Autumn had arrived in Georgia. Aunt Kate and Uncle Pierce took me for a weekend up north to Cloudland Canyon State Park. We were still in the state, but close to Alabama, and just south of Chattanooga, in Tennessee. We were lucky to have some nice fall colors in the woodlands, and we enjoyed the hiking trails and the scenery.
Anyway, I enjoyed it, even if we couldn't be naked in the forest as we all wanted. They would have to take me to a naturist resort sometime. It was quite a trip up to the northwest corner of the state. I was happy to get back to Savannah at the end of the trip and get out of my clothes.
After our trek into the uplands of the northern part of the state we had to get back into our work schedule. At least Pierce and I did. Kate's job was to take care of us from the home front. She always had great southern cooking on the table when we arrived back from our jobs.
Pierce was a lawyer and I worked in the Planning Department of the city. However, Pierce was something of a gourmet cook, and he would prepare meals quite often on the weekends. We had fun being naked in the mansion there, right in the middle of Savannah's historic district.
Neither of them had ever indicated they found me sensually tempting, but I certainly loved to look at them as they walked around the house in the nude. It was a pleasure to imagine what we could do together if they were ever interested. In any case, I had been sexually active with almost all of their children now.
Kate and my mother had been sisters, and had always maintained close, friendly ties. I was so happy to be taken in by Kate and Pierce after my mother passed away from her battle with cancer. I was also ecstatic to have been found attractive to my cousins who had made me a lover at times right here in this stately home.
I was now twenty-four years old, going on twenty-five. All of the children in the family were older than I. In fact, the oldest, Forrest, was now thirty-two years old. He was taking some vacation from his employment in New York to come celebrate with his parents on Halloween. It was mid October now, but we were all looking forward to his visit.
The time would pass quickly. He was planning to arrive just a week before the Halloween partying would begin. I had not seen him since my mother's funeral. He was extremely busy. He worked on the production of off-broadway plays. He was hoping to move up to major productions soon.
You should know that Halloween is a major celebration in Savannah. The city has a reputation for being haunted. In fact there are trolley tours of the city's ghostly denizens and their past homes. So our eccentric citizens have lots of fun with this day every year.
Many dress up parties are held throughout the city. Kate and Pierce had hosted a fete last year. We had discussed, quite humorously, going as nudists to the party we were attending. But we would be selecting more appropriate costumes. Forrest would be here to go along with us.
After waiting two weeks for him to arrive it was fun to be there when he drove up in his rental. He had landed at the airport north of town and got a car to drive himself into the city. Kate and Pierce didn't actually own an auto.
We seldom found the need and if we did we could hire a taxi. Otherwise, the bus service was great if we needed to go farther than we could walk easily. So Forrest parked in the rear and came in the back door. He had called ahead and we were naked to greet him. It was a Saturday, and we would have a week to prepare for the coming party and Halloween festivities.
Forrest walked in from the veranda, where I had taken the sun with no clothes on many times. Not today. It was fall weather and it was nippy. I was pleased to see him. My nipples were hard from the cool air that came in with him.
He smiled at me, glanced down at my tits, then down at my bare feet. Then he hugged his two parents. Kate and Pierce loved their children so much. Then he gave me a hug and I felt my nipples harden even more. I was taken by his strong body and hard chest. He squeezed me tight and then laughed. So did I, because he made me feel happy.
Turning away he took another quick look at my bare feet, and he smiled gently.
We all went into the den after Kate tried to get Forrest to eat something. He explained that he had snacked on the plane and wasn't really hungry. We sat around and just chatted. He had some great stories to tell about some well known people he had worked with in New York.
It was funny and he was just as amusing to listen to as his brother Chester. They must have both got a humor gene from Pierce, another great story-teller.
That evening we went out to dinner, for a change. Kate would be able to relax and spend time with her baby. He was thirty-two, but still her baby. He was her first born, which was special, of course. It was a pleasant night for a brisk walk in the autumn air.
Some leaves were already falling as a breeze blew through the trees surrounding the squares of historic Savannah. We walked home after ten and were all ready to go to our rooms. Kate and Pierce were on the first floor, while all the other bedrooms were on the second floor. Forrest was in his old room several doors down from mine.
I took a shower, as I did each night. I preferred to shower in the evening, rather than the morning. As I was drying my hair, not wearing anything at all, I heard a light knock on my door. I opened the door to find Forrest. He grinned at me.
"Need some company there short cake? I wasn't really sleepy, and it's Sunday tomorrow. Want to talk a little?"
"Of course, Forrest. It's nice to have you to myself for awhile. Your folks might get a little jealous though."
"Oh, I don't think so. They clearly adore you, Trish. We should get better acquainted, don't you think, if you're going to be living here in the old homestead?"
He gave me his gentle smile.
"Well, let's sit down then. You take the big chair. I'll just sit on the bed here."
"Oh no, you can sit on the chair. I'll sit here at your feet, Trish. It'll be cozier. Come on over here, short cake."
It didn't seem to be anything to argue about. I sat in the chair and crossed my legs so as not to be to forward. He sat on the floor and wrapped his arms around his legs, looking up at me with a smile.
We were talking quietly and then he glanced down to my feet. It was odd the way he seemed to be paying so much attention to them. I did have pretty feet. I knew that. All my lovers had told me that. But I had never seen anyone stare at them so intently before.
