I was light-headed, the contact erotic and the realization not only how
beautiful my husband found my body, but at how much of me was 'visible' as
I was dressed.  How much George had seen!

   As if reading my mind, Tony's hand slipped down and forward, the
slightest pressure contacting my shrouded clit.  We both knew I was close
so he didn't linger, bringing his hands up and resting them on my bottom.

   He sighed, "Do you think maybe we should go?  Or...."

   Smiling, I straightened and turned to him, wrapping my arms around his
neck.  "I think I'll just wear this, if it's okay with you?"

   "I thought you wanted to walk some trails?"

   I pouted.  "You're right." Then I winked.  "I should put on my hikers
instead..."

   He smiled knowingly.

   A little over and hour and a half later, we pulled into the parking lot
for Graveyard Fields.  Tony loves driving in the mountains and I loved the
scenery, enchanted by the Fall colors we don't get in Florida.  I have to
admit I was also a bit lost in thought, thoroughly caught up in daydreams
of a very erotic nature.  The weather was unseasonably warm so even up at
elevation I was very comfortable, high seventies and little humidity, even
with the attire I had on.

   "Doesn't look too bad," I commented as we pulled into a space.  Lots of
places we'd passed on the way had cars out the parking lot.  Perhaps it was
a little later or the fact that it was a Friday and not a weekend.  During
the late summer this spot, I'd read, was crowded with folks seeking the
blueberries that grew wild in the area.

   Tony jutted his chin out indicating I needed to look to my right. 
Sometimes I believe he knows my mind better than I do.  On the walkway in
front of what I guessed was their car about three spaces down were five
handsome twenty-somethings, obviously just arrived as they stretched and
gazed out over the scenery.

   I reached into the back seat, grabbed my water bottle and cap, and
smiled at my lover.  "See you along the trail, okay?"

   He just chuckled, "Yeah, I figured." He took my hand and kissed it, "I
love you.  Have fun."

   "Love you too.  And I will, my darling.  Thank you," I said, blowing him
an air kiss and pushing open my door.

   "Hi!" I said with a smile as I stepped up behind the five guys.  "Do you
know where the trailhead is?" I asked.  I'd gone around behind another car
so they wouldn't be watching Tony, not knowing where I had come from.  Tony
and I both had fun the previous time I'd tried this sort of thing.  I could
wander and be provocative, and he could watch me, both of us getting
aroused.  I'd walked a beach 'alone,' and we'd loved the way things went,
reliving the day over several times in our pillow talk.  I hoped this would
be as memorable.

   I'd pulled my leggings up on getting out of the car to make sure I had a
good cameltoe, and if there was any doubt about my intentions, my ballcap
had "Naughty" in sequins above the brim.  I could feel that the girls were
already in the mood, the reactions of the guys confirming I had their
attention when they turned to respond to my query.

   Five sets of eyes went wide, smiles on every face.  A little stammering
and a few nudges at each other, with "ah.." and "um..." greeted me.

   "Are you guys walking to the falls too?  The guidebook said the
trailhead was off the parking area, but now I can't find the silly paper in
my car," I said turning and generally pointing off to the right toward no
specific car.

   Tony came walking past the six of us, a small daypack on his back with a
couple bottles of water, a walking stick in his hand, and his 35mm camera
slung over a shoulder.  "Mornin', should be a good day," he said to no one
in particular without breaking stride.

   "Yeah, the ah, falls," said one.

   "Sure, yeah," said another nodding to the guy next to him.

   They all looked at each other nodding.

   "Guess I'll see you along the way then, huh?" I smiled with my most
coquettish look.  "I'm guessing the trailhead is where that guy was
heading, so...see ya."

   "Or we could just hike together?" offered one.

   "I don't wanna slow you guys down, I like to stop and just enjoy nature.
You know, look at stuff, get in touch with the things around me..." I left
that dangling as I grinned and looked at each of them.

   "You take all the time you want, beautiful."

   "No rush here," agreed another.

   "I'm all for touching nature," said the one with the dark eyes, leaving
little doubt what he was thinking.  That actually caused another of the
guys to shove him and exchange looks.

   "Whatever," I shrugged, turning on my heels toward the trailhead. 
"Don't forget water, the loop is four miles.  I'll wait for you at the
marker," I motioned with my head.

