I donât about where you live, but in Florida weâre not allowed to personally have any fireworks at all. Theyâre scared weâll hurt ourselves or weâll start brush fires. I donât know where and how â the entire state is now made out of concrete. It seems as if the only fire works weâre allowed to have are snakes and sparklers. Man, talk about lame!
Of course, there is a brisk illegal trade of practically any kind of firework you might want, but what else would you expect from the state that would sell âanybodyâ a gun and probably five or six at the same time. Iâm fond of saying that in Florida you canât own a fire cracker, but you can buy a semi-automatic hand gun to celebrate with.
As a matter of fact, several years ago some fat slob was sitting in a lawn chair, getting smashed on beer and watching the public display of fireworks and apparently a bullet that someone had fired straight up in the air started descending, after it reached its highest trajectory and came straight down and landed in the drunkâs gut. Mwahaha! He was so wasted he didnât know it for a while and then started complaining of a stomach ache. What a dumb ass!
So anyway, since we canât legally have any kind of real fireworks, most people go to the public display of fireworks put on by each âcity.â I have city in quotes because most of these areas are hardly cities in any traditional sense, but are just sprawling areas of suburbia incorporated with a city charter. But whatever, somebody pays for these firework displays and my family always goes.
We always attend the fireworks shown in one of the countyâs parks. We go way early to get a good seat. Itâs really insane, you wouldnât believe it. In the first place, you have to bring your own seats in the form of a blanket or lawn chairs. The next thing is the fireworks arenât set off until nine oâclock or sometimes later depending on when it finally becomes dark, but my family goes out there at three oâclock in the afternoon to get a good seat! God! You canât believe it. Itâs so hot, and dirty, and boring! But I have to put up with this every year.
I had wanted to wear my bikini, so I could continue to get a good tan, and maybe promote some action over in the bushes, but my mother said absolutely not. Darn her! So I compromised with an outfit that was almost as good with a halter top that left a lot of my breasts exposed and an extremely short skirt. Of course I wore no underwear and flashed my pussy at these good looking guys all day. It was the bomb!
Later we ate this lame picnic supper, where my mother served spam sandwiches. Can you believe that? I thought spam was only on the computer. This stuff was hideous. It finally got dark and the action started; in more ways than one.
They started to set off the fireworks and everyone went âoohâ and âahâ all over the place. Fireworks basically leave me cold. I mean, if you see one, youâve seen them all. After all, how many different colors are there or different designs? Then some freak starts setting off a roman candle. You know what that is? You hold this long cylinder in your hand and it shoots out miniature fireballs that then explode hopefully up in the air into different colors and patterns.
Unfortunately, much like a bullet, what goes up must come down, and the still red hot embers started falling all around me. I let out with a loud shriek and Iâm ashamed to admit that I started running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Then I really started to panic when the hot remnants began falling on my clothes and I didnât remember that I needed to hit the ground and roll to put out any possible flames. Instead, like an idiot, I continued to move in my fright and my clothes began to smolder and then broke into a small blaze!
I really screamed then and luckily for me a young man leaped up and literally jumped on me and wrestled me to the ground and put out the fire by covering it with his body. He didnât get burned anywhere on his body, but his clothes did get a little burned in a couple of areas. As for me I suffered no damage to my body, but luckily enough my clothes were burned right off my back. God, I loved it! There I was stark naked except for my shoes in front of this huge crowd of people and I didnât have to do anything to get that way. My mother couldnât even be upset with me. In fact, she was even solicitous toward me.
The only bummer was I had to act like I was all embarrassed and attempt to cover myself, which of course I managed to not do very well. My hands kept slipping off my breasts or my secret area. As I looked around at the crowd, I saw blushing mothers attempting to shield their childrenâs eyes and fathers, who were trying to act like they werenât getting off on looking at me. You know when I really start thinking about it, I just donât get it. Itâs just the human body. Everybody has one, you know; not as good as mine, of course â haha, but still whatâs the big deal? Everybody knows, even little kids, generally what everybody looks like beneath their clothes. Why all the big embarrassment and scandal?
Anyway it turns out the guy, who rescued me is this really good looking teen, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. God, he was a hunk too. I couldnât believe he was there by himself, but I guess his idiot of a girlfriend stood him up. He introduced himself as Billy Jack, while gazing right at me. You see, he had enough sense to realize that I would take it as an insult if he didnât look at me and enjoy my beauty. He stood head and shoulders above me, had short black hair and resembled a young Robert Culp. I donât know if you ever saw any of those old westerns that Robert Culp used to be in when he was real young, but he was incredibly handsome, believe it or not; well, so was Billy Jack. I was just about creaming right there, because of standing totally naked before him with his intense staring at me.
Suddenly he broke the mood by suggesting I follow him to his car to retrieve a blanket he had brought for him and his girlfriend to sit on. Since we had only brought lawn chairs with no blanket, and my mother didnât want to strip off (thank God, if youâve ever seen her â haha) any of her outer apparel for me to put on, she had to let me go with him against her better judgment. I mean would you agree to send your stark naked beautiful daughter off with a male stranger?