My sister in law is hot. At family gatherings I have to look the other way or I'll just start to stare and mentally connect the various points of her body as if she were a heavenly constellation. Her body burns with hot spots that captivate the eyes like a galaxy of supernovas. Often I have wished I had a telescope and a view to see her undress, but like those stars thousands of light years away, it was a dream I thought would forever be out of my grasp.
She is older than I am by a few years and has been a teacher for a number of years. I am sure the students in her class have all kinds of fantasies about her. I fantasize about being in her class. The tight jeans that take form around her thin body, the shapely breasts that add to the beauty of any blouse, and the long, dark hair that seems to enhance the enigma of her sexy secrets give her an aura of power that makes one beg for mercy—which I often do alone in my bed in search of relief.
At times I wish I were a woman so I could get away with a few more "incidental" contacts and situate myself with closer proximity during conversations. Oh, the opportunity to put my lips near her ear and whisper sweet nothings while I tried to inhale her sweet scents. Perhaps, on a hot sunny day, I would have the opportunity to rub some lotion on her skin without arousing suspicion of my untoward intentions while arousing every fiber of my being.
The only time I had the opportunity to see her was during those large family get-togethers at holidays. I live close enough to my older brothers to do things like help with large house projects or watch football games, but I usually only saw her during sacred times of celebration—a rotten time to attempt adultery.
Still, when I did see her, the obligatory hugs were fraught as I could never just give her a warm familial hug. My fingers became receptors, trying to sense the slightest change in the contours of her back...was that her bra strap, did her shoulders feel tense, how much pressure can I apply before it's a hold rather than a hug?
While my fingers examined her back, I also paid attention to how close her breasts were to me. Was her embrace close enough to allow me to feel her breasts on my chest? Could I isolate the sensation of her nipples pressed against me? Well, it's no wonder at the end of the hug, I was too nervous to make eye contact. I ended up mumbling something about how nice it was to see her again and quickly found something to eat or drink because my breathing might give away something about me that would make her suspicious. Of course, my behavior probably gave something away, but it might have actually proven her suspicions and that would have been very embarrassing and caustic to the family festivities.
However, I knew that since my brother and she would presently be going through a divorce, even those scant opportunities of copping a feel would be coming to an end unless I thought of something soon.
Thinking of her was invigorating as well as frustrating. She made me aspire for love while being the love that was forbidden. I casually looked at the calendar to see what event I could distract myself with. Coming up was something I never used to think twice about: Nude Day. Usually people who celebrated being nude made me glad most people opted for clothes. You might see something sexy, but it was almost not worth the trouble of finding that needle in a haystack. So much dangling flesh, droopy breasts, and fat takes the sizzle out of what seems like a hot idea.
I, myself, would be another reason folks would probably vote to ban public nudity. I had gotten out of shape, was near 40, balding and had no more illusions of charming a sane, sensible, and sexy woman to my snake. However, an idea began to form and this Nude Day just might be the day that I get a clear view of that captivating heavenly body.
Shannon opened the letter and was definitely surprised. It was a colorful, typed invitation to a Nude Day pool party. And it was from her niece, Carol. She said a bunch of her college friends were going to celebrate Nude Day at one of her friend's homes and she thought Shannon could help chaperone the event (and supply some drinks). Carol explained that Nude Day allowed her to be an exhibitionist without getting into trouble and that it would be a lot of fun. Yet, she did ask Shannon not to share the information with others because only certain people were invited and only they needed to know about it.
Shannon was shocked to think her niece was so loose with her morals, but kids these days have a whole different way of social networking and this was another part of the trend apparently. She didn't think she would be comfortable in such an environment, but she also wanted to take her niece's request seriously. What if things did get out of hand? Actually, it seems most likely they would. Being a school teacher frequently exposed her to the forces of large doses of hormones.
But by and by, she let time pass without replying. Eventually, she got a text. It said,
"So, I hope u dcide 2 cum party w/us. XoXo, Carol"
The spelling made her blush, but texts often employed shortened words and she made the assumption that Carol just abbreviated most words no matter the "xxx" implications.
Having decided to accept the invitation, she smiled as she started to text, "I cunt wait..." She told herself she could explain it away as an innocent typo, but before she sent it she corrected the spelling. Nevertheless, she was startled to feel a tingling between her legs which she could not innocently explain away.
While the day approached I stayed busy. I sent other invitations to the football team. These invitations described a school party that would happen in a parent free zone all hours of the night with lots of alcohol and girls. It emphasized the Nude Day aspect, but it also explained it would be appreciated if people applied face and body paint as a way to disguise themselves. Modesty was not the goal, creativity was.
I got a high as I thought of all those black muscular specimens of strength at the party exposed to Shannon, and Shannon exposed to them. Naturally, word of mouth spread, and I became aware cheerleaders were going to be there as well as other popular pupils. The more the merrier.
The day finally arrived on the calendar. I made final preparations at my neighbor's house and thanked my lucky stars they had asked me to house sit while they vacationed. I put out the beer and liquor, chairs, towels, and some body paint accessories for those who would need them. The more people were loose, comfortable, and having fun, the more Shannon should be easy prey.
The students arrived in clusters, a bit nervous at first even if they were the party crowd. I had anticipated some hesitancy. The face paint was to help them overcome their inhibitions by masking their natural appearances. In essence, though naked, they could hide behind pigments of their imagination. .