   I could hear commotion behind me as they grabbed stuff and locked up the
car, then came trotting to catch up.  Feeling quite randy already, I was
doing some light stretches at the trailhead sign just to make sure they
were all watching me.  There was no jumble of folks around -- it was really
quite empty - and by the lack of cars in the lot I imagined that the trail
was sparsely populated.  For whatever reason, I felt no trepidation being
with these five athletic young men and being provocative.  Perhaps it was
the slightest thought that this could be a dangerous situation if they took
my teasing to be an invitation to 'more' that added to the thrill I was
feeling, but I also knew that Tony was somewhere not too far away.

   "By the way, I'm Josh," said the first of them to arrive at my side. 
Well not at my side, behind me, actually, those stretches focusing them on
my backside.

   "Rita," I said reaching for the other ankle.  In turn they each said
their names and I responded with "hi" or something.  Josh was the black
kid, and David the one of Asian descent.  As we walked I learned that they
were down from Virginia for a track and field tournament at Western
Carolina University, all five being seniors.  I stopped occasionally to
observe this flower or that view, keeping up a pleasant banter

   We came upon Tony after about ten minutes as he was taking a photo of a
dead tree.  I was sure he had been close the whole time, staying just out
of sight ahead of us.

   "Hi!" I chirped.

   "HI," he said without enthusiasm looking through the viewfinder.  I
turned and shrugged my shoulders at the guys.  They returned the gesture,
with one of them nodding for us to move on.  I smiled and nodded in
agreement.

   "Bye," I said as we scooted past Tony on the narrow trail.

   The chatting was not really going anywhere, or not as I had hoped. 
There were pretty sights, but it was also rather open here and I wondered
if the boys were bored with the lack of dramatic scenery.  Or maybe they
were waiting for me to direct this play.

   The first falls came into sight and were lovely.  I decided I needed to
be more playful, so I walked right to the edge of the stream not far from
the base of the falls and sat to take off my hiking shoes.

   "Darn," I said standing.  "My bottom's all wet," exaggerating my motion
as I bent to show the guys.  I got some smiles and one "it looks alright to
me."

   "Oh well," I sat on the rock again and took off my shoes and socks. 
Then I stepped into the stream.  The guys each found a rock to sit on
nearby, some of them feeling the water with their hands.

   "That's freakin cold," said the blonde one.

   "It feels good," I countered kicking water toward him.  I got the
reaction I'd hoped for as he yelped and then scooped some water and tossed
it in my direction.  I kicked again, laughing, and the other joined in
splashing water at me.

   "Stop!" I laughed, the five of them splashing me as I kicked and turned
trying to wet them as well.  The water was cold, and I could feel my
breasts grow taut, the thin pink top becoming transparent and wrapping my
breasts like vacuum sealed plastic, every goose bump and curve showing. 
The thin grey leggings, while not as transparent were now much more
revealing as I was soaked from head to toe.

   They were all staring intently.  I felt a tingling deep inside, not
fear, but I knew we were right on the line.  They had been happy to see me
in leggings and a thin top, now they were seeing more, and looking at me
differently.  The trouble with a group is that you can't reason with them
like you can with an individual.  Guys will feed each other's basest drive
unless one of the group itself speaks up.  I wasn't sure that it would
happen with me in my present state of exposure.

   "You should probably get out of those wet things," someone said.  There
were a couple comments in agreement.  I took a deep breath, considering my
next actions and words.  The deep breath didn't help my case.

   The one with the dark eyes got up and took a step in my direction.  Josh
grabbed him by the back of his pants and yanked him backward, causing him
to stumble and flop into the icy stream.  He came up cursing!

   "What the fuck was that, asshole?" he sputtered, struggling to regain
his feet.

   The other four were obviously track guys, Josh had to be a discus or
javelin guy with a much more powerful body.

   "Cool off, man," Josh said.

   "Good to see one of you has got a brain," Tony's voice came from the
trail behind them, causing all five to whip their heads around.  He walked
up to the edge of the stream, giving the four runners a very stern look.

   "Miss, are you alright?" he asked me.

   I smiled at him and nodded.  "Just wet." He winked at me.

   "You're very beautiful, too.  But I think your friends here got the
wrong idea," he said, again turning his stern gaze on the group.  They
looked a bit sheepish, except for Josh who was also giving the other four
the evil eye.

