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Tan, pleated, and short were Mary’s choices for her accessible skirt of the day. Though she rarely wore skirts, drives more than thirty minutes normally inspired her to go commando. The drive to her sister’s takes about sixty minutes — more than enough time to cum three times and arrive dripping moist. We couldn’t tell her sister, Bri, that this was NND, National Nude Day, or arrive naked. Could we?
Just to appease our irritable neighbors, we waited to strip. Yet, before we reached the corner STOP sign, I had my clothes around my knees, as she insisted. Her compromise — she folded her skirt above her waist and spread her legs letting anyone nearby get an enchanting view of her hairless heaven. When I put the top down at the STOP sign we stripped and stashed our clothes under our seats.
Out of our neighborhood, we shouted at other cars and pedestrians, “Happy NUDE Day. Strip!” To make our point, Mary stood and flashed all her goods until we were past them, then she racked her seat back down and began gently teasing her little man. Other cars full of naked people honked and waved.
Stopped at a traffic light, we saw several people walking nearby with huge shopping bags. When Mary stood, I put the car in Park and stood too. Shaking our goods, I shouted “It’s legal today to be naked in public. CARPE DIEM – strip!” Red-white lights flashed and a police car pulled in front of us. They made us stand against the car, facing them. Before they cuffed us, I asked her to call their sergeant and ask about ordinance 1169a. She stared at my semi hard cock and he at Mary’s pussy as we waited. Once confirmed, I added that the nudity exemption applied to them too. I like to think that after they let us go, they stripped each other and finished their shift naked.
I’m glad I looked up the law yesterday. The pedestrians watched us closely. Before we drove off, they all stripped and strolled naked shouting “Happy Nude Day to all.”
After a few turns, we got on a mostly straight US Highway so I could observe her better and she could fondle my cock more safely. “Feed me your tits, babe, and get some sun on them.” Straddling me while we drove was extremely distracting, especially with her wet pussy sucking my cock and, even worse, when blinded with her tit briefly in my mouth. She jumped back in her seat when we swerved onto a shoulder.
She pinched and pulled her perfect, growing nipples. “The sun is so hot on my nipples. I love it, but they say it may hit 100 today. I’ll have to cover up soon. Sorry hun.”
I stroked her thigh and felt its heat already built up. She lightly stroked my windswept cock. Cupping and twisting her luscious nipple helped remind me how dense and delicious it always is, even sun-warmed. Though that made my tongue dance, watching her rub her pussy and make it swell and leak made me ‘taste’ her succulent nectar. Keeping one eye on the road, I teased, “Give me a taste, sweetness.” Smiling, she sighed deeply, released my cock, and slid two fingers profoundly into her depths.
After long and exaggerated stirring she put those fingers under my nose. Inhaling slowly by nose and exhaling by mouth, I made the most of her intoxicating aroma. My cock throbbed with each inhale and I soon licked her elixir from one finger. She laughed as she teased me and rotated her tasty fingers into my mouth. Since my eyes loll or close when exposed to her pheromones, she held the wheel to keep us on the road and reminded me to back off the gas pedal.
As I became fully aware again, I felt her squeezing my cock hard. “We don’t want this going off too soon, do we?” she said as she leaned over and lapped my Cowper’s off my rod. “Mmm, sweet as ever. Too bad my sister is too afraid to taste this. I’m sure she used to when she played ‘hippie.’ Don’t forget Bri is prudish and a germaphobe. Your cock is so hot. I’d love to feel its heat inside me before we get to the prude.” Mary then abandoned my cock and left me unsatisfied despite frequent revisits and occasional laps, the tease. So my turn. Wait. Was there a chance Bri would be tasting my cock?
When I reached over and cupped her pussy, I displaced her fingers just as she started breathing hard. “Wh-what are you doing? I was about to cum.” I teased and said I was concerned about her overheating so was checking her temperature and it was hot. As she was about to push my hand away, I slid my middle finger up her lips to her clit and circled it. She gasped and sighed with a smile. When I pushed that finger deep inside her, she stiffened — so I pulled out. As I sniffed and sucked my finger, she glared at me. “Retaliation? Hmm.” We drove silently for a bit, both gently stroking ourselves, both frustrated.
Before our first meeting, I saw photos of Bri, always in genes and button up blouses — except for one of her in a modest bikini. Though as pretty as Mary, they were different beauties. Both were slim, yet Bri was borderline sinewy. Both were shapely, but Bri’s ass was smaller and her tits much bigger. While Mary’s near blond hair barely reached her shoulders, Bri had long, jet black, straight hair. Both had deep blue eyes and captivating smiles. Mary was an inch taller, at 5’7″.
“Mike, don’t say anything about her legs, she thinks they are scrawny and rarely wears a dress or shorts. She hates her tits too and says they are too big and too lumpy. Gently appeal to her hippy self image and you’ll be fine.
“Brad is much looser, though he hides his tension. She razes him about his weight though he isn’t that heavy.”
“Unlike me, you mean? Sounds like he and I will get along fine. Not sure about Bri.” Mary is also obsessed with weight. She looks great at 130, but longs to stay at 110.
We stopped a block from Bri’s and dressed. After our frustrating drive, I held Mary back as we stood at the oak-tone door and knocked. When the door swung open Bri took a step back and Mary leaned in to hug her. Bri wore loose, white jeans and a short-sleeved, loose, blue, button down shirt with just one button open. An awkward hug was our first contact with no skin touching. She smelled like blooming roses, yet apologized for the lack of a/c as it recently broke. The house was nearly ninety degrees.
Brad entered around a corner and Mary pushed past her sister and ran to him, her short, pleated skirt flying behind her and giving us all a view of her shapely thighs. I wasn’t ready for the athletic rush and leap onto his hips. Bri smiled as I blinked my way to understand the spectacle.
Brad hugged her and she pulled herself tight against him. When she dropped to the ground, she wrapped her hands around his neck, flattened her small tits against him, and kissed his mouth as he held her skirt up and grabbed both her ass cheeks over it. He pulled her hard against the thigh he slipped between her legs. I recognized the slight movements as they rubbed her already damp clit against his tensed thigh. That’s one of her favorite hugs. Bri tilted her head and smiled like a Stepford Wife.
“You smell like a . . . woman — an excited woman, Mary,” Brad whispered loud enough for his wife and me to hear. She grinned and Bri frowned briefly.