tagErotic CouplingsEarth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 04

Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 04

byBOSTONFICTIONWRITER©

Earth day? Naked? Really? It is? He couldn't believe his luck. He couldn't believe his eyes. His girlfriend is a super freaky naked Native American Sioux Indian. He couldn't believe that he was finally going to have hot sex with his girlfriend. Life is good.

He knew there was something that he loved about Earth Day. What a wonderful day? He wished every day was Earth Day.

He didn't dare verbalize his thoughts for fear that she'd put on her clothes and ask him to leave her wigwam. Whatever that was and whatever that was, he wanted to wig her wam, if you know what he meant because I certainly don't. Probably, there's an error in the translation. He wanted to wam her wig. Yeah, now that's a bit better, I think, kind of, not really.

Once seeing her naked and after watching her dance around the room for a time, it took all the control that he had not to put his hand to his mouth and run around the room behind her in his version of an explosive sexually excited Indian powwow dance. He imagined that his dance would quickly become his sexual horny dance and once stopping his dance he imagined pushing her down upon the thick shag carpet to jump her naked bones. He imagined continuing his explosive sexually excited Indian powwow dance after making love to her, that is, once he woke up from his nap. Only, he figured that if he did that, he'd really freak her out and she'd throw him out. He was just glad that she couldn't read his mind and discover all the wicked things that he wanted to do to her pussy and mouth with his cock.

"I don't wear any clothes the whole day," she said with a smile while dancing around the living room. When she said that she made him wish that he was a Sioux Indian so that he could dance naked with her. "I love being naked," she said spinning and spinning. "I love the feel of the cool air on my naked body."

'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' She was a spinning blur first in one direction and then in the other direction. All that flowed through his one track mind was 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...'

Then, she restarted her dance, but by spinning in the opposite direction. 'Pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass...'

Suddenly, he thought of ice skaters and now realized why he never watched ice skating on television. Because of their costumes, albeit tiny costumes, he still couldn't see their asses, tits, or pussies. If they skated naked, he'd be a loyal fan. Forget about Boston Red Sox baseball, New England Patriots football, Boston Bruins hockey, and Boston Celtics basketball, if there was nude ice skating, he'd buy the premium cable package to nude ice skating. Moreover, he'd have all his monies refunded from all the season tickets that he held to team sports to buy season tickets to nude ice skating. He imagined himself in the stands of every ice skating event cheering for his favorite naked female skater, 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...'

He'd be there in the stands holding up his handmade sign that read in big, bold red letter, 'Ass, tits, pussy...'

He imagined traveling the world following the naked Icescapades. He'd be there for every show in every city to watch his beloved naked Icescapades. Then, when the Olympics caught on to the rage and added naked ice skating to their Olympic competitions, along with naked down hill skiing naked track and field, he'd be a loyal Olympic fan. He imagined his favorite event being the naked broad doing the naked broad jump.

The men who attended to watch many of the naked men's events, mostly gay, were all for the idea. They loved having their peckers flopping around as they twirled, spun, and leapt high into the air. He figured he'd only buy tickets to the naked women's events. He imagined the women on the other hand being a bit embarrassed. He imagined Tanya Harding wanting to make a comeback and volunteering to skate for free, so long as she could skate naked. Back to reality, he watched her dancing imagining that he was watching her skating naked on ice with a crowd of horny men cheering her on while watching her doing her spins and jumps on the ice.

I don't know about any of you guys, but there is something sexually exciting about a woman dancing that invigorates me. The only thing that excites me more than a woman dancing is a woman dancing naked. Now, the only thing missing from this erotic equation was a pole positioned in the middle of the room, copious amounts of alcohol, loud music, and a bunch of my screaming, horny buddies holding dollar bills and cheering for her to continue her naked Earth Day celebration dance for my personal pleasure before turning it into an erotic lap dance with her riding my stiff personal pole of pleasure.

'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...'

"It gets me in touch with nature and with my ancestors and I feel so free," she said tilting back her head while spinning faster and faster in the fashion of an ice skater.

'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...'

"I wish every day was Earth Day."

"I'm sorry," he said thinking that he was really onto something with the naked ice skating being part of the Olympics in Beijing, China. She interrupted his perverted train of thoughts while he wondered if the Chinese pussies really went from east to west instead of from north to south. "Did you say something?" 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' is all that he thought.

