Patsy Lynn loved to celebrate the warmth and joy of summer every year and July 14th was an extra special day for Patsy Lynn and best friends and lovers. Her personal tradition was to welcome the sunny heat by her own intimate sunbathing rites and she celebrated as far from civilization as she and her accolades could take themselves. The hot sandy coast a few miles south of her California home was Patsy Lynn's idea of paradise on Earth.
Patsy Lynn had always been a sun worshiper and nature lover. It was as if she had to walk barefoot through cool morning grass everyday or she lost her focus on life. The stress of modern urban living required renewals of nature to remind her she was an important part of the natural world. Any day the temperature topped 50 degrees Patsy Lynn would strip off her clothes and stand silently in the sunshine.
In her own backyard, or in several secluded park locations that held special meaning for her. Patsy Lynn would stand quietly with her green eyes closed and her face toward the sun, feeling the warmth all the way down to her toes. If it was sunny enough her chest would grow pink and her brown nipples would become warm and toasty and the skin of her belly would become moist and dewy with perspiration as the sun warmed her through and through.
This is what Patsy Lynn was doing midmorning on July 14th. Bastille Day to intellectual brainiacs. But to Patsy Lynn and the circle of folks she ran with, the best day of summer would always be National Nude Day. Nothing could be as fun or as appropriate as a national American holiday dedicated to the splendor of the bare naked human body, exactly as it was created.
Today Patsy Lynn stood nude and facing the ocean on a grassy bluff just south of Santa Cruz, near the sleepy beach hamlet of Capitola. She stood with her chin lifted to catch the gentle sea breeze, her curly brunette hair hanging down her smooth back to where the curls tickled the Celtic 'earth mother' tattoo just inches above the swell of her ass. Her henna tattoo was her tribute to mother earth, and Patsy Lynn's joy at just being a woman. Patsy Lynn's smooth, golden skin continued over the swell of her hips and down her round thighs to her smooth bare feet pressed together in the warm gritty earth. Patsy Lynn's husband Hank always said she had the prettiest toes. Hank was mad for her smooth, tanned feet and her long toes with their ever-painted red toe nails. Patsy Lynn's body was her shrine and she loved the constant worship from the men in her life.
Patsy Lynn could just make out the shakes of the steeply sloped roof of Shadowbrook, that Alpine style restaurant clinging to the side of the cliffs overlooking the beautiful blue Pacific Ocean off to the left of her grassy spot. The roof was the only part of the building that was visible, the rest of the building was below her line of sight as it hugged the side of the cliffs. Above and behind her, Pacific Coast Highway One wound past the next tiny community of Aptos and then past splendid Monterey Bay and continued its two thousand mile long journey southward through the misty fog of the coastline all the way to the U.S. border at Tijuana. Two thousand miles of sandy sunbathers, many of them just like Patsy Lynn, worshipping in their birthday suits.
Patsy Lynn loved this stretch along the bluffs overlooking the vast sandy beach. While she knew that civilization was nearby, from this vantage point where she stood, the millennium old view was created by nature itself. Watching the waves crash on the beach below was Patsy Lynn's idea of peace and serenity.
A gentle breeze blew across the ocean all the way from Hawaii. On the sandy, secluded beach below her, Patsy Lynn knew a man was sunbathing with a couple of gals who had walked down from the Red, White and Blue Beach just to the north of her own sun worshiping spot. The tall, dark haired man was Patsy Lynn's husband of eight years Hank. Hank was gorgeous and she knew he was going to have a fun day frolicking with the girls he had found. And Patsy Lynn was going to have fun watching him from up above.
Patsy knew Hank liked his nudity as much as she did of her own. Once he shucked off his trunks and flip-flops he would attract female attention. It was inevitable with Hank, and Patsy Lynn did not begrudge him a bit of innocent fun. Though she know they were below her, once the figures below sat down Patsy Lynn could not see Hank or the girls, so her view was exclusively provided by nature, which Patsy Lynn liked best of all. But now and again Patsy Lynn could hear their laughter and giggles. That was enough for her.
Because Patsy Lynn truly planned to enjoy every single minute of this glorious day.
While standing silently letting the salty air kiss her naked skin, Patsy Lynn hears one of her boys arrive behind her. He and his cousin, whichever of the two is behind her, are expected. Patsy Lynn is so ready to feel the breeze on her hot, sweaty body. She is ready to feel her aroused body rubbing and caressing sweaty young men. So very ready to feel the renewal and happiness of summer right here on the side of these beach cliffs.
Young and blond Justin stood behind Patsy Lynn silently for a moment or two. Gathering his thoughts and scanning the beauty of the cliffs, the surf crashing on the shore. It never ceased to amaze him the peace and privacy that Patsy Lynn always managed to find in the chaotic modern world. Ten feet about them, cars drove by full of passengers who would never see their nude bodies cavorting in the grassy sand. Justin's young body was so ready for whatever Patsy Lynn had in mind.
Justin took a deep cleansing breath. He flips his sandals towards the far side of this outcrop, he knew best to approach Patsy Lynn's special place with his bare feet making contact with the dune grass and the sand of the earth. Justin bends over and slips his baggy surfer trunks down his backside. Justin kicks his drawers on top of his sandals. He shucks his flower-patterned Hawaiian shirt and flings it away.
