1 comments/ 4962 views/ 10 favorites Curlew Ch. 01 By: AquaHolic0120 Introduction: It was the summer of 1967 and songs like "Groovin", "Windy", and "Light My Fire" were being played on every radio station you turned to. Societal attitudes and mores were rapidly being turned around. The innocence of generations past were being turned upside down and basically discarded. The youth of the period were creating a much different world for themselves; one that only they could identify with and grasp on to. It was a time of their own; not one that had any connection with past generations, i.e., their parents and grandparents. This time would go down in history with many descriptors ending with the word "Revolution", e.g., "the sexual revolution", "the drug revolution", and "the anti-war revolution", to name a few. It was a time of race riots and the beginning buddings of real racial equality. It was an historical and exciting time, and yet many from that generation today find themselves lamenting, now and again, of some of the things that were lost in the process during those times. Many of that generation's members, particularly the male gender, those now in their 60's and 70's, were embracing, actively participating in, and taking advantage of the change in attitude, particularly the sex that this revolution afforded them. The stories this author write, specifically concentrate on the "Sexual Revolution", the older male adjusting to and enjoying this change in sexual attitudes, along with the innocence already lost, and/or in the process of being lost. ~~~~~~~~~~ Ch. 1: After a year, Pam and Curlew formally meet: Pam and Bob had been back from their resort vacation two weeks and Pam couldn't get the exciting times she'd experienced there out of her mind. Although when she had originally booked the vacation she was totally unaware that the resort was a nude resort, she was pleased and very satisfied with the resulting, and surprising, outcome that week had presented to both of them. Her thoughts were constantly digressing to 'the cabin, the lake, and everything' ... particularly, and especially, the sex with all the random, elderly, virtual strangers that she had encountered at the resort. She was also unaware that they'd be the only young couple there when she booked the vacation. These thoughts always caused those all too familiar tingling sensations shooting through her body, and settling and concentrating in her vulva, getting her horny and wet. 'Everything seemed to be kismet,' Pam thought. All of it had begun last summer when Bob took advantage of Pam's compassionate affinity for the elderly, when she was just 20 years old. He convinced and persuaded her to take advantage of the attention the elderly widower next door was giving her. He was in his middle 60's and lived directly behind them. Bob strongly suggested she might find giving the old guy an occasional teasing glimpse not only very stimulating and pleasurable to him, but a source of enjoyment for herself as well. The mere gratification of knowing she was giving pleasure to an old and lonely man could be the least that she would experience. She might even find the naughtiness to be not only exciting, but sexually stimulating for her as well. Her husband would persistently insist that the possibilities were boundless, if she would only open up to them. After much conversation and positive reinforcement from Bob, she remembered, at the time, the thought itself becoming exciting and stimulating to her. She eventually decided to give it a try, and began slowly, with visual and verbal suggestive innuendoes, which by mid-summer had evolved into the inevitable actual copulation with the old neighbor ... and much more than she had ever anticipated when this unusual, but exciting, journey first began. 'That was the beginning of 'the summer of slow transition' for me. From the shy, conservative, old-fashioned thinking, naïve young wife, to the free-spirited, casual sex loving, horny person I am now. This past summer's vacation was the fait accompli of that transition,' she knew, and thought to herself. As her thoughts alternated from last summer to this one, she was reminded of the old man she had seen at the small, sparsely populated, nearby beach she periodically visited for quiet privacy. This old man had caught her attention and she found him dauntingly mysterious. He fascinated her by his strange routine. He spoke to no one and walked slowly with slouched shoulders and slightly bended knees. He only looked down at the wet sand as he walked the shoreline. Occasionally, he would stop, bend over at the waist, and dig into the sand with a finger, pick up something and examine it, before dropping it back to the wet sand, signifying a form of rejection. He'd continue on his way, repeating the process a few feet away. He reminded her of a sandpiper foraging for morsels at the water's edge. Not knowing who he was, she had given him the moniker, "Curlew", after a species of sandpiper she had become familiar with as a child while visiting her grandparents at their summer cottage. She felt sorry for Curlew and thought of him as a poor, lonely old man. She decided that she needed to return to that same beach and attempt to get to know Curlew better one of these Saturdays in the very near future, when she was not working and Bob was. Pam awoke early Saturday to the sound of Bob leaving the driveway for work and the smell of fresh coffee. 