"Well, their house looks dark." Not a brilliant comment from my husband, but then
it was late, and we *had* been partying.

"Well it's after two;  I guess they aren't the partiers that we are."  My reply. 
We needed to return the Randolphs' cooler *and* their lawn chairs. But there
really wasn't any reason to worry about it yet.

We both got out of the car.  It had been a *long* day, what with the drive, and
then the picnic and all.  The whole street was dark except fo the street lights. 
The day had been hot, but now the temperature was just about perfect: it must
have been about seventy five.

"You know, this is the most comfortable part of the day."  Jack echoing my
thoughts.  "We could walk around the block."

I considered: it *was* late and what we shoul do is go to bed.  But I could see
what Jack meant: the weather was just crying for a walk.  "Oh, sure," I said. 
Jack and I really ought to walk more than we do.

Our street is very quiet: suburban with no through traffic at all.  I looked at
the houses in the dark: each one had a look about it that you didn't see either
in the day or in the evening when the windows were lit.  Jack made a couple
comments about th picnic, but I just walked along, taking in the experience. 
Finally he stopped talking and just walked too.  It was very peaceful.

"It's so deserted," I finally ended up saying.  It was definitely eerie.  "We
could dance *naked in the streets* and nobody would notice."

"Now *that* would be something."  Yes, Jack would have to make his comment. We
walked a bit further.  I detected a little giggle from him and inquired about his
thoughts with a look.  "Why don't you do it?" he said in response.

"Do what?"

"Take your top off."

"Yeah, right!"  Uh oh: now I got him started.  Were did *this* idea come from?

Well, it came from *me*, but leave it to Jack to make something out of it.

"No, really.  No one's around: it's your chance!"

"My *chance*?  Who says I *want* to do anything like that?"

"Well, you *said* you'd like to be wilder when it comes to sex."

I giggled.  Now he's throwing my own words back in my face.  "Well, I meant,
like..." I wasn't sure what I wanted to admit to.

"Like what?"

"Like , well, soaping each other up in the shower."

"You want to do it in the shower?!"  He sounded genuinely surprised.  I felt
embarrassed--and trapped: anything I said was going to draw his attention like
that.

"I was just making up an example."

"Well, how about dropping your inhibitions while we walk around the block?"

"I don't think so."

"Come on, I *know* you can do it!"

"Not only will I not admit to *can*, I can't even say I *wish* to do it."  He
wasn't letting go of this!  Well, he could be as tenacious as he pleased because
we were coming back to the house.

"Not even a little bit?"

"Nope!"  Was I lying?  I guess I hadn't really given it any serious thought, so I
couldn't even say.  Well, we were back at the house now.  "Honey!"

I don't know what made me say it.  It's like I didn't know what I was doing
either, but I held back a step and got him to turn around.

My back was to the street and he'd turned around so his back was to our front
door.  I'd reached under my tee-shirt and unhooked my bra and now I pulled the
tee shirt off.

"Mmmmm," I heard Jack say.  I had the bra off and was standing there, my back to
the street, facing him.  I still don't know how I did that: I don't think I
planned it--it just started happening.

Jack was closer.  His hands were on my breasts then, moving in soft circles. He
made his "mm" sound again.  Then his hands were on my shoulders and he spun me
around.  In half a second, I found myself facing the street, my back pressed
against him.  His hands had slipped under my arms and were caressing the sides of
my breasts.

I shouldn't be like this.  I felt his hands go down to my cutoffs.  He unbuttoned
them.  And unzipped them.  They slipped down my legs.

My underpants were being lowered.  I felt his body sliding down: he was going to
get down and slide them all the way down by hand.  I stood there in shock: I'd
started this and now look where it was going!  Actually, I *didn't know* where it
was going.

He had them down around my ankles and there I was, facing the street.  I stepped
out of the shorts and underpants.  I felt him run his hands back up my sides as
he stood again and again I was leaning against him.  Then his hands were dancing
over me, to my breasts, across my stomach, on the side of my hips.

I couldn't be doing this: standing there long enough for him to bring me off, for
anyone to see.  Again I guess I acted without thought.  I was immediately running
around the house, toward the back.

He was back there with me in a flash.  It was much darker and certainly more
private, and I no longer felt so scared.  We faced each other now, and he kissed
me, his hands wandering up and down my back.

We kissed and kissed.  I like kissing and I liked it: this was wild enough for
me.  But then he was lowering himself, kissing me between my breasts, and then
down.  He knelt in front of me, and did it.  His hands were on my rear, pulling
me into him.  I breathed harder and harder and momentarily felt a little faint.

Oh, it was so good what he did to me--I don't know if I could go back there with
him again, but the memories of that night: the picnic, a few beers, coming home
together, the walk, being undressed on the front sidewalk, what he did to me in
the back.  I don't think we can ever recreate that.

And it was wild in bed that night: I certainly paid him back for the
ministrations I received.

We'd left unloading the car 'til morning and it was in the morning that I ended
up lugging the cooler back to Marge Randolph.  "Interesting things you were doing
out front last night," she offered.

I was paralyzed for a second as her words fully sunk in, then I spoke without
thinking: "You *saw* us!"

"Oh, we both saw you.  And it was most delicious feeling Jeff inside me while you
provided us with something stimulating to look at."