Regaining My Life Ch. 02

"Damn strings." Zoë took both hands and pulled the string on her thong. The small piece of cloth fell to the ground. As I has described, her very blonde pubes were trimmed into little runway on her mons. Her vulva was clean-shaven. I had stopped rubbing and just stared.

"Is it all you imagined?"

"More." I moved my hand over her taut stomach and then down onto her pubes. "Do I detect just the slightest bit of exhibitionism here," I said while rubbing sunscreen onto her labia being careful not to get any in her vagina.

She moaned, "Maybe. Here let me turn around."

What an ass, a lovely inverted heart-shaped ass. I continued spreading the lotion.

She said, "Make sure you get all my exposed skin." Zoë bent over and put her hands on her knees.

I massaged Zoë's butt cheeks and started down along her crack. As my fingers brushed her anus she groaned and bent further, touching her toes. I rubbed her asshole again. "Hate to see you get sunburned there."

I had a wonderful view of her back toe as she looked up at me from between her legs. "Do you like what you see?"

"My dear Zoë, you are a classic beauty." I rubbed both butt cheeks with sunscreen, then I moved lower, encircling her right thigh with both hands, spreading the lotion. I moved up so that my inner hand made contact with her pussy, moisture soaking my hand. I licked some off. I did the same thing with her left thigh. "OK, turn around."

She turned around and her trimmed pussy was in front of me.

I asked, "How much of an exhibitionist are you?"

"Oh, I'm strictly an amateur. Sometimes on a hike, I'll go topless, but only a couple times have I let people see me. Once I was with Chris, and we dared each other to walk past these guys topless."

I continued rubbing on sunscreen, "Chris said she was a closet exhibitionist. You and Chris. I would have loved to have been there." My evil mind had a thought, "Bet you won't do it today."

"Bet I would. Matter of fact I'll hike all the way up to our picnic spot with nothing on but my hiking boots."

"OK, that's a bet," I said, putting my hand up.

Zoë shook it and asked, "What do I win?"

"Well, it needs to be something good. Any ideas?"

"How about the loser has to do anything the winner wants for a full day."

"OK, but I'm not fixing your roof."

She chuckled. "Oh no, nothing like that. Maybe things like laundry and cleaning house, though."

"So, I get to walk behind a naked Zoë all the way up to the picnic spot?"

"Unless I chicken out. I'm still wearing my boots."

"Of course, but I'll still have a nice view for part of the way. And the winner gets to direct the loser's activities for a whole day?"

"That's a bet."

"OK then. Looks like you need to lose your top."

Zoë reached up and undid the string on her halter exposing her pretty breasts. She folded the two small pieces of fabric and put them into her knapsack. She put her knapsack on her back, which left her lovely ass still exposed.

"I can wear my hat, right?"

"Absolutely. It accessorizes your ensemble perfectly Dr. Maisano." She struck a modeling pose and held it for a moment. "I wish I had a camera."

"No photos! Do you want to walk with me or follow behind me?"

"I'll follow. The view from there is beautiful."

"Then follow me Dr. McMullen."

We moved out of the clearing and back onto a forest trail. Zoë kept the pace leisurely. Occasionally she would speed up just so she could turn around and wait for me. I think she really enjoyed me admiring her body.

_ _ _ _ _

Now my mind was working out all that Zoë told me. She knew that Chris and I had been lovers. Chris wants the Wood Nymphs to take care of me, although not necessarily sexually? That could be arranged? I wonder if they had spoken about Zoë getting involved with me sexually, friends with benefits. What was I talking about? I had just had my hands on every part of her beautiful body, every part. This was going fast.

We continued walking about another fifteen minutes. We hadn't seen anyone. Zoë had just turned around again and was waiting for me, her hands on her hips providing the full frontal view.

I felt the call of nature. "I need to return the rented coffee."

"What?"

"I need to empty my bladder."

Zoë's eyes sparkled, "Can I help?"

"That's probably fair given you are the naked one. Let's step off the trail a little." I walked about thirty paces into the woods so that a tree was between the trail and me. I set the knapsack down and turned to face Zoë. "Want to do the honors?"

She stood in front of me, unbuckled my belt and undid my fly. "Now what?"

"We now extract Mr. Penis from his hiding place. It is probably easier if you pull my skivvies down."

