He wondered if she celebrated every Earth Day in the same way as this day by walking around naked. He wondered if she had celebrated Earth Day with any of her other boyfriends, those who had come and gone before him. He hoped he was the one and only, the first boyfriend that she had celebrated Earth Day with, only with someone as beautiful as she was, he doubted that he was the only one.
He'd have to ask her about that, but would take care not to offend her. He'd love to ask her that during pillow talk, but he'd have to feel her out, first. That discussion about prior boyfriends is not something to discuss during the first love making session. Sometimes women are a bit funny about talking of their ex-boyfriends.
Then, he reached for a breath mint before quickly removing his clothes as his girlfriend disappeared downstairs. He paused to look at his reflection in the hall mirror while standing naked in the hall.
'Not bad,' he thought. 'I have a decent body.'
He turned to the side to look at his cock now sticking straight out with his anticipation of wild, unbridled sex with Lisa, his squaw.
'Not bad, it looks pretty big,' he said to himself giving it a few more quick pulls to keep it stiff and ready for action while humping out his hips in readiness to hump his girlfriend.
'I can't wait for her to see my cock. I wonder what she'll do when she does see it, finally.' Again, he gave it a few more quick pulls before descending the steps to the lower level.
He stood up taller, threw back his shoulders, puffed out his chest, and pulled in his stomach. He couldn't imagine what she had in store for him downstairs.
'Maybe, that's where they keep the waterbed,' he thought. He imagined rolling around on the surface of the waterbed while creating waves from their hot humping activity.
'Maybe, they have a hot tub.' He imagined soaking in the hot tub while relaxing and making out with her. The thought of her little hand reaching beneath the surface of the water to stroke his cock while he nibbled on his nipples was an appealing daydream.
'Maybe, they have an outdoor sauna.' He imagined running through they backyard naked before sitting in the warm steamy sauna room sweating naked with her.
'Maybe, she has a swing that they both can sit on while having intercourse with her on his lap.' He imagined himself gently swinging back and forth as his cock sunk deeper and deeper in her pussy. He could hear her delightful giggle as he gently fucked her to the sway of the swing.
'I hope they have a king size bed with lots of pillows that I can put beneath her hips to raise her pussy.' The thought of a massive king-size bed filled with pillows made him think of making love on a cloud. How so very romantic to sink in the soft comfort of a huge bed while making love to her.
'Maybe, there's an Indian love tent. Wow!' He imagined a teepee setup in the back corner of the yard. As plain and empty inside as it is small, he imagined the spirits of the Sioux watching over their love making techniques and approving what they saw.
'White man make heapum love to Indian squaw,' he said to himself as he goofed around in his reflection.
He pretended to make Sioux Indian sign language, but it was all unintelligible and nonsensical, of course. He had no idea how to make any Indian sign language only that he thought it was the coolest thing to watch in the old cowboy movies when the Indians silently motioned to one another, much like the Special Forces and Delta Forces do now when in combat mode.
He remembered reading something about the government using Navajo Indians to encode secret messages for the military back during World War II. How cool was that? The Japanese and Germans must have been scratching their heads over that trying to break that language they never heard before.
He knew even less about Sioux Indians than he did about the environment, ecology, and conservationism. She sometimes made him feel dumb, heap dumb white man make fool of himself in front of his beautiful Sioux girlfriend, but he was horny nonetheless. He was hot for her, nonetheless. Now, he felt amorous. He'll have plenty of time to feel dumb later.
He fantasized about a Sioux sexual ritual where she tied him up, blindfolded him, and did naughty things to his naked body, as she seductively danced around him naked while singing Native American Sioux Indian Earth Day songs.
'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...'
He fantasized about a perverted American sexual ritual where he tied her up, blindfolded her, and did naughty things to her naked body, as he danced around her naked while singing a selection of inappropriate American melodies from Axel Rose's Guns and Roses collection of songs. He wondered if she thought about him in the way he thought about her.
'Big cock, big balls, flat ass, big cock, big balls, flat ass, big cock, big balls, flat ass...'
He wondered if they were going to smoke peyote or whatever it is they smoked in a peace pipe to heighten their sexual experience. He imagined her covering his naked body with war paint before they had sex and rubbing red dye all over his erect prick. He imagined covering her naked body with war paint before they had sex with him rubbing blue and green dye all over her ass, tits, and pussy. He imagined them having hot, sweaty sex for hours and hours.
'Ass! Tits! Pussy!'
Glad that there was no one else home and that he was alone with her, finally, he wondered where her parents and her brother and sister were.
'Maybe', he thought, 'they are all out somewhere celebrating Earth Day with relatives. This is one of their big holidays, after all. Gees, maybe they have an Earth Day parade. He imagined Native American Indians dressed in full regalia with full feathered headdresses marching down Main Street while chanting, singing, and playing their native music. Boy that would be fun to see Native American Indians in authentic costumes celebrating the Earth Day holiday.
'Yeah, that's probably it,' he thought. 'They're at the big Earth Day parade and celebration after. He wondered what kind of food they ate, if they barbequed. They probably won't be home for hours. Maybe, they'll stay out the entire evening and won't be home until tomorrow.' With thoughts of sleeping over and her cooking him breakfast tomorrow, he made a note to ask her when she expected her family home.
Damn, he'd love to sleep over. He imagined making love to her tonight and again tomorrow morning. He imagined taking a shower with her and making love in the shower. His sexual excitement for her was unparalleled. Never has he felt this way about any woman he has dated.
'Maybe, they go to the burial grounds and visit their dead relatives on Earth Day.' He thought to ask her where her parents and siblings were, but not now. For now, he had only three thoughts on his mind.
'Ass, tits, and pussy...'
He figured that if her parents knew that he was about to have sex with their young, innocent daughter, they'd pile wood around the totem pole out front, tie him to it, and burn him at the stake, that is, after they scalped him and skinned him alive, of course. He laughed at the ridiculousness of that thought. He was so very excited with the thoughts of finally making love to Lisa. Then, he wondered, if he was correct about thinking that they may be upset that their daughter is dating a Caucasian man instead of a man of her own race.
'Relax, calm down, and about think baseball. Ass, tits, pussy... You don't want to ejaculate prematurely.' The thought of ejaculating prematurely to him was like tripping over the third base bag before reaching home.
'Ass, tits, pussy... Let's just take it slow and have the fucking, fucking time of your life! Ass... Okay, relax again. Tits... Take a breath. Pussy... Calm yourself down and think about baseball. Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...'
As soon as he began his descent down the stairs, he imagined he heard Tom-Tom drums and the soft jingle of bells. Sleigh bells. That's what they sounded like. They sounded like sleigh bells and as soon as he heard them, he thought about Santa Claus and Christmas.
