Snow and the Tulip Shorts

Over on Facebook I briefly told the story of meeting a lovely older woman with snowy white hair while hiking in my local desert park. She introduced me to "harem pants" that are cut and sewn so that the crotch is open and airy while appearing  normal.

The woman, who I have nicknamed "Snow," taught me how to make the pants with an easy pattern on my sewing machine. They are amazingly comfy and, for me, wildly erotic as I thrill in the exposure they afford by pulling the fabric ever-so-slightly aside. Snow wears her pants with panties. I don't!

This week it occurred to me that I could make a pair of shorts using the same pattern by simply cutting the pattern short and using a "tulip cut" on the front. After some trial and error, the shorts came together nicely. The tulip cut perfectly hid the fact that the shorts were open and airy. Wearing them is deliciously naughty.

 

I gave a pair to Snow during a walk together as a thank you for teaching me how to make the pants, and now, the shorts. She was delighted and said she would give them a try

 

This morning, on a sunrise walk together, she wore the shorts. She is so lithe and fit, the little shorts hugged her narrow hips and accented her aged and deeply tanned legs. Posing happily, like a young runway model, she turned and locked eyes with me, "Sparks, you are such a bad influence on me!" At that, she pulled one side of the shorts away exposing a delightfully trimmed tuft of snow-white hair.

I admit, I squealed like a little girl and laughed, remembering that when we met, I teased her by pulling up a short t-shirt I often wear, bottomless, while walking in the park.

I quickly flashed my little red patch in return as we both giggled at our exhibitionist antics. And then, we walked and talked of many things. I'll share more about Snow another time.

The See-Through or "Nakie" Walk in Europe

I've written in this blog several times: Americans are prudes. Seldom do we hear or read about Americans having fun being naughty by going partially clothed or nude just for the fun of it. The occasional nude bicycle ride, rainbow or country fair, Burning Man and pant-less subway riding are rare examples of us having fun showing off our bodies.

In Europe, in the more sophisticated cities like Paris, Nice, Amsterdam, Vienna, Florence, and Venice, girls and guys both can pop about wearing see-through clothing, flashing panties or skin, or even going completely nude (I like to say "nakie") just for the fun of it.

Before COVID-19, when I was shooting travel videos for a major tour operator, during my hours off, I would sometimes sneak away with a member of our tour group who shared my sense of adventure and who was, perhaps, a bit naughty, like me. I know most of the more bohemian or liberal neighborhoods and sites in many cities and would take my fellow adventurer to visit them with the intent of doing a "nakie walk." My sidekick would carry a large DSLR camera with the largest lens we could find. He or she would photograph me in various outfits or nakie as we toured the streets. Europeans simply enjoyed our antics as public nudity - as in a photo shoot - is not a big deal.

Of course, if anything went sideways, as in a guy following us or being caught by a policeman without a sense of humor, we were prepared to run like hell to a predetermined safe place. And we did, a couple of times. Most of the time, my exposure was greeted with smiles, laughter, and the occasional request for a shared selfie!

Here are some examples of the kind of photos we took. No, I'm not posting my photos because sure as shootin', some of my students would find them. Besides, often the huge DSLR didn't have a memory card in it. Safety, you know?

 

Facebook Not Allowing Even Clothed Images of Juggalettes

 For Maya Monday over on Facebook. The clothed photos were rejected by Facebook. The nude ones I planned to post here anyway. Enjoy!

Feeling naughty before a river trip

My Arroyo (again)

In the past few weeks, I have spent many, many mornings walking in my special arroyo in a nearby desert park. I call it my special arroyo because I thought for a long time that no one visited it but me, Jeep Girl, and Trouble. I was wrong. It has other visitors who, like me, cover their tracks well. But, they leave wonderful objects, hidden cleverly, among the crags and crannies of unique rock outcroppings.

I discovered these unique treasures as I explored new possibilities for entry and exit to the arroyo from different directions with no paths to give them away. So do at least three others from what I can tell, although, I have yet to encounter another person there except an old cowboy that I have written about in this blog. I don’t think he is one of the three.

Why do I think three people? Each leaves behind different artifacts to indicate their presence.

One person has created a miniature gnome village among the cracks of a rock outcropping. In a large crack adjacent to the village, much lower, is a mermaid village. These are all tiny figures and objects, but they are not too faded by the sun yet, so I know it is recent.

I believe several persons are responsible for painted rounded desert rocks with simple messages of peace and love and greetings like Happy Mother’s Day that have been placed in odd, but not difficult to find places – if you look very carefully.

And finally, I found a geocache object. It is a surplus metal ammo box with a geocache log and a few objects left by geocachers who have located it.

I don’t mind sharing my arroyo with the clever folk who have seemingly been there with me all along. Yet, I have to wonder if they have seen me, secretly, as I have walked there.  Have they seen me sunbathing – sometimes nude -- on my flat table rock?  Has someone watched me and Jeep Girl during our infrequent naughty moments on a unique rock that begs women to use it?

Honestly, I think probably none of the above has happened. But someday, it could. Someday, I may discover who shares my arroyo and, I hope, meet them. I just hope I have clothes on at the time!

Of Festivals and Freedom

This morning, on a walk to our secret arroyo, my dear friend “Jeep Girl” mentioned how much she misses music and arts festivals. We talked about how COVID-19 has robbed us all of these wonderful social events, from the flower child vibe of the Oregon Country Fair to the redneck ramble of Country Thunder. While some events like these are considering re-opening this summer, the danger of these becoming super-spreader venues is still very real.

Angry, we are, that many Americans are resisting the vaccines and still objecting to wearing masks indoors, even, and especially, in areas with high infection rates. We railed at the fact that the majority of vaccine resisters are Republicans. The Washington Post reports that more than half of U.S. adults have received at least one dose of the coronavirus vaccine, more the 40 percent of Republicans have consistently told reporters they’re not planning to be vaccinated – a group that could threaten the effort to tamp down the virus’s spread. Their selfishness ignores the public good, the public health, and threatens my freedom to "festival!"

So there we are. We’re doing better fighting the virus here in the U.S., but, opening the festivals again is simply too dangerous right now. And that makes me sad. I miss the music, the art, the excitement, and, yes, taking my top off or just going nude with like-minded, happy, peaceful people. “Jeep Girl” does too.

So when we got to our special arroyo early this morning, we slipped off our clothes and enjoyed just being naked together in the early morning sun.

 

Low-rise Clutter

Have been indulging my low-rise jeans fetish lately during short walks in the nearby desert park. Here's a photo not safe for Facebook.