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Thursday - More Workouts and More Plans 
---------------------------------------
The next morning I woke up as usual and headed down to the Y
for workouts. As I neared the locker rooms, I saw Ethan and
Caitlin enter what used to be Men's, with three more girls
and two naked guys right behind them. No one seemed to be
using the former Women's room, however, so with some
trepidation, that's where I went.

Inside, the former Women's room wasn't much different from
the former Men's. Of course there were no urinals, but the
tiles, lockers, and benches were the same. The showers had
partitions rather than being open.

As usual I took a basket, unrolled my towel, and began
changing into my suit. Then, an unusually tall girl parked
beside me and began removing her clothes. I'd seen her
practicing but we'd never spoken.

"I don't think I've seen you in here before," she remarked.
There I stood in my underwear, looking straight ahead and
eye-to-eye with her. She was fully 6' 2".

It took all my will power not to panic. I mean, there I was,
caught in the Women's locker room! But somehow I managed to
avoid turning beet red. Finally, I managed to stammer, "It
was getting weird in the other room."

"You mean boys and girls changing together? It goes on over
here as well," she replied casually. She had a gorgeous face
and silky auburn hair, much longer than most swimmers.
Without fanfare she removed her blouse and shorts.

"Lately, they've been doing a lot more than change clothes,"
I explained. By now, she was removing her bra and looking me
straight in the eye. "Uh, hi, my name is Adam Jonson, by the
way. I go to Bald Mountain."

"Hi, Adam, I'm Heather Quinn. I swim for Outer Midlands High
School. I think I've seen you at some of the meets."
Casually she dropped her panties and tossed them into her
basket. "Are you going to finished getting undressed?"

"Uh, yeah," I replied. Then, I turned a little away from her
and dropped my shorts. "Are you putting on a suit?"

"I haven't decided," Heather replied. "Do you think I
should?"

"I wish everybody still wore a suit. Seeing naked people, or
worse yet, being naked, just embarrasses me. I guess that
makes me a wimp."

"Well, to tell you truth, it bothers me a bit, too," she
responded, still completely naked and showing no signs of
stress. "I brought a suit just in case, so I guess I'll wear
it. Is this your suit? And are you going to take off your
underwear?"

"Uh, yeah." This was getting weird but somehow I got my
boxers off and tossed them in my basket. "Can I have my suit
now?"

"Here, let me help you with it," Heather offered. Then, she
sat on the changing bench, spread her fingers inside my
suit, and held the waistband open for me.

"You want to dress me?"

"Sure, why not? You're the one who wants to wear a suit. And
this is the only way I'm giving it to you."

I tried stepping into one leg hole and wobbled. Then, to
make natters worse, two more tall girls entered the room:
one blonde and clothed, the other brunette and naked. And of
course, they took an immediate interest in watching Heather
dress me.

"Hold my shoulders," Heather instructed. "And say hello to
Ginger and Jasmine. They swim for Outer Midlands, too. Oh,
and we all play volleyball. We're actually better at
volleyball"

"I'm Jasmine," said the blonde with clothes.

"That makes me Ginger," explained the naked brunette.

Somehow, after steadying myself, I got one leg through the
hole. But with Heather seated and leaning forward, her face
was only inches from my dick! And with each passing moment,
my dick was getting closer!"

"He has a nice one, don't you think?" observed the naked
Ginger.

"How does it feel?" Jasmine wanted to know. Stripping
rapidly, she was moments away from being naked herself.

Embarrassing as hell, I wanted to say, but then Heather
began sliding one finger of her free hand up and down my
member. "He feels nice," she observed. "Nice and hard and
smooth."

"Can I try?" asked Jasmine.

"Sure," Heather replied, serving up my cock by lifting it
from beneath. Jasmine copped a feel.

"Can we finish this?" I asked with some anxiety.

Heather continued stroking me. "What do you say, girls?" she
asked.

"Never on the first date," Ginger replied.

