Earth Day, in my understanding, is a time to think about the environment, to consider that we only have one Earth, one place to live, and that it is in our best interests to take good care of it. Over time, though, it has become clear to me that Earth Day is also a rallying point for those individuals who claim a personal connection with our planet, followers of ancient and esoteric disciplines, and opportunities for vegetarians and animal rights activists to attract attention to their causes. This tale concerns my discovery of a person who exemplifies the best of these traits.
I went to school in a small town in Indiana. The college there is beautiful, and one end of the scenic campus, ‘the Point,’ offers breathtaking views of Midwestern trees and waterways. Excellent hiking abounds nearby, and appreciating nature was an unavoidable element of the college experience for most of us. Our college was the perfect place for a regional Earth Day celebration.
Kay organized the event. Kay was blond and curvaceous, a gregarious, athletic woman with a smile that dominated even in the natural beauty of the landscape. Having seen her grow from a child into a woman before my eyes, I was only marginally aware of her sensuality, though it was natural and intoxicating. What I always noticed was her quick, infectious laugh and her powerful, shapely legs. We exercised together several times a week, and I counted her among my dearest friends.
Kay had organized the Earth Day activities to include area restaurants, regional apparel and sportswear retailers, national activist groups, and an internationally-recognized nutritionist. It was truly a coup for her and her passions, and she was lit up like a Christmas tree for the entire week prior to the event. Every time I saw her, she seemed to be thriving on the stress, the challenges, and the juggling act that she was obligated to perform in order to get this thing off the ground. I marveled at her intensity, her organization skills, and her work ethic. A confident woman in control is sexy; I don’t care what anyone says.
The best preparations, however, cannot control nature. There was a warm rain falling on the day of the festival, a spring Saturday, and it kept some of the crowd away. We had erected a large tent on The Point, and that had become a focal point for the day’s activities. Nonetheless, many adventurers braved the trails for hikes, ate their vegetable kabobs under trees, and strolled along the flower-lined paths through the campus. Overall, the day was a huge success.
Kay took it all in stride. She had dressed for a sunny, warm day, as she often did this time of year. She wore a loose, floral-patterned, cotton skirt, a tank top that was probably a size too small for her muscular shoulders and back, and no shoes. Her hair was in a pony tail, and her breasts (in that top) definitely made one think of the nurturing Mother Earth. She swished along all day, her braless breasts bouncing heavily along with the soft ripple of her tight, round ass under her skirt.
Every person there wanted her, I think. From my post at the tofu barbeque station, I watched her move quickly and efficiently from area to area, and horny sets of eyes followed her like they were glued to her beautiful body. At some point during the day, she acquired an anklet of bells from some Asian religion or another, and the ubiquitous jingle announced her arrival for all of us.
