Do you remember when we were here eight years ago? Direct question from my two besties. In the same place where we first met. Summer of 2015. Uncertain times, where? what? who? Which direction? Where to go? What to do? What is the plan? What plan at all? These two romping bitches have adored me ever since. And claimed me. The relationship has become more friendly than sexual over time. Good thing, too. As if I had forgotten them. Had I really become so deeply entrenched in my passionate drive for my dreams and goals? The end justifies the means, the saying goes. Have I really driven the rest away? Or is it still part of it? The perspective aspect of my way of thinking gives Tomboy stress. She rebelliously kicks her feet off the sand and blinds me with sprinkles of water from the sea.
Her angry way of looking at me brought me shivers.Β
Because they were curious. As protectors, it was their noble duty to watch over me. I didn’t like this freaky approach of Tomboy and Sheeba at all. How many were the counters and whether any relationships had emerged. Sheeba predicted the number exactly. Tomboy went into more detail. She was very good at that. I told them about how much fun I had here on the beach. And no time for other for a while. That was clear by now as I no longer paid any attention to them. But they were happy because I am happy. Because they knew anyway. We are friends forever. What started then in 2015 is now being done again, but in the right dimensions. With structure and love. Lots and lots of love. Love in all facets. Love that suits me.Then Tomboy asked me why we dont get sick like other people. Thats true we dont fall ill anymore. Very weird. People around us suffer from obesitas, diabetis, corona, depression and whatsoever. But we dont get sick.Β Tomboy told me that we are already sick in our minds. That is why we dont get sick by natural things. These fucking puta’s really can bring things in such a weird way sometimes yo.
It added a heavenly sound as they both rode away on their scooters. My besties were right. In the new year we will meet. And until then we are friends…forever. Crazy loco friendsΒ
It was almost the end of July again and it was only about two months before it would end. Then the beach clubs stop and close during the winter. After the “deflowering” in the hotel I went to the disco with Iris. It wasn’t actually a disco but more of a karaoke bar. Smell of sweat, beer and tobacco steam was normal here. Fortunately, you could also climb the stairs to a higher floor. A small balcony provided some more air. It was Iris’s regular bar. She didn’t really have any friends. In her own words, she is a bit shy of people. And moreover because she doesn’t trust people. She rather trusts animals and plants. Fuck humans. Iris also does not eat meat or fish. She does not drink alcohol and only smokes herbal things. 420 is that a term for marijuana user or something? More of a fanatical lover of unspoiled nature. A natural lifestyle. Her description was convincing. Pretty relaxing and chill lifestyle. No worries. No stress β
I took a drag from her rolled joint. I had to cough. Fucking hell is this totally pure or something? That’s how she always smokes it. In fact, she has never used tobacco to mix. I recommended damiana to her as a mix to keep it milder. That wasn’t necessary. Then just do longer with the joint was her answer. After taking a few puffs, she put the still smoldering joint back in the tube and replaced the cap. For later of course. First do a few karaoke songs in the bar. I thought it was no wonder that Iris can’t make friends here in this bar. These are not significant people that you can do anything with. Iris had a great time but wanted to do something different. Or had the party ended so quickly in this bar? Iris said this is how it goes in these bars. There are sometimes occasions in the hotel, but they are also not spectacular. She asked me what it was like at the beach restaurant where I worked. It’s always a party there, I told her. Parties are really well organized here. The pure essence of pleasure, satisfaction and love is what reigns on the beach.
Iris found her job quite boring. It’s lonely. It’s only fun if Bella checks into the hotel once in a while. Since then they have become best friends. Best friends forever. Here on the beach in the summer that can have multiple meanings. Iris lived further away. Her parents’ house was about a ten-minute walk away. Situated a bit deeper. Between the tall buildings. Super large house. Fireplace balcony with hammocks. And 5 bedrooms. Iris is American and can look after the house for a whole year. Her brother comes by every now and then. Then there is FaceTime day with the parents. Birthdays, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day and even the parakeet’s birthday are celebrated online. That’s pretty cool. A close family bond. Living so far from each other still so connectedΒ
In her office she showed me some drawings. Naked sketches of women and men. Friends and acquaintances who posed for her. Iris knew I was a model because Bella had already told her that. And she had already looked at both my portfolios. Also the more explicit ones. She thought I was very photogenic and an ideal model for art. Not overly muscular and not too normal. A bit sexy. And certainly not sweet. But not too naughty either. Like there’s a layer of weirdness on me. She delivered her words in a funny, jumpy way. I didn’t know what to say. She positioned me in her studio and took a seat behind her easel. She grabbed a piece of charcoal and did some quick sketches. Unbelievable, she had accurately drawn my face. They are different stages, she said. From quick sketches to ultra-precise details. She found it interesting to make something that is transient eternal. She could do that by drawing it. I looked at her. Her pupils widened in ecstasy. She was completely into it. I understood her completely… I wanted her to draw me. Absolutely. She asked me to undress if Im ready for it. But of course .