   Tony surprised me then.  "Do you want them to see your body, Miss?" he
asked.

   My smile was coquettish and i shyly nodded yes.

   "Do you want to be raped?" his gaze on the group.

   "No, of course not!" I said with intensity as the guys all protested.

   "Maybe, if your girlfriend will agree, we can all see her body?"

   What are you saying, Tony???

   He turned to me, "I'd like very much to get some photos of you, here in
the water and on the rocks.  I think you have a gorgeous body and would
make a fabulous nude model.  Now, if you agree, I can take them after these
jerks get out of here or, if you agree, they can stay and watch," he said.

   Then turning to the five stunned faces he said, "I'm assuming whichever
one of you is this young woman's boyfriend, you have no objection as you
were about to allow more than that to happen to her," he said with an
accusatory tone.

   "She's not..." someone started, but he got elbowed by the guy next to
him.

   My heart was beating out of my chest.  I'd flashed a few times and had
been paraded around scantily clad in front of guys at the tradeshows, but
Tony hadn't been there.  Tony hadn't arranged for it, he'd never shared me
like that, only heard about it later.  That time at the beach even, he'd
only seen me from fifty yards as I talked to other guys topless - and then
fully nude.  He was always pleased with my adventures, always so turned-on,
and I had been too.

   "Okay," I heard myself saying.  "they can stay."

   Tony's eyes met mine, there was arousal in both of us.  He mouthed 'I
love you.'

   The first thing Tony did was also a surprise.  He asked the guys to sit
together and got pictures of them on his cell phone, then took individual
pictures of them holding their IDs.  And he collected their cells.  It was
really smart and I was happy he got us some 'insurance.'

   "I've just sent these to my wife, so if you decide you want to do more
than watch, or you get a little froggy, the cops will get these along with
the gps coordinates of where we're at.  Clear?" They all seemed properly
chastised and compliant.

   He told me later that he promised the guys copies of the pictures when
they protested giving up their phones.

   I'd taken a seat on a rock by the stream.  "By the way, my name is
Tony," he said offering me his hand as he came up to me, about ten feet
across the stream.

   The guys couldn't make out my eye roll, "Hi, I'm Rita."

   "Well, Rita, how about we get started, okay?" he smiled.

   I honestly had no idea where he was going to take us, but I trusted him
completely and reveled in his love.  I shrugged my shoulders and said
"sure."

   "Just sit right there," he said, and began to take some shots of me
sitting on the rock.

   "Can you lean back?" "That's it, now let your head fall back, like
you're just relaxing in the sun."

   "Push your chest out, Rita."

   "Oh, wonderful, you have amazing breasts..."

   I giggled and covered them with my hands.  Tony continued to shoot. 
"Good, now uncover them again...  yes, wonderful."

   "Okay, turn, now turn and face your boyfriend.  Show him and the others
those great breasts.  Good, bring your arms back...."

   Tony got down low and shot up, with me in profile and the waterfall in
the background.

   "Okay, I know the water is cold, but I want you to lay down and get that
top all wet, can you do that?"

   My top had partially dried, getting it wet again made the material
almost disappear.  The effect on my nipples was to have them appear as
bullets exiting the muzzle of a rifle, hard beyond belief.

   Tony took a dozen different poses of me, kneeling in the water, sitting
on the rocks, laying back in the stream.  I was soaked, my leggings and top
clinging to me, yet I felt no chill.

   "Rita, are you ready to let us see those marvelous breasts without your
top on?" he asked me, staring into my eyes.  The thumping in my chest I was
certain could be heard in the next county.  I just nodded.

   "Fine." He took my hand and I walked with him until we were just a
couple feet in front of the ogling young men.  We'd never been more than
fifteen feet away, but this was much closer.  Much.

   "I know one of these guys, your boyfriend, has probably seen these
spectacular breasts before.  He's probably touched and suckled them too. 
But now your going to show all of us how beautiful they are, okay?"

   My eyes went from his to each of theirs in turn.  I ran my hands over my
taut, stimulated breasts.  I pinched my nipples, tugging them hard.  The
craving in each set of eyes was unbelievable, so hot and unadulterated. 
There was no pretense that they loved me or even liked me, they just wanted
me.  Tony snapped pictures from various angles.

