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An entry in the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024.
Caution: Some Suggestive Erotic Scenes, but there is No Graphic Sex.
Thanks to RDA and friends for the Beta read and comments.
Copyright© by the Author writing under the pen name of Al Tend, All Rights Reserved.
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I beat a humbled, hasty retreat; humiliated by failure. The evil black laptop that lurked in the stygian abyss of my cottage office had forced me to stumble forth, defeated, for the time being. I needed a break, before I started ripping what was left of my already white hair out. Or, worse yet, murdering, poor innocent story lines by deleting them. It was a frustrating morning of battling with some difficult characters. They seemed perversely determined to wander away, in my imagination, from the carefully laid out plot in the story I was struggling valiantly to write.
What was supposed to be a perfectly straight forward, ‘Knight of The Round Table, in Shining Christian Armor,’ type fable was being twisted by the little Freudian ‘Id succubus demons’ into some kind of erotic fantasy. I hoped that viewing the magical sights in front of my winterized cottage porch would clear these titillating thoughts from my head. I figured a little light lunch would help quell the demons that had now invaded other parts of my body and were beginning to grumble in my stomach.
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Sandwich construction is an art form that requires great skill to master. That skill is mine — If I do say so myself. My baloney and processed cheese slices on white bread with generous dollops of mayo and mustard had me salivating. After rinsing off the knife and putting it in the dishwasher, I went outside to enjoy my lunch in the glorious noontime sunshine. On the way I grabbed a cold can of beer from the fridge.
The view across the tiny lake, with its mirror-smooth finish reflecting the scattering of puffy white clouds overhead, was something I never got tired of. The lush, early summer foliage was bursting out with verdant life in the seemingly never-ending maple forests and bushes surrounding my haven. I could just smell the new life that Mother Nature was bringing forth.
However, it appeared that the derelict lodge which sat directly across the large pond had finally been bought up and was renovated after having sat vacant for the last couple of years. I was saddened when a gang of construction workers had swarmed it and then disappeared when the work was done just a few weeks ago. This turn of events was a great pity because my cottage and the lodge were the only properties on the lake. I had enjoyed the total solitude of being the only inhabitant of the lake for a long time, since the last lodge owner had gone broke.
I was just about to take a huge bite out of my masterpiece sandwich and was in the process of preparing for it by thoroughly lubricating my throat with a goodly slug of beer when a totally naked woman burst through the bushes bordering my lawn. She was followed by another and then another all equally naked — well, except for their running shoes. I spat my beer out — almost choking in the process — and my masterpiece sandwich slid off the plate to sadly go splat on the porch boards. My stunned surprise was total; that’s not a vision you have every day. So much for clearing impure thoughts from my head. I feared the demons were winning the battle for my imagination.
“Hey there,” they all said in unison, like they were connected with some kind of magical telepathy.
“Hey,” I replied. And then managed to shut my mouth before anymore drool escaped.
“Nice day huh?” The tall statuesque, twenty-something brunette who had been first to emerge from the bushes said casually as she strode forward, with the redhead and blonde in tow; like they naturally belonged there. I couldn’t help myself. I openly admired this unexpected gift from Sahabet Heaven of three beautiful Goddesses coming toward me. Maybe the Gods didn’t hate me after all. What can I say, I’m a guy, I may be old but I’m not dead yet — as far as I know. I noted, they were all obviously very fit looking, and proportionally well endowed.
All of a sudden my big head felt as if it had been drained of blood by this vision, and I couldn’t even think of anything more intelligent to answer her question with than the not very rhetorically brilliant, “Yep, sure is.” Meanwhile, I may have crumpled my beer can some.
“We’ve been hiking around the lake and are kind of thirsty,” said the brunette. Would you mind if we pump some water from your well to drink.”
I stared at them bug-eyed believing, maybe I had finally died and gone to heaven? It was such a shame as I had only just started to enjoy my retirement.
“Are you Okay?” asked the redhead.
“Maybe I should take you inside, out of the sun, and lay you…umm down?” said the blonde, grinning like one of my imaginary demons.
“No, I mean, Yes by all means; help yourself,” I managed to stammer, as my brain caught up to what my eyes and ears were taking in. In fact I was more than Okay, as I felt a stirring in my nether regions, and it wasn’t even Saturday porn night.
Taking the lead again, the brunette said, “Let us introduce ourselves, since we are going to be neighbours. My name is, Mona.”