"I wish every day was Earth Day," she said again.

"Yeah," he said staring at her round ass, her symmetrical tits, and succulent pussy, as her body spun around before him. "I love Earth Day, too."

'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...'

"This is how it used to be before our people wore clothes to cover our nakedness from the white man's laws," she said looking at him before raising her hand to her mouth in a mocked powwow while doing her Indian ceremonial dance to celebrate Earth Day.

"Maybe, we should pull the shades," he said noticing that whoever lived across the way had a perfect and unobstructed view of her ass, tits, and pussy. He walked across the room to pull the shades. "Someone might see you."

"It doesn't matter," she said. "Lots of people have seen me naked already. I'm not embarrassed by my expressive naked dancing. I've been caught naked by the mailman and the UPS guy," she said with a wink. "It'd be embarrassing if it wasn't so funny and if I wasn't dancing a celebratory sacred Sioux dance. You should have seen the looks on their faces though," she said laughing. "I just said sorry, accepted my package, and closed the front door."

The thoughts of lots of people seeing her naked, specifically the mailman and UPS man catching a glimpse of her nude body excited him. He made a note to ask her about that during pillow talk before, during, and after they had sex later. He wondered how such a modest woman could suddenly become such an exhibitionist.

He watched her tits bouncing around while she danced her Earth Day celebration dance. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' She was full of energy. It was apparent that she loved life. He couldn't wait until she was dancing around his cock. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' Around and around she spun her naked dance in celebration of Earth Day. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...'

Then, again, without warning, she changed her direction and spun in the opposite way. 'Pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass...'

"Earth Day?" Forgetting that she was more Indian than she was American and didn't subscribe to all of the laws of the white man, he blurted his ignorance. "Earth Day is not even a federally recognized holiday."

"Yes, so," she said. "What difference does it make if it's not recognized by the federal government to me? It's recognized by my people. It's our day to commune with nature and to devote ourselves in a concentrated effort to help devise plans that will help save the planet that the white man has plundered."

"I mean, it's not a real holiday like Martin Luther King Day where they spend the entire day in church reflecting on all the women that the Civil Rights Activist cheated with while Corretta Scott King stayed at home with the kids and while he was off having a dream...of a motel room filled with naked women and drugs."

"That's not funny, Freddie, to slander the name of the good Dr. Martin Luther King."

"It's only slanderous if it's not true," he said with a sly smile.

"Yeah, well, I read that about him, too. Still, as a people, we believe that it's not good to talk bad about the dead, even if he was quite the philanderer. We believe you must celebrate the good qualities of someone who has passed over to the other side so that they fly up to the Heavens and reach Nirvana upon the wings of the Phoenix."

See, there she goes again talking about an imaginary mythical bird and about the things that I can't possibly understand when my second brain, my penis, is engorged with blood and when the focus of both my minds are on one thing...sex with a naked Native American Indian girl. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' Around and around, she spun her naked dance in celebration of Earth Day. 'Ass, tits, pussy...pussy, tits, ass...'

"Still, what he did in his private life does not diminish all the good he did and all the people he helped free with his civil rights activism," she said giving him that look like he had done something wrong.

'Hey,' he thought, 'don't look at me like that. I rooted for the Indians every time I watched a cowboy movie, okay, not every time, a couple of times, okay, one time when I watched Kevin Costner with Mary McDonnell in Dancing With Wolves. Mary McDonnell, as Irish as General Custer, made a wonderfully hot Indian squaw.

She continued dancing, only more slowly and seductively. She'd rear up on her toes pushing out her pelvis. A little bit of drool formed on his lip as he stared at her perfectly trimmed pussy.

His pulsating cock that tented up his pants kept beat to her movements as she danced across the living room carpet, ass...tits...pussy...ass...tits...pussy...ass...tits...pussy. Slowly she spun her naked dance in celebration of Earth Day for his appreciative viewing pleasure. Truly, he was enamored with this holiday.

"And it isn't a real holiday like Car Day where the automobile dealers take out full page ads in the local newspapers and plaster their cars all over the television while pushing out plastic statues of dead presidents to sell Chevy Impalas and Ford Focuses. Have you seen the ad where they drive a Hummer across the Delaware River at its lowest point and all the revolutionary soldiers are sitting on the roof with paddles while General George Washington is standing and then the narrator says, "This is the car that George Washington would have bought when he needed to cross the Delaware, a Hummer."

