Thank you for hanging in there so far and especially for the wonderful support and encouragement shown me by so many, both public and private.
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A picnic? Well, I wasn't planning on anything like that yesterday when this grand adventure started. Then again, there wasn't a whole lot that had occurred that WAS expected. Dreams and expectations are two totally different things. So as Becky turned on the shower, I briefly thought about what we could bring on this picnic.
Seconds later, when I regained my senses, I hopped into the shower with Becky. Needless to say, we ran out of hot water again, but it was a bracing way to start the day.
We managed to put together some semblance of a picnic from what remained in the fridge. I had cooked up plenty of chicken the day before in case something had gone wrong with the initial batch, so we packed a little cooler with that, some chips and assorted goodies from my cupboards, and headed out.
Since Becky had the car and was driving, she was the pilot and took us out to Thatcher Park, located in the Helderberg Mountain area of New York. Not really mountains, but really nice, with abundant hiking trails and picnic grounds. Since it was still late spring, it wasn't crowded and we pretty much had the run of the place.
It was really a beautiful spring day, with sunny cloudless skies and temperatures approaching the mid-seventies. Becky had worn a powder blue jogging suit but after we settled on a picnic table, she asked me if I minded if she took off the suit and got more comfortable.
"Why should I mind?" I asked. "Hopefully you aren't wearing anything underneath."
"Well, almost nothing" Becky giggled and proceeded to take off the outer garments.
She was right, as she was wearing a blue tank top with matching shorts, and quite obviously nothing underneath on top. Becky saw my admiring gaze and smiled.
"Don't worry David" Becky said. "If this place starts getting crowded I'll put it back on. I won't embarrass you. I don't dress like this in public."
"Embarrass me?" I asked incredulously. "Don't you dare put that jogging suit back on for anything. You look incredible."
She did, of course. As I looked at the light red down on her legs glistening in the sunlight, it occurred to me that she wasn't referring to the lack of a bra.
"I'm curious Becky", I asked tentatively. "Does anybody ever make comments when you go swimming at the Y?"
"You mean about my swimming technique Dave?" Becky joked while watching me squirm. "Yes, many ask if I swim competitively."
"You know what I mean Becky" I said with a grin.
"What do you mean David?" Becky insisted. "You should feel free to come out and say what you mean without my dragging things out of you."
"Okay" I said feeling my face flush. "Do people say anything about the hair?"
"Rarely to my face, although occasionally somebody will make a crack behind my back" Becky said. "I wear a swimming suit that covers me from ankle to elbow, so nobody really sees much. I get an occasional look in the shower, but that's about it. I don't shove it in people's faces, and if they see it, they see it because they tried to. Like you did."
"Uh, what made you decide to keep yourself natural?" I asked, my curiosity overcoming my shyness. "Is that something you've always done, you know like a child of the sixties thing?"
"Long story Dave" Becky warned me. I was more than willing to listen and told her so.
"Well, to make it as brief as possible, I was just like the rest of the herd all my life. When I was married I kept myself shorn all the time. My husband... ex-husband was a fanatic about what he called proper grooming. During each summer he had me get bikini waxed every week. You have any idea how painful that was? Maybe things have changed now but back then it was torture."
"I was the dutiful wife and it was worth it to keep him happy. After we had the kids, things started changing. Over the years he started changing, getting more demanding and really moody. He would always put me down in front of other people and make me feel like dirt."
"Anyway, for years he used to have some people from his office over for Monday Night Football. They would drink, play cards and yell at the TV all night. I usually stayed away from the den anyway, and after I got the kids in bed I would go to the bedroom and read until I got tired."
"Over the years the people that came over changed. A lot of the guys that were there in the beginning stopped coming over. The guys that were there originally were decent enough guys, and the ones that replaced them were... let's just say not as nice. Especially this one guy, a grungy black dude called Spyke. "Spyke with a Y and if you give me a try you'll know why" he introduced himself to me as. Funny I still remember that after all these years. Not ha-ha funny, just funny."
"I also remember he stunk, a really sour funky odor, and he would always rub up against me whenever he got the chance and make little comments. I complained to Rick, that's my ex, and told him about it. He passed it off as a joke, and then later would eventually accuse me of trying to lead Spyke on, which was so far from the truth it was laughable."
"One night it was getting really loud in the den and I was afraid that they'd wake the kids, so I went down to try and get them to keep it down. I was wearing flannel pajamas and a robe, not exactly suggestive attire."
"When I asked Rick for them to keep it down a little I could see that they had really gotten buzzed, more so than usual. Rick grabbed me by the arm and started feeling me up in front of these guys. A couple of the guys told Rick to cool it, but I remember that Spyke character egging him on."
"When I pulled away, Rick got pissed off and tried to pull my pajama bottoms down. He started yelling that I ought to be happy that anybody wanted to touch me. "You ought to see how hairy her cunt is!" he yelled at them. "It's like trying to fuck a bear."
"I was crying and trying to get out of the room while keeping my clothes on. I felt my pajamas tear as I finally got away from him. I went up to the bedroom while his friends tried to calm him down. This was the absolute worst thing he had ever done to me."
"I literally cried myself to sleep, which was a big mistake. I should have grabbed the kids and left. It was after midnight when I heard Rick coming to bed. I thought he had a lot of nerve to even come in there at all after the shit he had just pulled, and I was going to tell him that too."
He came over to my side of the bed and at that moment I realized he wasn't alone. Even in the darkness of the bedroom I could tell that fucking Spyke was there, just by the smell. Rick jumped on my shoulders and tried to hold me down. "Just relax Becky, you know you want it, so just shut up and enjoy it" he told me."
"Spyke was trying to get my pajama bottoms off and get his pants off at the same time while my husband tried to hold me down. Even though I was half asleep and pinned down, I told myself that there was no way this was going to happen. I was kicking and punching blindly, flailing away and not caring what I hit."
