ARE YOU READY TO PAR-TAY?
Tequila!
Lime!
Whip cream...
Pringles?
Dude, this chick is ready to party.
Tequila!
Lime!
Whip cream...
Pringles?
Dude, this chick is ready to party.
YOUNG AND IN MUD
Oh to be young again. In love, in summer. In the mud...
Oh to be young again. In love, in summer. In the mud...
ROCK CLIMBERS
They climbed to the top and made love. It made them feel alive. Their bodies sore and sweaty from the climb. Emotions raw from fear and tension from the challenge of the climb.
Then naked, feeling the wind on bare skin, feeling the sensation of sex and then climax. It was primitive. It was perfect.
Sex in bed felt good, but nothing--nothing--like this.
They climbed to the top and made love. It made them feel alive. Their bodies sore and sweaty from the climb. Emotions raw from fear and tension from the challenge of the climb.
Then naked, feeling the wind on bare skin, feeling the sensation of sex and then climax. It was primitive. It was perfect.
Sex in bed felt good, but nothing--nothing--like this.
SNORKELING AND SKINNY DIPPING
One of the prettiest images I have seen of skinny dipping. How beautiful to be in nature this way.
One of the prettiest images I have seen of skinny dipping. How beautiful to be in nature this way.
HER FAVORITE BATHROOM TOY
In college, I went with a girlfriend back home to see her family on break. Although we were essentially living together in the the dorms on campus, we slept in separate rooms. The only place we could steal a little privacy was in the bathroom, when we could both go in to brush teeth. As soon as we shut the door, we went at it. There was a real thrill to sneaking behind their backs.
Even though most people all have the same stuff in their bathrooms, when you're in a new place, there's something about wanting to look at everything and open all the drawers. Seeing an electric tooth brush, a hair brush, I asked my girlfriend if she had ever tried out a bathroom object for masturbation purposes. "Yeah," she said. "What haven't I tried?"
The bathroom, as if it wasn't already sexually charged enough, took on a whole new level, as I imagined my girlfriend, back in high school, testing out each and every object in the bathroom. How many on these things on the countertop had been in her pussy, I wondered.
"So after you tested everything," I said, "what was your favorite?"
"The curling iron," she said, as if it was obvious.
"Really?"
She looked at me with a smirk. "Duh."
"Then show me," I said.
And she gladly demonstrated.
OCEAN SUNSET
When the sun slowly sinks down on the Pacific, isn't this exactly where and how you'd like to be?
When the sun slowly sinks down on the Pacific, isn't this exactly where and how you'd like to be?
ICE, ICE, BABY
I had a girlfriend who loved to play with ice. She used it when she masturbated. And her favorite was to rub her clit and her folds with it until she was numb, and then have me lick her, until the heat returned. Hot, then cold, then hot again. It drove her wild.
LATE NIGHT ON CAMPUS
I was walking across campus late one night, past the back of the art studio building, taking a short cut, when I looked up and noticed one of the lights still on. There was a girl in the window, probably a senior studio major, takign a break from a long night of art making, having a smoke. I might have just glanced up and not thought twice about it, but there was just enough light coming from her studio to reveal that she wasn't wearing any clothes. I stopped and wondered what she was doing in her studio. Was the bright light for photography? Was she making a series of nude self-portraits (not that uncommon for college photography majors), or was she painting nude?
I stood in the darkness of the alley, long enough to watch her finish the smoke. She slipped off the window ledge, and I could no longer see her, so I left. But the image has stayed with me.
I was walking across campus late one night, past the back of the art studio building, taking a short cut, when I looked up and noticed one of the lights still on. There was a girl in the window, probably a senior studio major, takign a break from a long night of art making, having a smoke. I might have just glanced up and not thought twice about it, but there was just enough light coming from her studio to reveal that she wasn't wearing any clothes. I stopped and wondered what she was doing in her studio. Was the bright light for photography? Was she making a series of nude self-portraits (not that uncommon for college photography majors), or was she painting nude?
I stood in the darkness of the alley, long enough to watch her finish the smoke. She slipped off the window ledge, and I could no longer see her, so I left. But the image has stayed with me.
FOREST BEAUTIFUL
Is there anything more beautiful than two hippie girls kissing in the sunlit forest? It is impossibly for me to imagine anythign more lovely than this.
Is there anything more beautiful than two hippie girls kissing in the sunlit forest? It is impossibly for me to imagine anythign more lovely than this.
CIRCLE OF SISTERHOOD
This is a wonderful image. I believe it is originally from Abby Winters, so all credit and props to them. Not only is it an artistically interesting shot, but I just love the variety of female forms, large and small breasts, shaven and unshaven pubes, blonde, brunette, it's all the variety and loveliness of women.