'Oh, good. Bob made a pot of coffee,' she thought, as she stretched and began getting out of bed. Pam got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up her mouth from the night's sleep. She disliked the stale taste a night's sleep left in her mouth. Pam shook her head and ran her fingers through her short, wavy blonde hair, and let it fall naturally. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, still wearing only a pair of thin, sheer panties. She had developed a fondness for being as free of clothing as she could since their vacation to the nude resort. While drinking her coffee and reading the local Saturday morning newspaper, she thought, 'It looks like it's going to be another gorgeous day ... a nice day for the beach.' With no pressing duties for the day, she decided to go to the beach on the early side and spend the entire day. She was out of the house before 10 A.M. Pam arrived at this small, not very popular beach where she first had seen Curlew that day last summer. There was absolutely no one on the beach this early, which gave her carte blanche access to wherever she wanted to lay her blanket. After visually surveying the beach, she chose a location close to the waterline, but above the high water mark left by the seaweed at high tide. She thought, 'If Curlew does his normal walk today, I should be close enough to at least say hello, without seeming forward and obvious.' She spread her blanket where she decided was the perfect spot, adjusted everything she brought that she would need, and laid down on her back, resting on her elbows. The only sounds were the occasional screech of a seagull passing and the small waves lapping the shore. She loved this time of day at the beach. She found it so peaceful and relaxing. Pam had on a new, bright orange bikini that was much skimpier than she normally wore. The bottom section had no material on the sides except for the narrow string that connected the front panel from the back. The front was a little above her pubic hair line, showing a lot of skin. The top section revealed a lot of her breasts, barely covering her nipples and areolae. She wanted Curlew, if he walked by her today, to be sure to take notice. She had purchased the swimsuit at an exclusive specialty shop that specialized in European style clothing, specifically for a day such as this. A short while later, she noticed the unmistakable figure walking down the shoreline. "It's him, great," she mumbled softly. She grabbed a magazine, opened it to a random page, and rolled on one side, facing the direction he was coming from. She laid the open magazine on the blanket and rested her head on one elbow, giving the impression that she was reading. In actuality, she was looking over her sunglasses, observing Curlew's approach. When he got about 10 feet from her she raised her head, looked at him, and gave him that wonderfully radiant, but innocent, smile of hers, and said, "Good morning". Curlew walked closer, and said, "And good morning to you, Miss. You're here early today. What a pleasant surprise ... I haven't seen you since last summer," he replied with a warm and friendly smile. 'He noticed and remembered me from last year,' Pam quickly thought, before replying, "Yes, this is the first chance I've had to get out here this year. I like the lack of the usual beach crowd here that you get at the more popular beaches, and especially love the peace and solitude of this time of the day." Pam couldn't help but notice his penetrating, steely gray eyes, along with the kindness and tenderness that were conspicuously evident through the patina of his weathered face. 'This man is a nice man,' was her immediate thought. "Not to sound too personal or invasive, but do you live here on the 'Neck'?" Pam smiled and said, "Yeah, down the road about a mile ... on Gilbert Street. And, I don't find that question one bit invasive." "There's only two houses on that street, and far apart from each other. That's a pretty secluded portion of the peninsula, and few houses on the neighboring streets, very remote, and very nice. You live almost right on the water yourself. But then again, anyone who lives on the 'Neck' lives almost right on the water," he said as his smile broadened. Pam giggled and said, "Yeah, that's true. How about you? Do you live nearby?" "I do ... very close to the point, at the end of the peninsula," he replied, as he pointed in the direction of the open ocean. "Seeing you haven't been here since last summer, I should warn you that there are more people coming here this year than last." "Oh really?" Pam