Introduction: It was the summer of 1967 and songs like "Groovin", "Windy", and "Light My Fire" were being played on every radio station you turned to. Societal attitudes and mores were rapidly being turned around. The innocence of generations past were being turned upside down and basically discarded. The youth of the period were creating a much different world for themselves; one that only they could identify with and grasp on to. It was a time of their own; not one that had any connection with past generations, i.e., their parents and grandparents. This time would go down in history with many descriptors ending with the word "Revolution", e.g., "the sexual revolution", "the drug revolution", and "the anti-war revolution", to name a few. It was a time of race riots and the beginning buddings of real racial equality. It was an historical and exciting time, and yet many from that generation today find themselves lamenting, now and again, of some of the things that were lost in the process during those times. Many of that generation's members, particularly the male gender, those now in their 60's and 70's, were embracing, actively participating in, and taking advantage of the change in attitude, particularly the sex that this revolution afforded them. The stories this author write, specifically concentrate on the "Sexual Revolution", the older male adjusting to and enjoying this change in sexual attitudes, along with the innocence already lost, and/or in the process of being lost.
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Ch. 1: After a year, Pam and Curlew formally meet:
Pam and Bob had been back from their resort vacation two weeks and Pam couldn't get the exciting times she'd experienced there out of her mind. Although when she had originally booked the vacation she was totally unaware that the resort was a nude resort, she was pleased and very satisfied with the resulting, and surprising, outcome that week had presented to both of them.
Her thoughts were constantly digressing to 'the cabin, the lake, and everything' ... particularly, and especially, the sex with all the random, elderly, virtual strangers that she had encountered at the resort. She was also unaware that they'd be the only young couple there when she booked the vacation. These thoughts always caused those all too familiar tingling sensations shooting through her body, and settling and concentrating in her vulva, getting her horny and wet.
'Everything seemed to be kismet,' Pam thought. All of it had begun last summer when Bob took advantage of Pam's compassionate affinity for the elderly, when she was just 20 years old. He convinced and persuaded her to take advantage of the attention the elderly widower next door was giving her. He was in his middle 60's and lived directly behind them. Bob strongly suggested she might find giving the old guy an occasional teasing glimpse not only very stimulating and pleasurable to him, but a source of enjoyment for herself as well. The mere gratification of knowing she was giving pleasure to an old and lonely man could be the least that she would experience. She might even find the naughtiness to be not only exciting, but sexually stimulating for her as well. Her husband would persistently insist that the possibilities were boundless, if she would only open up to them.
After much conversation and positive reinforcement from Bob, she remembered, at the time, the thought itself becoming exciting and stimulating to her. She eventually decided to give it a try, and began slowly, with visual and verbal suggestive innuendoes, which by mid-summer had evolved into the inevitable actual copulation with the old neighbor ... and much more than she had ever anticipated when this unusual, but exciting, journey first began.
'That was the beginning of 'the summer of slow transition' for me. From the shy, conservative, old-fashioned thinking, naïve young wife, to the free-spirited, casual sex loving, horny person I am now. This past summer's vacation was the fait accompli of that transition,' she knew, and thought to herself.
As her thoughts alternated from last summer to this one, she was reminded of the old man she had seen at the small, sparsely populated, nearby beach she periodically visited for quiet privacy. This old man had caught her attention and she found him dauntingly mysterious. He fascinated her by his strange routine. He spoke to no one and walked slowly with slouched shoulders and slightly bended knees. He only looked down at the wet sand as he walked the shoreline. Occasionally, he would stop, bend over at the waist, and dig into the sand with a finger, pick up something and examine it, before dropping it back to the wet sand, signifying a form of rejection. He'd continue on his way, repeating the process a few feet away. He reminded her of a sandpiper foraging for morsels at the water's edge. Not knowing who he was, she had given him the moniker, "Curlew", after a species of sandpiper she had become familiar with as a child while visiting her grandparents at their summer cottage. She felt sorry for Curlew and thought of him as a poor, lonely old man. She decided that she needed to return to that same beach and attempt to get to know Curlew better one of these Saturdays in the very near future, when she was not working and Bob was.
Pam awoke early Saturday to the sound of Bob leaving the driveway for work and the smell of fresh coffee. 'Oh, good. Bob made a pot of coffee,' she thought, as she stretched and began getting out of bed. Pam got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up her mouth from the night's sleep. She disliked the stale taste a night's sleep left in her mouth. Pam shook her head and ran her fingers through her short, wavy blonde hair, and let it fall naturally. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, still wearing only a pair of thin, sheer panties. She had developed a fondness for being as free of clothing as she could since their vacation to the nude resort.
While drinking her coffee and reading the local Saturday morning newspaper, she thought, 'It looks like it's going to be another gorgeous day ... a nice day for the beach.' With no pressing duties for the day, she decided to go to the beach on the early side and spend the entire day. She was out of the house before 10 A.M.
Pam arrived at this small, not very popular beach where she first had seen Curlew that day last summer. There was absolutely no one on the beach this early, which gave her carte blanche access to wherever she wanted to lay her blanket. After visually surveying the beach, she chose a location close to the waterline, but above the high water mark left by the seaweed at high tide. She thought, 'If Curlew does his normal walk today, I should be close enough to at least say hello, without seeming forward and obvious.' She spread her blanket where she decided was the perfect spot, adjusted everything she brought that she would need, and laid down on her back, resting on her elbows. The only sounds were the occasional screech of a seagull passing and the small waves lapping the shore. She loved this time of day at the beach. She found it so peaceful and relaxing.
Pam had on a new, bright orange bikini that was much skimpier than she normally wore. The bottom section had no material on the sides except for the narrow string that connected the front panel from the back. The front was a little above her pubic hair line, showing a lot of skin. The top section revealed a lot of her breasts, barely covering her nipples and areolae. She wanted Curlew, if he walked by her today, to be sure to take notice. She had purchased the swimsuit at an exclusive specialty shop that specialized in European style clothing, specifically for a day such as this.
A short while later, she noticed the unmistakable figure walking down the shoreline. "It's him, great," she mumbled softly. She grabbed a magazine, opened it to a random page, and rolled on one side, facing the direction he was coming from. She laid the open magazine on the blanket and rested her head on one elbow, giving the impression that she was reading. In actuality, she was looking over her sunglasses, observing Curlew's approach. When he got about 10 feet from her she raised her head, looked at him, and gave him that wonderfully radiant, but innocent, smile of hers, and said, "Good morning".
Curlew walked closer, and said, "And good morning to you, Miss. You're here early today. What a pleasant surprise ... I haven't seen you since last summer," he replied with a warm and friendly smile.
'He noticed and remembered me from last year,' Pam quickly thought, before replying, "Yes, this is the first chance I've had to get out here this year. I like the lack of the usual beach crowd here that you get at the more popular beaches, and especially love the peace and solitude of this time of the day." Pam couldn't help but notice his penetrating, steely gray eyes, along with the kindness and tenderness that were conspicuously evident through the patina of his weathered face. 'This man is a nice man,' was her immediate thought.
"Not to sound too personal or invasive, but do you live here on the 'Neck'?"
