BACK COUNTRY

There is somethign very sexy that happens to all women in the backcountry. Especially girls who may be the nice, quiet, plain girls. The ones that didn't get lots of attention from the boys, who didn't dress to exaggerate that attention or always act like they were flaunting it. No, we're talking about the average girls in baggy shirts or sweaters, the ones who study for tests, and do art or theatre or choir, and like popular boys with distant crushes, but hang out with their circle of friends. We all know these girls, all went to school with them. They are sweat and funny, smart, and often very kind, but never the focus of sexual desire.

Then you take a trip into the backcountry. The first few days everyone still wears the city, but soon, hair is tangled and matted from sleeping on the ground. Skin is gritty from sweat and trail dust. Hair smells of camp smoke. Pants are dirty from the cook stove, and shoes become one with blisters. Heavy packs dig into shoulders. After a few days, the cliques of school no longer matter, everyone is on the trail, everyone pitches camp, trades chores cooking, firewood, dishes. Reasons for popularity shift, and those with singing skills, or storytelling skills, or compass and map skills move to the front.

After four days, every piece of clothes in the pack has been worn. Wash with creek water, and hung on bushes to dry. Socks and underwear the most important to clean. Bras no longer matter--especially for the girls who never needed them anyway.

That's when you notice her small breasts for the first time, pointing through her shirt in the alpine air. Hiking you are hot, and then when stopped for a breather, you cool rapidly. Her nipples show though. The gleem of sweat makes her face shine. Her hair has become so tangled, she's tied a bandana scarf around her head, but little whips of hair poke out. It's rugged and yet the most feminine thing you have ever seen.

Under her arms you notice a week without shaving has allowed her dark hair to sprout. It is thick and damp with beads of sweat. With out chemical deodorant, it is her natural scent, her animal scent. You are reminded that we are all mammals, after all. If you got close enough, maybe you could smell it, slightly sweet and sour, blending with the air of pine trees, moss, ferns.

In the wilderness, beauty does not go to privilege, but to the smart, and lean, and kind--the people who fit into the tribe and move it forward. No one looked twice at her chest at school, but now they look just the right size. She doesn't flaunt it, she doesn't even notice. She raises her hand to adjust her bandana, flashing the tuff of her hair. It is moist like the forest, fecund. In hiking shorts, her legs are bare, a hint of fuzz on the shins. The miles of trail have shaped her calves and thighs. You wonder why you never noticed how beautiful her leg were.

Looking at her now is how humans have always been. How quickly we forget in the city, how soon we remember after a week in the wilderness.

THEIR CLASS PROJECT

Audrey and Jen were college roommates and coming up with rent was a challenge each month. With school full time and sports and part-time jobs, they had no idea how they'd earn enough to cover the bills and still eat. They even looked on craigslist, and when they couldn't find anything under the normal sections, they found themselves checking out the "adult" jobs. Many were looking to hire girls to shoot in videos. The pay was pretty good--$500 up to a couple thousand. It'd be enough to cover their rent, utilities, and some of school. But they didn't like the idea of just selling out to some creep-o posting an anonymous ad. They'd seen far too many TV shows about serial killers. The nudity didn't bother them, not even the idea of sex on camera. It was the total lack of any control that was terrifying.

One night, while surfing online for jobs, and seriously considering emailing one of the adult postings, Jen said: "Why don't we do this ourselves?"

"Whadaya mean?" asked Audrey.

"Well," explained Jen, "We could check out a camera from the media department. I know someone who works there and I could tell him its for a class project."

Audrey nodded. It could work. As students they could check out equipment for free. They could shoot their own movies, edit them, and then sell the content. They'd be in complete control of their bodies and what they did, and would also be keeping 100% of the proceeds. No middle man.

Their first video was just Jen stripping. She wasn't very good, and the lighting was terrible and Audrey didn't turn off the autofocus, but to their surprise, the tape sold immediately. They began better technically, and bolder in their storylines. They even did an outdoor flashing tape. They almost got caught at night on the campus, Adurey holding the camera, and Jen totally naked. It was the biggest thrill of the school year.