   "Show us the most attractive breasts in the world," Tony's voice floated
in my brain.  The top came up and off.  I played with my aching breasts
some more, watching their eyes, hearing the mews and rhythms of gasps.  The
camera clicked away.

   "Tony, you should know..." I began, but he cut me off.

   "I don't want to know which of them is your boyfriend.  Obviously they
all have wanted to see your body.  He'll be braggin on this later, I'm
sure," he said.  "He's a lucky bastard, that's for sure," he winked at me,
his back to them.

   I giggled, "I hope he remembers that!"

   Tony reached out and took my hand, walking me to the middle of the
stream.

   "Would you kneel in the water, please?"

   "Good, now scoop up some water and let me catch you pouring it on
yourself," he directed.  I did, playing to the camera and the only audience
that mattered to me.  I scooped and poured a number of times, no longer
conscious of the chill of the water, my internal heat building.

   "Look at the camera and lean forward, bringing your breasts right to the
water."

   "Wonderful, Rita.  You're stunning." He clicked away, from in front and
then moved to the side.

   "Look here.  Okay, move your arm a bit.  Good, your breasts are so
dazzling." Tony was sitting in the water next to me, really focusing on the
shots.  I smiled, hot with arousal at the situation, in love with Tony for
helping me achieve that.

   "Now, lower your chest just a bit, so those succulent nipples touch the
water."

   I followed his direction, keeping my eyes on the camera.  I didn't think
I could stimulate myself any more, but i was wrong.  The icy bite of the
stream on both my rigid nipples, just my nipples, made me close my eyes and
moan.  Tony got a fantastic shot.

   "holy shit" and 'fuuuuck" came from the guys seated feet away.

   I laughed and sat back on my haunches.  "I gotta agree with that," I
said, brushing my hair from my face, "holy fucking shit!  That was like
someone just hooked a battery to my nipples.  Wow!" I marveled, admiring my
own breasts.  I turned my torso to the gallery of men on the bank, pointing
my stiff, proud chest at them to admire.

   I felt so naughty, and very, very aroused.  Being here, doing this, was
so gratifying, so enabling, an exclamation point on my feminine identity
and potency.  Tony was with me, this was a true joint venture, we were in
an intense, vigorous foreplay.  We were, in front of these human toys,
making love, feeding each other's passion.  I felt no sense of being used;
I wanted Tony to share this with me, I wanted to share this with him.

   I turned my head from them to Tony and mouthed, "I love you.  Thank
you!"

   He put out his hand and we stood.

   "Let's have you recline on these rocks, alright?"

   "Good, now arch your back and point those perfect breasts to the
heavens..." He shot from the side, top, and up and down my body,
complimenting me the entire time.  It was authentic, I felt him caressing
me with his words.

   We moved to a large boulder and I stretched across it too as he shot
various poses and angles.

   I took his hand and we walked to the center of the stream, closer again
to the rapt audience that electrified this shoot.

   "Rita, are you ready to shed those leggings and let me get some shots of
you in your panties?"

   If fireworks could actually go off in one's eyes and heart, it happened
then.  I knew Tony could see the fire in my eyes.

   "I...  ah," I smiled, then looked back at the five young men on the
shore, four or five feet from my barely covered ass.

   "Do you want to stop, Rita?"

   "No!" I nearly snapped.  I smiled at Tony, batting my eyes.  "No," I
said more demurely.  "it's just...well...  I don't have on any panties."

   "Told you!" two of the guys said in unison, nudging the others.  Tony
gave them a stern look and they calmed down.

   "And you don't want to stop?"

   I had a Chesire grin and shook my head.  I was thankful that I had been
in the water and that the leggings were wet, as I could feel myself begin
to get sexually wet.  I'm certain Tony could tell the same by the look on
my face.

   Tony looked at me and then at the guys.  "This isn't going to cause your
boyfriend to freak out?"

   I laughed, "I just met these guys in the parking lot, but I know my
husband won't mind," I winked at Tony with a broad smile.

   "You're married?" one of the guys asked, shocked.

   "Yeah, of course, and my husband is watching right now.  You gotta make
sure he gets all the photos, though," I said tapping Tony's arm.  "He'll
cum like a million times!"

   "I'm pretty sure we all will," Tony said.

   "That's bullshit," said one of the other guys.  "There's no one out
there."

   "C'mon now.  I like flashing, and he likes showing me off.  But do you
think we're dumb enough to just let me wander off into the woods with five
guys?  Trust me, he's watching right now."

