Message-ID: <46288asstr$1074503486@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20040118222402.82860.qmail@web21506.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lawrence David X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2004 14:24:02 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Metamorphosis Chapter 1a of 5 (MF first oral discovery naturism rom) Lines: 467 x-asstr-message-id-hack: 46288 Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2004 04:11:26 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, RuiJorge __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Hotjobs: Enter the "Signing Bonus" Sweepstakes http://hotjobs.sweepstakes.yahoo.com/signingbonus <1st attachment, "metam01a.txt" begin> Metamorphosis Chapter 1a of 5 (MF first oral discovery naturism rom) By Lawrence David Oct. 2003 Copyright and Disclaimer: This story is copyrighted material. (c) 2003. All rights are reserved by the author, including that of publication. Posting on-line is only allowed when permission is explicitly granted by the author, and then only for the complete story, including this disclaimer. Contact the author, Lawrence David, at asstr-mirror.org for more information. See http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/LawrenceDavid/www/ for other stories and to contact me. Permission for posting on storiesonline.net and asstr-mirror.org is explicitly granted. The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional. There may be references to real people in a historical context but they are not characters in this story and are not, in any way, associated with the central events of this story. WARNING: This story contains material with explicit and sexual content that some may find offensive and may be illegal in some regions. You must STOP reading if: 1. your are underage (below 18 in all cases or 21 in some regions), 2. this type of material is illegal under any circumstances in your region, 3. you are offended by explicit or graphic sexual content, 4. you are offended by profanity or graphic language, 5. you are offended by references to religous entities outside of the context of religous worship, 6. you have no imagination. Thank you and enjoy. LHD. Chapter 1a "You wouldn't believe how those vehicles were modified for off-road use!" I had just finished talking about a trip I took that weekend with a local off-roading club. "They were so highly modified for off-road use a lot of them had to be trailered to the site because they were useless for road use." "Wow, you mean like 'monster' trucks?" Sam asked thinking about the recent aberration making the fairground circuit. "Well not quite a big as the monster trucks. At least these vehicles recognized the need to be narrow to fit between trees and around rock outcroppings but they weren't too far off that extreme. The thing that really struck me though was that the general attitude that the goal was the modification of the vehicle and making the path as hard as possible - the whole purpose of the outing." "What do you mean? What did you expect?" asked Sam. "Well, my view is that the whole reason for being able to go off-road is to get away from the 'road' and explore places you couldn't go otherwise." I explained. "Hmmm." we all heard a murmur from the end of the lunch table. We turned and noticed Sally who never talks during our lunchtime discussions and she looked clearly sorry that she made a noise as everyone was looking at her. "sorry." was all she said meekly. Everyone turned back to hear the rest of the story but I continued to look at Sally a bit longer because her response had been so out of character. In any case, I continued "I like to explore the outdoors and off-road vehicles give me access to a greater range of places than if I had to go on foot and, at my age," I heard chuckling around the table "the ability to bring the creature comforts in the back of the jeep makes it an ideal combination of exploring and comfort." "Comfort! What are you talking about?" exclaimed Diane. "You don't have showers. I'll bet you don't even have TOILETS for God's sake! How can you call this anything close to comfort?" "Diane, of course we have toilets." I said teasingly. "You DO?" Diane asked naively. "Sure, acres and acres of them!" The table cracked up while Diane went "Yuck! You see what I mean! My idea of comfort is an air-conditioned resort, on the beach, with a great bar by the pool, and a spa." "You can join my wife - that's her idea of comfort as well." I said with a laugh but feeling the sting of this sad truth internally while I joked with my colleagues. Here I was, 43 years old, telling my lunchtime companions about my off-road experience as if I was trying to regain my youth that I feel I squandered over the last two decades. My jeep was probably my expression of a mid-life crisis much to my wife's consternation. I traded in my Nissan Maxima to get a new Jeep Wrangler with every off-road feature that I could get from the manufacturer. There were lots of third-party options available to modify my Jeep even further but I would never be able to convince my wife I was still sane if I started modifying this brand new vehicle. I got away with what I have only because my wife didn't understand the options I ordered with it - not much chance of going beyond this which I guess I knew at the time I ordered it. My wife probably only went along because she figured that, at least, this was a 'safer' mid-life crisis cure than some of the alternatives. It still made her nervous however. At the obvious level she couldn't understand how I could bring a brand new vehicle into the woods