Chapter 20
Marjorie
Marjorie moved into Carter Court soon after her husband's passing. At 68, she seemed too young to consider a senior development, but loneliness and problems of maintaining a house colored her decision to move. She missed her husband, for sure. Her thoughts of him and her having intimate sex were still strong and were resolved mostly by masturbating for relief. At Carter Court, she didn't know what to expect, but many of those doubts were dissipated quickly when several of the women, notably Louise, another 68 year old, took Marjorie under her wing. This was a new feeling for Marjorie. In her former world, she was mostly preoccupied with matters of the home, her husband and her daughter. At Carter Court, her only concerns had to do with institutional living, eating and sleeping, notably. Otherwise, she was free to enjoy life at its fullest. Carter Court provided those outlets frequently. Trips, excursions, dinners at local restaurants were all part of that social scene.
So when Louise introduced herself and offered her assistance at settling in, a clue to how she was to enjoy life at Carter Court began. It began with Louise's daily presence in guiding her through the events of the day. It began with side excursions in Louise's car to the malls. It began with interesting side trips to neighboring towns and cities. It began with overnight stays at inns and resorts throughout the state and out of state. In all, a comfortable intimacy between Marjorie and Louise began to develop. Marjorie wasn't at all conscious of those intimacies, at first. Sometimes it would be Louise's hand on her shoulder while they walked. Sometimes it would be Louise's hand on her thigh as they whispered a comment to one another. At other times, it would be a hug or a friendly kiss. But she felt comfortable in this relationship throughout. In fact, she even missed Louise at times and wondered about this newfound interest in the day-to-day sharing with another woman. For it was the first time that she ever felt so close to another woman.
On those overnight trips to other cities, sharing a room with Louise brought on new feelings. At first, when they bathed or showered, modesty ruled. They avoided nudity. When Louise showered, it was behind a closed bathroom door. It was the same with Marjorie. But as the relationship matured, each relaxed in these circumstances. There were times when Louise would leave the bathroom door open. Marjorie would, too. There were the shared glimpses of each one's nakedness. Marjorie found herself looking at Louise's body with a new curiosity. Louise's breasts, for one, were quite different. The aging process made them less firm and more pendulous. And compared to her own, less firm. But they were attractive, nonetheless. Once, after an exhausting trek around Niagara Falls on one of their trips, they came back to the motel, showered and collapsed on their respective beds for a nap before heading out for an evening on the town. Louise lay naked on the bed with only a bath towel covering her. As she slept, the towel slid off and revealed Louise's cunt and breasts in all their glory. Marjorie couldn't help but look and observe Louise in her near state of nudity. Her cunt hairs were shaved at the edges. But the lips of her vagina resembled her own, full and moist. A new feeling came over Marjorie, the feeling of lust, the wonder at what it would be like to love and be loved by another woman. Her mind envisioned their two bodies entwined, their legs criss-crossing in a V, their vaginas and clitorises rubbing one another. She felt the warmth of the friction and the passion of the moment. She knew she was excited after she left her fantasy world and felt her own vagina, which had moistened noticeably. Both her hands began to play on her vagina, tickling, massaging, penetrating her now hot cunt and clitoris. She continued this playfulness, her eyes focused on Louise's nude body as she lay on the bed next to her. Her imagination had them together, feeling the warmth of their bodies. She saw Louise kneeling over her, their cunts at each other's face, and felt Louise's tongue toying and manipulating her hot and hardened clitoris. Suddenly, she felt the rush of her orgasm envelope her fingers and her hand. The intensity was such that it took everything she had not to scream her ecstasy. She tasted her love juices and, covering herself with her towel, slept. She woke to the sound of Louise washing in the bathroom and shouted, "Is it time to go? I sure slept. The walk must have really done me in."
Louise laughed and replied, "That makes two of us. I don't remember a thing since laying down."
As Louise washed, naked, Marjorie lay on her side facing the bathroom and admired Louise from a distance. She noticed that her arousal and curiosity continued, particularly as Louise bathed her crotch and cunt in the basin waters. From her vantage point, her cunt hairs glistened in the bright light of the bathroom and accented the protrusion of her pubic area. When Louise finished, Marjorie asked, "Finished? I'll wash and get ready now."
Marjorie moved into the bathroom, comfortably naked, and began her libations. Louise, meanwhile, sat near the TV, ostensibly watching CNN, waiting. But Marjorie couldn't help but notice Louise taking long and studied looks at her as she washed. The bathroom mirror allowed for this. A new feeling arose. She began to enjoy Louise's gazes and positioned herself so that Louise could gain a maximum view of her tits, cunt, and ass. Bending over the sink gave Louise a full view of Marjorie's tits. Pretending to drop a towel and stooping over allowed Louise a full view of her cunt and asshole. She even resorted to stretching under the guise of doing an exercise that allowed Louise to enjoy the movements of her body. Then she dressed and the two went to dinner.
