Holidays with Auntie Joan Part 1
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The next year I was able to drive up to M. I was now the proud owner of a cheap second-hand Toyota, that managed to last the entire trip. I had been in a lovely relationship with a pretty, foreign fellow student, who was returning to her home country for the Uni vacation.
On arrival at Joan's shack, we warmly covered each of our major experiences since my last visit. Joan had invested some of her art income into some improvements to the shack - an electric hot water system, a new computer, high-speed internet, a more discreet curtain protecting the bathtub, and improved speakers. She had loaded most of her record collection onto the computer. She even had a lock installed on the front door.
I spoke of my new female relationship and the fact that my homosexual adventures had dropped off significantly, although I was still attracted to the promiscuity they offered. I felt I was considerably more mature socially than last year. My scholastic results were still at the highest level, and I had begun to consider post-graduate studies - still a year away.
Joan had deposited my commission from her art of last year, into my account, and she ran through her plans for the new year, assuming I was still interested in posing for her. Her theme was to return to mimic classic artworks that depicted a naked woman in the presence of one, or more, fully dressed men. Her variation would be to reverse roles, where I would be naked in the presence of one, or more fully dressed women. How could I not be excited?
June had already called me in Sydney, to ensure I would be returning to M, and I had given her a firm date. I drove to her home/shop/coffee shop next morning and immediately noticed some changes. Over breakfast, she explained what had caused her to rethink things, and what she had come up with.
A visit from the local police chief, a close friend, and fellow golfer, had alerted her that last year's activities bordered on being illegal. While there existed no law explicitly banning public nudity for either sex, its treatment was covered in two specific areas.
The main area of concern was covered under various "public offence" provisions. To become an offence, someone had to claim the nudity had "offended" them, or a legal officer had to demonstrate that such public nudity would "most likely offend normal" people. Her solicitor helped put together a strategy to minimise these possibilities.
Firstly, customers must be clearly informed that nudity would be involved, and, if likely to be offended, they should not enter the area that may contain nudity.
Secondly, this area must be clearly designated, and unable to be accidentally entered, or otherwise observed.
Thirdly, so as to remove any doubt at all, customers must be advised that male nudity might be involved, as some people might not be offended by female nudity, but outraged by male nudity. This was not a specific legal requirement, but merely a precaution. June, while willing to comply, saw this precaution as sexist, and ridiculous.
Fourthly, all cameras, tablets and mobile phones were to be surrendered, and safely stored, before entry to the area. This was to ensure no ability to project images onto social media, which otherwise might "offend" internet viewers. It was also probably illegal to put personal images on social media, without the express consent of the subject.
Lastly, it was decided that a club would be formed, membership two dollars, and club articles handed out, specifying activities potentially undertaken by the club. Entry to the "Both Ways Lounge" would be available to members only, via their Membership Card. June, having pioneered the potential market in M, was obviously laying the groundwork for expansion, into other avenues of adult entertainment, beyond just what I had to offer. The "Both Ways" title was to denote "what's good for the goose, is good for the gander". Men could enjoy female nudity in venues advertising such, women should be equally able to enjoy male nudity.
"Get clean and get into your uniform, and I'll meet you by the cash register," she ordered. I undressed quickly, and unceremoniously, eager to get started. I went to the bathroom, where I applied the douche to my bottom, as I was to do each and every day. After cleaning up, I returned to where she waited.
She showed where the cameras would be tagged and stored below the register. The door to the lounge was immediately behind the register, displaying the "Entry Provisions", including the one-time two dollar fee for joining the club, for which each new visitor received a membership card.
"I will knock on the door, for you to open. I will hand you a slip, showing membership numbers. The menu is on the slip, for you to fill out, bring to the door, and knock. I will knock again when the order is ready to be delivered. The order will be in the two-way delivery cupboard beside the door. If things get busy, a waitress will bring deliveries in. You will escort those leaving to the door, and knock, then move away. Your job is to host the Lounge, spending more time with the customers. Any question?"
The lounge itself, consisted of an extension to the wrap-around verandah, opening to a new private courtyard, shaded and cooled by the existing trees. Tables and chairs were neatly scattered about, each one numbered, for me to enter onto the slip. I noticed some discreet lighting in the trees. "There may be some evening activity, from time to time," she explained.
I nervously, but eagerly, awaited the first patrons. Very soon, they seemed to come in a rush.
"Mmm. Nice!" remarked one.
"Good to see you again," enthused another.
"Not at all disappointing," came a third.
On it went, the early arrivers being mostly locals, many familiar, and all obviously excited. After about twenty were seated, I still had not had time to take orders. June came in, and made a short speech, announcing the opening of the new club, and lounge, and introducing "your host". Applause. I started taking orders, apologising for the delay. "Don't worry, we were enjoying the sights," was the general reply.
God it felt great. I had not forgotten the exhilaration, but taking up where I had left off, nearly a year ago, seemed to enthuse me even more. It seemed that many of the guests were also feeling a similar enthusiasm. After delivering each order, I was able to move from table to table, and chat with each one of my audience. This was a whole lot better than merely putting my nakedness on display.
To engage in converstion about my naked body, to describe my feelings of abundant pleasure, to listen to the glowing comments, and then to turn the conversation back to them - I think I could have done this forever. I returned compliments, enquired about their own health, activities, families, warmly and honestly. I obeyed requests to come closer, to turn around, to kneel, all for fuller inspection. This was my element, to give pleasure by displaying the body I was lucky enough to possess, to give these ladies a window back to their own younger days, and to do all this without embarrassment, shame or reluctance.
