The River

The sun was setting, creeping down the rim of a side canyon across the river. It allowed a wedge of sunshine on the sandbar that was otherwise already in canyon shade. In my little slice of heavenly light, sitting in a small mesh river chair, the fading blast of the sun’s heat bathed my body in delicious warmth. I had just showered in about a quart of water from a handheld solar shower. Exposing my body directly to the last sunlight dried me quickly and left me feeling warm and toasty and randy. I desperately wanted to touch myself.

Precious moments on the river like this are part of my camp routine. Sometime between rigging the boats, setting up camp, cooking duties, camp games, campfires, and storytelling, I find moments to be with the canyon, the sky, the stars, and myself, nude. There is a peace to be found, away from the passengers, listening to the sounds of the river and wind, an occasional bird, or a jumping fish -- just me among the stone of the canyon and the freedom of the sky. My anxiety, my fear, the agitation of my spirit flow out of me. When it is gone, as a well-known litany of fears says, only I remain.

Cory, one of the 12 participants in our six-day river adventure, drags a river chair over to share my little patch of sun. She’s maybe 30, not quite as petite as I, and a well-muscled triathlete. She isn’t pretty in a girly sense, but her long dark hair and androgenous features fascinate me. I was drawn to her from the moment I saw her at the welcome dinner the night before our trip launch.

Cory plopped her chair down in the last of the sun next to me, sat down, and shivered. The one-piece swimsuit she wore was still wet. She tried drying the suit with a camp towel. She didn’t react to my nudity.

“I should have taken my swimsuit off for the shower,” she said.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

“Peer pressure. None of the other girls were getting naked,” she replied.

“Shower nude tomorrow. The others will follow,” I offered. Then, I couldn’t resist. “You can take it off now,” I said, smiling innocently.

What a quizzical look came over her face. She hesitated only slightly, then shed her suit and quickly dried herself before sitting, nude like me, in the warm sunlight.

“Better,” she said, “thanks.”

The sun lasted another ten minutes or so. We soaked up the last of the sun’s glow together, naked as when we were born. It was just enough time for us to connect. Cory and I were definitely on the same wavelength.

With the sun below the canyon walls, it was time for me to help prepare dinner with my trip leader and get our passengers organized for the evening activities. Cory and I walked back to camp together, attracting curious looks and smiles as we found our campsites and got dressed.

 

 

 

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Donut Shop Run!

 

 

I rolled out of bed early this morning as “horny as a ten-peckered owl,” and hungry for … donuts! Feeling feisty and more than a little naughty, I quickly brushed my hair and slipped on a tiny tank dress that I usually wear over a swimsuit. I thought about panties, but noooooo, not today! I drove to the donut shop, strutted in, and unabashedly flashed the shop owner and, oops, omg, unintentionally, two policemen. Ordering three glazed donuts and a light roast coffee to go seemed to take forever as I attempted to keep the hem of my tank top low enough for a modicum of decency. As I left the shop, the owner shouted, “Thanks, Miss, come again!” The cops watched me go, both chuckling and nodding approval. What a rush! When I got home, I enjoyed the best donuts and coffee ever!

Short Dress Surprise

 From my post in Facebook. Some friends who have left Facebook asked me to post this here.

 

 

I went shopping early this morning to beat the 105° heat. Since I was just getting a few groceries and produce at the fresh market, I threw on a super short little cotton dress.

As I was filling my grocery cart, my phone rang. It was my dentist’s office asking if I had forgotten my appointment. Yikes! I had forgotten it because I didn’t add it to my iPhone calendar. I started apologizing, but the receptionist was way ahead of me: my hygienist had an opening now to come right over. “On my way,” I said.

When I arrived at the office, I was ushered straight to a dentist’s chair for my cleaning. Sitting, I immediately regretted my choice of dress. It was so short, in the specialized chair, my lady bits were exposed entirely! I hadn’t bothered with any underwear for the short jaunt to market.

I was panicking, desperately looking for something to cover myself, when I felt my hygienist’s hand on my shoulder. She leaned toward me, whispering, “No worries, I got this.” At which she produced two dentists’ bibs and arranged them over my exposed kitty, securing them with the built-in little Velcro strips.
I was embarrassed, as I finally made eye contact with her. She smiled, a little coyly, and asked, “Is that dress for me, or do you have a date later?”

The cleaning went very well, and we talked as much as possible during a dental cleaning. As she completed a reminder card for my next appointment, she added her personal phone number, drew a little heart, and wrote, “Call me.”  

I shall do that.

Girls Kissing Girls

 I found this .gif for Pride Month. Am unsure if it is appropriate. Your thoughts?

Happy Pride Month 2025

 My favorite photos from Montreal Pride a few years ago. 

 

 Happy Valentine's Day!

Photo removed by me. I hope those who wanted it downloaded a copy!