Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Working From Home Keeping Social Distance

Like so many around the world I'm working from home, staying home mostly (hunkering down), and keeping a six foot "social distance" if I do go out. I'm trying to keep up my spirits, but when I see shelves empty at the supermarket and people buying $600 worth of groceries at a time, hoarding toilet paper and hand sanitizer, I worry. Why can't people leave a little something on the shelf for those who may not have anything? And I hear gun and ammo sales are skyrocketing. What are people going to do? Protect their toilet paper?

If you are worried about having enough toiler paper, why don't you subscribe to home delivery of a newspaper? You will receive a new supply every day, have something to read on the potty, and thus, be better informed.

Since I am not going out and the weather is warm enough in the desert southwest, I'm working and padding around the house mostly naked. Why put on clothes when you don't have to? My close friends and neighbors are accustomed to me running about in just my skin, but I do keep a beach cover-up handy just in case the UPS guy appears on my doorstep.

Be safe out there and be well.

Monday, March 16, 2020

Recycle Monday

I was planning on going bottomless today to roll the recycle bin to the curb. But when I looked outside, there were four men working on a waterline across the street. I lost my nerve. But, still feeling naughty, I slipped on a tiny pair of shorts and a sheer top.  I rolled the bin to the street with a bounce in my step that made me jiggle. Yes, I preened way too much for the men, but they clearly enjoyed it. I waved and wished them a good morning (buenos dias) and strolled slowly back up the drive way to my casita.

Saturday, March 14, 2020

Just Open Up!


Here in the desert southwest we're hoping to contain the coronavirus by "social distancing." It makes a lot of sense to me, staying away from large crowds, closed spaces, and cancelling classes, public performances and the like.  And, I have always generally thought keeping a good sized space between you and people you don't know is a good idea. But that doesn't mean you can't gather with friends for a pizza and a glass of wine, dining alfresco in the cool spring air. I did this last night and opted for a snap front flannel shirt for a little warmth. But, the pizza joint had gas heaters out on the patio so it was warm and toasty. I mentioned that perhaps my shirt was too warm, so one of my friends who knows my occasionally exhibitionist ways, leaned over and unsnapped it for me. The rest of the evening was a delight feeling open and free and exposed. My friends liked it too.

Monday, March 9, 2020

Recycle Mondays

Recycle Mondays - I get my exhibitionist fix by rolling the recycle bin to the curb "bottomless" -- usually wearing just a t shirt or little top that leaves my nether regions exposed. Sometimes people see me, sometimes not. It gets my week off to an exciting start.

I would normally post an edited photo on Facebook (for their prudish censors), but since I'm banned from posting there for 30 days, I'm posting an uncensored photo here of what I wore today.

Sunday, March 8, 2020

Spanked by Facebook Again

Yes, Facebook has banned me from posting or commenting for 30 days. I receive a popup when I try that tells me I have violated "Community Standards" 13 times, so they are punishing me. One of my violations was writing "Americans are stupid" in a comment. Facebook said it was "hate speech." Other "violations" are subtle naughty photos that push the envelop a little: a bit of nipple or a slight peek at my girl bits -- only slight. Americans at Facebook are prudes. Anyway, that's the news.

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

On Deck!


In the summer of 2008, a girlfriend and I got jobs on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean. My dad had connections in the music industry and helped me land the gig.
In the late evenings, after performances, dances and such when most of the passengers were passed out in their cabins, the production cast or “performers,” would sneak to a closed bar on an open deck and party. We’d drink, sing, dance, tell stories and just gaze up at the stars. It was especially nice if the ship was steaming overnight to the next port.

One warm summer night, I was partying with a guest band that had joined the cruise in Athens for a week going to the popular Greek Islands – Mykonos, Santorini, Rhodes, Crete. The band played rock, pop, and, of course, a few Greek tunes so people could try to learn the Zorba dance.

The drummer of the band, a dark and handsome Brit/Indian guy, took an immediate interest in me. I think my red hair and the painfully girly sundress I was wearing had something to do with it. We flirted through the evening, drinking, flirting, dancing until quite late. By the time everyone switched from Ouzo to bottled water to rehydrate and prevent hangovers, only a few of us were at a table, laughing and talking. My drummer stood up, said good night to all, and simply held his hand out to me. I took it and followed him.

He led up to one of the very top decks of the ship, where the “adult” pool was. It was completely deserted, closed until dawn. He found a few chaise mats and laid them on the deck making a futon like a nest for us. He kissed me, teased me, and fondled me. And I kissed and teased fondled right back. We moved slowly, both lulled by a little too much Ouzo and the lateness of the hour. I felt him turn me over and pull my tush up as well as the skirt of my sundress. He didn’t undress me, but pulled my panties off, teased me into the doggie position, and slipped inside me.

He was a firm, but gentle, and just aggressive enough lover, to own my body for that time. I was in heaven! Being made love to (well, okay being fucked) under the stars on a ship in the Greek Islands by a dashing and mysterious musician I had just met! What could possibly be better?

I found out. As I was settling, my body accommodating my lover’s thrusts, I looked about the pool area. All around us, under the sun-screens that made shade during the day, were deck chairs, small tables and such. Seated on the deck, hidden between the chairs and chaise loungers, were about 10 members of ship’s crew -- watching us! They were smiling, nodding approval I think, and some of their bright eyes connected to mine.

What could I do? I darn sure didn’t want to stop – god, my drummer felt so good inside me. So, I smiled back at the crew, looking right at them, letting them know I liked them watching us. And that sent me over the moon! I totally lost control. I had not before, nor since, experienced an orgasm quite like I did that night in my little sundress.

Afterward, during a little aftercare and cuddling, the crew silently slipped away below decks. Over the next few days, when I would encounter certain crew members, I would be greeted with huge smiles and bright eyes. So, I pretty much could tell who was watching that night. And, you know, I grinned right back, as happy as I have ever been.