This is a wonderful image. I believe it is originally from Abby Winters, so all credit and props to them. Not only is it an artistically interesting shot, but I just love the variety of female forms, large and small breasts, shaven and unshaven pubes, blonde, brunette, it's all the variety and loveliness of women.
HIKING WITH LARA
A few years back, I dated a girl who loved to hike. It seemed we went on a hike nearly every weekend. I wish I had more photos, though. I was always trying to pack light. At the time, you say to yourself, "I'll always remember this." But the truth is, a simple photo brings back everything of that day, the heat, the humidity, the buzz of insects in summer. How tired we were, and how we had gotten in a stupid argument early that day.
When we returned to the car, Lara changed into clean, dry clothes for the trip home. I grabbed my camera. I caught her just before she'd slipped on fresh underwear. Maybe its not the sexiest pose--she's half caught off guard, half amused. It brings back a lot of good memories, though.
A few years back, I dated a girl who loved to hike. It seemed we went on a hike nearly every weekend. I wish I had more photos, though. I was always trying to pack light. At the time, you say to yourself, "I'll always remember this." But the truth is, a simple photo brings back everything of that day, the heat, the humidity, the buzz of insects in summer. How tired we were, and how we had gotten in a stupid argument early that day.
When we returned to the car, Lara changed into clean, dry clothes for the trip home. I grabbed my camera. I caught her just before she'd slipped on fresh underwear. Maybe its not the sexiest pose--she's half caught off guard, half amused. It brings back a lot of good memories, though.
STANDING TALL
Girlfriend, in college.
Girlfriend, in college.
Camping with Colette
One summer in college, I worked on a dude ranch in the Rockie Mountains. Most of the guests were families with kids, or wealthy men who came for the world-class fly fishing. I was a wrangle, in charge of the horses and giving trail rides, and sometimes taking the kids out for an overnight campfire. It was pretty fun work, but long hard hours, little pay, working alone a lot, and not having anyone else my age.
That changed for the one week Colette came to visit. She came with her two older brothers, a sibling retreat. They were in their early 40s, big bulky men with the beginnings of male pattern baldness and the middle-age paunch. They were stock brokers or investment bankers, and this was the late 90s, and times were good. They had decided to come West for a couple weeks to fish. They invited their sister, Colette, who was 34, a psychologist, now living in Southern California.
The first few days, I took the three of them trail riding. I liked them ok, but being a hired hand for the summer, and a college student, it wasn't like we were best buds. Colette was cute, in a way, but she was at least 12 years older than me, and at that age, that was so far beyond comprehension. When I was in high school as a sophomore, I dated a senior, two years older than me, and that was a big deal. Even just two years at that age meant a gap in growing up references like music and movies. I couldn't possibly imagine getting involved with Colette. 12 years older just seemed wrong. She had gone to grad school, started a career, bought a condo. I was still getting meals at the student union.
After the first couple days, the two brothers were saddle sore, and decided they had no more interest in horse riding and just wanted to be packed into the high country for a week of fly fishing. I hitched their gear to a couple pack mules and we all headed up into the high country. It takes almost a day to ride in, but it's worth it. The brothers could be alone in Wind River wilderness, just them, a campfire, and fishing rods. We dropped them off with food, but they would also catch fresh brook trout for their meals. For them, it was going to be perfect. In fact, they'd pulled out a bottle of scotch and were passing it back and forth. They invited me to imbibe.
By the time we set up camp, we were all pretty hammered. The evening was starting to fall, and I had to head back. I made sure they had everything, and turned to go, when Colette decided she wanted to come back to the ranch, too. She told her brothers that they deserved a "guys" week to fish, and that she, a horse lover as a little girl, would be much happier doing daily trail rides.
Everyone seemed fine with the new plan, so I saddled her horse and the two of us headed back toward the ranch.
Night began to fall. To ride in the moonlight was nothing new for me. My horse picked the trail sure-footed. Colette was pretty tired, though, and a bit drunk. She wanted to stop and make camp for the night. I explained that I should get us back to the ranch, but she argued that since she and her brothers were the only guests, did it really matter if we returned at midnight or in the morning? I was about to tell her, it really wasn't a problem, but before I could explain, she leaned over a kissed me. Maybe it was the whisky buzz, or the moonlight, or romance of horses and the open West, but suddenly I was very attracted to Colette.
We dismounted and hobbled our horses. I made camp and she unrolled her sleeping bag. I built us a nice campfire. We both crawled into her sleeping bag. We kissed more. And then, without having to say anything, we both stripped off our clothes at once.