Zoë gingerly pulled down my boxers, and my flaccid cock made its first appearance. "Ooh, nice." She took my shaft into her hand. With her other hand she first touched my pubes, then felt my balls. Then she lightly petted the head of my cock.

"You may want to stand to the side and point me in that direction," I said pointing to the bushes.

Zoë did as directed and soon I had a decent yellow stream flowing. She started moving it from side to side. "This is fun."

"Just be careful not to get piss on yourself."

The stream of piss stopped, "Now what?"

"You need to shake it a little to make sure there's no drops of pee on the end."

She vigorously shook my cock, "Like this?"

Her shaking motion was more of a tug, it felt good, my cock stiffening slightly. "Maybe a little more. Do you see any pee dripping out?"

Zoë came around to the front of me and looked closely. "No."

"Perfect. Now we put him away."

"Do we have to?"

"Well, I'm not the one being the exhibitionist. Maybe later."

Zoë said, "Here help me pee."

"How?"

"Hold my hands and I'll squat."

She moved away from where we had deposited my urine. I took her hands, she spread her legs apart and squatted. Soon she had emptied her bladder. I'm pretty sure she didn't need me to hold her hands. It looked like she had done that a couple of hundred times.

We heard some voices on the trail. Zoë said, "Let's step out and give them a surprise."

I flung my knapsack onto my back and followed Zoë. A couple of women in their fifties were walking by.

"Hi there," Zoë said with a wave, making sure they saw us together.

One woman said to the other, "We should try that. Its looks like it gets results."

_ _ _ _ _

Back on the trail, Zoë kept an easy pace. We had gone another ten minutes when the quartet we encountered earlier came into view.

Zoë didn't flinch as they approached. "Hi there. Nice day."

All four couldn't take their eyes from Zoë. One woman started giggling. The guy just stared open-mouthed. When he came abeam Zoë, he slowed his walking and turned to watch her pass. One of his companions, also looking at Zoë, walked right into him, both sprawling on the ground. The woman on the ground started cursing him.

I heard him say, "I can't help it. She was completely naked."

Zoë and I walked a little further on. She stopped and turned to me. I said, "That was an interesting reaction."

"It's kind of cool to see how people react."

"That gent is going to be beating his meat for a week after seeing you."

"How about you?"

"A month at least."

"Can I watch?"

"Only if you win."

"Oh, I'm winning."

We continued walking. If I were a younger man, I would have been sporting a serious erection by now. But at my age, you need your blood for other things such as moving oxygen to vital organs rather than engorging an erection. It isn't that I didn't enjoy the view. Zoë's ass was perfect. When she stood facing me, there was a nice thigh gap. The vision of naked Zoë would appear in my dreams for a long time.

"We're almost there," she said. She had just completed another hurry up and wait maneuver so she could let me see what I was missing during the walk.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"You won't think I'm a slut or something."

"I will never think you are a slut."

"Walking around naked has got me so aroused. I am so wet."

"Really?"

Zoë put her fingers into her pussy and put them in front of me. They were glistening with her juices. I grabbed her fingers and put them in my mouth, savoring the taste, licking them clean. "Oh my God, you taste wonderfully sweet. I'd like some of that for lunch."

Zoë smiled impishly, "We could arrange that."

Up ahead on the trail we heard some male voices. Zoë looked over her shoulder. I asked, "Want to cover up?"

"Not on your life. I'm already making plans for you." She looked up the trail. "We just walk on by like we were walking in the park."

"Walking naked in the park," I corrected. We started again.

About a minute later, two scrawny looking 20-somethings came into view. The way they staggered, they were obviously either drunk, or most likely, stoned.

The lead male cried out, "Holy shit. You are my fucking dream girl."

He lurched at Zoë with both hands extended toward her breasts.

"God damn it," I swore, setting my knapsack down, getting ready for a fight.

I heard a squeal. In the instant I had looked away, Zoë had the punk on his face with his left arm jammed up between his shoulder blades. Her knee on the small of his back. She had slammed his face into the dirt. Blood was flowing freely from his nose.

His buddy started running back up the trail and fell as he turned to look back. I ran past Zoë and her captive and had the second kid by his collar in seconds, cinching it tight against his neck. "You're going the wrong way." I dragged him to his feet. A choking sound came from his throat. I grabbed him with my other hand by his belt, giving him a bit of a wedgie as I force-marched him down the trail.

Zoë said, "Didn't your mother tell you to keep your hands to yourself." She got off the first kid, pushing his face into the dirt again.

