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Was haben ein spontaner Blowjob dank Hotel-Bügeleisen, Elite-Partys mit Dresscode und Herzrasen auf Rhodos gemeinsam? Richtig – sie alle haben einen Platz in dieser brandneuen Folge Hotel Anonym, dem LGBTQIA+ Podcast für queeres Leben, Liebe, Lust und Lifestyle. Wir sprechen über unsere High- und Lowlights der Woche, eine sehr spontane Zimmerreinigung mit Happy End, und darüber, wie man mit einem Dancefloor-Moment eine ganz neue Tradition auf Berrys queeren Partys begründet. Spoiler: Es hat mit Lippen, Licht und Lautstärke zu tun. Außerdem geht's um Fernbeziehungen und Urlaubsflirts – ist das echte Liebe oder nur Euphorie auf Zeit? Was tun, wenn man jemanden trifft, aber die Kilometer dazwischen liegen wie ein emotionaler Grand Canyon? Dazu: die große Frage im Bett – Top, Bottom oder Kompromiss? Kann sexuelle Präferenz zum Liebesproblem werden? Und was ist eigentlich mit diesen Elite Gay Partys – sexy Ausnahmezustand oder toxische Parallelwelt mit Dresscode, Sixpack-Zwang und Türsteher-Terror? Auch dabei: Verliebt in den besten Freund – Team Freundschaft bewahren oder alles riskieren? Wir diskutieren offen über Gefühle, Grenzen und den großen Sprung. Eure anonymen Nachrichten hier: https://tellonym.me/hollywoodtramp/ Playlist: https://shorturl.at/fchDM Party Dates & Tickets: https://hollywoodtramp-shop.de/ Instagram: https://instagram.com/hollywoodtramp https://instagram.com/schoscholade #HotelAnonym #PodcastLiebe #Hollywoodtramp

On the final Vinyl Fridays episode of the 2024 season we have the Berry Best, Jason & Mary Berry who, with the bases loaded, bottom of the 9th, clear the bases with a grand slam of a set with music by Wolfie, The Pipettes, The Action, Go Sailor, The Flatmates, Frank WIlson, The Beths and more!  ---------------------------------------------------- Vinyl Fridays theme & transition song by Dazzleflage Bed music: Apache by Jorgan Ingmann             Apache by The Incredible Bongo Band             Apache 65' by Davie Allan & The Arrows                 Biradio.libsyn.com Instagram: @birp60406 Facebook: @blueislandradio If you'd like to support the show visit Patreon.com/blueislandradio

Hoy conocemos la historia de Berry un chico que vivió toda su vida en casas del Pani, hasta que llegó a Aldeas SOS, su infancia estuvo rodeada de niños y casas diferentes, ¿cómo se vive con esta historia?

Dr. Gillett & James O'Hara react To Ken Berrys most recent lab results. 00:00 Intro01:02 Elevated CRP can be seen in individuals with metabolic dysfunction, even without a cold or flu.03:42 Exercise Factor: An A1C of 5.5 is seen in active individuals with low insulin levels.08:16 Cholesterol Levels: LDL particle numbers and small particles are high12:55 Cardiac Scanning: importance of advanced cardiac assessments like CCTA when standard tests return ambiguous results.21:59 Copper Levels: Liver consumption does not lead to copper toxicity; levels remain in the normal range.23:21 It's important not to overemphasize a single homocysteine level due to potential inaccuracies related to sample handling.25:12 A balanced omega-3 and omega-6 profile is desirable. 25:53 Low vitamin C isn't causing connective tissue issues or scurvy symptoms, contradicting common concerns.27:54 Serum vitamin C level isn't a sole indicator of scurvy; clinical signs must match.28:09 An accurate iodine status requires 24-hour urine collection rather than serum measurement.30:27 A coronary CT angiogram is suggested to check for subclinical atherosclerosis regardless of a zero calcium score.31:27 OutroCarnivore Diet Lab Results of Dr Berry & Nurse Neisha - 2024:► https://youtu.be/bFKs65QsugA?si=6s5WGQsJNu9GKaDyFor High-Quality Labs:► https://gilletthealth.com/order-lab-panels/For information on the Gillett Health clinic, lab panels, and health coaching:► https://GillettHealth.comFollow Gillett Health for more content from James and Kyle► https://instagram.com/gilletthealth► https://www.tiktok.com/@gilletthealth► https://twitter.com/gilletthealth► https://www.facebook.com/gilletthealthFollow Kyle Gillett, MD► https://instagram.com/kylegillettmdFollow James O'Hara, NP► https://Instagram.com/jamesoharanpFor 10% off Gorilla Mind products including SIGMA: Use code “GH10”► https://gorillamind.com/For discounts on high-quality supplements►https://www.thorne.com/u/GillettHealth#reaction #carnivore #diet #podcastAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Vi taler om BERRYs lange og glorværdige karriere, og hvordan det er at være CS-scenens måske mest rutinerede, og så skal vi tale om HooXi, der er ude af G2. Vi tager også et smut forbi det nye, danske TSM, og så ser vi frem mod efterårssæsonen.   Panelet består af Martin ‘Rosenchef' Rosenbæk, Nicolai ‘HUNDEN' Petersen og Danny ‘BERRY' Krüger, som senest var træner for Sprout og kortvarigt SAW.  