asked, in a disappointing tone. "And I had planned to stay the better part of the day. I hope it's not all that bad." "It depends on how much peace and solitude you want. Hopefully, you don't find it all that intolerable. I should get going and leave you to this peaceful time and your magazine. It was a pleasure talking to you, and I hope we cross paths again ... enjoy your day." "It was nice meeting you as well. I'm sure our paths will cross again in the very near future ...and you enjoy your walk ... bye." "I hope you're right. See you then." Pam watched him continue on his very slow, and what appeared to be, purposeful walk. She rolled up her towel and placed it as a pillow, picked up a soft covered novel, laid back and began really reading this time. While Curlew walked the shoreline he couldn't let go of the image of Pam with her lovely face and short blonde, naturally wavy hair that went just below her ears. His mind also could not ignore her perfectly proportioned body. He estimated her at approximately 5'3" inches tall, and possibly weighing in the neighborhood of 115-120 pounds. She was simply perfect, in his own mind. Her light blue-green eyes and beautifully radiant smile only punctuated her beauty. Her girl-next-door appearance and innocent personality, coupled with the aforementioned features, had completely captivated him. Sometime later, Pam became aware of the number of people that were on the beach. The noise alone was a good indicator. She thought aloud, 'Curlew was right! There are many more people here than I've ever seen ... crap!' As she was contemplating whether to leave or stay, her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "I see you're still here. Quite the crowd you've attracted," Curlew teasingly said with that warm smile. "I rather doubt they're here because of me, but there are a good number of people here. It's disappointing. I was just thinking about packing it in for the day. This is not what I anticipated." Curlew said nothing and looked at Pam for a minute, as if in deep thought. He then got a serious look on his face and broke his silence. "I can appreciate someone who covets their solitude and privacy, and I'm going to suggest something that I haven't done in decades. I just feel that there's something special about you. It's obvious you come from a very decent family and upbringing, so please hear me out before you draw any conclusions. Will you do that for me?" Pam, also had a good feeling about him, and agreed to listen to whatever suggestion he was about to present. She instinctively trusted his decency. "I'll listen, and promise not to interrupt until you've finished," she said, now curious and intrigued by what he might say. Curlew began. "The entire tip of this peninsula has been in my family for over a century. It was the property of my father, and his father before him. It is walled off and signed, so the only people that are allowed entrance, other than myself, are people called in to service whatever needs servicing. There are sand dunes that lead to the beach area that are far enough from the house to afford anyone as much privacy and solitude as they could ever desire. I'm inviting you to come and take a look at what I'm offering, and if you decide and feel comfortable, of course, you can feel free to use the dunes and the beach anytime you choose. I know this may sound a bit unorthodox, but I assure you, you'll be safe and undisturbed by me. If you feel uncomfortable with what I'm offering, I understand, and no offense will be taken. On the other hand, if this sounds like something you might even remotely be interested in, we can drive out to my place and you can look around and ask any questions you might have before you decide anything. As I said, you won't be disturbed by anyone. My wife passed away 15 years ago and was unable to bear children, so there will not be any unexpected visitors. It's entirely up to you and you will not be required to accept or decline today. What do you think?" "Oh, wow! That's a lot to digest. I don't know what to say, except that I'm honored by your offer and totally flabbergasted," Pam said, in a rather shocked tone. "A simple yes or no, to at least take a look at the place will suffice. I'll understand with whichever way you choose," Curlew answered, with a reassuring look and smile. After a surprised and emotional pause, Pam said, "I'm flattered, and that is a very generous offer, or invite. I guess there'd be no harm in seeing your land, providing I can drive my own car there." "Of course, good. I'm assuming we're both parked in the grassy field by the pathway to the beach. We can head up there and you can follow me. As long as you're absolutely confident that I mean you no harm. If there is any skepticism on your part, I'd rather not go any further." "I don't know why, but I feel very comfortable," Pam said confidently with a smile. "Great, let me help you with your things," Curlew offered. As they entered the parking area, Pam pointed to her