As the locals began to leave, out-of-towners began to arrive, many younger, some about my age. As before, this group was noisier, more explicit and flirtatious. I rewarded them with an erection, which I made available for very close inspection, whenever asked. More than one touched it, prodded it one way or the other, and laughed as it sprang back. I had become more of a toy, than mere "eye candy". It was hard to move on to the next table, but I knew I had to, or things may have gotten out of hand. It was difficult to handle trays of coffee, without spilling any, in this condition.
All this, every day, for more than four glorious weeks! And at the close of each day, when all customers had left, I was rewarded, and relieved, with an experienced handjob from June. Each time we went through the same routine. She sat, drawing me naked between her legs. She would tenderly grasp my cock with one hand, spreading my pre-cum around it. With the other hand, she would apply some cream to my anus, insert a finger until it met resistance, and then slowly withdraw it, before re-inserting it. Each new insertion tried to dig deeper, linger, then rotate more and more. The finger would bend at the knuckle, seeking out, and then exploring, new territory.
When she sensed that her finger had brought me to a degree of rapture, she then proceeded to savagely maul my cock, until it exploded. Then she would take some of the cum on her other hand, relubricate my anus, and push her finger, now more aggressively, inside, while recommencing work on my still eager cock. I would be shaking, finding it difficult to stay on my feet. Somehow her busy hands kept me from falling, before I pulsated more semen from my cock. Relentlessly, she would continue, usually a third time, sometimes a fourth, until I started to lose consciousness from extreme pleasure, and related pain. As she let go, I would fall into her arms, whimpering like a baby, until she slapped me on the bottom, saying "same time tomorrow", the first words either of us had uttered. Then she softly, but with intent, would push me away, and leave the room. As the days passed, one finger became two, two became three, until eventually, I was able to accommodate her whole fist. I had never believed that this would be possible, let alone enjoyable.
On occasions, a man or two would come along to the lounge, to sit with the women, and see what all the fuss was about. I never minded, but sometimes the older women were a little inhibited in their presence. Once or twice, a table of young men arrived, making no effort to hide their "gayness". I was able to respond to their teasing, flirting, and touching, no differently than I did with the females. Surprisingly to me, the rest of the patrons responded positively to their presence, and their treatment of me. I was there for both sexes to enjoy - giving new and additional meaning to the "Both Ways Lounge".
Back at the shack in the afternoons and evenings, I was also having a great time. Joan had arranged six small groups, to sit with me in mimicking iconic works, with role reversal. It was very hard work, particularly for Joan. All "studies" were commissioned by the women themselves. In two studies, there was a sole dressed subject. In three there were two women, and in the last, three. This meant that Joan had to finish eleven paintings. While she was adept at painting flowers, fruit, wildlife, and a naked me, she had never spent time rendering women in clothes. Arranging the subjects, trying to get us each to remember each pose and combination, and arriving at a consistency in the clothing, all began to frustrate Joan. Before our sessions, she had already spent most of the day, sketching, altering, and resketching.
Early on, the ladies were somewhat coy posing with a naked young man. There was some regret voiced, that they had signed up. But Joan's reassurances, some visible progress, and greater comfort with my naked presence, allowed each assignment to continue. Joan wanted each canvas to be close to completion before I returned to Sydney. Technically, she had only one day free each week, but even then, she could not help dabbling, reworking and assessing. Only on that day, usually a Sunday, was I available to participate in any parties, Joan had managed to book for the evenings. My loyalty was with Joan, but June was starting to press me for more evening work, and I would have loved to comply.
June wanted to exploit her success, very early on, agreeing to an interview with the local newspaper. The coverage was both positive, and restrained, not detailing any actual nudity, of either sex. Some weeks into the season, a female reporter joined the club, took up a position at a table, and proceeded to interview me. She said she was from the regional paper, that she had been told of the club, and had come to M to investigate. Other than revealing my name, I answered her questions politely and honestly. I went to yet another level of excitement, being the naked subject of an attractive journalist's questioning. I could not prevent an erection, for which I apologised. "Entirely natural," she responded. This was about the only detail missing from her report.
We had four Sunday evening parties. One was to celebrate one local woman's birthday. Another was the prize night for the woman members of M's golf club. One was to celebrate Australia Day. These took place much as the usual mornings, except that food was served, and attendees were allowed to bring their own liquor to consume. Quite a few husbands and partners attended the Australia Day event, without any discernable change in atmosphere. I got into a few quite lengthy conversations with some of the men, several of whom showed an interest in having my role.
The standout party was arranged by the LGBT, or LGBTQIA, community. June supervised, assisted by a couple of her burly friends, in case of being needed to control behaviour. Not surprisingly, I became the one most in need of some sort of behavioural control. At some point I abandoned my normal duties, and partied as I had never done before. I drank very little alcohol - I did not need to. June witnessed everything, making no effort to intervene. Perhaps I'll go into more detail, in a future posting.
Before I left M, Joan had gotten her works into a tolerable state, such that she was relatively pleased, and her patrons even more so. I had another year to go for my degree, enough money in my bank account, an expectant audience waiting for what would probably be my last performance next summer, and a girl that I adored, waiting for me in Sydney.
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