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Shortly after we moved in, we went roving around our clothing-optional neighborhood. We just knew there would be gorgeous young naked chicks on every corner begging for us to satisfy their lustful needs. Think again. In a clothing optional environment, most people should opt for clothing. Honestly. There were few people our age, whether male or female, clothed or naked, living, dead, or anywhere in between. The neighbor’s on one side were a middle-aged couple who had consumed about three too many Twinkies. Make that three million too many. They were nice, but we wished they would put on more clothes. Clarissa would actually look better in an Afghanistan burqa. So would her husband, Ernie. Across the street was a reasonably attractive couple in their early thirties. Close enough in age. They introduced themselves as Brenda and Andy. They announced that they were exhibitionists. So why was Brenda dressed in shapeless sweats and Andy in paint-stained T-shirt and jeans? They explained. For them, exhibitionism was not about getting naked in front of other people. There was istanbul travesti no thrill in that. Exhibitionism was about getting naked in front of other people in places where it was unlikely, or discouraged, or prohibited, or would get you arrested. When they met Sonja, they asked if she’d like to help them get naked and have sex in front of the police at her office. Now, that sounded like fun to me, but Sonja said something about needing her paycheck. Spoilsport. Much later, they introduced me and Sonja to the thrill of jail-bait exhibitionism, but we’ll let that go for now. The exception to the rule about younger people turned out to be the convenience store. In fact, that was where Paul had met Lucy. He’d gone in for a box of condoms and seen a stunning black woman of about thirty talking to another, shorter, younger and lighter-skinned, black woman who was stocking shelves. The shelf-stocker was dressed in a sports bra and cut-offs. Although not large, her muscles were incredibly well-defined. The clerk, a guy of perhaps nineteen or twenty, was dressed istanbul travestileri in a T-shirt and some Batman boxers. That was Danny. If Danny could do it, so could Paul. While Danny was getting the condoms from a shelf, Paul stripped off his shirt and pants. He was wearing what we came to know as his trade-mark low-rise gray briefs. As loudly as he could Paul yelled at Danny, “No, I need the extra super jumbo sized condoms!” Lucy had turned to look, but the other girl had not. “Nice,” Lucy observed. “It’s a shame about the condom size. I recently had gynaecological surgery and can only have sex with men who have average-size genitalia. Maybe you could come back in about six months?” Paul cursed his tendency to speak first and think later. “Ah, Danny, make that the average-sized genitalia condoms. Okay?” Danny asked if Paul wanted to get a measurement to make sure. “Not in my store you don’t,” said the woman stocking shelves. “Danny, you know the rules. You can’t get naked in the store, you can’t have sex in the store, and you can’t encourage customers travesti istanbul to get naked in the store. If the customer gets naked on his own, that’s fine. If the customer gets naked on her own, that’s fine and call me if she’s good looking.” Danny looked crestfallen. “Yes, Lydia, I know the rules.” Lucy was laughing her ass off. “Look, fella, whoever you are, this is my sister’s store.” She gestured at the boss who had been stocking shelves. “Lydia has rules and you either follow them or you get fucked. That’s not the fun kind of fucked, either. “I lied about the surgery. In fact, I’m here to visit Lydia and Danny. Lydia’s my sister (she hooked a thumb in Lydia’s direction) and Danny and I are roommates. We used to have sex with each other, but that was a relationship of convenience, not love. Today we’re just friends. “And, as for sex with men having large penises, well, Danny’s the best-endowed guy I’ve ever met. If you can compete with him, you’re obviously hiding your equipment somewhere other than your underwear.” Paul knew when he was beaten. He bought a case of beer and invited the three of them back to our house for a drink. Danny’s shift was ending, but Lydia wasn’t coming directly. She had to go home first. Lucy drove herself and Danny, following Paul to our house. Randy and I were on the back patio having a beer.
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