and drive on rocks - I might 'scratch' it for goodness sakes! At the less obvious level I had been a stable, reliable husband for 17 years and now there was a certain amount of unpredictability in my actions - at least from her perspective. From my perspective I've always been interested in the outdoors, camping, and the like but since we've been married I had sort of lost interest in these activities. Actually that's not true - I didn't lose interest but I simply 'forgot' about these activities because my wife wasn't interested in these activities. We spent our time together on other things that we both 'liked' and I just stopped doing any camping or related stuff. I guess it took a mid-life crisis to get me out my rut. Or it might have simply been a trip out West to visit an old friend of mine and we had a marvelous off-road camping trip into Canyonlands National Park. It was almost a 'born-again' experience in its impact on my psyche. This was clearly the trigger that caused me to get the Jeep and start getting into the camping again. Sam asked "So why didn't you bring your own Jeep on to the trail? Were you chicken?" "Well, when I showed up at the trail it had been my intention to drive my Jeep but when I saw the other vehicles and the trail leader told me that there was no way my vehicle would make it through this trail without major damage. He suggested I ride with someone else to see the trail and, if I still thought I could do it, then I could take my Jeep on the trail on the next day. I took his advice and I was glad I did! As I said, these guys only went off-roading to prove how difficult a trail they could drive on. Consequently a trail that was probably passable in its natural state had these huge boulders that the off-road club actually pulled ON to the trail! If I had blazed the trail I would have pulled the boulders off of the trail but these guys actually made it harder!" "Boys and their toys..." Diane said with a sigh shaking her head sadly recognizing how hopeless all 'us boys' were. With that the lunch group started breaking up to go back to work. I picked up my lunch things and caught up with Sally as she headed back to her office. "Sally, do you go camping? I got the impression that you didn't care for the off-roading club either." "Um, well, I went on one of those outings and I didn't like it either - for the same reason as you." "Do you camp?" "Um, well, I used to at home but not since I've moved to this area." she admitted but without any obvious interest. "Where is 'home'?" I thought it must be some kind of exciting camping place since we were in West Virginia where there was some of the best camping on the East coast. "Kansas." Sally said passively. "Kansas! I never thought of Kansas as a great camping area!" I blurted out and then realized I was insulting her 'home' and said "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be disparaging but it's just that I'm not familiar enough with Kansas to know where the great camp sites. Please forgive me." "Uh, it's ok. You're right. There aren't any great campsites in Kansas." and with that she turned into her office and closed the door. I felt like shit! Man oh man! How could I be so crass! I had really insulted her. I thought about it and realized that Sally was probably pretty easy to insult. I think she was absolutely brilliant but what a homely, sad creature. No, not sad, but so dour all the time. I've only seen her smile a couple of times and those were either when someone cracked a great joke and she couldn't help herself but she stopped smiling as quickly as it began or when one of those ironic coincidences that she had predicted had occurred because her advice had been ignored - she had this knowing smirk that I only saw when she thought no one was looking. Christ, I work with Sally all the time and really depended on her. I liked her because she was brilliant and had an unflinching integrity which probably got her in trouble more often than not - to me this was a godsend even though I had to smooth a lot of feathers she ruffled. I had to get her to forgive me! I knocked on her door and when she opened it I asked if I could come in a talk to her. She let me in and pointed to the extra seat. "Look Sally, I am really, really, sorry. I know I insulted you and your 'home' and I want to sincerely apologize for my stupidity. Will you please forgive me?" I pleaded. "No, it's ok. I'm used to people making 'Kansas' jokes." "Well, there is still no excuse for it and I shouldn't have. I will try to be more considerate in the future. Maybe you could tell me about Kansas and the kind of camping you did." I said trying to understand. Sally sat there for a couple of minutes looking at me but seeming like she was thinking about something else. I was afraid she was trying to find a 'polite' way to throw me out of her office. Finally she said "Well, I guess it really boils down to that you were right. There really isn't the kind of exciting camping that you find around here - at least, exciting in the conventional sense." "What do you mean, in the 'conventional sense'?" "Well," embarrassed now Sally explained "I guess, for me, I find different things 'exciting' than most people." She paused and finally said quietly, as if she was admitting to a deep personal secret, "Kansas doesn't really have a great topology but it sure makes up for it with wide open skies. As a girl I used to go out into our fields and camp. My mother made sure I was safe so had my Dad set up a tent in an open space far from any trees. I asked my Dad to go to a back field because I didn't want the farm lights to remind me that