Chapter 6: Pickup Truck

My eyes open and instantly I know I'm not where I should be. The hairy arm under breasts brought it all back. Oh My flipping God. What did I do last night? Was that really me standing, no, laying, on the porch giving a performance for strangers! Speaking of strangers! Quietly I slip out from under Eddie's arm.

I dress as quickly and quietly as I can. Coward that I am, I'm running! Did someone put something into my drink last night? No. I pick up my shoes, not bothering to put them on. The entire night from the moment I walked in was an aphrodisiac orchestrated to arouse and and ... oh my. I closed the door behind me with a tiny click. But ultimately the behavior was mine. No drug. No cohesion. Just me. I half jogged to my own cabin down the path a ways and raced to the shower. How could I behave like that?

I turned the jets on full blast and scrubbed myself as if I was coated in filth. I was coated all right, but in cum. Oh my, I was in such a state. I shampooed my hair, twice. I scrubbed my body once more and let the hot jets wash me clean. I stood there with my eyes closed remembering. With the minds amazing perception of the 3rd person view, the image of me dancing with my skirt up while grinding against Eddie played out on the back of my eye lids. In public!

As I stood there in the shower I also remembered how it felt. How free and alive I felt. And how sexy. As I had danced with Eddie all thoughts of my not being sexy enough fled, all thoughts of my weight, make up, height, body shape all of it! simply fled. I was a sex goddess on that floor.

I turned off the jets and stepped into a warm towel. My thoughts continued to race. All my life I've been taught, no ordered, to cover my knees in a skirt, to not show too much cleavage, to be a proper lady. But last night I was freed of all of that. I soared! I reveled in it. Brushing my teeth my mind mulled over my behavior. Why? Why was it ok to be nude in public last night? Was it that the crowd was so accepting? Was it that they were strangers? Was it because the arousal level was so high that a lifetime of teaching was forgotten? Was I now a different person? What did all of this mean? I spit into the sink and turned off the taps. And oh my, how could I face anyone again after my behavior? I paled a bit at that thought.

I went into my room and began to dress for the day. Well I sure wasn't going bra-less today! In a no nonsense white cotton bra and panties I stood in front of the wardrobe. What to wear, I pondered. I put on long shorts and a button up top. There.

I looked into the mirror and cringed. I looked like I was trying to do penance for my behavior. After last night I couldn't pretend I was a nun. Yet I couldn't go around with my body hanging out either, that wasn't me, never mind last night, it simply wasn't me. I'd have to find a happy middle ground.

I untucked the shirt, loosened the top three buttons and the bottom two and rolled up the sleeves. There. That was better. I left my hair to dry naturally, just ran a comb through it. I touched up my eyes with mascara and eyeliner and considered myself ready for the day. Whatever it may bring.

Downstairs, I discovered Cleo was up. She was sitting in a nightshirt drinking coffee and munching on a bagel.

"Well hello Cinderella." Cleo teased.

"Ah you ready for breakfast?" Molly inquired.

"Very much so, I'm starving." I replied, deciding to ignore Cleo's remark.

I poured my own glass of OJ and sat at the kitchen island with Cleo.

"What are you doing today? I'd like to go to town and do some more shopping." I informed Cleo.

"Oh? I think that can be arranged." both of us kept to neutral topics while Molly served me my own Bagel with cream cheese.

I began eating, wondering when and how Cleo was going to bring up last night. To my great relief she waited until Molly headed upstairs.

"Dare I asked what happened to you last night, or how about, how'd ya enjoy Eddie?" She grinned. "No? Maybe ask if this shopping trip has anything at all to do with last night?"

I took a deep breath, "Eddie was kind, considerate and very nice." I ignored the shocked look from her and continued "I have no idea at all what happened to me last night, I'm still trying to figure it out, I did some things that shock me to my core." I took another bite of bagel, "and yes, the shopping trip has everything to do with last night." rudely I finished with my mouth full.

"Those aren't the adjectives I would have thought you'd use this morning to describe Eddie. He turns into a boy scout? Care to tell me more?" Cleo probed.