car, and said, "That's my car there." Curlew said, "I'm at the other end ... just drive to the exit and I'll pull ahead of you and you can follow me." He stood by Pam's car to help her put things away and get in before heading to his own car. Pam was excited and felt very comfortable with this. Her instincts told her that she had nothing to fear from this man and that he was genuine and sincere ... and, most of all, truthful and trustworthy. Curlew pulled alongside Pam and waved at her, then pulled ahead slowly. Pam followed. They continued going straight, passing two stone columns on either side of the road, about 6 feet high, with "Private Property" signs on both. As Pam drove through them, she said, "Holy Shit! This place must be huge." The road led to a rotary type driveway with an old, large cottage facing the road. They drove half way around the circular drive and Curlew stopped in front of the house. The house had a porch that looked like it went completely around the house. It was very well kept and certainly needed no upkeep. A tall flag pole stood on one side of the walkway leading up to the house, flying a large American flag. Pam was impressed, to say the least. "Come on in and look around the house. The bathroom is upstairs, in case you decide to come back. I need to use it right now, so feel free to check out the house, as I said." Pam didn't want to snoop around, so she remained in the spacious living room and allowed her eyes to check out the other rooms that she had a clear view of. The house was much like she imagined it might've looked when first built. It did have all the modern amenities, or so it seemed. She walked to the glass paned double doors leading to the immense porch. She was right ... the porch did extend completely around the house. She looked beyond the porch and noticed a wooden walkway that disappeared into the sand dunes that seemed to extend forever in a downward slope. She was amazed at how much land there was. Noticing that the house seemed to be centered on the land, she only assumed that there was just as much land in the back and other side of the house. She got the sense that she was in a state park, rather than a privately owned piece of land. She found it difficult to fathom that one man owned all of this, but still walked the beaches daily for entertainment. Curlew came back downstairs and said, "Come on, let me show you the dunes and the beach area." He walked onto the porch and pointed to his left and off the porch, and said, "Right over there is an outdoor shower. If you do decide to come back, you can shower the lotion and perspiration off before getting in your car for the ride home." He walked down the stairs and onto the wooden walkway, then stopped and said, "Ladies first." Pam walked ahead of him, and said, "Wow! This place is absolutely beautiful." 'That's not the only thing that's beautiful,' Curlew thought as his eyes were transfixed on Pam's barely covered ass. They walked for a few more minutes and the dunes opened up to a beach area. Pam came to a dead stop and said, "Oh my goodness, this is gorgeous. Why in heavens name would you choose to walk on a public beach, when you have this wonderful beach right in your backyard?" "I enjoy my solitude, like you, but I'm not a recluse. I still enjoy walking a beach where there are other people, even though I don't socialize with them. I still find it rejuvenating to be where other people are, even if it's only a few hours a day. That's enough to satisfy my desire to be near people." Curlew than asked, "Why does such a young and stunning woman like you have such an attraction with being alone? I would think that someone as gorgeous, vibrant, and personable as you would have so many social demands." As they walked along the beach, Pam explained as best she could. "I work in the court system as a clerk, Monday thru Friday. After having to put up with a demanding and unhappy public all week, I've had enough of dealing with people. That may sound cynical and negative to you, but it's how I feel, come Friday afternoon." "I can empathize with you, so you don't sound cynical or negative at all to me. Let's check out the dunes now. I think you'll find them an attractive and relaxing place to get away from whatever one may want to get away from." After giving her a tour of the sand dunes, they started walking back towards the walkway leading to the house. Curlew chuckled and said, "We've been talking since this morning and don't even know each other's name. I'm Andrew, and I'm sure your name is as lovely as you are." Pam giggled, and said, "My name is Pamela," then giggled again and continued. "I gave you a name last summer, when I first saw you. You fascinated me, by the nature of your walk along the beach. I didn't want to refer to you as just, 'The Old Man on the Beach', so I gave you the name "Curlew". Not in an offensive way, I just thought you deserved something better than 'Old Man' ... pleased to meet you Andrew." Curlew Ch. 02 Ch. 2: Curlew learns much