They made a dozen tapes, and sold each one. They couldn't believe how easy it was. They would go online and, just like researching for a paper, they'd figure out what categories of porn were popular. The themes were simple. They taped each other taking showers, and called it "college co-ed in the shower" and it sold. They did the outdoor flashing, and sold it as "naked on campus." One day Audrey saw Jen doing some Yoga, and told her to do it naked as she filmed. That sold. They got creative and pretended to put the camera in "hidden" spots to make it look like someone was spying on them unaware. Jen let her hair grow and they did a series of "hairy" videos, then, when she shaved, they filmed that, and made a "shaving" video, and then, once totally bare, put her hair in pony-tails and did a "barely legal" video. They couldn't believe that essentially the same thing could be filmed slightly different ways and they could get paid for all of it. The most popular was simply close up masturbation. This was perfect, because, as Jen said, "We do this anyway, why not get paid?"

The roommates were already close before starting their "class project," but filming each other naked and seeing each other masturbate openly broke down any walls between them, modesty was non-existent, not even an issue. They never got rich, and after a while the thrill of breaking all the rules wore off. But they'd paid their way through fall semester and had enough saved up for spring and to graduation in June.

During the process, they asked themselves if they'd regret taping themselves naked and masturbating. They tried to imagine a professor seeing the video and recognizing them, or projecting into the future to a time when they had husbands and children. No, they decided. Everyone has a college story, and they would own theirs.

THE HIPSTER ROOMATES

When I moved to Portland, I rented a room from a hipster couple near SE Clinton. It was one of those big 1905 style houses, with wood floods, built-in, and layers of chipping lead paint. A dog and thus dog hair everywhere. They were both in a couple bands, and thus musical instruments in every room, and the occasional band crashing on a couch when passing through on tour. For me, a perfect place to start out in a new town. For them, they liked having a renter to help pay off their mortgage, and walk their dog, and be around when they took off on trips. In short, it worked out.

Scott and Donna were pretty chill. They were late 20s or early 30s. Donna cooked a lot and kept her kitchen clean, but wasn't anal about being tidy. When I'd come home, I'd often find her kicked back on the couch smoking a bowl and then knitting. She'd often walk around the house in her underwear. Scott wasn't home much, but was always nice enough. His barista and bartending jobs and band practice kept him pretty busy, and he usually came home late, and was up and off when I got up. It was cool.

The thing about living with a young couple is that they had sex. A lot. The walls of the old house were thin--just uninsuralted lathe and plaster. The squeeks of their mattress could be heard throughout the house. I didn't mind. They seemed to have good sex. Scott was pretty quiet, but Donna was vocal. She didn't say words, like in the porn movies, but just lots of moans and sharp cries coming from her throat in rhythmic time to slapping skin. She'd get faster and louder, building in crescendo as she was overcome by her powerful orgasms.

As an old turn-of-the century house, most of the rooms connected. Some shared closets--which is totally unseen today, but common then. And since most old houses only had one plumbed bathroom, both of our rooms opened to it. Sometimes when I'd get up, they'd both be already gone for the day with their bedroom door still wide open. I never messed with their stuff or snooped, but when going to shut their door, I couldn't help but notice once they'd left ropes tied to their brass head board. And once they'd left a sex toy out in plain view. It was a large, glass but plug with smooth bumps. I guess they were cleaning it and just forgot to put it back.

Perhaps the most memorable time was when I was wakened by the sound of them having sex. It was pretty early in the morning, but already bright outside. It sounded like they were having sex in my room. Still in bed, I opened my eyes, and noticed my door to the bathroom was left partly open. From where I lay, I cold look into my mirror, and see, reflected, about a quarter of the bathroom. Scott sat on the toilet, Donna straddling him. She was slowly grinding her hips back and forth on his cock, and his hands clasped her buttocks, pulling her deeper with each thrust. It was slow, romantic morning sex, and yes, I watched. Yes....all of it.

MASTERING THE ART OF FRENCH COOKING


"Though separated by time and space, both women are at loose ends... until they discover that with the right combination of passion, fearlessness and butter, anything is possible."