Β Once again she looked at me attentively. Her eyes just went straight through my body and from head to toe. It looked like rays of light were coming out of her eyes. She made some sketches of me. I loved it even though she had drawn my pubic hair a bit more exaggerated. But it was beautiful. When I wanted to get dressed she stopped me and pushed me towards her. Now it was his turn. While she was undressing she apologized for her breasts. She thought they were quite small. The first woman I met who cares about her breasts. I reassured her that it doesn’t matter for the shape and certainly not for my ideal image. I don’t have an ideal image of breasts. Every type and variant has its own charm. What she actually wanted to hear was that I do not associate her breasts with sexual expression but simply as anatomy. I was approved… She took off her shoes and socks and a pair of beautiful feet emerged. Pale feet and natural nails. Exactly right. Once she was naked I looked her up and down. She had a piercing in her clit. A piercing with a smiley button.Β
She enjoyed how I looked at her. She swiveled her hips a little and showed me her buttocks. Beautiful! Light pink welts from her underwear showing on her skin. I didn’t use charcoal but saw a case with pastels. The crayon broke and shot at Iris. She rolled it towards me with her feet. I suddenly had an idea. I took the crayon and colored her feet with it. Curling with her instep so I could get good access. Even more colours. And Iris also grabbed some crayons and used my body as a coloring page. It’s special to touch each other with just chalk. We looked at ourselves in the mirror and marveled at the beauty. Another layer needs to be added, she said. She walked to the back of her studio and took a can of paint with her. She dipped a brush into the bright green paint can and painted a diagonal stripe on my chest. Uhhh cold I was shaking. She stroked her brush further down and painted my penis green. She giggled. I took the paint roller and slid it from the inside of her ankles towards her inner thigh. I could already see her smiley glowing… The paint dried quickly and stuck to our naked bodies. Here and there it pulled the skin a little tighter. It gave an extra dimension to the whole. It was as if we were clothed while still being naked. Iris grabbed her Polaroid camera and took a few snapshots of me. Looked nostalgically beautiful. She wanted to stand on the balcony and take a few pictures of it. I also felt this vibe with the orange-red sky with blue tones. It was a really beautiful picture with Iris in front of it as a body-painted model. A these colors! This was just too beautiful to describe.
The great thing about water-based acrylic paint is that it not only dries quickly but is also easy to wash off. We soaped each other with some sort of blend of organic soap and raspberry shampoo and rinsed off in the shower. Barefoot and naked we walked into the room and reviewed the Polaroids. She gave some to me and copied some with her copy machine. She liked them. On the one hand I felt appreciated but on the other hand a bit distant. Iris didn’t want sex. Iris actually didn’t want sex with anyone at all. This was not done in confidence. No, this was something different. Iris is asexual. She had sex several times beforeΒ but didn’t liked it to get attached to it. She prefers to have sex with herself. She wouldn’t mind it if someone watched her while she was busy. The fact that she was already naked in front of me was exciting for her. So Iris is not only a naturist but a bit of an exhibitionist. According to her, it is allowed because she is primarily a naturist and therefore her primary goal is not to show herself, but simply because she enjoys being naked. A bridge to an innocent exhibitionist thought, but only because it has a purpose. That’s the only reason it’s allowed. I agreed with her. Because i understand.
It’s because we are so saturated in our nakedness that we no longer experience the shame of it. And that’s why it’s wonderful to be able to “exhibit” yourself at sameminded. Because only among people who are of one mind can this feeling be a sensation. But also to be proud of your naked body. It is your own body Your own beauty packed into that combination of flesh and mind. present it how you like it. And be proud of it! Iris’s speech was of a high standard. This friend of Bella’s was one of those. I was curious how she got her name. I think Iris means the part around the pupils of the eye. According to her mother, she saw the universe in her eyes when she came to earth. She was the center of attention and because she was so shy of people, people always stood at a distance around her. As if she was standing in a circle.