We made love under the stars by firelight. In the morning, we made love again by the smoldering ashes. I got up to pee and rekindle the fire. Standing naked in the wilderness, skin salty with dried sweat. My cock long and large from making love, coated in a mix of our juices now dry. It felt very primitive, raw, earthy and sexual. I walked to the edge of camp, but in plain sight of her, pissed. My pale urine spattered on a rock. I watched the rock turn color with the wetness. Colette got up, her legs bowed and wobbly from horse riding and sex. She walked up toward me, and if to say that she was just a rugged as me, she squatted and pissed on a rock. She let herself drip dry and shook off the last drops. It shocked me how open she was in front of me. But in the rising heat of the summer morning, the insects humming in the air, and the horses grazing in the distance, it seemed perfectly natural.
I should have been hungry and hung-over, but being in the fresh air, and the excitement of sex with someone for the first time, I felt purely alive. In fact, I don't know if I have ever felt so good, so completely alive on the planet. We walked to a small lake and skinny dipped, and then warmed up in the sun. We kissed in the lake. We lay out on the sandy bank, and I watched the water dry in her golden curls. I rolled over and put my face between her legs, inhaled the musky scent and began to lick her. I had given college girlfriends oral sex, but this felt so much more sexual. Colette lay on her back in the sand. Her arms and legs spread eagle in the sun, as I sucked and slurped at her swollen sex. She knew just what she wanted, she'd hold her labia open with her fingers and grind her clit onto my chin and tip of my nose as my tongue thrust inside her. As she climaxed, she grabbed my hair and forced my face to her cunt as she spasmed.
She acted like a woman starved for sex. As soon as she finished cumming, she flipped me over and took me into her mouth. My college girlfriends never gave great head. They tended to lick like a lollipop and when they did take me into their mouth, scrape me with their teeth. Not Colette. She knew exactly what she was doing and sucked every drop of cum from the very core of my balls up through my hard stiff cock.
That day is a blur. I can't recall what order we did what in. I know we fucked and then swam and then fucked. My cock was never fully soft before she was ready for more. We were both sunburned, sandy, sore. Drymouth, hungover, hungry, and feeling like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden, the only man with the only woman, naked in the wildreness, with nothing else to do but fulfill every bodily urge.
We did 69 on the shore. I took her from behind on her knees. She rode me, bouncing up and down on my cock as she pinched her swollen nipples. She had no inhibition. I had never been fucked so hard or so freely.
We napped in the shade, on her sleeping bag.
At one point I got up to pee again. Right when I was about to let loose a stream, she slipped up behind me, wrapped her arms around me and held my cock. "Let me help," she said. And the first, and only time in my life, a woman held my penis as I peed. She said she loved to feel my cock as the liquid went through, that it was something she could never feel as a woman. I wondered how many of her older boyfriends she'd done this with, but I tried to block those thoughts. It didn't matter. It was just her and me and she was giving me a sexual education of a lifetime.
She tapped my cock to shake it out, and her warm hands and their motion made my cock grow again to hardness. She stroked very slowly as first, as my erection grew. I could feel her pubic curls pressing behind me into my bare buttock. It felt new and exciting to have a woman behind me, her hand slowly pumping my cock and pushing her pelvis as if to hump me from behind. Then I felt one of her hands reach down between us. She rubbed her clit for a while, moaning into the back of my neck. I began to get more excited, thinking maybe she'd stroke me and touch her self and make us both cum at the same time. I didn't realize she was just wetting her finger.
I felt it circling and then gently pressing into my butt. Mentalyy I was shocked. No one had every done that before, and being shocked and uncertain, I wasn't sure it I liked it, but my body was way ahead of me. My cock sprang to full erection. Waves of pleasure surged through my body. She held me, pressed her bare breasts against my bare back. Her right hand firmly wrapped around my cock and her left handslowly sliding her finger into my ass. The sun beat down, the birds chirped. The water in the brook burbled. I couldn't believe I was standing fully naked in a mountain meadow, with a naked woman pressed up behind me, slowly masturbating me and fingerfucking my ass. It was too much, a sensation overload, and as she stroked my cock in time with the thrusts of her fingers, I shot my wad through the air and onto the rock.
She gently slipped her fingers out and we walked, naked, back to our camp.
We knew we would have to go eventually, so we started to pack up. I loved watching her bend over to grab something. Her labia was rosy and swollen from all our sex. Her breasts were large and natural. Her hair was dyed blonde, and the roots showed, and it was something I'd first noticed about her and thought looked fake. I realized in Southern California, her hair and makeup was just part of the culture there; but here in the mountains, without makeup, her hair tangled and wild, she was truly a beautiful woman.
When we saddled the horses, I took her from behind. Pulled down her pants to her knees and opened mine. My cock was hard again, ready to rise to more sex. I thrust it at her like a greek satyr. Her body still wet from excitement and cum, but she stopped me, and said that she was simply too sore. My heart sank, and the disappointment almost turned to anger, until I felt her take my hard shaft and direct it slightly up. She pushed her hips back.