--The IMDB plot summary of Julie & Julia (2009)

STARTING THE DAY

We are both groggy in the morning before coffee, but I am hard and my balls full of cum. I'd take her, but she is too tied and her body would hurt. The alarm goes off and we slap snooze a few times, and then stumble to the shower. The water begins to wake us both. Time is quickly passing. Neither of us can be late to work. My cock still stands at attention. She reaches out, squeezes just to confirm that I am straining. She cups my balls, assessing their morning load. She likes cum on an empty stomach. She likes to go to work with it in her belly. She likes going to work, saying hello to all the people in the office with a smile, thinking how, only an hour ago, my cock was in her mouth. She loves how hard I am in the morning and how fast I can cum. She knows if she sucks hard and fast, I will cum hard and fast. I will shoot my big sticky load into her mouth. It will splash against the back of her throat and a big glob slide down, but some will spill from lips. She'll look up at me and grins. Good morning, I say. She rubs her tummy. Thanks for breakfast, she says. We gotta get going.

LEFT TO HERSELF...

"Left to herself, memories of the hands over her body haunted her. Now she felt one under her arm, sliding down her waist. She remembered Martinez, his way of opening the sex like a bud, the flicks of his quick tongue covering the distance from her pubic hair to the buttocks, ending on the dimple at the end of her spine. How he loved this dimple, which led his fingers and his tongue to follow the downwards curve and vanish between the two full mounts of flesh."

--Anais Nin, Delta of Venus

CAFE CUPS

In summer, my girlfriend wears tank tops without a bra. It's easy to flash in public places, stores, cafes...

A LOT

Some women like anal sex. Some women like it a lot.

1934

The year is 1934, you are young, beautiful. The newspaper and radio says it's the Great Depression, hardest times in memory, but you are young, and beautiful, and naked is free. No one talks of sex, but everyone has it. Like drinking in Prohibition. It is 1934. You are young, beautiful. Standing beside the bed, ready.

SIT DOWN

One question--where is her tongue?

SOCKS STILL ON

Don't you just love quickies when you don't even have enough time to take off your socks?

Exactly.

T-SHIRT

I love it when she walks aroudn the house in just a t-shirt.

BEACH BARE

Small firm breasts, shaved pubic strip, and pierced belly button. No wonder all the guys were staring.

WHO'S READY?

Who's ready for what? This photo suggests the possibilities are wide open.

SUMMERTIME AND THE LIVING IS EASY

Ah, summertime and the livin is easy....kick back on cool grass. White cotton top, air tickles hair underarms. Sexy. A good time to feel alive.

IN THE BACK COUNTRY

Jen was on a college backpacking trip. They'd been inthe back country three days. Reaching the lake, they made base camp. The others were going off on a short day hike, but Jen said she needed to rest and adjust to the altitude. Really, she just wanted some alone time. The tent was warm in the noon sun, and outside she could hear birds and the wind in the pines. She lay on top of her sleeping bag, and pulled her cotton hiking panties to the side.

CUTE COUPLE

How cute is this couple? Adorable. Don't you wish all nudists were this hot?

SQUEEZE, PLEASE

TAKEN

There's hardly a hetero man who hasn't fantasied about sleeping with two women at the same time. Usually, he's the stud, scoring with two hotties, doubling his pleasure. But what most men would never admit to is a darker, more hard-core fantasy of being taken by two women. Some sex books gingerly suggest that some women can use rape fantasies in masturbation and role play with their lover, but I have newer found a couple's guide to sex that breeches the topic of man rape by one or more women. Just as women enjoy being tied up and taken, I think many men do, too. This picture sure is sexy.

BLONDES

They say blondes have more fun. This picture seems to support that.

SUMMER YARD

I love slow summer mornings on weekends, getting up, slipping on shorts and tank top, no underwear. Skipping the shower, because the chores don't care. Wash a few loads of laundry, and hang them out back to dry. Armpits glisten and smell a bit like fresh sweat, like summer, like sex.

CONFESSIONS

They had made love and were lying together, still naked, sweaty, and sleepy. It was the time one could say or ask anything of their partner. He rolled over and asked, "When was the last time you masturbated?"

She looked at him, puzzled. "Really?" she asked. "You really want to know?"

"I mean I know you do it when I'm not around and I was just curious."