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Damo and Clarky are back to look towards round three. Hayden Young, Tom Powell, Sam Berry, Tom Berry, the Defender rookies are all discussed + more! Follow @FootyMailbag on socials linktr.ee/thefootymailbag @DamoSC @QuantumJC

Join us for an unforgettable episode featuring Jake, Stevie, and special guest Joe Whittaker, Global Brand Ambassador for Berry Bros. & Rudd. Together, we explore the fascinating world of Berry Bros, from their rich history to their iconic shop on St James Street. Joe takes us through an extensive lineup of their new spring release while sharing insights into their meticulous craftsmanship. Don't miss this exclusive tasting experience and captivating discussion. Please note that the Port Finish – Glen Garioch we discussed may not be available in the UK and is Internationally only, priced at £96. Purchase the Spring Release Here: https://www.bbr.com/offers-our-spring... https://www.bbr.com/offers-own-select... and any other good whisky specialists. Joe:   / thejoewhittaker  

Reciban un cordial saludo. Desde Cali (Colombia), les habla Sergio Luis López, compartiéndoles un nuevo episodio de "Así la escuché yo..." Corría el año 1966, cuando el ídolo de la juventud, el mexicano Enrique Guzmán lanzaba su álbum "Enrique a Go-go" con el cual reafirmó su triunfante carrera musical con éxitos tan recordados como la canción “Rock and roll loco”. Así la escuché yo… La canción de Enrique Guzmán es una versión al español basada en el éxito mundial grabado dos años antes por la mítica banda de Liverpool, The Beatles para su álbum de 1964 "Beatles for sale", en la voz del legendario John Lennon, la cual lleva por título “Rock and Roll music”. Los anteriores temas musicales son nuevas versiones de la canción escrita y publicada inicialmente en 1957 por el cantautor estadounidense Chuck Berry, quien la compuso y grabó originalmente bajo el título “Rock and Roll music” (Música de Rock and roll). Fue tal éxito de “Rock and roll music” a mediados de la década de 1960 que en Latinoamérica se realizaron muchas versiones al castellano. En Argentina fue célebre la versión que realizaran Sandro y Los de Fuego en 1965 con el título “Música de Rock and roll”. ¿Y tú conocías la versión original de Chuck Berry? Autor: Chuck Berry (estadounidense) - Versión al español O. Pino (mexicano) para Enrique Guzmán - Versión al español Félix Lipesker (argentino) para Sandro y Los de Fuego Rock and roll loco -Enrique Guzmán (1966) "Enrique a Go-go" álbum (1966) Enrique Guzmán (nombre Enrique Alejandro Guzmán Vargas, venezolano radicado en México) Rock and Roll music - The Beatles (1964) "Beatles for sale" álbum (1964) Canta: John Lennon (británico) The Beatles (banda británica conformada por John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison y Ringo Starr) Rock and Roll music - Chuck Berry (1957) single "Rock & Roll music/ Blue feeling" (1957) "One dozen Berrys" álbum (1958) Chuck Berry (nombre real Charles Edward Anderson Berry, estadounidense) Música de Rock and roll - Sandro y Los de Fuego (1965) "Al calor de Sandro y Los de Fuego" álbum (1965) Sandro (nombre real Roberto Sánchez Ocampo, argentino) ___________________ “Así la escuché yo…” Temporada: 7 Episodio: 50 Sergio Productions Cali – Colombia Sergio Luis López Mora

Join us on "Green Industry Insights," where host Paul Winski from Texas AgriLife engages in a captivating conversation with James and Allison Berry, founders of Environmental Landscape Solutions. Discover the challenges and triumphs in West Texas' dynamic landscape industry. In this podcast, the Berrys unveil their commitment to sustainability and strategies for tackling the labor challenge. They also share invaluable tips on staying current and knowledgeable in an ever-evolving industry and how the Nursery/Landscape EXPO and its education programs have helped their team gain the expertise they need to excel. Don't miss "Green Industry Insights" for an exclusive peek into West Texas' landscape sector. Subscribe now to gain insights from industry leaders and keep up with the latest trends.