I said, "Boys, you just got beat up by a girl and an old man. Better get the hell out of here so you can tell your friends." I pushed the second kid down the hill.

They both started running like hell.

Zoë came over to me and put her hand on my arm, "Are you OK?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing." I took a deep breath. "Except for the adrenaline rush and a racing heart, I'm fine." I sat down with my back against a tree.

She peeled off the knapsack and sat bare-assed on the ground next to me, "All that self-defense training my father gave me just took over."

"Well, you handled the situation perfectly. Before I could blink, you had that kid on his face."

She started laughing, "I was pretty good."

"Yes, you were. Remind me to never piss you off."

Zoë slapped my shoulder, "What's that about that being beat up by a girl? Do I look like a girl?"

"Absolutely not. Just bruising a fragile male ego. That wasn't a comment on you."

"OK. Fair enough."

I asked, "So do you worry about anything crawling up your butt when you sit like that on the ground?"

"I don't know. I've never sat like this before." She got out her water bottle, took a drink, and then passed it to me. "I'm glad you made them go down the trail rather than back up. Our picnic spot is just around the corner."

"Alright. Just let my heart settle down." I took some "deep cleansing breaths" as the Lamaze instructors used to teach. "OK. Let's go."

Zoë was on her feet and reached out her hand to steady me as I got to mine. I wasn't exactly a model of grace. We picked up the knapsacks.

I said, "Wait, you've got something on you." I brushed some dirt off her ass. She wiggled it a little. "Did I mention that your bottom is picture perfect beautiful?"

She was beaming. Given our earlier conversation, this was probably the most anyone had ever admired her.

I said, "Lead on my dear."

We walked about another hundred yards or so and took a side path to the right. It opened into a nice meadow with wildflowers and tall grass. It gently sloped down, and at the far side, I could see a tree lined pond.

"Oh, this is beautiful Zoë."

"I was up here last week. The water is warm. We can take a dip if you'd like."

"Some skinny dipping then and now?"

Zoë smiled, "The water's great."

_ _ _ _ _

We set up a picnic spot under a large maple next to the pond. I spread the quilt out and Zoë knelt, unpacking the lunch. I sat down and took off my shoes and socks, rubbing my feet.

I said, "We can be like that French painting with the clothed men and a naked woman at a picnic."

"We could. But maybe you want to take a dip with me?"

"I will have to get naked, and I warn you. I am not a pretty sight."

"You are my friend and I will take you just as you are. I already saw your handsome hairy chest. I got to see your penis." She leaned over on her hands and knees and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

I reached and cupped her breast. She smiled. I stood up and pulled off my sweat soaked shirt, and then laid it out on the grass to dry.

"No laughing now." I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and dropped the zipper. I looked over at Zoë and she was intent on my crotch. She looked up and smiled. 'Here goes,' I thought, grabbed shorts and skivvies, and dropped them both to my ankles.

I stepped out of the shorts spreading my arms, "Ta da!"

Zoë's mouth was open a bit; her eyes locked in on my flaccid cock.

I said, "I told you I'm scary."

"No. You're beautiful," she whispered. "Can I touch you?"

She crawled closer and knelt before me. She held my balls in one hand and petted the head with the other. I was stiffening, even before she kissed the tip.

"You're beautiful," she repeated.

"I doubt that."

She took the head of my cock in her mouth and gently sucked. Her tongue traced its way around the silky circumcision scar, then focused on the frenulum, my most sensitive spot. My erection was building. Another suck on the head. She held up her hand and I helped her to her feet. She stepped forward and placed her hands on my chest. My arms went around her waist, my now rigid cock pressed against her stomach. She asked, "Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask permission."

She raised her face toward me. I bent down and touched her soft lips to mine. Her hands came up to my face as our lips parted. I gently probed into her mouth for her tongue, pulling her body against mine. She was petting my face. Eyes closed. Her tongue responding to mine. I got the impression that this was not something she had done often in her life, but was savoring the moment.

She eased the kiss and opened her eyes, "That's very nice." Then she kissed me again. This time she led with her tongue.

I broke the kiss this time, "Perhaps we should go for that swim."

Zoë looked down, took my rigid cock in her hand and looked up with a smile. "Let's get wet."