more about Pam: Pam woke up earlier than usual Sunday with the sense of excitement, anticipation, and a tad bit of anxiety, slightly concerned that Bob would not get a good feeling about Curlew after their meeting. She was doubtful that could conceivably happen, but you never know. She went about preparing for, what was to her anyway, a most important day. Bob woke up an hour or so later and jumped in the shower. She had already taken hers. They sat and had a cup of coffee together. While Pam wanted to confirm that Bob hadn't changed his mind about this, he reassured her that nothing had changed. Bob said, "We can just take our individual cars. This way, I can just take off and you can stay and get some sun if you want." "Umm ... there's a slight flaw in your plan, my darling," Pam somewhat arrogantly said in a jocular tone and smile. "And what might that be, Ms. Tour coordinator?" "Well you see ... commoner's automobiles are not allowed on the premises," she said, very business-like and with a little superior type smile. "Oh kiss my ass. When did we become so uppity?" He was kidding as well, and playing along with this sarcasm of hers. "I forgot about that special placard that only the elite get. Pardon my freaking plebian, ignorant mind," as he smiled. "Come on ... let's get this shit over with, I want to get back here and have some time to myself." Pam was wearing a white bikini, covered by an ankle length, flowery print, thin, wraparound beach skirt, and leather woven, backless, sandal type Huarache shoes. Bob wasn't planning on using the beach, so he was wearing, a pair of plaid Bermuda shorts, an IZOD polo shirt, with its cute little alligator logo, and his Sperry top siders with no socks. They were his usual hanging around the house clothes. As she reached down to pick up her beach bag, Bob leaned down in front of her and said, "Here, let me grab that for you. Do you want to drive?" "No, you can drive ... it's not far," Pam smiled as she walked to the passenger side of her car and stood at the door. Bob threw her bag in the back seat and got in the car. He leaned over and unlocked Pam's door. When Pam got in the car, Bob asked, "Why do you lock the doors in our own driveway?" Pam said, "My passenger door is always locked. No one ever uses it unless I'm going someplace with my mother. I lock all my doors when I park at work." Bob said nothing, and backed out of the driveway. As they approached the main gate of Curlew's place, Bob said, "I've never been this far down the peninsula before." "Curlew calls it the "Neck," Pam said. As they drove around the rotary, Pam pointed and said, "Park in front of that car, that's Curlew's. Oh good, he's home. Curlew told me to park there when I came here. Look ... see ... he's got one of those crests on his plate too. See it?" "I'm not freaking blind, Pam. You've already got your own private parking spot ... pardon me. This place is freaking huge!" "I'm sorry I dragged you out here on your day off, but could you be a little more pleasant and positive thinking for an hour or so?" "I won't embarrass you, I'll be civil and keep an open mind, don't worry." "You never embarrass me, sweetie. Let's just walk around to the back on the porch, rather than knock on the door in case he's busy doing something. We can walk right down to the beach if he doesn't come out." As they rounded the corner of the rear of the house, they saw Curlew sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee in his hand and a pipe in his mouth. He turned towards them, removed his pipe from his mouth and said, "Pamela! What a pleasant surprise," as he got off his chair, with a huge smile on his face. "Morning, Curlew," Pam said with an equally friendly smile. She then said, "Curlew, I'd like you to meet my husband, Bob," as she turned sideways and looked at Bob. "Good morning, Bob. It's a pleasure to meet you," as he began walking towards them uncomfortably, in what looked like some back pain, and reached out his hand to shake Bob's hand. Bob noticed Curlew's obvious discomfort, so he walked over to him and shook his hand saying, "Pleased to meet you too, sir. I'm Bob ... Bob Taber," not knowing what else to say. "The pleasure is all mine. I'm Andrew ... Andrew Huttleston. Welcome to my little corner of the world. Here, have a seat ... please," as he motioned his arm towards some porch chairs positioned directly across from where he originally was sitting. "Can I get either of you a cup of coffee or anything else to drink?" As Curlew was still talking, Bob thought to himself, 'Huttleston? That's the name of the state road that runs through town. Holy fuck! It looks like I was right about his family.' "No thank you, nothing for me," Bob, responded. "Me either, thank you just the same. Look Bob, there's even an outdoor shower," as she pointed to the open outdoor shower head at the corner of the porch. "I'm going to walk down to the beach and check out the dunes while I'm down there. That'll give you two time to get to know each other a