That night, they returned to their motel visibly happy and slightly tipsy from the drinks they had at dinner. Both decided to get to sleep since they had another long day ahead of them. The night was warm and Louise announced that she was going to sleep in the nude. Marjorie agreed, "Yes, I think I will too." With that, they turned out the lights and went to sleep. But it was a light sleep for Marjorie. She woke a half hour or so later and glanced at Louise who lay with her head raised and her legs slightly elevated. The neon of the motel signs shone dimly into the room and fell directly on Louise. Marjorie noticed some movement of her hands and it became clear that Louise was massaging her vagina in a slow circular manner. She gave full attention to the labia of her cunt, but extended the massage to her stomach and her inner thighs. At the same time, she could tell that her head faced Marjorie, taking in her body and her nudity. Then the action became more and more focused. She could see Louise's finger and then fingers sink deeply into her vagina, massaging her clitoris with a concentrated vigor. Her hips rose to meet the thrusts and her pelvis began to gyrate with greater intensity. Then came the stifled moans of pleasure and satisfaction as Louise came, her words garbled but intelligible, "Oh! Baby. Oh! Marjorie." Her passion persisted for several minutes and ended with her tasting her love juices, licking her hand and fingers of her warm cum. With that, she turned and slept. The scene was too much for Marjorie. She felt her wet cunt and searched for the release that she needed. Her hands went to her hot cunt and massaged, her fingers coming to play on her hot clitoris until she came abundantly and ate the warm, sticky juices and slept.
After two days more at Niagara Falls, they returned to Carter Manor and their day-to-day routines. They decided to sign up for an exercise course at the Y. This enabled them to exercise daily and, Marie thought, "To get better acquainted with one another's body in the nude." Marie began to look forward to these sessions for that very reason. She could study Louise's body up close and fantasize their lovemaking. She would come home after each of these workouts and lay in bed visualizing Louise's and her bodies in intimate contact, loving, caressing, touching, tasting. Often, invoking these images were enough for Marjorie's arousal. More importantly, these invocations always led to magnificent and intense orgasms.
Unknown to Marjorie, Louise replicated these intimacies in the quiet of her own apartment. Marjorie suspected as much since she remembered Louise crying out her name at the moment of orgasm at the motel in Niagara Falls. Like Marjorie, Louise, too, would come home, lay naked on her bed and take out a vibrator she had and gradually massage her cunt and clitoris into ecstasy, always crying out Marjorie's name at the moment of truth. Afterwards, she would lay there and conjure up ways of seducing Marjorie. She decided to invite Marjorie to her apartment the next day after their exercise session and broach the question in terms of loneliness.
On their way home from the Y the next day, Louise asked, "Are you doing anything special Marjorie? How about coming up and joining me for a drink?"
Marjorie smiled and accepted instantaneously. "Louise, I was about to ask you the same thing. I would love to."
Entering Louise's apartment, Louise said, "Make yourself comfortable Marjorie. Take your shoes off and think of yourself at home." At the same time, she asked, "What are you drinking? Martinis, as in Niagara Falls?"
"That's fine, Louise," Marjorie replied as she kicked off her shoes and relaxed on the sofa.
Marjorie's martinis had an extra kick to them and before long both Marjorie and Louise were in a giggly, bawdy mood, reminiscing over childhood and adult traumas. Inevitably, the subject of loneliness came up, abetted by Louise's prompting, and the discussion got around to sex and missing their respective husbands and the fun times. Louise led the subject around to masturbation as a form of release and admitted openly to Marjorie that this was her only release for the last 5 years. Marjorie felt a twinge of lust in her crotch at Louise's admission and found herself agreeing with Louise.
"I do the same thing, Louise, but it's so lonely. Do you ever crave to have another fellow being around enjoying it with you," she queried. Louise noted the ambiguity of the question but chose to ignore it for the meaning she preferred, namely masturbating with Marjorie.
So she quickly added, "Yes, it gets quite lonely and I've, of late, gotten around to thinking of the two of us sharing this moment. I hope you won't be offended by my candidness."
Marjorie responded with the answer Louise had been hoping for, "Why Louise, why should I be offended. I find it gratifying that you think of me as such a close friend. I'm afraid, though, that I'm a bit inexperienced at this."