"Bad luck, Adam; it's time for the other leg and no, not the
middle one," Heather proclaimed. Somehow I got my other leg
through the hole, then all three girls joined in pulling my
suit up. Thank goodness it wasn't on backwards; we'd have
been forced to repeat the procedure.

"Is that comfy, Adam, or should we help you with that third
leg?" Jasmine wanted to know. She was completely naked now.
I was speechless.

"No, me next," Heather urged, handing me her suit.

I was dumbfounded. I was frozen. I was feeling the inside of
a girl's swimsuit. A very thin lycra suit that weighed at
most a few ounces. With bra supports.

"Uh, OK," I stammered. Then I stuck both hands inside the
suit and held it open for her.

This time, it was Heather standing and me seated. As she
stepped one leg into her suit, there was no way to avoid
seeing and smelling her pussy. Unlike most swimmers, she had
pubic hair. Not much, but enough for effect. Her scent was
powerful and exotic. I almost reached out to touch her as
she'd touched me, but she stopped me by stepping into the
other leg hole. Her legs were fantastic: long, thin, well
muscled, and smooth. Very smooth.

"Well, pull up the straps," Heather commanded me. So I stood
and pulled one strap over each shoulder.

"That's not comfy," she complained. "Arrange me."

"Where?"

"My tits. The suit is pinching them."

This couldn't be happening. But somehow, I slipped one hand
inside her left cup and used the other to relax the fabric.
Her breast was extremely firm, much as I supposed Vivian's
to be, and much like those of other female athletes.
Eventually, the fit seemed satisfactory, so I repeated the
procedure on her other side.

"Now me," said Ginger, the one who'd walked in naked.

"Where's your suit?" I asked, wondering if this was a trick
question.

"I'll get it," she replied, then she sauntered over to a
rental basket.

"What about you, Jasmine? Do you need help with your suit as
well?"

"No, I didn't bring one. My loss, unless you want to
pretend. Or loan me yours."

"I'm kind of in a hurry to start my laps," I sputtered.

"Lapping on the first date isn't my style," she shot back.
"But you're fast for a swim guy, aren't you? Oh, here's
Ginger." And suddenly, my head was inside a girl's bathing
suit! The business end!

Dutifully and carefully I pulled the suit off my head and
held it open for Ginger. She, however, stood with her back
to me. This meant that that I had to rotate her suit 180
degrees and reach around her to hold it. But more
significantly it meant that my face was rubbing her butt!

"That's good, but could you not breathe so heavily?" Ginger
asked. "I feel a strange draft."

"I'll try," I promised but the situation inside my suit was
getting desperate. I'm not sure what was erotic about having
my chin in some girl's butt crack but there it was. Oh yeah,
it certainly was!

Eventually Ginger got her legs through the proper openings
and I pulled up her suit. At that point, I couldn't resist
feeling her hips and dragging my fingertips up her sides.
Then I hooked her shoulder straps and adjusted her bra cups.
And adjusted them. And adjusted them. And adjusted them.
Like Heather's, they were firm as footballs but I was
starting to view that in a more positive manner.

Ginger, meanwhile, had started rocking her butt across my
hips. OK, across my cock. Heather and Jasmine seemed amused
at this, and began massaging my shoulders and butt.

The tension inside my suit grew and grew. Oh baby, did it
grow! Ginger writhed against me harder and harder, then
Heather worked her hand inside my suit and it was all over.
All over me; all over my suit; all over Ginger; and all over
Ginger's suit. I was weak. I was ashamed. I was afraid. I
was in heaven.

"Hey, no stopping," Ginger objected. "I'm still not comfy."
Then she turned around and put my hand over her mons.
"Here," she instructed.

At that point I was so gone it didn't matter. I sat on the
changing bench, stretched the fabric of Ginger's suit
downward, and turned her sideways. Then, I worked opened the
leg hole and probed inside. I was certainly no expert at
pussies, but I was pretty sure they weren't as warm and
juicy as Ginger's all the time. Slowly and carefully, with
my eyes closed, I began exploring her sex.

