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Archive name: squirrel.txt (MF, rom, exh)
Authors name: Marcia Hooper (marciar26@aol.com)
Story title : Squirrel Talk
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Squirrel Talk (MF, rom, exh)
by Marcia Hooper (marciar26@aol.com)
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During a badly needed vacation in the Catskills, Lindsey
finds herself alone one morning. She is joined on the
front porch of her cabin by Morris the squirrel, who gets
treated to dry roasted peanuts. What will the two newly
aquainted friends talk about? Another quick and simple
two page story.
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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray any
person living or dead, nor any known situation. It is
meant for adults only and is not to be read by person's
under the age of 18, or the legal age in the
county/state/country in which the reader resides.
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MarciaR26@aol.com.
Squirrel Talk
by Marcia Hooper
(MarciaR26@aol.com)
Lindsey sat on the front porch swing, staring out across
the lake. Her legs were tucked beneath her in the lotus
position and she hummed softly. The morning fog had
burned off, leaving the shore line opposite in full view.
One of her neighbors was in a small skiff, drift fishing,
while another stood on the shoreline with a line cast in
the water. A cool breeze drifted in from the northwest,
rippling the water; the crystal sky above gave promise to
another beautiful day.
Suddenly, Morris the squirrel jumped onto the front porch
directly before her, startling Lindsey and making her
laugh. "Well, hello there you," she said. "I thought you
weren't gonna show."
In her lap was a bag full of roasted peanuts, bought the
day before at the Stop and Shop Mercantile in Ludlow.
After Morris had shown up in the morning for a second day
in a row, Lindsey made the trip, wondering if squirrel
feeding was such a good idea. But she could not resist.
The little guy was just so cute.
Unwrapping the tie, Lindsey opened the bag and extracted
half a dozen peanuts. "Here you go," she said, tossing
one down. Morris caught it in his teeth. "You are such a
clever boy."
Morris worked the shell with his front paws.
The day they were to leave, Lindsay had taken off to pack
and clean the apartment, while Frank worked. He had not
arrived home until eight o'clock that evening, sour and
grumpy, and then subjected Lindsey to a four hour drive.
She had slept most of the way. But Frank had redeemed
himself, taking Lindsey to bed and riding her as he had
not done since their first weeks together. She had
hobbled to the bathroom at three a.m., in bowlegged
embarrassment, yelling for him to shut up. Morris showed
up the next morning.
Doing her exercises on the porch, Morris had watched as
she waved her body to and fro, rowed her arms, balanced
on one foot and then the other, then chanted softly to
herself in a spiritual hum. She fed him stale bread and
Morris ran away.
In the afternoon, Frank built a fire on the outdoor grill
and broiled t-bone steaks. They had just started on a
second bottle of Lambrusco, when Frank took Lindsey's
drink from her hand and lay her down on the blanket.
Giggling, Lindsey found herself being kissed and tickled
all over, then having her shirt unbuttoned. There was
plenty of daylight remaining.
"Frank!" she protested, laughing. "People can see!"
"I know," Frank said, baring her breasts.
Lindsey looked quickly around. A cabin to their right was
visible through a clearing in the trees, and this close
to the side of the cabin, they were visible from the lake
and the road. "You are so bad," she whispered.
"I know that too."
He kissed her right nipple, then the other, and then
sucked them both hard.
"I'm telling mommy," Lindsey said. She attempted to close
her shirt, but Frank waylayed her hands.
"Don't make me tie these behind your back," he
threatened.
Lindsey grinned. "That could be interesting."
"That could be interesting as hell."
They made love in the cool, September evening.
Out on the lake, a cabin cruiser lumbered past and
Lindsey saw three men standing in the rear. Each held a
beer. Two women lay sunning on the bow. A single engine
plane, suprisingly loud in the cool still air, crossed
the lake east to west.
"Ready for more?" she asked.
Morris, standing erect, pawed the air. Lindsey dropped
him another peanut.