And the red head chimed in, “I’m Brigid.”
Followed by the blonde, who assumed an interesting, proudly projecting pose like the nude female figureheads on the ancient sailing ships, and breathed out in low smoky piano bar voice, “I’m Freya.”
Meanwhile, I kept standing there like a marble statue staring at Freya.
“And you are?” hinted Mona.
Snapping back to reality, I managed to blurt out, “Umm, John.”
“Well, Umm John, nice to meet you,” they all said in unison.
There was that curious co-ordination of their thoughts thing, again.
The three nubile young women congregated around the ancient pump which was attached to my well. The thing hadn’t been used in a few years, since my wife passed away, and I wasn’t sure if it even still worked. Mona started pumping the handle up and down, vigorously transmitting interesting bounces to her plump boobs. She soon tired, and Brigid took over with a similar lack of result.
“I think it’s busted,” Freya said as she gave it a try. After staring at all of this jiggling and bouncing boobage, I was harder than the cast iron pump handle. I was finally able to close my mouth again before any more flies got in and focus on the problem. Now to be honest, of course, the reason the old cast iron pump hadn’t been used in years was because long ago when the electricity lines reached this neck of the woods, I had installed an electric pump and I had running water inside the cottage — but I didn’t want to spoil the show by just simply handing them each a glass of water and watching them go on their way.
“Well, it hasn’t been used in years,” I admitted. “But sometimes all it needs, to get the old thing working is some lubrication to prime it and wet the leather — so to speak. Here let’s try this.” I had managed to hang on to my beer, although the can was now well and truly crushed. And I poured a goodly amount of it into the slot for the plunger. I gave it a few strokes and I could immediately feel the weight of the water rising.
“There, try it now. Keep pumping, and I’m sure it will rise to the top soon,” I said to Mona. She stroked away for a while but got no results and handed it off to Brigid, who couldn’t get it to work either. “You have to do it faster,” I advised. “You can’t let the suction be broken or you’ll have to start all over again.”
“Like this?” asked Freya as she got a more determined grip on Sahabet Giriş the pump handle and pumped for all she was worth. I got behind her and began to pump with her and felt the weight reaching an almost unbearable height, as her flexing backside had an interesting effect on my shorts covered…
I could almost hear the demons shouting with glee as if their team was about to win the Stanley Cup.
However, I insist, I wasn’t perving on them — well, maybe just a little.
But Freya was tiring, and Mona pushed her out of the way and took over again and replaced her in front of me.
The momentary disruption had caused the rising water to subside a bit, but her rapid pumping soon had things rising again. Finally Brigid followed quickly by Freya until they had all taken a spell. Low and behold there was an almighty gusher. Rusty water spewed out of the spigot and sprayed all over the girls. It surprised the hell out of them. I don’t know if the stains will ever come out of my shorts.
Oops! My bad. I forgot to warn them or put something there to stop it from making a mess.
As I mentioned, the water from the old pump pipe was all rusty, and I didn’t think it was fit to drink. It was only good for the one thing my late wife used it for and that was to water the flowers and bushes. If they ever discovered the deception I hoped they would forgive me. It certainly made my day.
Pumping away at that thing was thirsty work. So I invited the girls to share a glass of cold white wine on my porch and they gratefully accepted. A couple of bottles of wine later and I had the whole story out of them.
The old lodge had been bought by an extended family of naturists and this was their national nude day. To celebrate, the young women had decided to hike the three mile trail around the lake, not realizing that my old cottage was still inhabited. The three girls were on summer vacation from their respective colleges, and being outdoor enthusiasts were exploring the locale.
The old lodge had been bought by the senior members of their extended family as a weekend getaway/vacation home for their clan. Well, since we were going to be neighbors, naturally, the only neighborly thing to do was to invite them to stop by again, anytime. They promised they would. But in the meantime, they insisted — all but dragging me along — that I had to come back to the lodge and be introduced to the rest of their kin-folk.
Mona who was definitely their spokeswoman said, “Our three Grannies are going to just love you.”
“And probably fight over who gets you,” chirped Brigid.
“Why they might just eat you alive,” chuckled Freya.
I was a bit disappointed by having my fantasy bubble about these young women deflated. But realistically I was old enough to be — well, their Grandfather.
Mona said, “Did I mention that they are all widowed?”
“And still very good looking,” added Brigid.
