Lord, what a pathetic summer that was. Let me quickly admit that a baking-oven summer is not my cup of tea either, but I must say that one long cold shower is not exactly a dream summer! While I am not generally looking forward to being forced to dress lightly, I am looking forward to the girls doing so. And there has not been quite enough of that.
On one of the few nice warm days that did appear, though, I had been on the beach, photographing. I'm ashamed to admit that I had only been photographing things like water and rocks, but I have an old multi-interest habit that is hard to shake... Having shot the last shot, and eaten the last ice cream cone, I was waiting for the 4:30 bus to take me home. Three girls came by that had chatted me up for a minute on the beach, being deeply puzzled by my apparent interest in wet rocks and seaweed. (Water tend to soften tones and edges, you can get some really nice images.) "Hey, Great Artist," teased the blonde with the long hair. "Did you get something good?" I smiled at her and the two other young wonders. "Yes, thank you, I believe so. Some very nice stuff to work with." We chatted for a couple of minutes, and they were about to go on their way, when the one with the black hair turned and said: "Wait a minute, you aren't planning on taking the bus, are you?" They told me that on Sundays the bus did not run after four o'clock! I couldn't believe it. I was readying myself for a very long walk, when the third one, who had been rather quiet until now, suggested "He can sleep in mom and dad's room." She said to me "You don't have to walk all that way. You can sleep in our summer home, and take the bus tomorrow." I didn't want to impose, but I couldn't really find any good arguments against it, so I followed them home. Well, soon I was sitting very relaxedly on the porch with a cool drink, a goofy smile on my face. Jill, the blonde, stepped out on the porch, and started taking off her clothes. Holding her shorts in her hand, she turned and saw me looking. "Oh," she said. "We generally don't wear anything inside the garden. I can put something on if it bothers you?" I am afraid that I couldn't hold back a big grin. "No," I said, "I love it. If you don't mind me staring, I don't mind at all!" She laughed. "No, actually that is a refreshing change from all the fools who try to look while pretending that they are not. Or who are so afraid that they don't dare look at all. A bit of a waste it seems." So I enjoyed the sight of her beautiful long body while she applied suntan oil and put a volleyball net on the lawn. Karin and Holly came out, and to my great pleasure they were now dressed exactly as Jill was. They started playing volleyball. After a minute they asked me to join. I did not have any film left, and I did not even have a laptop with me, so I thought, well why not goof off, and joined them. I soon became so warm that I stripped down to my shorts only. Even though I did not quite have the courage to strip and expose my under-exercised body to their eyes, I soon started to feel very good about the whole thing. Not only was the sight of volleyball-bobbing female bodies a heavenly one, it also felt very good and natural. I think the world would be a better place if everyone were more open about things, and if everyone were daily surrounded by such beauty as I was that day.
Eolake Stobblehouse
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