"Yeah, I saw that it was just as disturbing as the Native American Indians they use in commercials to poke fun at stuff. I hate that as much as the cigar store Indians that are still displayed in front of country stores throughout the United States. Then, of course, there are the Cleveland Indians and the Atlanta Braves who poke fun at us, too by even using a tomahawk to beat a drum."

"And what about the car commercial with President Lincoln where Lincoln is driving a Porsche Cayenne and the announcer says, If Lincoln wanted to free slaves today he'd be driving a Porsche Cayenne. Porsche...nothing even comes close."

"Yeah, it is a bit ridiculous, but to my family this is still an important holiday, so please don't make fun of it."

Then, she said something miraculously (truly it was a miracle that she said this) and erotically thought provoking. She said what every man dreams and lustfully desires to hear from the woman that he, well, lustfully desires, actually for that matter to hear these words from any female, especially one who is naked is exciting. She said those words that endear every naked woman to every man's heart.

"You can remove your clothes and put them here and then follow me downstairs."

Hammer time!

'What? Remove my clothes? Did she just invite me to remove my clothes...all of my clothes? She wants me to be naked like her?' he thought. 'Did I hear her correctly? Did she just invite me to (gulp) get naked with her and follow her downstairs to the land of the Phoenix and to the lustful and sacred place of Nirvana and a place of sexual debauchery? Ass! Tits! Pussy! This is it!' His mind was screaming with horniness and passion.

Finally, he was going to make love to her. Finally, he was going to get laid. He hoped that she'd stroke his cock before sucking him to make him really hard and then, he imagined her inserting his stiff cock in her wet pussy.

'The pitch, the swing, and Holy Cow, that ball is way out of here over everything and gone, gone, gone, a grand slam homerun! Look at him running around the bases now!'

His brain echoed his thoughts of lust and desire for her. His thoughts of baseball did nothing to impede his erection. He didn't want to ruin the moment by going faster than she was, but what the Hell, she was already naked. She was already waiting for him at home plate with her legs spread wide open waiting for him to slide head first into home. She was already there. He was the one who needed to catch up with her.

For the first time, she was ahead of him. For the first time he really felt that she wanted him. There she was already downstairs and waiting for him to follow her to the passion pit. He figured she'd be lying on the sofa or the floor or the coffee table waiting for his naked body to make love to her.

'Taking it all in, enjoying the moment, and savoring this homerun, he's slowly rounding the bases waving to the cheering fans while blowing them kisses. He's playing this grand slam homerun up for all that it's worth,' he imagined his imaginary sexual sports announcer calling the play by play action.

Quickly, Freddie erased the baseball analogies from his mind and stripped off his clothes. Finally, he was going to have sex with his girlfriend. He couldn't wait to get naked and to show her his big cock.

He imagined the feel of her hand gently stroking him as he French kissed her and felt her ass, her tits, and her pussy. He imagined her on her knees taking him in her mouth and cumming in her mouth as she swallowed his hot load. He imagined her sprawled naked on her bed while she screamed like a wild Indian when he gave her orgasm after orgasm with his mouth, his tongue, and his cock. He imagined pounding her hot Indian naked body with his Caucasian naked body like a Tom Tom drum.

He couldn't wait to finally get her alone. He couldn't wait to taste her sweet pussy. He couldn't wait to mount her and hump her before rolling her over on top of him and watching her tits bounce up and down and side to side as he fucked her and she fucked him. He couldn't wait to make love to his sweet, Indian squaw, er, woman.

After dating her for nearly four months and not receiving much more than an all too brief two fingered hand job where he didn't even cum, he was beginning to get blue balls. He waited until she walked ahead of him and disappeared downstairs before he gave his cock half dozen quick strokes. Proud of his big prick, he wanted it to be really stiff. He wanted to show her how big it got when he was really excited. Oh, yeah, he'll show his squaw who the big chief is around here now. He'll show his squaw his totem pole up close and personal.

'Ass!' he thought while descending the stairs. 'Tits!' he thought as the passion pit loomed closer. 'Pussy!' he thought when he saw her standing there naked by the bottom of the stairs.

To be continued...

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