“Definitely still lusty,” grinned Freya, as she gave me a slow dramatic wink.
“I should add as well — all wealthy!” threw in Mona, not to be outdone by her cousin’s libidinous teasing.
“They are the ones that bought and had the lodge refurbished,” added Brigid.
“We’ll be spending most of the summer here before college starts again in the fall. All summer long we’re going to enjoy everything — and I really mean everything — the neighborhood has to offer,” concluded Freya, blowing me an exaggerated kiss.
My fantasy life, thanks to my demons, perked up again.
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As we set off down the trail around the small lake, I was glad that their well-rehearsed tag-team act was finally over. Bringing up the rear, behind the three young women, I decided enjoying the beautiful view was my new favourite thing.
But, I still stick to my story, I wasn’t perving on them. I’m fully aware of the insurmountable Sahabet Güncel Giriş age gap.
‘You were perving, you’re just a garden variety, dirty old man,’ one of my demons piously placed in my head. Wait, piously? Must be my morality angel!
Okay, Okay, I was perving — a lot. But I come by my title of ‘Dirty Old Man’ honestly. I’ve had to endure, a lot of very frustrating, years of going without. Now I’m just going to enjoy the ride. So, put a cork in it! Angels…and Demons. The little imaginary melodrama between good and evil playing out in my writer’s imagination ended as we crossed the small outlet stream and started across the warm sand. We reached the lodge, after a short walk.
The first Mom I was introduced to took it upon herself to bring me around to meet everyone. I met all of the other Moms, Dads and younger kids playing or sunning themselves on the beach. As is usual with me in a mass introduction, the names go in one ear and out the other. I figured I’d get to know them personally over time and then start to remember names.
All of a sudden I realized, I didn’t know where the three girls who had invited me here had disappeared to — they were nowhere in sight, and hadn’t been for a while. Then I was unceremoniously pulled, by the Mom, into the shadows under a big Spruce tree. I was introduced to the gorgeous grandmothers perched in Muskoka chairs sipping on some drink they called Ambrosia, which I wasn’t familiar with. But I was soon a fan — of all of the ladies and their preferred beverage.
I had thought the granddaughters were well-endowed…let’s just say, they were now just pleasantly-perky in my estimation. That’s because when compared to the prodigious-pillows which were on display, and which I’ll describe as proudly-plump, well…I’ll forgo the analogy to pyramids.
I was invited to, “Have a seat,” by the brunette Granny. And guess what, her name just happened to be, Mona. She added, by way of explanation, when she noticed my questioning look at her name. “Umm…Oh, I know, It’s an old family name, it’s traditional that it be passed down to each succeeding generation.”
“Oh, okay.” Was my brilliant reply.
“Take a load off,” added the smiling redhead, whose name just so happened to be Brigid.
“Have a drink,” purred the blonde, as she handed me an inviting glass and letting her fingers trail a little languidly over my hand.
“Let me guess, you’re Freya?”
“Now you’re catching on. It’s the magic of this place!” and then gifted me with a wide happy sensuous smile as she ran her tongue around her bright red lipstick painted mouth.
“But you’re overdressed for our side of the lake,” said Mona.
“Let the boys hang free.” Added Brigid.
Very red-faced I did.
“Don’t you feel liberated? Asked Freya.
Can anyone spell turtle?
I couldn’t plant my ass in a vacant chair fast enough.
The question in my mind was, ‘Now, who was perving on whom?’
The rather obvious coincidence of the similar names and hair colors between the generations struck me. It must run in their families — or, as one of my demons pointed out, maybe there was a two-for-one hair dye sale in some store! I suppressed the little bugger, for now. My Angel had nothing to say.
A few Ambrosias with the — all very attractive and no older than me — three Goddesses later, and it was decided I had to stay for the family corn on the cob, weeny and marshmallow roast. Thankfully, they weren’t finished playing with me yet.
Things were perking up.
My day had just gotten better and better and better.
I was feeling so mellow, that I had totally forgotten about those pesky characters which obsessed me this morning, before I met this remarkable tribe. Time enough some other day to have a go at them and their naughty demons.
I sighed happily. I was looking forward to an interesting and very stimulating summer, getting to know the new neighbors much, much better. Maybe, just maybe, my fractious characters had a point.
Who knows, perhaps I would get lucky and have a chance to let my inner demons loose.
And not only on National Nude Day!
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