I didn't know what she was doing. It seemed like I wasn't in the right spot and not even penetrating her. I couldn't really tell what was happening, other than she was pushing and I was pushing and we were trying to have sex, but it wasn't working. Then the tip of my cock popped into her. It was held by the tight muscles of her ass, and I realized, finally, what she was trying to do. I'd never had anal sex before. I'd tried it once with a college girlfriend, but we'd only gotten it in a little before she asked me to stop.
Colette wasn't asking to stop, but asking me to do deeper, harder. Apparently, she loved anal, and I had been to inexperienced to even consider trying it. She wiggled her butt back, forcing my cock deeper into her as she leaned forward on the saddle. The horse, a trained cowboy horse, didn't even blink. I loved it. She leaned against the horse as I shoved my cock up her ass. She loved it too and begged me for more, harder, faster.
I fucked her hard and fast, as she wanted, shot my cum deep in her ass, and then buckled up. She looked at me in a dizzy daze. Her knees were weak, and I helped her hitch up her pants and climb up on her horse.
Our ride down the mountain was quiet. The hangovers, the hunger, the lack of sleep, it all started hitting us as we slowly descended. We were happy, and sore, and at least I was euphoric in my newly discovered sex ed. But there was an unmistakable melancholy in the air. We both knew she'd go back to her career; I'd return to college. I wasn't going to drop out of school senior year to live in her condo in Southern California anymore than she was going to quit her private practice to live in my dorm.
But we had a few days before she and her brothers would leave. We had the horses, the trails, the mountains. We would fuck every possible moment together, in this hyper-romantic setting, in the hay loft of the barn, in the meadow by the creek. We would enjoy every possible second, knowing it would never be this way again.
That changed for the one week Colette came to visit. She came with her two older brothers, a sibling retreat. They were in their early 40s, big bulky men with the beginnings of male pattern baldness and the middle-age paunch. They were stock brokers or investment bankers, and this was the late 90s, and times were good. They had decided to come West for a couple weeks to fish. They invited their sister, Colette, who was 34, a psychologist, now living in Southern California.
The first few days, I took the three of them trail riding. I liked them ok, but being a hired hand for the summer, and a college student, it wasn't like we were best buds. Colette was cute, in a way, but she was at least 12 years older than me, and at that age, that was so far beyond comprehension. When I was in high school as a sophomore, I dated a senior, two years older than me, and that was a big deal. Even just two years at that age meant a gap in growing up references like music and movies. I couldn't possibly imagine getting involved with Colette. 12 years older just seemed wrong. She had gone to grad school, started a career, bought a condo. I was still getting meals at the student union.
After the first couple days, the two brothers were saddle sore, and decided they had no more interest in horse riding and just wanted to be packed into the high country for a week of fly fishing. I hitched their gear to a couple pack mules and we all headed up into the high country. It takes almost a day to ride in, but it's worth it. The brothers could be alone in Wind River wilderness, just them, a campfire, and fishing rods. We dropped them off with food, but they would also catch fresh brook trout for their meals. For them, it was going to be perfect. In fact, they'd pulled out a bottle of scotch and were passing it back and forth. They invited me to imbibe.
By the time we set up camp, we were all pretty hammered. The evening was starting to fall, and I had to head back. I made sure they had everything, and turned to go, when Colette decided she wanted to come back to the ranch, too. She told her brothers that they deserved a "guys" week to fish, and that she, a horse lover as a little girl, would be much happier doing daily trail rides.
Everyone seemed fine with the new plan, so I saddled her horse and the two of us headed back toward the ranch.
Night began to fall. To ride in the moonlight was nothing new for me. My horse picked the trail sure-footed. Colette was pretty tired, though, and a bit drunk. She wanted to stop and make camp for the night. I explained that I should get us back to the ranch, but she argued that since she and her brothers were the only guests, did it really matter if we returned at midnight or in the morning? I was about to tell her, it really wasn't a problem, but before I could explain, she leaned over a kissed me. Maybe it was the whisky buzz, or the moonlight, or romance of horses and the open West, but suddenly I was very attracted to Colette.
We dismounted and hobbled our horses. I made camp and she unrolled her sleeping bag. I built us a nice campfire. We both crawled into her sleeping bag. We kissed more. And then, without having to say anything, we both stripped off our clothes at once.
We made love under the stars by firelight. In the morning, we made love again by the smoldering ashes. I got up to pee and rekindle the fire. Standing naked in the wilderness, skin salty with dried sweat. My cock long and large from making love, coated in a mix of our juices now dry. It felt very primitive, raw, earthy and sexual. I walked to the edge of camp, but in plain sight of her, pissed. My pale urine spattered on a rock. I watched the rock turn color with the wetness. Colette got up, her legs bowed and wobbly from horse riding and sex. She walked up toward me, and if to say that she was just a rugged as me, she squatted and pissed on a rock. She let herself drip dry and shook off the last drops. It shocked me how open she was in front of me. But in the rising heat of the summer morning, the insects humming in the air, and the horses grazing in the distance, it seemed perfectly natural.