"Not there, higher," Ginger instructed. "Yeah, there. No,
deeper. Not so hard. Yes. Faster. Slower. That's it. That's
it. That's it! That's it! Oh!" she screamed, or words to
that effect. She garbled the last part. She stiffened. She
shook. She screamed. The echo reverberated throughout the
room. By the time she quieted down, she'd drawn a
considerable audience (considerable, that is, for 7:00 AM on
a Thursday morning at the Y). They applauded, though I
wasn't sure for whom. I pretty much kept to myself.

"What do you think?" Heather asked Jasmine.

"I'd give him a five point six," Jasmine replied.

"No, I mean, do we want next?"

"Naw, we better swim some laps. That's what we came for."

"This suit is ruined," Ginger observed truthfully. The back
was stained with semen and the front with pussy juice.
Ginger stepped out of the suit, threw it in the trash, and
remarked, "Well, it was on its last legs anyway. Let's go."

With that, the three volleyball players and one swimsuit
left the locker room and began their laps. Their audience
left as well, leaving me sitting on the changing bench with
slop on my hands, slop on my thighs, and slop in my suit. I
couldn't believe what had just happened, and what I'd just
done. I was ashamed more than anything else. But I still
needed to do my laps.

After a few moments reflection (and a quick check that no
one was watching) I dashed to the shower and washed myself
down. Frantically, I pulled off my suit, washed my dick, and
gave the suit a good rinse. When I put the suit back on, it
was wet - and therefore a uniform color - all over.

I was expecting more cheers and jeers when I entered the
pool area, but everyone was busy with their workouts. So, I
launched myself into the water and began my routine.

The water was just what I needed. Methodically I swam my
laps, concentrating entirely on my movements, my breathing,
my poise, and the flow of water around me. I barely knew
anyone else was there or, for that matter, that the rest of
the world existed. I was in my zone. It was great.

When the set was over I grabbed a towel and headed to the
bleachers for a rest. I was sitting sideways, staring at the
wall when Ginger came and sat beside me.

"I hope we didn't go too far with that," she began.

"Waddya mean?"

"Well, us girls were just goofing around, you know, just
having fun. I hope you don't feel bad about it. Are you
going to look at me?"

Of course, I knew she'd still be naked. But I kept my eyes
level and turned to see her face. She was quite attractive,
actually, especially all wet. It made her hair look sleek,
and it accentuated her nose and cheeks.

"No, it's OK. That was my first time in, uh, that locker
room. Is this sort of thing typical in there?"

"No, guys hardly ever use that room. I mean, it doesn't make
any difference any more; there's no such thing as Men's and
Women's. But most guys still go to the locker room that used
to be theirs. What made you switch, by the way? Do you mind
my asking?"

"Well, this is going to sound stupid, but there was too much
funny business going on over there," I explained.

"Didn't work, huh? Do you always stare into a girl's eyes
like that?"

"No, it's just that I don't know where else to look. I don't
want to get caught looking where I shouldn't."

"What's your name? Adam?"

"Yes."

"Adam, you've already seen and touched pretty much all there
is. If you want to look again, look. I don't mind looking at
you, either. You're quite a hunk, you know."

"Yeah, people tell me that occasionally. I just work on my
swimming, that's all." The pool water glistening on her tits
gave them a certain radiance.

"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see
me?" Ginger asked.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Sorry? About what?" Then she moved closer to me, so our
legs were touching. Our smooth, wet, slippery legs.

"Well, I mean, about making myself, uh, obvious."

"Obvious? I'm the one who's walking around naked, Adam. If
anyone should feel obvious, it's me."

"So, do you?"

"Well, yeah, this is pretty new for me. If it weren't for
this naked rule about volleyball, I probably wouldn't do it
and we wouldn't be having this conversation. But since I do
have to walk around naked, I expect to get reactions from
guys. It would be depressing if I didn't. Anyway, won't you
be competing naked yourself?"