Louise lost no time and moved across to the sofa, kneeling before Marjorie, and in a voice husky with excitement said, "Let me show you." With that, she gently removed Marjorie's sweatshirt and bra and kissed her breasts tenderly, taking each nipple into her mouth and sucking gently. Her hands, too, were active. They slid her slacks and panties off in one movement, and, in the same motion, Louise's head found Marjorie's warm labia. Then she moved Marjorie's legs onto the sofa so that she lay prone, her naked body now being smothered with kisses and caresses from Louise's mouth and hands. In an instant, Louise, too, stripped and, kneeling before Marjorie's nakedness, loved her as never before. Tenderness was the hallmark of Louise's loving. Her mouth and tongue bathed Marjorie from head to foot. She began with tender kisses of her eyes and face and mouth. She continued to her breasts, loving her firm breasts with her hot mouth and tongue. She moved lower and Marjorie shuddered as she felt Louise's hot mouth and tongue move to her vagina. She toyed with her pubic area, licking, sucking, tasting the inner recesses of her loins. Her hot tongue probed the exterior and interior of Marjorie's cunt, diving deep into its warm and moist cavities, sucking the abundant juices that were beginning to flow from her cunt. Marjorie's body began to respond to this hot lovemaking. Her hips began to gyrate and move in synch with Louise's tongue as it fucked her hot cunt. The sensations became unbearable as the movement increased and it wasn't long before Marjorie felt an orgasm beginning in the lower groin, surging forward and enveloping the muscles of her vagina, stomach, and ass. She screamed, "Oh Louise. Don't stop. I'm coming. I'm coming. God, it's beautiful. Don't stop. Don't stop! Ohhhhhhhhh, it's coming and coming. OHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH! It's still coming." The screams succumbed to heavy breathing and then peace with Louise's own screams dominating. She was responding to Marjorie and her cunt emptied its hot juices onto the carpet and ran down her leg. She tasted and then rested her head full on Marjorie's cunt and the two shared their unspoken joy with sighs of love and satisfaction.
Chapter 21
Frank and Woodstock
Frank had only been at Carter Court six months. A recent triple heart by-pass necessitated this move, a move that was a little upsetting to a person who had lived a full life. A full life! What did that mean? To Frank, it meant a life in which the entire family was engaged in a nudist way of life. He grew up in nudism, his father, mother, two brothers and two sisters being involved in the naturist philosophy as far back as he can remember. So being naked was nothing new. In fact, it was something he relished and enjoyed. He grew up feeling the warmth of his father and mother's naked bodies pressed close to him. He witnessed erections on the part of his father and brothers that were taken as a matter of course. There were the normal erections of mornings. There were the involuntary ones. There were also the ones of arousal. Frank, too, had been part of the Woodstock generation. In 1969, when the crowd descended on Bethel, New York, Frank, then 38, was among that pace setting crowd.
Now, at age 67, nostalgia for those days overtook him and he decided, one day, to drive to Bethel in an attempt to recapture the feelings and emotions of those days. It was a 6 hour drive from Ohio, but Frank took it easy, driven by the desire to recoup the spontaneity of those days. In those days, he had gone with two of his friends, Paul and Bryce. As one writer put it, "Woodstock '69: Three days of peace, love, and music that changed the world." All of this fit into the philosophy of family in which he was reared. Woodstock represented, among other things, a time of experimentation, experimentation in lifestyles, radical politics, drugs, and communal living. Now he was alone, reliving those moments that still evoked vivid emotions and feelings.
He arrived at the farm on which those three days played out. He drove slowly down that country road, stopping here and there, finally pulling off at a cattle crossing. The scene was idyllic now. The smells of freshly mown hay permeated the air. A lone tractor trudged along a rise on which stood the stage of those memorable days. The fence was open, so Frank entered. He tried hard to envision the scene and the spot on which he and his friends stood, slept, and loved. There was a lot of that. He wondered, too, where the women of that loving had gone or were.
Lost in this reverie, he was startled by the sound of the approaching tractor. On it sat an old farmer, graying, portly, and ruddy in complexion. Under the bib overalls, at the chest, a dense profusion of gray showed. Since the buttons on the sides were open, Frank could see a belly covered with gray hair and sweat. A huge bulge in the crotch met his eye as well. The farmer was naked under the bib overalls, an aspect Frank would notice better than most people. His gnarled hands gripped the wheel of the tractor and gave witness to a life of hard work. But the voice was gentle and tender.
"Coming back for a visit after all these years?" he asked.
Frank smiled in wonderment at the question. "Yes," he replied, "but how did you know?"
"They all come back," the farmer added. "Weekly, we get 'em coming and roaming the fields. Feel free to do the same." There was a twinkle in his eye as he said that. His gnarled hands wiped the sweat from his brow and he pointed to a stand of trees on the rise. "Wander up that-a-way. It's cool up there and you can sit quietly in the shade of the trees and reminisce to your heart's content."