little better," as she turned toward the stairs. "You look your usual radiant self today, Pamela. I'm sure Bob has some questions for me, and I don't blame him. You know the way, Pam. You might want to leave your shoes on the porch ... the sand is soft and very loose, as you know." Pam took off her shoes, and said, "Yeah, you're right, thanks. Okay, you guys enjoy yourselves. See you later," as she began walking down the walkway to the beach. Both men were sitting watching Pam as she sauntered between the hills of sand on either side of her, with her beach bag strapped over her shoulder. Once out of earshot, Curlew said aloud, "You have a strikingly gorgeous wife, Bob, and are perfectly justified being concerned about her safety, if that's the case. So I see no reason to parse words, and you should feel free to ask anything you want without fear of offending. I understand and agree with any concerns you might have. If I were in your position, with such a desirously beautiful wife as Pamela, I would feel the same way." "I have no real strong concerns. Pam has a pretty good knack for judging people. If she had any doubts, we wouldn't be here right now. Pam and I have never made a decision that could affect both of us without discussing it, and coming to a mutual conclusion, and agreement. This is why she wanted me to come and meet you. I have complete trust in her instincts. I'd personally prefer to have a casual, normal, and general conversation, and draw my own opinions. I do have some questions about your last name, however, just to satisfy my own curiosity." "Very well, that makes perfect sense to me, and how I like to get to know someone as well. Both parties should agree and be completely candid and honest, with each having the comfort of knowing they have the liberty to feel free to speak openly ... a man to man conversation, if you will." "I wouldn't expect anything less. There is one thing, now that I think about it, that I am curious about. Exactly why, and what possessed you to offer Pam total access to your home and property anytime she chooses without needing to inform you beforehand ... especially after knowing each other such an incredibly short period of time.?" Curlew, without hesitation, confidently said, "Like you, I trusted my judgement, based not only on the short conversation Pam and I had. I can get a good read on someone in a short period of time, particularly in a casual conversation taking place in a relaxing and comfortable environment. This is why I agree and understand your reasoning. Just for the sake of accuracy, I noticed Pam last summer, at that very same beach. I made some unobtrusive and distant observations, and saw quickly that she carried herself gracefully and with poise. It was obvious that she was a very special lady. Purely a visual observation, which is only a part of what is necessary to formulate an accurate and valid opinion of a person. So, in a sense, I've known Pam, to a degree, longer than just one day, as you might think." 'This old man thinks a lot like I do,' Bob thought to himself. "Andrew ... one other thing. Are you any relation to the person that the state road is named after, here in town?" "He was my father's uncle, and lived in the town east of here. Why? Would that have a bearing on you deciding whether I'm a good or bad man, and someone you should or should not trust your wife's safety with?" "Well, no, of course not. When you introduced yourself that was the first thing that came to my mind. I was just curious, so I thought I'd ask," Bob said, with a defensive inflection. Curlew, sensing the change, and said, "Let's cut through the formalities and just relax, shall we? Your wife seems insistent in calling me Curlew. I don't mind ... in fact I rather like it. So, for the sake of continuity, rather than you calling me Sir, or Andrew, if you feel comfortable with it, why don't you just call me the same? Curlew is just fine with me ... I'm going to warm up my coffee, can I get you one now?" "Uh, yeah, I think I'll take you up on that offer now," Bob said, while nodding in the affirmative. Curlew smiled and nodded his head and said, "Be right back. Cream and sugar?" as he got up and went into the house. "Yes, please. Thank you." Bob thought to himself, 'Pam was right! There is something about this guy that shows itself naturally as being genuine, and a good person, just by the way he presents himself in his manor and verbal communication. He's genuine in a very natural way. I think I could get to like this guy. I've got to hand it to Pam. She has a good sense and instinct for people.' Curlew came out a short while later, and said through the screen door, "A little help here." Bob got up and opened the door for him. Curlew handed Bob a cup of hot coffee and resumed his position on his chair. Bob thanked him and did the same. Curlew sipped his coffee, then placed it on the table beside his chair, and sat up a little straighter, looked straight into Bob's eyes and said, "Let's get to the real reason