Cirli had the day off from helping on the farm. Her boyfriend was working all day, so she decided to visit Shelon lake and lay on the sand. Her boyfriend would have not approved of this, as there were Sud warriors living in the forest, but she went anyway. She wore an old nightshirt over the satin bikini her aunt had sewn for her. She had been 13 back then, and it was now ill-fitting and small.
She saw no one on her 30 minute journey. She laid out a blanket and removed her nightshirt. Her bikini was simply too small and her boyfriend and father would be having fits. She sighed and decided to get home this afternoon before they saw how she was dressed. Sometimes she just didn't want to listen to her men about every little rule! And there was no one about.
The sun was in and out, but she relaxed on her blanket and sipped the wine she had brought. Before long, she was sleepy. Then she was sleeping by the lake, her entirely too small bikini exposing various lovely parts of her body. When her eyes blinked open some time later, it was very overcast and a skinny, wrinkly old man was standing next to her blanket. Gods he was so old!
"Um hello? Can I help you?"
"You can, yes. My child, you are so beautiful that I thought I was seeing a vision."
"Oh well...thank you? I didn't know anyone else was here. Could you pass me my shirt?"
"Shirt? Whatever for? You look perfectly lovely right now."
"Yes but I'm not properly clothed. And you are here...please?"
"Please child. Be comfortable. It is just us here. I live closely. I...I must say I can't stop looking at your very fine bikini. It.....hugs you so nicely down there."
"Umm! I really should get going..."
"Please don't. I'm very old and rarely get to see such lovely things. Please dear?"
Was he crazy? Her father and her boyfriend would be furious at this old man for staring at her body. She felt flushed and nervous.
"Have you heard of loon's day, here at the lake?"
"No."
"Many years ago, we had a tradition. If a lady lay by the lake but left her bikini bottoms off, any man could get on her blanket and slip his cock in her cunny. Some of them stayed for hours, pleasuring men. Then they would go home as if nothing happened. I myself used to enjoy many of them."
"They really did this? How did their husbands and boyfriends not know?"
"No one talked about loon's day."
That was so crazy! But there used to be a great many oddities in the past.
"Do you know what might happen if you removed your bikini bottom?"
"Umm..."
"An old man such as myself could experience such wonder and pleasure."
"I.....I can't...."
The old man was staring at her bikini crotch with such want and need. She knew the outline of her labia was making him a little crazy. The best thing for all involved would be for her to leave now.
From the distance, the sound of a loon's cry filled the air. They looked at each other and Cirli closed her legs. The old man had a look of pure lust on his face. He firmly took her left knee and pulled it away from her, exposing her crotch.
"Just...stay. Be still. Everything is alright."
She began to scold him respectfully, but looked down and saw that he had a tent in his soft cotton pants. Looking at her body had given him an erection. She had never been next to an erect one other than her boyfriend's. If he thought he was going to do loon day stuff to her...he's crazy.
"I wonder dear if you'd do something for me. To refresh a memory."
"It depends what?"
"I beg of you...pull the string on my pants. The women of Loon day would do this."
"I really don't think you having your penis out is a very good idea!"