A twinge of lust flashed through Frank's mind. "I think I'll take you up on the roaming idea, Frank responded. "Maybe, later, when your work slows down, you can join me in that reverie."
The farmer smiled knowingly and said, "I might take you up on that" and drove off into the field.
Frank headed up the incline to the stand of trees on the horizon. Truly, it was cool and the view was magnificent. He found a spot covered with soft pine needles, back far enough so that he couldn't be seen from the road, but from which he could enjoy the scenery. The twinge of lust came back. The sense of freedom that came from being nude in the outdoors came back to him and he proceeded to take off his shoes, socks, pants, underwear and shirt. He stood naked under the sky, breathing deeply the freshness of the countryside. Partial sunlight filtering through the trees speckled his body with luminous gold and accented the gray hairs on his head, chest and pubic area. He walked barefooted on the soft pine matted ground, enjoying the soft and sensual texture of the pine on his feet, as well as the free movement of his cock and balls in the summer air. The aroma of pine wafted through the air compounding the sensuousness of the moment.
He lay back on his pine bed using his pants and shoes as a pillow and closed his eyes to recall the days of '69 when love dominated the scene before him. It was everywhere. He recalled Janie, a girl that he met, standing naked with him, their bodies wrapped only in an old army blanket. He remembered his cock in her warm cunt as they stood amid the throng surrounding him. He remembered the slow, rocking motion of fucking that went on for hours, a motion that went almost unnoticed by the bodies surrounding them, a fucking in which the cock stood still in Janie's cunt, each enjoying that presence in untold ways; she, because she enjoyed the quiet presence of his cock while her vaginal muscles worked their wonders on her and him; he, because his hard and rigid cock pulsed under Janie's manipulation of his cockhead. And as this reverie continued, Frank was suddenly aware that his cock stood hard before him as he lay on that forest floor. He took it in his hand and felt the lust surge in his loins. He stroked it slowly, gently, tenderly, at the same time massaging his breasts, his belly, his balls, his groin. The thought came to him suddenly that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, more beautiful than making love to yourself in the wide-open spaces of nature. His hand moved lovingly over his cock. The head moved in and out of his loose foreskin, dipping in the precum juices that were abundant in their outpouring. The wetness added to the stimulation as Frank's hand massaged the head with the soothing balm of his own juice.
Suddenly, in the midst of this quiet and peaceful reverie, Frank realized he had an onlooker. It was the old farmer. He stood over him, rubbing the large bulge inside his bib overalls. They said nothing but each felt the lust emanating from each other. The farmer stepped out of his untied shoes, barefooted, and with one movement dropped his bib overalls to the ground, revealing a huge, bulbous cock, throbbing in excitement, dripping in lust. The gray hair on his chest and portly belly, shone brightly in the partial sunlight as he knelt over Frank's face and inserted his 10 inch wet cock into Frank's mouth. Frank's hands reached up to massage his hot sweaty chest and belly as the old farmer moved his cock slowly in and out of Frank's hot mouth. Frank's finger found the old farmer's asshole as he fucked Frank's mouth and pressed it deep into the sphincter to massage his prostate. Neither had yet spoken. But at this juncture, the old farmer uttered a moan of delight.
This went on for a half hour or so, slowing down to stall the climax, moving rhythmically to increase the climax. Frank's nine-inch cock stood hard and rigid in this slow mouth fuck. At the same time, the old farmer's ass moved back far enough in his in-and-out fuck of Frank's mouth to touch Frank's dick. Forestalling a climax, the old farmer backed his hard cock from Frank's mouth and moved to where he could sit on Frank's hot and wet cock. It slid in the farmer's asshole easily and the farmer uttered another sigh of delight. He bent down to kiss Frank's mouth, eyes, brow, and neck as Frank's rigid cock rode deeply into the old man's asshole. The farmer abetted this penetration by moving his ass in and out and sideways to feel the fullness of Frank's cock in his asshole and on his prostate. The heat and sweat of the moment heightened this sexual olympiad and became too much for Frank. He screamed his orgasm into the hot asshole of the old farmer. His load splashed hard on the inside of the old farmer's asshole and prostate to which the farmer responded with his own screams. After taking all of Frank's juices, milking him dry, he rose up over Frank, grasped his huge, hard 10-inch cock, and exploded in Frank's face and open mouth. A river of cum shot out, splattering Frank's eyes, nose, mouth, and throat with warm, white cum, after which, the old farmer lay upon Frank in a kneeling position and ate and tasted the fruit of his passion as they tenderly kissed and loved.
The peace was such that Frank dozed. When he awoke, the farmer was gone and the reverie complete. Frank dressed, walked slowly back to the car, and drove to a motel where he spent the rest of a peaceful night. Early the next day, he returned home to Carter Court a renewed man.