She led me though some soft grass to the water's edge. I dipped my toe in and the temperature was perfect. Holding her hand, I started wading in and the bottom dropped off quickly. I waded to my waist, then made a little dive and quickly surfaced. I was standing in shoulder deep water. Zoë dove and came up with her hair streaming behind her. With one stroke, she placed her hands on my shoulders, her face next to mine. She couldn't touch the bottom, so she wrapped her legs around my waist. I grabbed her ass with both hands. She began kissing more passionately than before, grinding her pussy into my stomach. The water put out most of the flame in my cock, but not in my heart.

Finally, we broke the kiss. Zoë kept her hands locked behind my head and leaned back. "You do have beautiful eyes Quinn."

Zoë's were an enchanting shade of green. "I think yours are pretty cool too. Here let me rub some of the sunscreen off you. I don't want a mouthful when I'm putting my mouth all over you."

"Ooh, sounds fun."

I started rubbing her torso. She let go of my neck, put her head back, and floated. Her breasts breaking the surface like tiny islands. I placed her ankles on my shoulders and rubbed up and down her legs, and then I focused on her pussy. Rubbing away any lotion.

I said, "Time for a quality check."

I pulled her legs past my cheeks, and I moved my face toward her vulva. I held her ass up as I took my tongue and ran it between her labia; her silky, wet thighs on either side of my face. My tongue probed into her vagina then flicked her clit a couple of times. I heard a moan. The problem was I couldn't taste or smell her with the water. I raised my face out of the water. "Let me get the sunscreen off your back."

Zoë lifted her legs off my shoulders and dropped down into the water. I felt her grab my cock and then she surfaced in front of me. She placed her hands on my hips to keep from sinking. I vigorously rubbed her back, and then twirled my finger. She turned around. I cupped her breasts, gently rubbing her erect nipples between my fingers.

She had one hand on my hip with the other on my tumescent cock. "How about some lunch?"

"Are you part of the feast?"

"Yes, and you're dessert."

She swam ahead and rose out of the water. I followed her and joined her at the picnic quilt.

_ _ _ _ _

After a very nice lunch of sandwiches, assorted sliced veggies, and some mixed nuts, we relaxed facing each other in our naked state on the quilt. Her nipples were relaxed, and I had a nice view of Zoë's mons as she sat cross-legged in the sun dappled shade. I was stretched out on my side facing her, my penis in full view. I broached the subject of Zoë's win, "So how are you going to cash in on your bet? What are you going to have me doing?"

"So I need to come clean here. That wasn't the first time I did that. It probably wasn't a fair bet."

"Details, please. Details."

"So first some background. You know we call ourselves the 'Wood Nymphs'." I nodded. "Let's see. Who was there? Chris and me. Wendy, Vicky, and Asha. Julianne joined in July." These are all our faculty colleagues.

Zoë continued, "Chris had started calling us the Wood Nymphs during the winter, so we looked up nymphs and found paintings of naked women enticing men. Wendy started saying that we were the naked sex goddesses of the forest. Well, this gorgeous spring day the five of us were on a hike on an isolated trail up in the National Forest. Wendy brought up the idea again that we were the naked sex goddesses and that we should be naked. Vicky said 'no,' but Chris, Asha, and me said we would go topless for a short bit, as long as we didn't see anyone. Wendy wanted complete nudity and stripped down to nothing. It really isn't a big deal for her since she is pretty flat-chested. For Asha, that's a big deal. She's got huge boobs. The rest of us stripped to the waist and we started hiking. We went about a mile or so and didn't see anyone.

"Then Wendy dared us to get completely naked with her. Just between us, I think Wendy might be bi. She really got off with the nudity. Chris said 'no,' but Asha and I took off our shorts. We walked about two miles like that. It was very exciting; I got wet like today. Wendy commented on how wet I was and showed us that she was too. We eventually did see a couple of women hiking the other way, but no one else."

"Is that when you and Chris walked by someone topless?"

"No. That was a week or so later. We were hiking not too far from here. I brought up the idea of going topless again. Chris was hesitant, but when I took off my top, she joined me. We walked topless quite a while that afternoon. We heard some voices on the trail ahead. Chris wanted to cover up, but I dared her to walk topless with me. She went for it. There were three older guys. They were very polite. One guy said, 'Nice afternoon, ladies.' They weren't staring and ogling us like those kids today. "

I said, "I think that part of the Quinn reintroduction to society should be several hikes with the Wood Nymphs in their sex goddess attire."