I was still home. He smiled and understood and we rode out to an isolated field, Dad set up my tent, gave me a kiss and told me he'd be back in the morning. As I saw him drive away in his tractor I moved my sleeping bag out of the tent so I could sleep under the stars. It was wonderful! So quiet and immense! I had all the stars in the universe looking down at me! The light was so bright that I actually had trouble sleeping but I didn't mind a bit - I just loved the openness..." Sally finally stopped and realizing her soliloquy looked down at her feet embarrassed. That was the most I had ever heard Sally say that wasn't a technical conversation! I could tell from the ring in her voice that this was a wonderful memory for her. I don't think I had ever heard her voice like that - it was amazingly pretty given my perception of Sally. "Sally, that sounds lovely! I know exactly what you mean about the openness and stars. I experienced the same thing in Canyonlands when I went there last year. It was a very religious experience for me - and, you know me, I am not religious!" I could see Sally warming up slightly. "Canyonlands! I have seen such beautiful pictures from there. It must be beautiful. So stark but with such velvety textures. Man! Listen to me wax poetic! God! You're going to think I'm a sappy broad!" She said hardening up again. "Sally I could never think of you as a sappy broad." I said joking trying to show respect but then realized I could have insulted her again. "Oh God! I didn't mean that I couldn't think of you as a 'broad' - no, I mean, I didn't mean to insult your femininity. Oh gosh - me and my big mouth!" I was flustered. Sally looked at me curiously not sure how to take me and finally said "No, I'm not insulted. I think I know what you mean but I've got work to do..." I left her office feeling like I repaired the first faux pas but not sure if I created a new one. Maybe I can show her some of my Canyonland photos to make the peace. I'll make a CD tonight when I'm home. When I went home that night I told my wife, Pat, about the trap I fell into with Sally. "You're going to get in trouble some day with that mouth of yours!" she admonished. "I know, it was clearly a no-win situation. I should have just let it drop. When will I learn?" I asked rhetorically. That night I made a CD with my Canyonland photos and made a nice CD label with one of the more dramatic shots I had taken. The next day I knocked on Sally's door and said "I brought you a peace offering." Holding out the CD. Sally looked up, curiously took the CD, and said "Peace offering for what Jack?" "You know, for my big mouth tripping all over itself yesterday. I put the photos I took of Canyonlands on the CD and thought you might enjoy them." "Well, thank you, I would like to see them. You don't have to apologize. I didn't think you meant any harm." she said with a gentle smile - hmmm, Sally should smile more often and was about to say that when I realized that I better just keep my mouth shut! God what a fool! I was curious about her choice of words she didn't think I 'meant any harm'. I know I didn't 'mean' any harm but did I cause any? I wanted to ask her but after my previous close call I thought I should leave her be while I was still ahead of the game and said "Ok then, I'll see you later." and left to go back to work. Later after lunch broke up Sally came up to me and said that she LOVED the photos and thanked me profusely for giving the CD to her. "You are a great photographer and the SCENES! My God they were awesome!" "You're very generous about my talent. Any fool could take great shots with those views." I said humbly. "Yeah, I especially liked the 'view' with you in the shower!" she said laughing a laugh I had never heard from her before. "OH GOD! I forgot about that picture! I just copied the whole directory onto the CD - I didn't review the photos! I'm so embarrassed!" "Yeah, just think what the rest of the crew will think of that one!" she said teasingly. "YOU WOULDN'T! OH GOD, please don't do that! I would have to quit my job!" "Why? Because you'd have 'Diane' pestering you for a date?" Sally asked emphasizing the seemingly loose morals of one of our lunch companions. I was turning so red I thought I would catch fire! "Oh Sally, please delete the picture! I didn't mean to give it to you. I really couldn't live this down." I asked desparately. "Relax, Jack. I'm only teasing you. I wouldn't disrespect your privacy like that. You're 'image' is safe with me." I let out a rush of air as I realized that anyone else in this organization and I would have been toast but I was pretty sure I could trust Sally. "Thank you Sally. I'm sorry I exposed you to that photo. My buddy took it with my camera while I took a sun shower. I didn't even know it until I got home. I was going to delete it but my wife thought it was funny and made me keep it." "Well, you sure did 'expose' yourself in the photo but I'm pretty sure you didn't do it on purpose." I blushed again. Sally continued "So tell me about Canyonlands. It looked absolutely beautiful. Tell me about your trip." I happily told Sally about the trip. I loved that place and was thrilled to tell someone about it. It was weird talking to Sally about it however since this was really the first non-work related conversation that we had had other than the fiasco the day before. She seemed genuinely interested in the trip, how we did it, what the camping experience was like, the logistics of arranging a jeep camping trip, etc. I told her about trips I had done since in West Virginia and she was equally interested in these. Over the next week I had