Ted and Vickie were on vacation, taking a wandering road trip just to see what they might stumble upon. On the first day they stopped in Blue Ridge, Georgia. The small town was only a few hours from home but neither had visited it in several years. They had lunch in a brewpub, wandered the two-block long Main Street, and window-shopped several stores.
While checking out possible dinner spots they discovered a restaurant that would be having live music that night. Deciding to stay, Ted googled hotels on his phone and found one that looked good and had vacancies at a reasonable rate. He made the reservation and they headed over to it, as it was already past the check-in time.
Once settled in the room, Vickie started kissing and then fondling Ted. He, of course, reciprocated and it wasn't long before they were both naked. A spirited sex match ensued, involving both of them giving and receiving oral, some mild ass finger play, and a hearty pounding of cock into pussy, resulting in two orgasms for Vickie and one for Ted.
They showered, put on fresh clothes, and drove back to Main Street. They parked not far from the restaurant and walked to it. The hostess quickly seated them and in moments a waitress appeared to take their drink orders while they scanned the menus.
Once dinner was finished they settled the bill and moved to the lounge area on the lower level. They listened to the band - bluegrass, which is the most popular genre in this area - until ten and decided to head back to the hotel.
After completing their pre-bed routines they climbed into bed, both naked as usual. This time they made sweet, soft love with minimal foreplay. In their late 30s, neither usually needed any more than the presence of the one they loved. When Vickie spread her legs and Ted positioned himself between them, she reached down and made sure his cock was lined up with her opening. As he pushed forward it was apparent that she was fully wet and ready. Once they both came - her's triggering his - they cuddled and fell asleep, spooning.
The next morning they showered and dressed before going downstairs to avail themselves of the free breakfast. While they ate, they shared Vickie's iPad, with Google Maps open."This route looks interesting," Ted said, pointing at what appeared to be a rural road that connected with others that hinted at good scenery. Vickie agreed and the decision was made. Then they went back to their room, packed the few things that had been left out, and checked out.
Once in the car, Vickie programmed the iPad to lead them to the road they'd selected to start on. It headed northwest and crossed over into Tennessee, and it took them about fifteen minutes to get to it. Their instincts or perhaps raw luck were correct as the scenery on the road was spectacular. Spring had sprung, the trees and bushes were bright green with new life, and wildflowers populated the shoulders of the road. The rolling hills kept things interesting and, along with the many twisties, demanded Ted's complete attention.
By eleven o'clock they started thinking about lunch. There had been many times they drove for miles without seeing a house or building, or in fact any signs of human life. They began to worry they might have to change routes in order to find a restaurant when the saw as sign that read 'Consent 12 miles'.
Fifteen minutes later they turned right where another sign directed them and they soon arrived at a small building next to a barrier across the road. Pulling up to the building they saw 'Welcome Center' and 'Consent, TN'. Exiting the car, they entered the building to be greeted by a woman a few years older than they.
"Hi! I'm Gail. Do you have a reservation?"
"Um, no. We're just driving around and hoped to find a place for lunch," Ted said.
"Oh, so you don't know about Consent?"
"Not a thing. I guess we assumed it was just another small, rural town," Vickie offered.
"Well, it is, but it is much more. Are you familiar with free use?" Gail asked.
"The only free use I know of is sexual," Ted said. "I believe it's when a couple in a relationship agree that one person has complete access, sexually, to the other any time they want. That person basically can't ever refuse."
"That's pretty much correct, although there can be variations. Here in Consent it goes far beyond individual relationships. Every resident, in order to live here, has to grant free use to every other resident."
"I'm speechless! Pardon my language, but are you saying everyone who lives here fucks everyone else?" Ted exclaimed.
Gail laughed, "Well, they can, although I don't know how many have actually done everyone else. We have over 300 residents. And then there are the visitors, of course."
"What does that mean?" Vickie asked.
"Anyone who wants to visit Consent must sign a contract agreeing to be free use to any resident or other visitor who so desires. It also includes a non-disclosure agreement, to prevent anyone from encouraging prurient stories about us in the tabloids. Hence the name, Consent. We all give our consent."
"That's incredible. Does everyone walk around naked? Are there children here?" Ted asked.
"No, everyone, when outside their own home, is required to dress the same. Women wear a t-shirt dress such as this," she said pointing to her attire,"and men wear a t-shirt with elastic waist workout pants or shorts. Both genders are commando underneath." As she said this she pulled up the hem of her shirt dress to reveal a nicely trimmed bush and naked breasts.
"Here," Gail said, come take a look at this. Leading them down the counter she showed them a computer monitor. On the screen was a live video image of a restaurant. When a man approached a woman and they walked together toward the back of the place, Gail clicked a few keys and the image changed. They saw the couple enter a private room equipped with floor mats, padded hammocks, and a small sofa.
The man and woman both stripped and, as Gail had said, wore nothing underneath. Laying down on the mat the man got between the woman's legs and they immediately started having sex.
"Every retail shop and restaurant in town has a back room similar to this. While we've never had a rape or assault, everyone knows every such room is recorded full time, and the videos are maintained and reviewed before deleting.
"We didn't have these rooms when we first started, but issues were raised at our village hall meetings. Some people objected because others would sometimes engage in sex right at the table in the restaurant, or bend a woman, or man, over the display counter of a shop and take them from behind. Everything here is decided by vote and the majority voted to ban such behaviors. The back rooms are a solution that allows free use spontaneously while keeping the sex off the front page, so to speak."