   They all scanned the surrounding area.  Even Tony looked around.

   "So, ah..he's not the jealous type, is he?" Tony asked still looking
around.

   I laughed, "Would I be topless if he was?  No, he likes to watch me be
admired, but...  nothing else..." I left the rest unsaid.  They knew what I
meant.

   The guys all exchanged nervous glances, still looking around.

   "Am I going to take these off," I surprised myself, hands on my hips and
tits standing out.

   "Well..." Tony said.  I turned back to him and noticed a grin.  "If
you're sure your husband is okay with that?"

   "Please?" I mouthed.

   "Rita, you are the most striking, most attractive woman I have ever
seen. I'm game if you are.  Guys?"

   All of them were smiling and nodding their heads when I faced them
again.

   I turned to face Tony and put my hands on the waistband of my leggings.

   "Look right at the camera, alright?"

   I did, blew him a kiss and mouthed, "Thank you."

   It took me a minute, I think, to get the leggings down to my ankles.  I
had remained stiff-legged, pushing my tush to the appreciative college
crowd.  They were crude, but it was all complimentary, along the lines of
"omigod","jeezus", "fuck me", and such.  Tony was snapping away, capturing
the ecstasy on my face and enjoying the scene on a totally different level
than the guys.  We were making love, no touching required.

   I stepped out of the leggings and tossed them up on the bank near my top
and boots, as I turned to face the guys.  More crude compliments were
offered.

   I bent forward, bringing my tits nearer to the awestruck collegians and
looked over my shoulder, "Your turn, Tony." I took a little step to open up
a bit more.

   "You're sure you're okay with pictures?"

   "Like I said, my husband will love them.  Usually I just tell him about
flashing and such.  He'll probably put these on his phone and show them
off," I winked at him.

   Tony brought he camera up and took a shot, then looked over the lens and
sighed deeply.  "You are so fucking hot," he said aloud.  Catching himself,
he got a sheepish look.

   I arched my back and pushed my pussy toward him.  "Thank you, sir. 
Could you make sure you get my face in some of these, I'm afraid none of
you will remember what I look like, otherwise?"

   "You the first...," Josh began, the caught himself.  "I'll remember," he
smiled, breaking eye contact with me as I scanned their faces.

   I straightened up and looked at him.  "The first white girl you've seen
naked?"

   He grinned a dopey grin and nodded.

   "Well, we're even.  You're the first black man who's seen me like this,"
I smiled at him and put my arms to the sides.  "Okay?"

   Josh nodded, a big grin spread across his wide-eyed face.  "Your husband
is a lucky mother fucker...  Sorry, ah,...  "

   I giggled, "Yes he is, but I'm pretty lucky too in that he indulges me
in my fantasies too."

   I turned to Tony, "Would you let your wife get naked in front of
strangers?"

   "My wife?" he said looking over the camera.

   "You've got a wedding ring on, so I guess you're married.  Would you let
her?" I cocked my head to the side and wiggled my tits at him.

   "I gotta be honest, if she looked like you and she wanted to, yeah, I
probably would," he said.

   I nodded, "Good for you."

   "Mmm.  Maybe we should take a few more photos?" I asked.

   Tony looked up from his bent position with wide, questioning eyes.  We
both knew this was dangerous ground.  I have no clue if anyone else saw as
I dropped my hand and ran my fingers over my still shrouded clit.  I could
feel my inner labia swollen and knew they were visible below me, glistening
with my dew.  I didn't care, I wanted Tony to know I wanted to continue.

   He smiled at me, eyes aglow.  "I'm all for that," he said.  "Can I have
you kneel in the stream again?"

   I did, my face temptingly, provocatively close to his stiff member I
could see tenting his pants.  I could almost hear the others moan.  The
tease was intentional on Tony's part, he wanted them worked up as much as I
did.  I glanced over and two of the guys were stroking their manhood
through their clothes.  Looking back, Tony had stepped away and was
shooting photos.

   We'd lit a fuse, not only within each other, but in these five young
men, and I momentarily wondered if we would be able to quash the embers
before the fuse reached a catastrophic, explosive place.  It wasn't fear,
as such, almost a sense of anticipation, of not knowing.

