The First Time 190

The following is a telling of the first time I saw a completely nude adult female.

In the fall of 1966, as a freshman in my first quarter at Auburn University, I was participating in fraternity rush. The Lee County Fair was also happening at the same time, and the rush chairman of my preferred fraternity came up with the idea for both rushees and fraternity members go to Opelika to experience a bonding activity.

The Lee County Fair was a typical southern United States fair. It had farm exhibits, which included animal and horticultural exhibits. It had carnival rides and games of chance, there was hardly any chance in the games for most of them were probably rigged in the favor of the owner. There were also side shows. A few of them were such things as sword swallowers, fire eaters, snake charmers and others. There was also a girlie show, and this was our destination.

This show was sponsored by the Lee County Sheriff's Department which meant that the shows were not going to be raided as long as no one broke the unstated rules of the management. Look, but do not touch. Be sober. Be vocal but do not be insulting. No photography.

The show was in a big tent. The type that circuses might use; well maybe small circuses, or maybe itinerant preachers might use for tent revival meetings. The lighting was not the best. I noticed that some of the veteran audience members had carried in flashlights. I asked one of the brothers what the flashlights were for and he just said "Be patient. You will find out soon."

As the lights dimmed, the show's host announced, "I would like to introduce our feature star of the night, the incomparable Rusty Jones!"

The curtain opened. The music started playing on a record player. The sounds of well used records, scratches included, came through the speakers, and a thirty something female came into what I would barely call a spotlight. She was wearing a bathrobe that reminded me of my grandmother's. and after a few minutes she took off the robe and revealed that it was the only article of clothing she had on. I was amazed at what I was seeing. My eyes looked at her face. It was not a beautiful face, but she was far from unattractive. I would say that she had the looks of the woman next door. It was dark, but I could see that she had green eyes, and a tired look on her face. I could imagine that she had been dancing at shows like these for some time, and maybe the glamour of the job had waned.

I took in every inch of her body, from the top of her head to her toes. I was fascinated by her breasts. She did not have large breasts, but they were not small. I thought that they were stunning. I wouldn't call them perky, but they were close. Her areolas were puffy and pink and were about the size of a silver dollar. Her nipples were erect and mesmerizing. Her stomach had a bit of a bulge.

And almost on cue, she turned her back to us, leaned over and in the vernacular of the era "mooned us." And for the first time in my life, I saw an asshole. It was just a brief bit of time, but it was ingrained in my brain.

She was a redhead, a true redhead. Her pubic hair was red or more of a red orange. It was not trimmed but I thought it was just perfect. I had discovered my father's stack of nudie magazines (Playboy, Adam, Fling and a few others) earlier in my life and one aspect of the human body was never shown and now I was gazing at it. As I was admiring her bush, several of the flashlights focused on her pubic hair, and those same flashlights were exposing the lips of her labia. I was feeling wonderful, watching her body as she danced. She danced over to a chair that was on the stage, sat on it and introduced her pussy to us. She spread her lips so that we could see into the dark mysterious treasure cave that almost all in attendance were or will seek.

Then, it was over as fast as it started. The curtain closed and Rusty was gone. We got up and moved towards the exit. I was replaying Rusty's performance, but was interrupted when someone said, "last year, she stuffed a lit cigar in her vagina." I went over and rode a tilt-a-whirl and threw up.

Maybe Rusty was the start of my admiration of red heads through the years which culminated in marrying one.