I should have been hungry and hung-over, but being in the fresh air, and the excitement of sex with someone for the first time, I felt purely alive. In fact, I don't know if I have ever felt so good, so completely alive on the planet. We walked to a small lake and skinny dipped, and then warmed up in the sun. We kissed in the lake. We lay out on the sandy bank, and I watched the water dry in her golden curls. I rolled over and put my face between her legs, inhaled the musky scent and began to lick her. I had given college girlfriends oral sex, but this felt so much more sexual. Colette lay on her back in the sand. Her arms and legs spread eagle in the sun, as I sucked and slurped at her swollen sex. She knew just what she wanted, she'd hold her labia open with her fingers and grind her clit onto my chin and tip of my nose as my tongue thrust inside her. As she climaxed, she grabbed my hair and forced my face to her cunt as she spasmed.
She acted like a woman starved for sex. As soon as she finished cumming, she flipped me over and took me into her mouth. My college girlfriends never gave great head. They tended to lick like a lollipop and when they did take me into their mouth, scrape me with their teeth. Not Colette. She knew exactly what she was doing and sucked every drop of cum from the very core of my balls up through my hard stiff cock.
That day is a blur. I can't recall what order we did what in. I know we fucked and then swam and then fucked. My cock was never fully soft before she was ready for more. We were both sunburned, sandy, sore. Drymouth, hungover, hungry, and feeling like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden, the only man with the only woman, naked in the wildreness, with nothing else to do but fulfill every bodily urge.
We did 69 on the shore. I took her from behind on her knees. She rode me, bouncing up and down on my cock as she pinched her swollen nipples. She had no inhibition. I had never been fucked so hard or so freely.
We napped in the shade, on her sleeping bag.
At one point I got up to pee again. Right when I was about to let loose a stream, she slipped up behind me, wrapped her arms around me and held my cock. "Let me help," she said. And the first, and only time in my life, a woman held my penis as I peed. She said she loved to feel my cock as the liquid went through, that it was something she could never feel as a woman. I wondered how many of her older boyfriends she'd done this with, but I tried to block those thoughts. It didn't matter. It was just her and me and she was giving me a sexual education of a lifetime.
She tapped my cock to shake it out, and her warm hands and their motion made my cock grow again to hardness. She stroked very slowly as first, as my erection grew. I could feel her pubic curls pressing behind me into my bare buttock. It felt new and exciting to have a woman behind me, her hand slowly pumping my cock and pushing her pelvis as if to hump me from behind. Then I felt one of her hands reach down between us. She rubbed her clit for a while, moaning into the back of my neck. I began to get more excited, thinking maybe she'd stroke me and touch her self and make us both cum at the same time. I didn't realize she was just wetting her finger.
I felt it circling and then gently pressing into my butt. Mentalyy I was shocked. No one had every done that before, and being shocked and uncertain, I wasn't sure it I liked it, but my body was way ahead of me. My cock sprang to full erection. Waves of pleasure surged through my body. She held me, pressed her bare breasts against my bare back. Her right hand firmly wrapped around my cock and her left handslowly sliding her finger into my ass. The sun beat down, the birds chirped. The water in the brook burbled. I couldn't believe I was standing fully naked in a mountain meadow, with a naked woman pressed up behind me, slowly masturbating me and fingerfucking my ass. It was too much, a sensation overload, and as she stroked my cock in time with the thrusts of her fingers, I shot my wad through the air and onto the rock.
She gently slipped her fingers out and we walked, naked, back to our camp.
We knew we would have to go eventually, so we started to pack up. I loved watching her bend over to grab something. Her labia was rosy and swollen from all our sex. Her breasts were large and natural. Her hair was dyed blonde, and the roots showed, and it was something I'd first noticed about her and thought looked fake. I realized in Southern California, her hair and makeup was just part of the culture there; but here in the mountains, without makeup, her hair tangled and wild, she was truly a beautiful woman.
When we saddled the horses, I took her from behind. Pulled down her pants to her knees and opened mine. My cock was hard again, ready to rise to more sex. I thrust it at her like a greek satyr. Her body still wet from excitement and cum, but she stopped me, and said that she was simply too sore. My heart sank, and the disappointment almost turned to anger, until I felt her take my hard shaft and direct it slightly up. She pushed her hips back.
I didn't know what she was doing. It seemed like I wasn't in the right spot and not even penetrating her. I couldn't really tell what was happening, other than she was pushing and I was pushing and we were trying to have sex, but it wasn't working. Then the tip of my cock popped into her. It was held by the tight muscles of her ass, and I realized, finally, what she was trying to do. I'd never had anal sex before. I'd tried it once with a college girlfriend, but we'd only gotten it in a little before she asked me to stop.
