Naed Gardening Day

Watching the birds flocking around the bird feeder on this snowy and icy morning. The fluttering wings range from bright red to vivid blues, to the many shades of brown and grey. The birds take their turn feasting from the feeder which holds a mixture of different seeds.

As I watch the feathered gluttons flit from ground to hanging feeder and into the limbs of the surrounding trees, I think of warmer weather. My mind goes to a place of sunshine and pleasure which is a mix of reality and fantasy.

I feel the sun warming my face as I step outdoors on this warm May Saturday. I suddenly remember that it is Naked Gardening Day and instantly decide that I'm going to participate on this marvelous day in the Carolina's.

I peel off my T-shirt and place it on the bench beside the front door. The sun warms my shoulders as I take off my shoes and socks and place them on the bench. I stand and unfasten my pants and slide them down my long legs before placing them on the bench.

I turn and see my reflection in the glass of the front door. A tall figure looks back at me, pale skinned, in fairly good condition for a man in his mid-sixties. A slim figure with a circumcised cock hanging free is dimly seen in the glass.

I stretch my arms as the warm breeze stirs across my bare skin. A gust of the 80-degree air ruffles the hair on my body and circulates around my manhood. The feeling of freedom and pleasure is spectacular, and I congratulate myself on remembering what this day is.

I go to the garage and gather my gardening tools. I, once again, am thankful that our property is secluded though my attitude today is more devil-may-care. I begin with the flowerbed next to the garage.

On my knees I stir the soil with my weeding. The sensation of my knees and hands in the soft warm soil is pleasant, as is the feel of the sun and breeze on my bare skin. I work my way down the flowerbeds that line the walkway.

After ten minutes, I go to the garden hose and rinse off the dirt as the need for sunscreen has crossed my mind. The water is cold, and I wash my hands and legs. I enter the house and find the bottle of sunscreen.

Returning to the outdoors, I slather on the cool cream from the squeeze bottle. I coat my shoulders, cover my chest and arms, and twist to cover my back as best as possible. I rub in the cream on my legs and butt, finally covering my cock which is full and semi-hard.

Then I return to the task of weeding the flowerbed. An hour later I pause to survey what I've accomplished. While admiring my productivity, I hear my wife's car come up the drive, or that is what I assume as the walkway is hidden from the front walk.

The thought that in moments, my wife would find me nude excited me with the thought that perhaps she would be in the mood for making love in the yard. With that simple incentive, in moments, my cock had left its flaccid state and began to swell.

She comes around the corner and she smiles, then I notice someone following her. It's her friend who stops as she sees me. Her face blushes bright crimson and a smile appears under her wide-open eyes.

I figure that there is nowhere to go, so I just say, "Hello."

My wife realizes why I'm nude and explains why I'm in this condition. While she is telling her friend this, her friend is ogling me, or should I say staring at my cock. With her steady gaze locked on my cock, it continues to grow. The head of my cock points at the two women, and my wife decides to escort her friend into the house.

As they pass me on the walk, she asks me to finish the project. After they enter the house, I return to my labors but notice that I have an audience as I can see them looking out the window while they talk.

When I finish the weeding, I put the tools away and gather my clothes. Entering the house, still naked, I pause to get a drink of water. I retire to the bedroom to shower ending a wonderful daydream.