"Ok", she said, "If you really want to know." She shrugged. "This morning."

He looked surprised. "How?"

"You want details?"

He nodded.

So she told him: "this morning when I was getting ready. I was feeling horney and I used my hair brush."

He knew the hair brush. He pictured it. He was hard again. And they made love a second time that day.

MORNING RISE AND SHINE

Girlfriend gets up Sunday morning. Still naked from bed. Soft light through window.

HER FAVORITE SPOT

WATER, SUN, WIND

FRIENDS WITH FRECKLES

GOING COMMANDO

When my girlfriend said she hadn't put on any underwear that morning, I was like--prove it.

Right then she unzipped and showed me.

BLUE VIEW

IN THE PRODUCE SECTION

Shopping for fresh produce for dinner--or for after dinner. Getting ideas.

POKER NIGHT

Dorm girl is losing at strip poker.

GOOD MORNING, HONEY

It's always nice to get a helping hand to start the morning. That, and coffee.

AT NIGHT

At night, when she thinks everyone is asleep, she sneaks downstairs and fetches a bottle. In the dark, she knows what to do. She strips, she straddles it. She could get caught, but she hasn't. It feels too good to stop.

TOPLESS TANNER

We stayed at a resort in Mazitlan, Mexico. It wasn't our first choice, but her parents were helping pay for the honeymoon as a wedding gift, so we weren't about to argue. We made the most of it, as you can see.

I was impressed that my new wife was open to tanning topless. Once she saw the European guests, she was like: why not? Por que no, verdad?

TIED

TAPED

SPRING BREAK!

One spring break I didn't have anywhere to go, so I called my old friend Kat in California. She said she and her roommate Emmy (yes, her name was Emmy, not Emily), didn't have plans either and maybe we could all hang out. Kat said that I'd like Emmy, that she was blonde and gorgeous, and smart.

I had reserved a room at a motel walking distance to the beach. It was supposed to have two queen beds, but of course like some sitcom, they had mixed up the reservation and we had a small room with one king bed. That's ok, the girls assured, flopping back on the bed. There'd be room for three, like a slumber party. I pulled out my flask and poured each of us a cocktail in a plastic motel cup with motel ice. "Dangerous," said Emmy, "isn't this how orgies start?" We all laughed. In my mind, I turned the scene over and over again. I'd never been in an orgy, and had no idea how they started. I wished I knew.

The first day we were all hanging out on the beach. We packed the plastic cups and bottle of wine. The girls laid back on the blanket after rubbing suntan lotion on each other. I couldn't believe I was so close, and yet so awkwardly distant. They seemed totally relaxed around each other. "I hate tanlines," said Emmy. "Me, too," said Kat. Emmy tugged down her bikini top, and then Kat followed. I sat there, stupid, check out both girls sunning essentially topless on a California beach. I'm pretty sure it wasn't legal, and that made it all the more bold, sexy.

When we got back to the motel room, Emmy went into the bathroom to take a shower. A few minutes later, Kat went in. A was left alone and feeling awkward as ever. I didn't know if a real party guy would have followed and somehow a 3-way shower scene would be sparked, or if, just being roommates, the girls were used to sharing a bathroom, and if I walked in, would have looked like an idiot. So, like an idiot, I snuck over close as I dared to the bathroom door and strained to listen. All I could hear was the shower spray. I pictured, of course, both girls in the shower together, making out and touching each other, muffling their orgasms into each other's shoulders.

They came out in towels. It was hard for me to hide my obvious erection, but I tried. I imagine they saw, they knew. They seemed to parade around the tiny motel room practically naked, as if just to tease me.

The girls wanted to go out. So they dressed up, heels and makeup and little black dresses. They spent about an hour in front of the mirror, while I sat on the bed, frustrated. We went to a nice dinner and ordered expensive food and drinks and laughed a lot, but all the while my mind was still on the image of them together in the shower. Then we went to a club, and danced. Or more accurately, the girls danced together, and I sipped cocktail after cocktail, feeling even more stupid. I had come to the conclusion that this spring break was the dumbest idea ever, and that I just wasn't the spring break guy to turn the situation into some sort of porn movie plot line.

