The Gift of Her Naked Patriotism
A giant star spangled cake sits in the middle of the living room. Its red, white, and blue icing tempt me to taste. But what pops out of the cake is even more pleasing to my senses. My second cousin Portia opens the secret door and jumps up waving her bikini flag bottom for the men in uniform. She dips her finger into the frosting and licks it suggestively and the men clap. A serviceman approaches and sucks the frosting from her finger. Then she offers him her cake coated thumb which he uses like a pacifier with a big smile.
She says, "Who wouldn't want to squeeze my tush? But the next best thing is to own a pair of my very own panties. I'm raffling one off for free. Just put your name on a slip of paper and drop it in the jar. I wish I could give each and every one of you a pair but there are times when a girl feels naked without them and I wear only the best which can get pricey." The side section opens and I escort her out of her castle of sugar.
My second cousin Portia wears a string bikini for our Fourth of July party. She explains, "Johnny, the reason for me wearing the stars and stripes with just enough to not be indecently exposed is because it is the middle of a hot Louisiana summer. Also, there are soldiers on leave here and I wanted to give them some eye candy as a gift for their service to our country. Hey, could you stand below me while I climb the ladder to reach for some vodka? It is way up there."
"I'd be glad to." Her flagged bottom waggles in my face like she is beckoning me to touch.
She says, "My goodness I'm so sorry, but I'd feel much more secure if you'd put your hands on my derriere to steady me." This new twist has me in near heaven. So, of course, as a gentleman, I lend my protective hands to the cause of steadying her. Finally, she steps down the rungs holding the bottle and I grip her by her waist as she makes her descent.
After several more drinks, my eyes get glassy. She says, "Hun, let me get you some more punch and rum. You just sit at the table and let me serve you." The simple act of a woman serving me, a man, is so beautiful that I can't help but accept her offer even though I'm already way past tipsy.
Portia says, "Out of gratitude for your family's long history of enlistment in the armed forces, I will be your Geisha Girl today, just without the kimono."
I reply, "You look dressed for the Geisha's bedroom duties."
She curtseys. "Well, my labors of love aren't limited to serving tea."
"Do you mean you'll entertain me with your eloquence in the art of language?"
"Why settle for the pool when you can have the beach? You would be amazed by my Zen and the art of cousinly sensuality."
I say, "Let's go to Florida!"
"I'll take you there but would you like a jello shot to go with your punch?"