   "Let's move over to the rocks," he said.  I got up and walked to the
bank opposite the quintet of admirers.  Tony had me sit, lay back, stand in
poses on this and that rock, by the stream, and on some driftwood.  It was
invigorating, thrilling to be posing nude for Tony.  In the open, with five
handsome men watching.

   I was sitting on a rock, relaxing when Tony asked, "Can you open your
legs some more?" I did.

   "More?"

   I smiled, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked, knowing the
others couldn't hear our quiet conversation and only really cared about the
sight I offered them.

   "Uh-huh," he said as he snapped another shot.  "You like that they find
you beautiful?"

   "Uh-huh," I smiled at him.

   "Think I should invite them over here to get a better view?" Tony
queried.

   "They might have more on their minds than just looking..." I said with
some concern.  "I've truly enjoyed this, Tony, but how does this end?"

   The reality was, I had five aroused men staring at me only fifteen feet
away as I sat naked, with my legs spread.  Though keenly aware that they
might be thinking of 'more,' which was not in my toolbox of options, I
hadn't closed me legs even slightly.  I knew Tony knew that 'more' was not
an option either.

   Unexpectedly, he laughed.  "I guess I was thinking with my little head,
huh?"

   I laughed too, "Yeah, well what's my excuse?" I brought my knees
together.

   "Let me see where their heads are at.  Maybe I can say you're tired or
something and promise to send them the pictures?  They haven't really tried
anything..." he thought aloud.

   "You are NOT sending them pictures," I said emphatically.

   Tony looked at me surprised.  "You seemed fine..."

   "Tony, that was playing.  It aroused both of us, but who knows what
they'll do with pictures of me.  After KDE, there's no way...." I let the
thought trail off unfinished.

   "Yeah, you're right.  Wait here while I go talk to them," he nodded and
headed back across the stream.

   He sat down next to the five other men and stuffed his camera in his
backpack.  "Well, guys, it seems like she says it was fun but that her
husband will be waiting for her by now..."

   "So we're just supposed to?" David asked.

   "Fucking bitch probably isn't even married," said the dark eyed one. 
"Damn prick-teaser," he growled.

   "She might be a prick teaser and she is wearing a ring, but I happen to
be a firm believer in 'no' meaning 'no.' i've got daughters, and I'd kill
any sonabitch that didn't take 'no' and walk away," Tony said with his eyes
locked on the troublemaker.

   "What about the pictures?" the dark-eyed one shot.

   Tony laughed, "Well, she did agree to that, didn't she?  Here," he said,
handing the dark-eyed one a note pad and pen from his backpack, "give me
your emails and I'll send them to you as soon as I download them from the
camera." It seemed an easy way to diffuse the situation, it was an easy lie
and they all seemed to buy it.

   "Give us our phones," the kid still demanded.

   "After she gets dressed," Tony answered flatly.

   "Fuck you!" he shouted, jumping to his feet.  Tony drew his arm back but
lowered it after two of the others grabbed the fiery youth.

   "Cool it" and "stop being an asshole," they said to him.

   I came across the stream unashamedly, "Everything okay?" I asked, trying
to read Tony's eyes.

   Just then, my phone rang.  I looked at it, strapped to my water bottle,
and glanced at the guys.  I caught Tony's eyes and he winked at me.

   "Is that your husband?" he asked, sounding nervous and scanning the
area. I saw then that his hand was in his pocket and figured it was indeed
Tony calling my phone.

   "Probably.  I better get it so he knows everything's okay.  I'll bet he
saw you guys fighting," I said squatting to get the phone.  Still naked --
and still being provocative -- I knew they were all peering between my open
knees, even Tony!

   "Hi, Babe," I said into the now disconnected phone.  "No, every thing
seems to be fine," I looked at the guys with a quizzical look and made a
face.  A couple of them nodded and I got a thumb's up from David.  I smiled
to myself wondering if he was indicating everything was cool, or was he
approving of the view I presented them?

   "Excuse me!" came the call from the trail.  The group turned to see two
park rangers enter the clearing, one with a side-arm.  The guys relaxed
back to sitting positions, almost in submission.

   I stood up surprised, almost forgetting my ruse until I met Tony's eyes
and he nodded at me and surreptitiously made that sign we all make with our
fingers indicating a phone to our ear.  It took me a second, but I
recovered and said into the phone, "Yeah, we have company.  I better go,
see you soon."