Frank had left right after dawn that morning, with two of
the neighbors. Jeff Poole was a programmer and web page
designer from Colorado, who Lindsey thought looked like
David Caruso. She grinned, remembering how Jeff caught
her slipping him a furtive glance. Jeff was very
attractive.
Sam Horval, on the other hand, was big-bellied and
bellicose. He eyed Lindsey the way a butcher eyes a side
of beef, wondering which cut to start on first. Just
being in the same room with Horval gave Lindsey the
creeps. She could not imagine a Mrs. Horval.
Without warning, Morris leapt onto her right knee and
scampered back and forth. "Ow!" Lindsey exclaimed,
concerned with his claws. "Don't you move!"
Still in her nightshirt, Lindsey's legs were bare almost
to her panties. With one short hop, the squirrel could be
in her lap. Worse, if he leapt and missed the small
stretch of material over her crotch, he'd land on her
crotch. What an ouch! that would be.
Lindsey tossed a peanut onto the porch, and landing on
all fours, Morris grabbed his prize and attacked the
shell. Lindsey dropped him two more.
Before Frank had left, Lindsey raised her night shirt and
commented, dryly: "This will look good with my bikini,
don't you think?" Two hickeys adorned each breast,
plainly visible above the nipple.
Frank kissed her gently beneath the chin. Then he removed
her shirt. "It's too cold to swim in the lake," he said.
"I wasn't thinking about swimming," Lindsey said, as
Frank continued to kiss. "I was thinking about laying
out."
"Sunbathe nude," he said.
Lindsey giggled. A shiver ran down her spine. She tried
to protect her neck. "Stop!" she cried. "I'm already one
big hickey!"
"If that's true, I insist you sunbathe nude."
Lindsey continued to laugh. "Maybe I will!"
"You will not!"
"I will if you're not here to stop me!"
Frank eyed her. "I call the neighbors, then. Invite them
to watch."
A pickup truck bounced by on the graveled road outside
and the driver beeped. Lindsey covered her breasts.
"People can see," she said, looking out the big window.
"I know. Let them."
"Frank!"
Frank laughed again. He uncrossed Lindsey's arms and put
them at her sides. Then he kissed her breasts,
languishing on each nipple, devoting his full attention.
Lindsey began to squirm.
"You're making me horny."
"I certainly am."
"But you're going to leave."
"Yes."
"Leaving me alone."
"That's the idea."
Lindsey considered what a nude sunbather would offer her
neighbors. She considered how sunbathing nude would feel.
Then she shuddered as Frank nipped her with his teeth.
"Son of a bitch," she muttered.
"Right again."
Removing half a dozen peanuts, Lindsey placed them on the
porch at her feet. Morris gave the pile a cursory once
over, then returned to his eating. She closed the bag and
stood up.
"Care to join me?" she asked, brushing off her lap.
Morris continued to eat. "If you decide, I'll be out
back."
Opening the front door, Lindsey set the bag of peanuts on
the floor and re-closed the door. She looked at the lake.
So far as she could tell, no one was looking. With one
quick motion, she lifted the nightshirt over her head and
stood beside the gently rocking swing. On it, she dropped
her nightshirt.
"This is very liberating," she informed Morris, pushing
back her hair. "You should try it some time."
Quickly removing her panties, Lindsey retrieved the
bottle of Coppertone and the towel from beside the swing.
She stepped off the porch. Out on the lake, the three men
in the boat stopped what they were doing and stared
intently toward the cabin. At half a mile, Lindsey
doubted they could tell she was nude. But they continued
to stare.
After Lindsey had disappeared around the side of the
cabin, Morris polished off the remaining six peanuts,
scampered across the lawn to a tall oak and climbing it,
disappeared into a nest at the top.
For a time, the men in the boat argued amoungst
themselves, gesturing toward the cabin. Eventually, they
returned to drinking their beer. Occasionally, one stared
longingly at the cabin. After a time, their curiosity
waned. Lindsey's cabin became just another cabin on the
lake.
The End
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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