for this visit. My wife passed away 15 years ago. We had no children, so consequently there are no grandchildren. I moved back here permanently 10 years ago, and have lived alone since. Pamela is a rejuvenating breath of fresh air to me. She makes me feel good being around her, and makes me feel things I haven't felt in decades. I enjoy the return of those various feelings and didn't want them to stop, therefore, after some deep and rational thought, I extended this invitation to her, and you of course. She's an extremely lovely young lady, and I discovered rather rapidly that her beauty was not merely skin deep, which makes her very unique and very desirous as well, I might add." He took another sip of his coffee, and continued, "I mean your wife no harm whatsoever, and I say that in all sincerity, and with my whole heart and soul. Pam's a rare and beautiful gem that needs to be enjoyed and protected." He then grabbed his pipe from the table, crossed his legs and began puffing on it. "She is certainly all that and more," Bob said. "What exactly did you mean by her needing to be enjoyed ... could you be more precise?" "You seem like a very alert and bright young man, so I'm sure you're aware of the fact that Pam draws the attention of any man that lays eyes on her without any effort on her part. That attention also includes the thought and desire to be intimate with her. I share those very same thoughts and desires along with them. You must understand and believe that I would never make an effort to satisfy those thoughts and desires with her. Although that is not my purpose for the invite, should the opportunity ever present itself to me, and it was blatantly obvious that Pam had similar desires, I would be hard pressed to turn it down, and more than likely would not. I can't be anymore upfront and honest with you than that. If she never expresses any intention to be other than friends, and is perfectly happy with just using the beach and facilities here, that will be fine with me, and I would be extremely happy with only that arrangement." "I appreciate and respect your honesty, and am fully aware of the affect that Pam has on other men. Hell, I fell in love with her the first time I saw her walking the halls in high school, and it appeared she didn't know I existed, or that anyone was even looking at her. It's something that is natural and makes her even more attractive. So, yes, I understand and realize all that you say. I'm also not naïve and realize that any man would be a fool to reject an opportunity to be intimate with her. It's something I learned to accept a long time ago, and in all honesty, I kind of enjoy knowing and seeing those reactions from other men caused by just looking at her." "So, she's always been this alluring, even at a younger age. This isn't something that she developed and refined as she matured ... that's interesting, and very refreshing, in its own right. I'd love to learn more about her, but she doesn't appear to be the type to consider herself as her favorite subject to talk about. She did mention briefly yesterday, while talking here on the porch that she had made reservation for the both of you, accidentally and unknowingly, at a nudist resort. She went on to say that she ended up going nude there, and that both of you enjoyed it after a short while. I found that interesting and rather intriguing. She doesn't appear to be the type to partake in such things. Would you be open to sharing some things about her that she wouldn't normally share herself? If not, I understand completely, but if you feel comfortable enough with me, and I know that you're very proud of her, so anything you chose to share would be greatly appreciated," Curlew said, inquiringly. Bob thought for a minute, then began. "Pam grew up being overly protected by her parents. They've always been strong Catholics and restrained her activities in a loving way. Hell, I was the first guy she was allowed to date, and that was not until her junior year in high school. We've been together ever since. The winter before you first saw her we finally were able to purchase the house we now live in. We both wanted to get out of the city, and this place was just what we were looking for. " "Pam had always been a kind and compassionate person. When we first began dating and we would talk about the future, she always said, even back then, that one day she hoped to be in a position to do something significant and meaningful for the elderly. That first spring, while she was in the yard doing some gardening, she came into the house all upset and emotional. She was complaining about how the old neighbor in back of us, Charlie, just kept on leering at her lustfully. I tried calming her down by downplaying the fact that he was just enjoying her beauty." "I sensed that air of conservatism in her almost immediately. Her being upset by being, in her opinion, leered at by some old stranger, doesn't surprise me at all," Curlew quickly interrupted. Bob continued. "The discussion