"That's what they tell me."

"What about practice? We have to be naked for practice as
well."

"Same here."

"So, what's with the suit? Are you shy?"

"Yeah, I guess. I just grew up always wearing clothes, you
know? Everybody in my family wore clothes, everybody in my
school, everybody in church. People even wore clothes on
television, at least until recently."

"Well, I hope you get past this, Adam. I can see you're a
great swimmer. It would be a shame if a little thing like a
swimsuit kept you out of competition. Anyway, I hope you're
not angry with us for what happened in the locker room."

"No, it's OK. It was going to happen sometime, I guess."

"What? Adam, was that the first time for you?"

"Uh, with a girl."

"Are you gay, then?"

"No."

"Oh. Ohmigosh. Oh, Adam, I'm sorry. Are you sure it's OK?"

"Yeah, it was kind of tense for me, but it was fun, too.
Thank you."

"You wanna do it again?"

"Not today, that's for sure."

"OK, that's fine. Can I give you my number anyway?"

"My PDA is in my locker basket."

"Well, let's go in the locker room and exchange numbers
then. I'll give you Heather's and Jasmine's too. The three
of us always hang around together, and none of us are
exclusive with guys."

"OK, but no funny business this time."

Ginger promised everything would be up and up, which I
presumed to mean nothing arousing would happen. And it
didn't. Until after we'd exchanged numbers and she gave me a
big hug. But that was only for a moment, then we each headed
back to the pool for another set. A small crowd had gathered
around the locker room door, but we just passed them by.

                          * * * * *
                              
The three girls worked out for another forty-five minutes,
then packed up and headed wherever they were going for the
day. I swam until pool time was up, and was therefore one of
the last to leave. I had the locker room to myself except
for some guy and his girlfriend showering together in the
last stall. I left quietly, taking time only to read a
notice someone had posted on both sides of the locker room
door.

                          ATTENTION
                              
     Both locker rooms at the YPCA will be closed for
     renovation starting Friday before Labor Day. This
     is to remove the wall which currently divides the
     locker room in half, and to implement a new floor
     plan.
     
     Please remove all personal items, including those
     stored in rental baskets, by closing time
     Thursday.
     
     Members who wear clothing during Y activities, or
     while traveling to or from the Y, may change in
     the hallway, the parking lot, or regular activity
     areas.
     
Fortunately, I thought, school was about to start and the
new gym would have its own pool. But I did clear out my
rental basket.

I was on my way home when my PDA announced a call from Dan.
I told it to accept the call using the car speakers.

"Adam, it's Dan," he began. Of course, I knew that, but some
customs never change. And anyway, using the car speakers
disabled the incoming video, so I wouldn't be distracted
from the road.

"What's up?"

"I was hoping you could show up early today. We've been
getting low output from our hydrogen still and I want to
make sure we have enough fuel for the trip Friday."

I'd become somewhat of an expert on hydrogen stills the
previous summer, when I worked as a helper for my uncle's
still company. At least, I knew more than Dan did.

"How's fifteen or twenty minutes?" I asked.

"Great. See you then, then," he replied, and then he closed
the connection.

Not ten seconds later, the PDA announced a call from
Heather. I told the PDA to accept that one, too.

"Dan, it's Heather," she began. "I was just talking with
Ginger. I'm really sorry if we freaked you out."

"It's OK," I replied.

"No, I mean, we thought you came in that locker room to mess
around. And now it seems you came there because you didn't
want to mess around."

"That's OK, Heather. I guess it's going to start happening
everywhere."

"Well, thanks, but I'm still sorry. Hey look, are you doing
anything this weekend?"

"I'm going up to Dhrystone Lake with some friends."

"That's fantastic! So are we! Jasmine's family has a summer
house and a boat. Maybe we could meet up!"

