"You have? Whose?" He looked at her and smiled. "Are you teasing me again to make me jealous?"
"I've seen my brothers' cocks plenty of times. They are always walking around half naked. They both have as much sense as they don't have modesty. They leave the bathroom door wide open when they're peeing."
"Dang! Please Susan."
"Okay, I'll take it out, but I'm not going to blow you, Michael."
"No, I just want to show you it. I just want to feel your hand on it. Except for my Mom, no one has ever seen or touched my cock."
"Eww! Your Mom, Michael?"
"When I was a baby and she changed my diaper or gave me a bath. What do you think I am, one of those perverts?"
"I'm just poking fun at you, Michael."
"Go ahead and take it out," he said while watching her kneading his cock through his clothes.
She unzipped him, reached her little hand inside his pants and fondled his growing erection before pulling it out of his underwear and out of his pants.
"It's big, Michael," she said feeling the weight of it in her hand while exploring the length of it with her fingers. "It's hard," she said wrapping her fingers around it. "It looks like it has an army helmet on it," she said with a laugh.
"I love how your hand feels on my cock, Susan," he said while kissing her and feeling her other breast that he finally managed to remove from her bra. "Move your hand back and forth, like this, as if you're getting ready to roll the dice."
"I'm not going to give you a hand job, Michael. No way. That's gross. That's disgusting. I'm not that kind of girl."
"C'mon, Susan, please? You already have it out and in your dang hand. It's a wasted if you don't do something with it."
And that's how it went with each body part, until they had gained a dimly lit familiarity of one another's bodies by the dashboard lights of his parked car.
After dating and after going steady for a while, it started off as giggling innuendos, suggestive teasing, and then as a joke before it became a forbidden dare that morphed into a sacred tradition. Both virgins, he had now seen bits and pieces of a woman's body, Susan's body, but he had never seen and explored the body of a naked woman before and she had never touched a man and explored a man's body in the way that she touched him that day.
A modest couple with Christian values, a love for God, and a fear of the Devil, they grew up from a stable upbringing that gave them a more solid foundation than those lost souls who frequented bars and nightclubs just for one night of random sex. Instead, even back then, they were greedy and even at their young ages, immaturity aside, they knew exactly what they wanted and what they wanted was more.
"So, what do you want out of life, Michael? Do you want to travel? Do you want to go away to college? What are you going to do now that you've graduated high school?"
"I'm going to live right here, just like my Daddy did after his Daddy gave him a piece of land and his Daddy did the same before him. What about you?"
"I want to get married," she said. "Once I find the right guy," she said with a stroke of his cock and a giggle.
"I think you found him," he said looking down at his cock in her hand. "What about kids? How many kids do you want?"
"At least three, just like my Mamma," she said fingering his cock, as if fingering a piece of cookie dough before rolling it out to make oatmeal cookies. Now, that his cock was in her hand, now that she was accustomed to the feel of it, she seldom let go of it and every time they parked, she was the one who pulled it out of his pants, as soon as he started kissing her and feeling her tits.
"Yeah, three's a good number. Any more than that and it gets difficult to support them like the Wilson's and the Taylor's. Their kids look poor with all those hand me down clothes they wear. I've never seen any of them wearin' anything new."
Witnessing the happy lives that both their parents had and the love they shared for one another while bringing up their broods of children, they wanted what their parents had. They wanted a serious relationship, but without the head games. Without having to wait around wondering if the other was going to call, under the arbitrary rules of dating protocol, they wanted a relationship where they could call one another on the phone and agree to have fun, even on the spur of the moment without feeling clingy and needy. They wanted someone to share a laugh, to celebrate a success, to tell a secret, or to just hold when they needed a shoulder for support with a hug to help get them through their day. They wanted a friend before they became their lover.
They wanted a commitment, where they agreed to not see anyone else, but without the resentment and the cheating. A lightning strike to meet their one in a million soul mate, they wanted to experience that head over heels, wide-eyed, holding hands, hugging, and long, wet kissing kind of love with that one special someone, where they talked about everything and laughed over nothing. They wanted that one person who consumed their thoughts when they were with them and that they missed when they weren't there. They wanted it all and looking back on their lives, they got what they so wanted.
Nude Day for those who were exhibitionists and for those who were voyeurs meant that they could expose themselves in a public display of nudity without fear of humiliation and voyeur naked bodies without fear of arrest. For Susan and Michael, it meant something else entirely. More of a personal holiday, it ran deeper than that. They didn't have the desire to run along the beach, or frolic through the woods naked, or stand in the midst of hundreds of others in a field or a park, while celebrating a national day of nudity. Not voyeurs or exhibitionists, their bodies were only for them to see and for no one else to touch.
Nude Day was a celebration of their bodies during their day of intimacy. It was their one day that they used to experience the sexual pleasure and experiment with the sensual eroticism of one another's bodies without guilt, shame or judgment. As if her body was his and his body was hers to use for a day, for each to do whatever one so deemed; it was a day of erotic fantasy and pure sexual pleasure for both. It was on this day that one would accommodate the other in all their sexual wants, physical needs, and emotional desires, whatever that may be.
National Nude Day meant more to them than most other couples. It was the day they were married. Now, twenty-seven years later, this one day had morphed into a combined commemoration of a Nude Day celebration and a wedding anniversary. Only, just as this was their special day, this was their solemn secret. No one needed to know that they celebrated their wedding anniversary by getting naked and giving each what the other wanted. Their family wouldn't understand and their friends, couples who don't share the close bond of an intimate love relationship that they share, would laugh at them while secretly harboring their feelings of envy. What they did on that one day behind closed doors was between two consenting adults, a couple, a husband and a wife, who were married to one another, and it was none of anyone's business.
"Happy Anniversary, Susan."
"Happy Nude Day, Michael."
"I've already taken the box out of the closet."
"Oh, goodie, I can't wait to begin," said Susan giving her husband a kiss and a grope of his already growing cock.
After taking a relaxing bath together that was filled with laughter and teasing, and having erotic fun drying one another off, while kissing and touching, it was a romantic time for them. With fragrant candles creating the ambiance and soft music setting the mood, wrapped in a soft blanket, they sat on the couch facing the fireplace naked, while sipping Champagne and munching on shrimp and fresh fruit. It didn't take the bubbles very long to get her in the mood to start kissing and touching him. It didn't take him long to give her what she needed and wanted. With vibrator in hand and dildo at the ready, he gave her the sexual pleasure she so desired with his experienced fingers and talented tongue.
"I still love kissing you, Susan, while feeling your tits, just like we used to do at Rocky Hill Point when we were teenagers," he said while playing with her pussy and maintaining just enough pressure on her clit to make her simmer without bringing her to a boil too soon.
"And I've always loved holding your cock and slowly stroking it while we kiss and kiss. This is so romantic, Michael. I hope this day never ends," she said leaning down to briefly take him in her mouth to tease him with what more was to come later.
