Nakers Sunday

The final day of the local "big barn dance" was a long one, with more sunshine and great music.  Mistress opted for something a little more revealing, which I noticed several of the "cowpokes" ogling through the day.

The odd thing was that several of the "cowgirls" in the audience actually approached Mistress during the course of the day to complement her on her "look" -whether it was her turquoise jewelry ("I love the color"); her boots ("who made those for you")  her skin ("what a gorgeous tan"; or just her general hotness ("I just have to say you have looked so beautiful every day of this festival"). Slave was tempted to say "get a room" after that last one, but that would not be "knowing my place" would it?

One glitch we had was in the form of a lady from Boston, early 50's, who was sans hubby, and who tried to glom onto us Saturday afternoon. Now slave would not have minded chatting with this lady betwixt sets, but she was the type of audience member who ignored that fact that there were performers on stage and yammered on and on, raising her volume to compete with the music rather than enjoy the scene. That yammering in our ears became intolerable by around 6:30 pm, so we came up with some story about retrieving our jackets from our car. She actually seemed inclined to tag along, until we told her "how far away" our car was. We even had to give her one of our blanket / serapes to tide her over until she found another "willing" audience for her endless prattle.

We enjoyed a lovely dinner at a local bistro, then saw her later in the evening for the "barn dance" portion of the program.  She had found others to hang around with, to our relief. But then she announced she was having a "party" Sunday night. We worked on our alibi, and politely texted her Sunday morning that we would be unable to join her party with plans to veg out at our "spread" after three days of wall to wall music.  But that wasn't enough....as Mistress reported.

"Now she says she and some friends want to stop by and see us this afternoon..."

"Oh shit...."

"I told her that she should text ahead of time, since I sun bath naked".

It turns out that was a great move.  Maybe she and her pals were a little taken aback at walking in on naked sunbathers?

"We can both greet them at the door naked, Mistress....tell them we have "nakers Sundays" here and if they want to chill with us they need to go au natural with us too!"

In any event, our unwelcome visitors never materialized. And rest assured Mistress was not bluffing.  (As you can see, some of those tan lines have re-materialized since our last trip west).

But this is a sex blog right?  Yesterday was definitely a step up on that front, despite our fear of unwelcome visitors.  Slave deployed Mistress's favorite power tool as a prelude to some vigorous cock riding before our morning bike ride.

After breakfast, we adjourned to our patio, with Mistress sunning herself as promised, while slave listed to the Pussycats beat the Jets, which was probably a little rude on 9/11.  But I did not ignore Mistress.  At the third quarter break, I hooked the hitachi to an extension cord and treated Mistress to a bonus cum in the bright summer sunshine.  And that danged machine is so efficient, slave didn't miss the Pussycats 4th quarter comeback.

But there's more!  we took a late afternoon nap as some clouds gathered, and before slave whipped up dinner there was round two sex, starting with some oral worship and graduating to some rather bracing fucking without the sound moderation required for so many weeks back home.

Apparently there's life in the old pampered slave yet!