Colette wasn't asking to stop, but asking me to do deeper, harder. Apparently, she loved anal, and I had been to inexperienced to even consider trying it. She wiggled her butt back, forcing my cock deeper into her as she leaned forward on the saddle. The horse, a trained cowboy horse, didn't even blink. I loved it. She leaned against the horse as I shoved my cock up her ass. She loved it too and begged me for more, harder, faster.
I fucked her hard and fast, as she wanted, shot my cum deep in her ass, and then buckled up. She looked at me in a dizzy daze. Her knees were weak, and I helped her hitch up her pants and climb up on her horse.
Our ride down the mountain was quiet. The hangovers, the hunger, the lack of sleep, it all started hitting us as we slowly descended. We were happy, and sore, and at least I was euphoric in my newly discovered sex ed. But there was an unmistakable melancholy in the air. We both knew she'd go back to her career; I'd return to college. I wasn't going to drop out of school senior year to live in her condo in Southern California anymore than she was going to quit her private practice to live in my dorm.
But we had a few days before she and her brothers would leave. We had the horses, the trails, the mountains. We would fuck every possible moment together, in this hyper-romantic setting, in the hay loft of the barn, in the meadow by the creek. We would enjoy every possible second, knowing it would never be this way again.
SUMMER LOVERS
If you were a teenage boy in the mid-80s, Summer Lovers would be the perfect documentary of your greatest fantasy.
The film begins with a montage of a Greek beach, packed with young college students on summer break. There are boobies. Lots and lots of sun-bronzed boobies. And it's instantly nostalgic, a time long before "Girls Gone Wild," when the absolute hottest thing in movies was the shower scene in Porky's.
In Porky's and the films to follow, like Revenge of the Nerds, our protagonist are awkward teens, trying to get the girls, but always spying from an awkward distance. In Summer Lovers, our male lead not only gets the girl--but he gets two.
Peter Gallagher (in the days before he was a hyper-tanned self-parody) and his girlfriend (the young and pretty damn hot at the time) Daryl Hannah go to Greece for their summer break post-graduation. They settle into a white-washed villa perched above a Greece cliff, overlooking the Mediterranean.
They visit sites, they soak up sun, they get on each others nerves. Some bad dialog ensues. And our guy Gallagher meets and then hits on a young French woman, who is supposedly an archeologist on a major dig. Yeah, right. But that's beside the point, folks. The main concern is the big dilemma of what to do when you are a early 80s stud muffin in short shorts and you are torn between your hot American girlfriend, and your new French fling.
Luckily for the lame-ass whiny boy, his hot American girlfriend steps up. She not only introduces herself to her new competition, but invites her over to drink ouzo. Sadly, Daryl never really gets naked in any shot, and we never get beyond implication for girl-girl action, but with an R rating in the early 80s, well, what can you expect.
If you were a teenage boy in the mid-80s, Summer Lovers would be the perfect documentary of your greatest fantasy.
The film begins with a montage of a Greek beach, packed with young college students on summer break. There are boobies. Lots and lots of sun-bronzed boobies. And it's instantly nostalgic, a time long before "Girls Gone Wild," when the absolute hottest thing in movies was the shower scene in Porky's.
In Porky's and the films to follow, like Revenge of the Nerds, our protagonist are awkward teens, trying to get the girls, but always spying from an awkward distance. In Summer Lovers, our male lead not only gets the girl--but he gets two.
Peter Gallagher (in the days before he was a hyper-tanned self-parody) and his girlfriend (the young and pretty damn hot at the time) Daryl Hannah go to Greece for their summer break post-graduation. They settle into a white-washed villa perched above a Greece cliff, overlooking the Mediterranean.
They visit sites, they soak up sun, they get on each others nerves. Some bad dialog ensues. And our guy Gallagher meets and then hits on a young French woman, who is supposedly an archeologist on a major dig. Yeah, right. But that's beside the point, folks. The main concern is the big dilemma of what to do when you are a early 80s stud muffin in short shorts and you are torn between your hot American girlfriend, and your new French fling.
Luckily for the lame-ass whiny boy, his hot American girlfriend steps up. She not only introduces herself to her new competition, but invites her over to drink ouzo. Sadly, Daryl never really gets naked in any shot, and we never get beyond implication for girl-girl action, but with an R rating in the early 80s, well, what can you expect.
Summer Heat
In the summer, it's just too muggy to wear extra clothes. In fact, the less clothes the better, no bra, no panties. Just a light sundress. Perfect. No one will know, but us.
Japanese Exchange Student
In Japanese, Sahoko's name meant "girl walking on a beach." She had been born near the water and had spent her whole life swimming. She swam competitively since a little girl, and it earned her the opportunity to attend a university in the US on scholarship.