"I lost my head last night, the rum, the general atmosphere, I dunno. I wasn't myself. Eddie was kind enough not to direct or..." I waved my hand about thinking of how to explain without telling all. " ... steer me into what he wanted. But nor did he stop whatever it was I chose to do but embraced it. And right now, that's all you're gonna get." I took another bite showing her the subject was closed.

Cleo smiled an all too knowing smile. "And the shopping today?"

I finished chewing, taking the time to choose my words. "I need a new wardrobe, what we bought last week was just basic staples." Cleo nodded when I paused showing she understood. I went on, "I need something more..." I shrugged. " ... less constricting more..." I didn't know how to finish.

Cleo nodded. "Right. I'll be back" and she bounced upstairs to get dressed.

We spent most the day shopping. I picked up a lot of things, tried them on, and came to the realization that I'd changed. My new cute quiet sundresses now looked safe, proper and a few decades out of fashion. At the same time, some of what Cleo had me try on was over the top! Strapless numbers with no support, mini's that I was far too old for at this stage. It was difficult to find the right things.

I picked up a shirtdress, which was belted and rather plain. However when I unbuttoned it, spread open the lapel a bit, then unbuttoned a few from the hem as well it wasn't bad. Tightly belted, with heels allowed my legs to peek out as I walked, or sat adding a sexy edge. Then toss in some silver bangles and earrings and I looked downright sexy. I wasn't used to looking sexy. And somewhere along the way I decided that's what I wanted. Sexy without trashy. It took much longer to shop with this in mind, but overall I was pleased with all the outfits I picked up. Even managed to pick up a new swimsuit with color, and a higher cut on the thigh. And just in case the need arose, I picked up some thigh high stockings. If one was going to go without panties then one needed the right hose. I smiled at my naughty thoughts.

Cleo and I spent the later half of the afternoon by the pool.

"So, ya get laid?" Cleo asked casually as she flipped through a fashion magazine.

"How do you do that?" I asked, tossing my own magazine aside.

"Just tell me the dirty details." Cleo smiled. "I already know you got laid, just want the dirt."

I told her, all of it.

"Ah, so ... that's what gets you. You're an exhibitionist" Cleo Labeled me.

I scowled at her. "You're not being any help."

"What!? There's nothing wrong with it! It's just a trigger that turns you on."

"There are all kinds of things that turn me on. I don't need to be marked, filed and labeled." I said fully frustrated by her.

"I didn't say you did. And that's a good thing. Having many things turn you on keeps life full of spice. I think you're more upset with learning about yourself than anything else." At my dark look she continued. "Look at me for instance, lots of things turn me on, porn does it, being watched, watching, girls, guys, hell even animals!"

"Animals??" I repeated both eyebrows skyward.

Cleo rolled her eyes. "Not fucking them. Geeze. But watching them fuck. Surely you've seen two horses? I nodded. I hadn't really. Understanding, and hoping she wouldn't go on with more details. "It's the act itself which is the turn on. Just thinking of sex is a turn on. Then there is the whole taboo thing." Cleo finished with a smile.

Cleo giggled. "I'm going in the pool, It's a bit warm sitting here. Join me?" She stood and waited.

"No." I frowned.

"OK, sit there and pout then." Cleo walked off and dove into the pool.

Was I pouting? No, I was sure I wasn't pouting. Just worried. Where do I go from here I wondered. Do I give nightly performances on my porch?

"Cleo, I'm done. I'm going back to the cabin." I called, seeing she was talking to a friend in the pool. Cleo waved back, acknowledging me.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back along the path watching my feet, careful not to step on a sharp rock, barefooted.

"Kat."

I raised my head and looked right into Billy's chest.

Laughingly he said, "Close, but we managed to avoid a crash this time." I couldn't help but smile, remembering literally running into him earlier.

"Hi Billy. How've you been?" He sure is a such handsome man, looking a lot like Russelle Crow, now that I think about it. Today he needed a shave and the shadow on his jaw gave him a true rustic look.

"Ok, I've been kept busy at the stables. Spring you know. I gotta mare about to drop a foal." He brushed my hair back and tucked it behind one ear. "You should come down and maybe we'll go riding again."