By last call, the girls were danced out, and ready to leave, so we all headed back to the tiny motel room. We all sat on the big bed--the only place to sit in the room--and sipped the left-over wine. The girls were sweaty and gorgeous. I wished I knew how to make the move to kiss one. But which one? How does one start a three-way? Emmy asked me about my girlfriend, and I told her I was single, and the conversation turned to my sex life--or lack thereof. It was sort of embarrassing, but leading in the right direction. We were all getting a little drunk.

Emmy's questions were become like a truth or dare game, but without the dares. I wanted to turn the conversation that way, but didn't know how. We started talking about the most sexually daring things we'd done. Emmy confessed that she'd masturbated on a cross-atlantic flight, while two strangers on either side of her slept. That was a sexy image, and I knew Emmy had a wild side I just needed to figure out how to tap.

I asked Kat if she'd ever kissed another girl before. She first looked annoyed, but then glanced over at Emmy and cracked a smile. Her eyes sparkled. "Of course," she said.

I confessed that I'd never seen two girls, or had an orgy, or anything like that, but that it'd always been a life-long fantasy. "You've never seen two girls kiss?" said Emmy, incredulous. "Not even at a party or a club?"

I hadn't.

Emmy an Kat exchanged a coy drunken look. "Well?" asked Emmy. "Should we?" Kat grinned, swayed, and shrugged. The girls fell toward each other, almost knocking foreheads, but catching their balance, they locked into a soft, passionate french kiss. It was the gentlest kiss I'd ever witnessed. I was astonished.

When Emmy finally pulled away, Kat left her eyes closed. She looked in total bliss, her head swimming, her body turned on. "Is that what you wanted?" asked Emmy. I could only nod. "That was nice," sighed Kat.

"Is this how orgies start?" I asked, trying to make a joke reference. Emmy laughed. It was clear I was straining to be part of the scene. Emmy whisphered into Kat's ear. Kat nodded.

After the girls exchanged a long, private conversation, Kat turned to me and reported. "You can watch," said Kat. "But that's it. Watching only, no touching, no joining."

I was amazed, shocked, confused. It was not at all how I imagined such things would go.

Kat leaned a little closer to me. "Em thinks your sweet, but she's not into guys." Kat explained that Emmy was really turned on by the idea of being watched, and that it had been a fantasy of hers, but that she just didn't want a penis involved. She said I could watch from any angle, as long as I was off teh bed. Those are the ground rules

"Nothing personal," added Emmy.

I nodded, totally disappointed. But soon, the ground rules had been established and the room felt energized again. Kat leaned over to Emmy, and they resumed their kiss. Soon they leaned back onto the bed. They didn't tear off their dresses and go to it like a man would, but seemed to go slowly, softly, pulling down part of the fabric, nibbling on a breast. Touching, gliding hands over each other, exploring.

I watched Emmy slip down Kat's top and nipple on her small nipples. Kat had small breast, pointed into sharp tip that Emmy lapped, and flicked with her tongue. It made Kat writhe. She seemed to be having a series of small orgasms just from teh nipple stimulation, something I never could have imagined.

Kat pulled Emmy down onto her back, and then gently kissed her way between Emmy's legs. With her hips in the air, Kat's dress fell down, exposing her bare bottom. I so desperately wanted to reach out my hand and caress her bare cheeks, and the soft folds of glisten flesh between her legs. She was totally shaved, even her asshole. I wanted to dip my tongue into her soft skin, but I'd promised. She was intently lapping Emmy's labia. Both girls still had their crazy club heels on. Emmy closed her eyes as Kat's tongue burrowed inside her. She began to convulse as orgasm overtook her.

The girls never really stopped, but simply passed out. I turned off the lights and slipped into bed beside them. I totally wanted to feel them both up, to try my luck at starting a 3-way, but real life is not like porn. They were far too drunk, totally passed out, and as much as I desired Emmy, she wasn't into guys. I'd been given an amazing front seat to something real, something tender, and passionate, and very sexy. Frustrated as I was physically, mentally I knew I'd never have a spring break like that again. I knew it was better to relish what really happened, than to lie about what could have happened.