Sahoko said that her family was directly decedent from Japan's ancient class of samari. The word fear was not in her vocabulary.
So when her new best American friends invited her to go camping with them at the lake, she said sure. When they told her that boys would be there, she said, no problem. When they suggested a skinny dip, she said yes.
She'd grown up swimming at dawn in swimming pools of icy water. That was no problem. In Japan, especially in the countryside where her mother's family was from, they bathed in traditional sentos, the public bathhouses, and the onsens, the natural hot springs.
For the American girls, swimming nude was a big deal. It was a double dog dare. They thought getting the Japanese exchange student to go skinny dipping was going to be the biggest most incredible memory for the otherwise conservative and studious student from Japan. For Sahoko, it wasn't a big deal. In fact, if anything, it was like being home.
GIRLS WITH GLASSES
"Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses."
--Dorothy Parker.
This one is an exception.
"Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses."
--Dorothy Parker.
This one is an exception.
AT THE RIVER
I know a secret trail to the river. It's about a 2 mile hike from the road, but it's a nice place to get away and be out in nature. Apparently, I wasn't the only one with that idea.
I know a secret trail to the river. It's about a 2 mile hike from the road, but it's a nice place to get away and be out in nature. Apparently, I wasn't the only one with that idea.
HIKING WITH GINA
We started out in the afternoon. Near the road, there were other hikers, always in view whenever we stopped for a photo. This added to my frustration, but Gina's thrill, as she knew I wanted to be alone with her out in nature. As the sun got lower and as we hiked farther from the road, Gina became more daring in her poses. By the end of our hike, the sun had almost gone, and she pulled out her jacket from her pack, but she had given me plenty to look at, and a few photos to always remember.
We started out in the afternoon. Near the road, there were other hikers, always in view whenever we stopped for a photo. This added to my frustration, but Gina's thrill, as she knew I wanted to be alone with her out in nature. As the sun got lower and as we hiked farther from the road, Gina became more daring in her poses. By the end of our hike, the sun had almost gone, and she pulled out her jacket from her pack, but she had given me plenty to look at, and a few photos to always remember.
My Hippie Neighbor
The young woman who lives nextdoor to me is a bit of a hippie, a granola, whatever you want to say. She grows her own veggies in her backyard. In the summers, I see her out working in her garden. We wave and sometimes chat. She's often barefoot, and I don't know if she even owns a bra. On hot days, she wears tank tops. It's easy to see the outline of her nipples. When it's hot, she glows with sweat, and when she raises her arms to knot her hair back into a bun, I can see the dew drops of fresh sweat glistening in her underarm hair. With a slight shift of breeze, I catch a whiff of the sweet, tangy scent. She doesn't wear deodorant, and she smells beautiful. It's a smell that's distinct, earthy, like a flower, and not offensive in anyway. It's not at all an old BO stink like a locker room--no, it's like a tomato plant, sweet, pungent, and fresh. I think I may be developing a crush, an innocent crush, on my neighbor.
I've noticed that when I'm out in my garden, I've taken to wearing only thin skirts, and t-shirts or tanks. No bra. No deodorant. Why bother when you know working outside you'll just get sweaty anyway? I've stopped shaving. I feel sexier than I ever have.
READY AND WILLING
She's not sure what to expect, but whatever it is, she's ready and willing.
She's not sure what to expect, but whatever it is, she's ready and willing.
SEXY COWGIRL
He'd left his cowboy hat in her dorm room. His hat made her feel extra sexy, and she wanted to give him something to look at in the summer when he returned to the ranch. So she slipped on her skimpiest pair of panties and set up her camera on her dresser.
She meant the image for his eyes only, but she knew that he'd be living in the bunkhouse, and there was no way to know if the other cowboys would find the photo, or even if he'd show it off. So she covered her breasts. She was showing everything, and yet nothing. This ought to make the boys in the bunk house crazy, she thought.
He'd left his cowboy hat in her dorm room. His hat made her feel extra sexy, and she wanted to give him something to look at in the summer when he returned to the ranch. So she slipped on her skimpiest pair of panties and set up her camera on her dresser.
She meant the image for his eyes only, but she knew that he'd be living in the bunkhouse, and there was no way to know if the other cowboys would find the photo, or even if he'd show it off. So she covered her breasts. She was showing everything, and yet nothing. This ought to make the boys in the bunk house crazy, she thought.
HAPPY TOGETHER
This had turned out to be the best mystery yet. Velma had started by seducing Fred, the good-looking leader of their gang. That lead to a 3-way with Fred and his girlfriend Daphne. Then the girls seduced Shaggy and had another 3-way. Then Velma and Shaggy had an anal quickie on the stairs of the haunted mansion. And when Velma told Daphne about it, Daphne pulled out her strap-on and the girls had some more fun.