"Maybe, but I'm supposed to be with my friends."

"OK, well, anyway, I'm going to send you the comm number and
address of Jasmine's summer house. Is that OK?"

"Sure. Look, thanks for calling. Yeah, I'm doing fine. No, I
don't hate you. Or Ginger. Or Jasmine. Maybe some other
time. OK, goodbye. Uh huh. OK, goodbye. Bye. I have to
disconnect. Yes. Bye." And then I hit the Disconnect button.

The message with Jasmine's contact information arrived a
minute later. So, at the next red light, I looked up the
address and number of Dan's cottage and sent it to Heather.
I wasn't sure I liked doing that, but fair is fair.

The problem with Dan's hydrogen still turned out to be a
dirty filter. That happens a lot. Hydrogen stills are simple
devices that require very little maintenance - so little
that people forget about it. But after a while, efficiency
drops and you don't get enough hydrogen for the fuel cells
that run your house and car. Any why buy hydrogen from the
energy companies when solar power is free?

Teah and Nadia showed up almost exactly on time, just a few
minutes apart. Teah was wearing a camisole top and shorts;
Nadia had a blue plaid skirt, red nipple shields, and her
white purse. I tossed my shirt into my car.

Ben, as usual, was about twenty minutes late. Like Dan, he
made a fashion statement out of a t-shirt and floppy shorts.
After some hellos, we went inside. Dan put a bowl of chips
on the kitchen table and everyone made sandwiches at the
kitchen counter.

Dan actually started the meeting. "Well, I guess the plan is
to leave tomorrow morning, after rush hour, and get to the
cottage in the afternoon. That'll beat most of the traffic
driving up. Then on Monday, we'll leave around noon and get
home before dark. Is that OK for everyone?"

There were no objections, but Ben asked who was driving.

"I'll have to drive the SUV," Dan answered. "We'll need the
trailer hitch and four wheel drive to get the boat in and
out of the water."

"Is the SUV big enough for all of us?" Teah wondered. "It'd
be more fun with everyone in the same car."

"Are we talking about five passengers or six?" Dan asked.

"Five," said Ben, talking with his mouth full. Then he
swallowed. "I asked a few girls but they all had family
events they were supposed to attend. You know, weenie roast
with grandpa, that sort of thing."

"If you have space, I'm sure my cousin would like to come
along," Nadia volunteered. "When I told her what we were
doing, she seemed very interested."

"Is she OK?" Teah asked.

"Oh yeah, we have lots of fun together," Nadia reassured
her. "She the same age as me. And this is a group event,
right?"

"Well, Teah and I are together, but yeah, it's mostly about
all of us hanging around together," said Dan. "Is your
cousin a good swimmer? That's important around the lake, you
know."

"Like a fish."

"Shall we call it six, then?"

Everyone agreed, then Teah asked Dan if the SUV could hold
six people.

"Yes, but it's a little tight," he replied. "We'll have to
sit three people in front and three people in back, and
there won't be much luggage space. Either everyone travels
light or we take two cars. What's it going to be?"

Everyone agreed to travel light, meaning one suitcase or
duffel bag per person.

"What about food?" Nadia asked.

"Don't bring any, unless you want some water or whatever for
the trip," Dan advised. "We don't have room for anything
else. Once we're at the lake, we can eat out or go to the
grocery store. I know some places."

"What about activities? Do we need to bring anything?" Nadia
asked.

"We can go to the beach, which is about a half a mile away,
or go boat riding, or water skiing, or hiking, or we can go
into Precipice Flats. That's the nearest town. It has
restaurants and shops and stuff. Or we can just hang around
the cottage, swim off the dock, and play badminton.
Everything is casual, and you don't need to bring any
equipment. Anything else?"

"What time?" I asked.

"How about nine o'clock?" Dan suggested. But at this, Ben
groaned and Teah rolled her eyes. And I mentioned my
doctor's appointment.

"OK, how about ten o'clock?" Dan proposed, and this worked
for everyone.