Β Just like the pupil is surrounded by the Iris…
A special girl to be with. She lit another joint by the fireplace. Leaning one foot over the edge of the couch. Her bathrobe fell open and a flashing light flashed. Her clitoris piercing reflected the light in every way. She saw me looking. My bathrobe also fell open, causing me to sink a little onto her couch. She handed me her joint and…her Polaroid camera. Wait… she first need to put on her sunglasses for the glamour effect. I took a few quick puffs. Inhaled deeply and tapped it into the ashtray. Iris grabbed her vagina. I saw the flashing light slowly flashing less and less. She beamed and moaned with pleasure. I returned my appreciation in the form of my rising erection. There was nothing I could do but just watch. Because that is what Iris wanted. I like it too. It was also good for once. I noticed the essence of the jonko was catching on. Ow yeah!
Because wasn’t it the whole thing from posing to painting each other to taking the shower and now actually having sex on the couch? Is this sex with asexuals? Sexual attraction without touching each other? No penetration of any kind except her own fingers. Or no limbs at all. Just mental sex. How about sexual pleasure but no nudity. Is that possible? Dreaming and fantasizing about sex. But then what kind of sex will you be dreaming about? And then only having sex with herself. This is actually a kind of shy sneaky sex. Auto sex. “Go fuck yourself”, literally!Β What a fantastic time I am having this entire summer. An asexual person is the total opposite of me. How and where are the connecting dots with this person? My mind kept wondering in the clouds of the nice smelling weed. Iris planted them on her balcony. Next to the flowers and other herbs. Does it mean she actually gives design to her growings? Her dedication to nature really impresses me…
Iris interrupted my space by putting het sunglasses on me. My whole scenery became vintage sepia colored. She asks if I wanted it now. Fine. Can I watch you play with yourself? The question and how she asked it sounded so natural. It’s like asking if someone would like to have a drink with dinner. Hmmm was Iris doing an upsell or a cross sell overhere? At least we had a deal. It was now just after twelve. Silent outside. The crackling of the fireplace had stopped and the TV turned on. A French sultry film. Absurd camera techniques and lot of nudity. There was no plot to be seen in the story. Or was I too stoned to follow it? Iris also sank deeper into her couch and took out a suitcase from under her bed and threw some blankets on the couch. She took the robes and threw them in the washing machine. She then took a bottle of Prosecco on her way back.
It seemed like the movie was endless. Or was it mounted in such a way that it looked like it was open ended? The combination of Prosecco and weed then triggered something in Iris. She leaned forward a bit and focused her sights on my penis. She brought my hands to it…I didn’t have to ask because I knew what she meant. I played with my cock until it slowly got harder. I jerked off. I put a little Prosecco on my penis and slid my hands up and down. Iris went crazy. I was masturbating while Iris was looking at me.Together we are in this. Her pupils dilated and her Iris came into sight.Β
It was as if time stood still when I saw “the universe” in her eyes….
We had fun until the seagulls were circling around on the balcony in the early morning. How many times did we masturbated together? Dammit we Iost the count. Iris was very impressed by my endurance and stamina. During the covid area i masturbated a lot i told her. I mastered different hand techniques and massaging methods. She was also not loosen at wrist . Iris had online competions with other girls and boys from her secret network. In the morning i covered her naked sleeping body with a blanket. What a nice body she has. Looked slightly different as she is more vulnerable. It had something of a quiet peace. Beauty isβ¦ in the eye of the beholder. While still covered in some dips of paint. I gave her a goodbye kiss. Goodbye Iris see you soon in the hotel again…
After then i went to Bella’s club and I ordered a chicken schnitzel sandwich with curry sauce and fresh chopped onion. Bella’s grin showed that there had been conversations. Obviously. The news already travelled with speed of light to the whole boulevard area. I didnt realize that some were living across the balcony Iris was posing on. But the girls all liked it. And the boys too. And they want more. They will get more. I guaranteed them. The pleasant vibe with the beach clubs employees are of of a million. Its all fine and okay. Because they exactly know how things are. And that gave me a feeling of trust. Phoebe came also to the club and with her a girl. Her arm was in plaster. It was in a cast because she had an unfortunate fall while surfing. There were a few scratches on her face. It gave her a attitude of danger. An attractive kind of danger. Her sunglasses hid her eyes. But her smile betrayed her state of mind. I threw a virtual kiss in the air. And then i put on iris’ sunglasses…and welcomed Abigail….
*****The End*******
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Eden Part XVI : Abigail
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