made a couple of more CDs with pictures of other trips I had done - this time looking at each photo even though I knew that the one 'shower' photo was the only photo in existence of me naked. We met a lunch and went over the photos and the other people in our group thought it was really weird that Sally was actually engaged in a conversation. The group quickly got bored with the subject matter however and changed the subject to more plebeian matters. Sally and I continued our conversation without them and eventually sat at another table after a couple of days. "I knew West Virginia was rugged but I never realized how rugged." Sally admitted. "It really is a beautiful place to camp. It seems you only have two trips in the photos you showed me. Do you have any more?" "No, I love camping here but there aren't any people my age interested in doing this type of camping. The younger kids seem to want to race ATVs rather than enjoy the peace and solitude of the place and I don't dare go out by myself. It is too easy to get hurt and one person could easily die if there is no one else to get help." "Yeah, I guess it's tough. I really hadn't gone camping since leaving the farm since none of my college friends wanted to go and now..." Sally just left the words hanging. "Now? Why can't you go now?" "Well, you know, busy with work and stuff..." she said shiftily. "Nonsense, we're between projects and the weather's been great lately. You should take advantage of this opportunity! Why don't we go sometime?" "What? You want me to go camping with you? Won't your wife have something to say about that?" Sally asked incredulously. "My wife? Why?" and then it dawned on me. You STUPID fool! I recovered and said "Oh, right, yeah I guess she might object if I went camping with a 'sappy broad' like you!" Sally cracked up! Gosh she looks good when she laughs. I said "Sorry, my brain was disengaged again. I was having so much fun talking to you about this I just wanted to share the experience with you without thinking about the 'social' implications. I'm sorry - I wasn't trying to 'proposition' you." "I know that silly. I think it's sweet that you wanted to take me. In fact it's quite inviting but obviously, as you'll agree, it is problematic." "Yeah, oh well, it WOULD be fun. Say, how about a day trip? We could take a ride into the woods with the Jeep and be back before dark? There's a new place I've wanted to check out that's supposed to have a nice mountain lake. You can come along to bail me out if I break my leg..." "Wow! It sounds like fun. Are you sure you could stand a day with this 'sappy broad'?" she said joking around. "Sure, I can always use the 'live ballast' to keep the Jeep from tipping." as a look of concern came across Sally's face I quickly said "Joking - I'm joking. I would LOVE to have your company. It would be wonderful to have someone who enjoys the outdoors and experience as much as I do." Sally's face relaxed a bit with that but still had a bit of reservation as if she was unsure whether I was really joking or not. I thought "Christ you almost blew it again you idiot." "Ok, that sounds like fun. When do you want to go?" I didn't want to have her have second thoughts so I said "How about this Saturday? It's supposed to be a nice day and I don't have anything planned." "Well, I have to do my laundry on Saturday." Sally hesitated. "Nonsense. You need to wear grubby clothes on a trip like this! Do your laundry after you get back - believe me, you'll need to!" I thought to myself, I've never seen Sally in anything OTHER than grubby clothes. If she was allowed to wear sweats to work I think she would. She was the frumpiest dresser I ever met. I, and everyone else at work, was absolutely convinced that Sally must have a body like a potato the way she dressed. Hence my rude comment about 'live ballast' - God what an oaf! On the other hand, you'd never know what her figure looked like from the style of her clothes. I realized that I better stop this line of thinking before I said some other stupid thing. "Well, ok, what time? Where shall we meet?" "I'd like to get out early because the woods smell so nice with the morning dew and it is a bit of a drive. Would 6 AM be too early for you?" I might have started even earlier than that but didn't want to push my luck. "6 AM is fine. If you want to leave earlier that's ok too, I don't sleep very many hours so earlier is fine." "Great! How about 5AM and I'll pick you up at your house?" We made arrangements and then went back to work. I was really excited about going out this weekend. I loved being outdoors and this should be a great ride. For some reason I was also excited about being with Sally which really weirded me out considering how frumpy she is. I should talk! A paunchy old man who has to drive in rather than hike in... Her face looks so pretty though when she smiles. What? I thought to myself. Why are you thinking about how Sally looks? She's Sally for God's sake and you're married. What has that got to do with anything I asked myself? I'm only going off-roading with 'Miss Frump' - it's not like I'm going with a 'woman' I thought and then regretted how mean that thought was. I liked Sally and I wasn't going to make excuses one way or the other. I was NOT, however, going to tell Pat who I was going off-roading with - Wive's don't understand how a man could just be buddies with another woman, especially when the other woman was a... Stop That! God I have to get this image of a potato OUT of my head! continued in Chapter 1b <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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