When we'd all finished eating, we got up and wandered
outside. Ben had to go to work, and Teah had shopping to do.
Nadia seemed anxious to go as well, so Dan said goodbye and
went inside.

"Are you sure you're OK with Ben and Teah?" I asked Nadia.

"Yes, I keep telling you that's over," she said. "This is
just the first time I've done anything like this."

"You never took a weekend trip?"

"Oh sure, with my family, but never with people my own age.
I think this is going to be great, Adam. Thanks for letting
me in."

"Are you sure about your cousin?" I asked.

"Oh yes, she's going to love it. And I'm sure everyone will
like her. She's really vivacious."

"That's a strange word."

"What, vivacious? It means energetic and full of life."

"I know, but it's not a word people use every day. Sorry, I
shouldn't have mentioned it. Will you forgive me?"

In response she hugged me and puckered up for a kiss. So I
picked her up, set her on the door step, and kissed her
back. The texture of her naked back was tantalizing, and the
press of her nipple shields was exotic. I felt one of her
hands on my back, and the other slowly working its way from
my butt to my crotch. It shocked me when her tongue met
mine, but I quickly learned to enjoy. I worked one hand
under her skirt and gently touched her commando butt. Then,
her PDA made a noise and Nadia loosened her grip.

"I'm supposed to be at the hospital in twenty minutes," she
explained. "But I guarantee you, this weekend trip is going
to be a good one. See you tomorrow, OK?"

"Yeah, tomorrow. Hey look, I hope I didn't do anything just
now that I shouldn't have."

"If you want to apologize, Adam, make it for what you didn't
do. See you tomorrow." And with that, she got in her car,
did something with a tissue, and drove away.

I stood there for a few moment, then Dan came out of the
house. "Looks like you're getting along pretty well with old
Nadia, Adam," he remarked.

"Are you OK with her and me?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, it's been like two years since I dated Nadia. And
she's changed a lot. I don't know how much of that is
strictly from The Program, but she's changed, that's for
sure. And I'm with Teah now, so whatever you two want to do,
that's fine with me."

"She mentioned something about you having a piercing. Is
that right?"

"Don't go there, Adam. It's not something I just flaunt
around. Just take my advice and think carefully about
anything that girl wants you to do. Hey, I gotta go to the
store for some stuff. Thanks for dropping by, eh? Good luck
with Nadia, but I gotta run." And with that, he jumped in
his car and drove away.

                          * * * * *
                              
Something curious was going on with Nadia or her cousin, but
for the life of me I couldn't figure out what. So, I put on
my shirt, got in the car, and drove home to pack.

Effie and Jeffie were sitting naked on the living room
floor, chatting with another pair of naked twins named
Brandy and Randy. Like Effie and Jeffie, these twins were
virtually identical except for their sex organs. I watched
them both for a few moments, then Jeffie threw me a look and
I went upstairs to my room.

Finding a duffel bag was no problem, but deciding which
clothes to pack was a larger issue. I picked out a couple of
swimsuits, a couple pairs of shorts, a few t-shirts, and
some jeans and a windbreaker in case it got chilly. When it
came to underwear and socks, however, I was critically
short. Fortunately, this was an easy problem; I scooped up
my pile of dirty stuff, carried it downstairs, and popped it
in the washer. I did weights until the load finished, then
threw it in the washer.

The four twins had gone outside by then, so I snapped on the
TV and looked for a movie. Eventually I found a science
fiction flick so old that even the captain's assistant and
the alien women wore clothes. The plot was trite but oh
well.

Mom got home from work at five o'clock and found me in the
living room. I guess I jumped when I looked up and saw her
standing naked in the entryway.

"Adam, is everything OK?"

"Uh, yeah, you just surprised me, that's all." I clicked the
Pause button and locked onto her eyes.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about?"

"Not just now, Mom. In fact, not at all. Did you have a good
day?" Running around naked, I silently added.