Velma's head was spinning and her knees were weak. She felt like she'd expereinced everything sexual she possibly could. Until she was outside in the spooky woods with both Fred and Shaggy. Suddenly she realized she wanted to feel Shaggy fuck her in her ass again, while she sucked on Fred's beautiful cock.
Now that everyone in the gang has slept with everyone, in every combination, they're happy and ready for more mysteries to solve.
Scooby-dooby-doo!
This had turned out to be the best mystery yet. Velma had started by seducing Fred, the good-looking leader of their gang. That lead to a 3-way with Fred and his girlfriend Daphne. Then the girls seduced Shaggy and had another 3-way. Then Velma and Shaggy had an anal quickie on the stairs of the haunted mansion. And when Velma told Daphne about it, Daphne pulled out her strap-on and the girls had some more fun.Velma's head was spinning and her knees were weak. She felt like she'd expereinced everything sexual she possibly could. Until she was outside in the spooky woods with both Fred and Shaggy. Suddenly she realized she wanted to feel Shaggy fuck her in her ass again, while she sucked on Fred's beautiful cock.
Now that everyone in the gang has slept with everyone, in every combination, they're happy and ready for more mysteries to solve.
Scooby-dooby-doo!
THEIR BOARD GAME
I don't know what board game that is on the table beside them, but I sure wish I were playing!
I don't know what board game that is on the table beside them, but I sure wish I were playing!
DODGE IN YOUR GARAGE!
Have you noticed the new Dodge Challengers and Ford Shelby Mustangs have a distinct retro re-issue look?
I say bring back Motor City! And Dodge, while you're at it, can you bring back more ads like this...
Have you noticed the new Dodge Challengers and Ford Shelby Mustangs have a distinct retro re-issue look?
I say bring back Motor City! And Dodge, while you're at it, can you bring back more ads like this...
BACKWARD GLANCE
A peek between the sweet checks.
A peek between the sweet checks.
VELMA AND DAPHNE
Velma couldn't wait to tell her best friend Daphne about the quickie she had with Shaggy and how she'd discovered that she loved anal sex.
This news turned Daphne on, and she knew just what her friend needed.
Velma couldn't wait to tell her best friend Daphne about the quickie she had with Shaggy and how she'd discovered that she loved anal sex.
This news turned Daphne on, and she knew just what her friend needed.
BURNING MAN
A vision in the desert.
A vision in the desert.
NIPPLE AT THE BEACH
Just like this image.
Just like this image.
FRIENDS AT THE BEACH
GARDEN TIME
How she likes to spend her time in the backyard.
How she likes to spend her time in the backyard.
SOLVING MYSTERIES
While solving a mystery, Velma can't help but think back a few days ago when she and Daphne hooked up with Shaggy. Shaggy had put it in her butt, somethign she hadn't expected, and even more surprising, she loved it. She couldn't wait to feel him in her ass again, so they had a quickie on the stairs of the haunted mansion.
While solving a mystery, Velma can't help but think back a few days ago when she and Daphne hooked up with Shaggy. Shaggy had put it in her butt, somethign she hadn't expected, and even more surprising, she loved it. She couldn't wait to feel him in her ass again, so they had a quickie on the stairs of the haunted mansion.
FLEXIBLE
GIRLFRIEND IN TENT
Camping is just so sexy.
Camping is just so sexy.
READY, STEADY, GO!
She's ready.
She's ready.
A QUICK GLIMPSE
CAMPING, EURO STYLE
We were camping and had found this perfect spot all to ourselves. We were seriously annoyed when a couple pulled up in a bright yellow car and proceeded to unpack a table and set up a tent not more than 20 yards away from our spot. I wanted to tell them that this was the US, a country based on the idea of people spreading out, and not crowded Europe. But I changed my mind when I realized that there European concept of camping meant not worrying about being clothed all the time.
We were camping and had found this perfect spot all to ourselves. We were seriously annoyed when a couple pulled up in a bright yellow car and proceeded to unpack a table and set up a tent not more than 20 yards away from our spot. I wanted to tell them that this was the US, a country based on the idea of people spreading out, and not crowded Europe. But I changed my mind when I realized that there European concept of camping meant not worrying about being clothed all the time.
THE GIRLS INVITE SHAGGY
Having enjoyed themselves with Fred, the girls don't want to make good old Shaggy feel left out.
Having enjoyed themselves with Fred, the girls don't want to make good old Shaggy feel left out.
GOING EUROPEAN
When Kate was in Spain, she enjoyed going European.
American women, she realized, had too many hang-ups about their bodies. She liked being able to just kick back and be herself. It felt good. It felt healthy.
When Kate was in Spain, she enjoyed going European.
American women, she realized, had too many hang-ups about their bodies. She liked being able to just kick back and be herself. It felt good. It felt healthy.