"Is that an open invite?" I smiled at him, pleased.

"Yeah, anytime. I have to get back. She's really ready to drop. I'd just grabbed dinner." Billy clearly wanted to get back to the stables.

"Ok, Billy, Maybe tomorrow?" I smiled and continued on my walk as he trotted off. I was still smiling when I turned and saw the figure on my porch.

"Eddie?" Was I ready for this? My smile fell like a stone.

"Katrina." Eddie smiled and came down the steps towards me. "I wanted to check out how you were doing today, you left before I was up."

I really am too old to blush, but blush I did.

"Come on in Eddie, the sun's going down fast and the bugs are coming out even faster." I walked past him and into the cabin.

Once in the cabin I wasn't sure what to do. The fact is he's a stranger, never mind we've had mind-blowing sex!

"Something to drink? I'm not sure what we have but..." I began to head for the fridge.

"Kat I wanted to take you to dinner. A real dinner." He smiled and knew he was remembering the same scene I was of last night's dinner. "Lets get to know each other."

I stopped in mid step. Turning I said, "Eddie, I don't know what to say. Last night ... I mean ... I've never done anything remotely like that before and I don't know you..."

"My point exactly." he interrupted. "lets get to know one another." He saw me waver. "Come on, change out of that suit and we'll go to a local place, it's dimly lit, low music, we can talk and relax. No pressure."

"Well. Ok. Give me 20 minutes?" I asked, gesturing towards my suit. He nodded and I sprinted upstairs.

I may regret this but for now I was going to enjoy myself. I choose a push up bra that did its job. I decided if I was going to wear the dark burgundy dress, then no panties lines were allowed. It had a crowl neck line, which draped and fell in loosely, hiding my breasts in folds of fabric, yet giving off the illusion that any second it would reveal more. It was fitted over the hips, ending about mid thigh. Being unbelted it was loose enough to hide the tummy yet tight enough to show curves. I added taller heels then I was used to, some gold bling at the wrist and ear lobes. I sat at the mirror to address my hair and makeup. My hair was wrong down, was too much around the shoulders with the neckline of the dress, so with a quick twist I pinned it to the top of my head. Good enough.

"That didn't take 20." Eddie began as he saw my heels touch the top of the spiral case. "but wow." Even I had to admit the look was perfect. My legs, tanner now, were made to look lean and long with the heels. He couldn't even see the dress begin till I was on the third step, which of course made the dress appear shorter, and legs longer. I purposely allowed added a bounce in my step as I reached the landing.

"I'll do?" I spun in a circle, my confidence had returned.

Eddie stepped towards me and placed his hands on my hips. "Nicely." he whispered and stepped in for a kiss.

He meant it to be a simple kiss, not wanting to scare me off. Yet as our bodies touched and remembered one another from the night before, the kiss became more serious. Eddie knew how to kiss. He didn't try to choke me with his tongue, which is a complete turn off. His lips met mine briefly in the merest hint, a whisper of a touch, and he retreated. Our eyes met and smiled as he advanced for another touch. This one longer, and slower, but still just a meeting of our lips, soft and slow. He retreated again and without really knowing I did it, my tongue peeked out to taste his kiss on my lips. His head lowered for a third time, this time however, his tongue traced a line where my own had just been, coaxing it out again. There, in the middle our tongues met and said hello in a gentle touching. Eddie kissed my lips a final time then took a step back fully.

"Hello." He smiled.

"Hello." I answered back, feeling the awkwardness of earlier fade completely. It was going to be all right.

We had a lovely time. I couldn't help but compare this dinner to the so many I'd shared with Derek. However this was different. Eddie made me feel like I was a goddess. His eyes rarely left mine, and when they did it was to feast on my figure. He didn't order for me, which Derek always did. He allowed me to order my own drink. Which I kept to non-alcoholic for my own safety. We avoided talk about the night before, and the camp. We did talk about his job. He asked questions about what I was going to do about a job and what my interests were. After dinner we went to a quiet bar.

"I've had a great time tonight Katrina." Eddie said. We sat at the corner table in a quiet club.

"Me too."