"Three day weekends are always busy, Adam. I've got buyers
anxious to close and sellers eager to unload. I'll be
working long hours all weekend. You're going to be at the
lake and Dad's going to be flying. I wonder sometimes if our
family is growing up or just thinning out. Where are the
twins?"

"They were with Brandy and Randy. Didn't you see them
outside?"

"No, they must have gone somewhere."

"Were they naked?"

"Yeah, all four of them. All day."

"I'm not surprised, really. I just hope they're OK, and that
they'll call. Well, I better start dinner."

"Are you going to get dressed?"

"Yes, as soon as dinner is started. Enjoy your movie. If you
see or hear from the twins, tell them to come home, would
you?" And with that, she turned and headed into the kitchen.
I tried to avoid peeking at her butt but wasn't entirely
successful.

I returned to my movie but for some reason Mom's rattling of
kitchen utensils overpowered the sound track. Somehow I got
fixated on the idea of food scraps sticking to Mom's body. A
piece of lettuce on her abs. A spot of mayonnaise on her
tit. Strawberry jelly at the corner of her mouth. Mom
holding the maypole with Brandy, Randy, and the twins
dancing around her. Dad wearing some nylon contraption that
was halfway between a parachute harness and the top half of
a gladiator outfit.

"Dad, what the hell is that?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"This is the new pilot's uniform. Can you believe it? I
don't know how they come up with these things."

"Aren't there any pants?"

"No, they claim this is what the passengers want. Are you
OK, Adam?"

"What about you, Dad? Are you OK like that?"

"Well, I've known this was coming since Memorial Day. They
gave us a few months to see the doctor and change any
factors we wanted."

That's when I took a good look at Dad, and not just the
uniform. He was really buffed out, with bodybuilder muscles,
washboard abs, and a perfect allover tan. His dick and
balls, however, were HUGE, even if he didn't have a sight
erection. Which he did.

"This is what you need to fly an airplane?" I questioned.

"That's what they say. Just between you and me, Adam, the
whole thing makes no sense to me. The passengers only see me
a few seconds out of a three hour flight, and the rest of
the time I'm in restricted areas of the airport. And the
passengers already have the flight attendants to look at.
But this is what the airline wants and so that's the way it
is.

"But no pants?"

"That's what they want, and I gotta tell you, it seems
pretty weird. But it's comfortable, too. I probably overdid
some of those injection factors, but I was having more and
more trouble finding pants that could hold everything
without pinching."

At that point, Mom came out of the kitchen, still naked, and
welcomed Dad with the usual hug and kiss. Almost
immediately, Dad's erection changed from slight to raging!

"Your Dad seems to have developed a hair trigger," Mom
commented, not letting go of him but turning her attention
to me. "We'll be back in a few minutes. If anything starts
boiling over, just turn off the boner. Oops I meant the
burner. OK?"

"Sure," I replied, then I watched them spring up the stairs,
bosoms and boner bobbing boisterously. Then I noticed I was
erect as well. As a precaution before the twins got home, I
hit the Pause button and headed for the hall bathroom.

                          * * * * *
                              
I was on the beach of a beautiful tropical island. The
afternoon sun was warm and waves were lapping gently at the
sand. I was wearing a tank top and surfer shorts. The breeze
carried the scent of exotic tropical spices and fruits. As I
walked along the beach, I spotted fabulous tropical birds,
crabs, lizards, and other fascinating creatures.

After rounding a point on the shoreline, I saw a bamboo
beach shack. It was built on a raft that was tied with heavy
rope to a tree near the shore. The roof was thatched with
palm fronds, and the walls were only three or four feet
high. This left windows on all sides to admit the breeze. An
opening on the ocean side served as a door.

As I approached the shack, I saw a monkey and a couple of
parrots on the roof. A woman had apparently been lying
inside the shack, but she stood up when I approached.