continued for quite some time, when I happened past the kitchen window and noticed that this neighbor was an old junior high school teacher of mine, and a great person. I conveyed that to her in an attempt to ease her fury and concern, along with tossing in the suggestion that she might want to play along with this fact and tease him a little with some subtle revealing glimpses of herself. She might make him happy at being able to enjoy the beauty of her youth. I suggested that she might find it fun, and at the same time, allow him to enjoy something that he never thought he'd be able to enjoy again. This might please him and make him feel special. All this might just satisfy her long time desire to do something kind and special for an old man." "And she bought that line of reasoning?" Curlew asked, in a surprised and quizzical voice. "Not at that moment. No," Bob responded. Then he continued, once again. "After much deliberation and thought on her part, she found the thought provoking and interesting, and maybe a little naughty and exciting. A few days later, I had the opportunity to reintroduce myself to Charlie while he was working on his very big boat which was in his backyard, and directly behind ours. He invited me aboard and we sat and renewed old acquaintances, and talked a little about Pam. A short while later, Pam came out dressed in very good taste, as always, but much more provocatively, showing much more of herself than I had ever seen before while in public. Charlie was in awe, and made some complimentary statements, soft enough so only I could hear. Pam put on quite the show while doing her gardening on her hands and knees, not obvious, but exciting never-the-less. Charlie was totally amazed and enjoyed it so much that I could tell he had become very aroused." "I can only imagine, and can't say that I blame him," interjected Curlew, nodding his head in apparent approval and excitement. He moved a little in his chair and crossed his legs. 'Aroused just like he's getting right now,' Bob, quickly thought to himself, before continuing. "After both Pam and I had gotten back in the privacy of our own home, I told her how much Charlie enjoyed her little performance and how it affected him. She seemed excitedly pleased with what I was telling her. That night we had one of the best nights of sex I could remember. I had validated everything that she was doing, by making it clear that she was in complete control and that wherever she wanted to take this, was fine with me. It became clear to her that she had total and complete freedom, and that it would be acceptable to me." Curlew was puffing his pipe like this was the last time he would ever smoke a pipe. Bob concluded, "As the summer went on the temperatures got hotter, and so did Pam. She became progressively bolder, and was enjoying it more. It got to the point where these little teasing shows of exhibitionism were not limited to Charlie's eyes. They ended up, as the summer progressed, to include his brother, Walter, and their friend, Hank. None of this was pre-planned, mind you. Things happened just as each opportunity presented itself, and what she was feeling at the time. Pam has become very comfortable with the fact that she's found an avenue that she can thoroughly enjoy, and at the same time provide pleasure by giving the elderly something that they only now dreamed about, along with it being very exciting for everyone involved, including herself. She was making the elderly feel that there was, once again, more to life than just going through the motions. She's come a long way from the narrow minded, somewhat sexually suppressed woman I met and married. We both love and enjoy this transformation. We now refer to last summer as, 'A Summer of Slow Transition'." Curlew repositioned himself a little by uncrossing his legs and said, "So, what you're saying is that Pam is of the opinion that she's providing a fundamental service to the elderly that they no longer enjoy, while enjoying doing so in the process ... if I'm understanding you correctly?" "Yes, you're perfectly correct. Keep in mind that she is completely cognizant that she must always maintain her own respectability and dignity, while insuring a decorum of the same within the men, with some exceptions, as a particular situation arises. If you know what I mean," Bob said, with a curious smile on his face. Curlew wasn't quite sure what Bob meant by his last statement. It was ambiguous enough that it could be interpreted a number of different ways. Curlew did not want to assume anything at this point, and felt that it would become clear over time. Curlew then took a deep breath and said, "That's a very interesting and somewhat erotic story. So much so that, please don't take offense at my being blunt ... " Curlew fell silent, as he took a large sip of his coffee before speaking again. "I found your story very stimulating ... I don't know what else to say." He then readjusted himself once again and took another big swig of his coffee.