   They walked up to the group, stopping about ten feet away.  "What's
going on here?" the female ranger asked with an edge in her voice.

   I suppose it was a bit of a concerning sight, me naked and six guys
sitting there.

   I smiled sweetly, "A couple of us were going to take a little swim."

   "Ma'am, you can't swim nude here.  I'm going to have to ask you to
please put your clothes on and we'll escort you out," she said.  I believe
she was earnestly concerned for me, and to be completely above-board, I was
happy they'd shown up.  I wasn't consciously nervous as Tony was with me,
but still part of me did know that even though four of the young guys were
skinny runner types, five on one was not a good situation should things
take a bad turn.  I had teased them, I really didn't know if they'd want
more than that.

   "We were going to head out after we cooled off, officer" Tony added not
knowing how to address the rangers.

   The female ranger, still eying the men as a threat, said something to
the male ranger.  He nodded in agreement.

   With his hand resting on his holstered gun he said, "I think you've
probably cooled off enough.  How 'bout you guys get started up the trail
and I'll just make sure you get to your cars okay?" That apparently
registered on the guys like it had me, not so much an invitation but an
order.

   The guys got moving after exchanging glances, picking up their shoes and
shirts, getting dressed.  All kept their eyes going back to the hand on the
holster.  All this time, I simply stood there, my phone in my hand.  Naked.

   The two rangers moved a few feet to the left, clearing a path from the
stream to the trail.  Dressed, the guys looked at the ranger, who nodded
over his shoulder, his fingers tapping the holster.

   "Ah, our phones?" one of the guys said to Tony.

   "Oh, yeah," he said, swinging the backpack off his shoulder.  He kind of
grinned at the rangers, adding, "I can't swim, so I was holding them for my
friends." It was like talking to a wooden post, no reaction but to nod over
his shoulder again.

   I started to move back to sit and pull on my leggings, but the female
ranger made a 'stop' motion with her hand and shook her head, so I stood
there.

   Tony watched the five college kids walk toward the trail.

   "You too," called the ranger, motioning with his thumb for Tony to
follow.  Tony looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and slumped off toward
the parking lot, the ranger following them about ten paces behind.  As he
left, he nodded at the other ranger, "See you in the truck," and
disappeared around a corner.

   She crossed her arms and started walking toward me shaking her head. 
"That was really stupid."

   Hearing another woman say that to me, the absurdity of my actions sunk
in.  Even with Tony right there, it really could have become an extremely
dangerous situation.  I smiled self-consciously, nodding in agreement.  But
it was so enticing, so hot!

   "They could have hurt you, or worse," she said with real concern,
standing next to me.

   She was right, of course.  I never felt scared, or maybe I had and that
added to the excitement.  I knew I'd have to talk with Tony, to tell
him...this was so arousing, but we had to be more careful.  We...  we had
to plan better....  I needed....omigod, what an afternoon this had been!

   "Thank you," I said.

   She put her hand on my arm.  Our eyes met, her look as hungry as any of
the guys had been.

   "i...  I don't....I'm not...." I stammered.

   "That's a shame," she smiled genuinely.  "You're very beautiful."

   It wasn't a line, the care and desire as authentic as I'd ever heard in
Tony's voice.  I could feel myself flush.  The heat inside, the tickle down
low.  We just looked at each other for what seemed minutes.

   "Are you sure?" a grin creasing her lips as her eyes darted to my chest
and then back to meet mine.

   I knew my body was sending signals, my mind reeling.  All I could get
out was "I......" in a whisper.

   She touched my cheek.  "What's your name?"

   "Rita," I said unable to catch my breath.

   "Rita," she repeated back to me softly, her smile broad and eyes
shining.

   She took a small step back, her touch breaking from my skin.  "Rita, you
should get dressed now, then I'll make sure you get back to your car
alright."

   The thunder in my ears was my own heart leaping and laughing as my mind
spun like a merry-go-round.

   I dropped a hand and ran two fingers along my swollen labia, coating
them with the nectar of my desire.  I raised them to her smile and put them
in her open, waiting mouth.

   "What's your name?" I asked hoarsely.

   Freeing my fingers after nearly a minute from her mouth and tongue, she
whispered, "Naomi."

   "Naomi, watch me," I purred as I sat, legs open, and began to dress
very, very slowly.