"Hello, Adam, I've been expecting you," she said. It was Ms.
Sprite, the girl's swim coach, and she was completely naked,
just as she'd been Tuesday at registration. She walked
across the sand and lightly stroked my shoulders. Then she
pulled me closer to her, pressing my body against her head
to toe. Her fingers found the inside of my shirt and stroked
my back.

"This way," she said, then pulled me toward the shack.
Inside were two tall glasses of some tropical mixture; it
was sweet and tart and exotic, all at once. Then she slowly
removed my shirt, danced her fingers around my body, and ran
her lips across my nipples until they almost hurt. I kissed
her hair and her forehead while my hands explored her back
and sides.

Slowly, deliciously, she guided one hand down my abs and
into my shorts. The other she slipped inside the rear,
sending a tremor of sensation through my butt. Slowly,
slowly she lowered my waistband until it was at my hips, at
my thighs, at my knees, on the floor. My cock was squeezed
between our abs, and she began rocking from side to side.

The pressure was exquisite. She backed me onto the bed,
pushing me down so I lay on my back. For a second I took in
her splendor: naked, sweaty, breathing heavily, pulsing with
erotic need. Then she threw herself on me, engaging my
raging member in her pussy. Over and over she rocked against
me, her silken breasts slipping across my sweating chest and
her slick, muscular pussy squeezing my cock in all the right
places. Again and again she pounded her sex against me, and
I began to cum in rhythm with her.

On and on the pounding continued. I was a sticky mess but
gave it little thought. On and on she pounded. On and on I
pumped. Then I heard a pounding like the bathroom door and a
voice very much like Mom's.

"Adam? I thought you were going to watch for things boiling
over! In another minute or two, these beans would have been
burnt!"

"Sorry," I apologized.

"Well, I caught them just in time. Will you be done in five
minutes?"

"Yes, Mom."

"OK, good. Dinner will be ready."

                          * * * * *
                              
Mom and Dad, to my great relief, had returned to their
normal mode of dress. Mom was wearing a sleeveless blouse,
bra, walking shorts, and presumably panties. Dad had a polo
shirt and some baggy denim cut-offs. The twins were home but
hadn't dressed. Dinner was tossed salad, hamburgers, pasta
salad, and of course beans. I took my usual place at the
table.

"So, Adam, I hear you have plans for the weekend," Dad
began, passing the burgers.

"Yeah, Ben and I are going up to the lake with Dan. We're
going to be at Dan's cottage." I took my usual two burgers.

"And three girls," added Mom. As usual, she took a hamburger
patty but no bun.

"Anyone I know?" asked Dad.

"Teah Schurt, Nadia Blosser, and Nadia's cousin," I replied.
"You might remember Nadia; she dated Dan a couple of years
ago." I grabbed some pasta salad and beans as they passed.

"Was she that short little girl?" Dad asked before starting
on his beans.

"Yes, that's the one," I replied, after swallowing my
mouthful of pasta salad.

"Is she with you or Ben?"

"Me." He'd caught me with my mouth full again.

"Well, you might as well go and have a good time. Your
mother and I will both be working."

"What time are you leaving, dear?" Mom asked while loading
up her fork.

I swallowed a bite of hamburger. "Ten o'clock. I'll drive
over to Dan's house from the doctor's, and then leave my car
there. We'll all ride up in Dan's SUV."

"Sounds like fun," Dad said. "Be careful and come home safe,
OK?"

"OK." Ha! Nothing in my mouth. Perfect timing!

"Can we have a sleepover Saturday night?" asked Effie.

"It's up to you, dear," Dad said. "I won't be here."

"All right, but only eight of you," Mom allowed. "And don't
invite any other twins this time. Both of you should have
friends other than twins."

Effie was disappointed at this, but at least she got some of
what she asked for. We all finished eating, then I helped
carry off the dishes and finished my movie. Later, I
gathered my laundry, finished my packing, did my weights,
put on my pajamas, set the alarm for 8:00 AM, and went to
bed.

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