Phillip & Whitney Berry finished second in the Tennessee Young Farmers & Ranchers Achievement Award. As second place winners they will receive cash prizes from Farm Bureau and get to use a new Kubota tractor on their farm for 250 hours. Thomas Capps: Wayne County farmer finishes his second in achievement award. Hello and welcome to Tennessee Home and Farm Radio. I'm Thomas Capps. Phillip Berry:I've dreamed of this ever since I've got in the organization. Thomas Capps: Phillip Barry and his wife Whitney of Wayne County are the 2023 second place finalist in the Tennessee Young Farmers and Ranchers Achievement Award. Barry owns about 500 acres of land but in total farms around 1300 acres. He currently has 125 head of beef cattle and has four chicken houses where he raised his chickens for Aviagen and in total has 40,000 chickens in his aviagen houses. Finishing second in the Achievement Award is something Barry has been working hard for,for many years. He has been heavily involved in Farm Bureau. He's currently the county president in Wayne County, one of the youngest county presidents in the state. Phillip Berry: It means so much to us and Farm Bureau means so much to us. We're just so grateful for this opportunity. I can't wait to get back to Wayne County and tell everybody on the board and show them what we've, what we've accomplished over I mean It's been a while but not really that long. I mean, I've been President for two years now. And since then we've come a long way and I'm just wanting to share the joy with everybody on the county board and get back and spread the news Thomas Capps: As second place winner Barry received some cash prizes from Farm Bureau and he gets to use a Kubota Tractor for up to 250 hours on his farm. Phillip Berry: I've been needing a tractor bad and, It's gonna help a lot. I mean we really needed this. Kabuto has been a big support to Wayne County with the new Ag Center coming in and with Farm Bureau and they're really a big contributor here at Farm Bureau. Thomas Capps: Berry hopes to keep growing his operation and staying involved with Farm Bureau. Phillip Berry: We've worked hard for it. I thought it was impossible to get to this point, but I finally made it. Thomas Capps: All while working in an industry that Barry loves and lives for. For Tennessee Home and Farm Radio. I'm Thomas Capps. Thanks for listening and have a great day.

Back to Dillon one more time this Season!We sit down with the Police Captain and Elementary School Principal.  Ryan and Shannon's lives are marked by service whether in the Precinct, the School, the Ballfield, or among the many in their community.  However, what seems like a simple life together has been marked by difficult times and tragedy.  While expecting their 3rd child, Shannon's Dad was murdered randomly in a local Gas Station. She shares very authentically her crisis of faith moment and how God fought for her and their family during an unimaginable time.  As hard as that time was, their 3rd child was born soon after and had to spend over a month in the hospital.  Hear how they both navigated this time and the impact it made on their life together.  Any Country Music fans?! Shannon gives us her favorite artists over the years and her favorite song.  As a Baseball guy, Ryan has been coaching kids for over 20 years. Hear some cool ballfield stories and how much he believes in the impact of being a part of a team.  All this and more packed into one episode!You will love the Berrys!

Invisible Ground is a podcast series that explores the history of Southeast Ohio communities by telling the stories of its people, places, and events. In this episode, learn a bit more about Athens, Ohio, and its residents and places: the Berrys, the Davisons, Mount Zion, and the Westside of Athens from students in the Andrew Jackson Davison Club at Athens Middle School who researched, written, recorded, and produced these short stories. Funded by Ohio Humanities and the Ohio University College of Fine Arts Community Fund, this episode is part of a project for Tantrum Theater and their debut play Hotel Berry and is a collaboration with Invisible Ground, the Andrew Jackson Davison Club, Mount Zion Baptist Church Preservation Society, the Southeast Ohio History Center, and Athens Photographic Project. And, later this spring, join us for The Ohio Country, a forthcoming series from WYSO Public Radio and funded by Ohio Humanities.  Native men and women from different tribes and their allies—plus teachers, artists, scholars, parents, landowners, foresters, young people, and historians, too—will tell their stories about the about the lands above the Ohio River, known as the Ohio Country. You can listen in this feed, at WYSO.org, ohiohumanities.org, and in all those other places where you get podcasts.

By PickFiction- Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dana Berry blushes whenever her stunning body & looks are commented upon. The daughter of an accomplished fashion model, her genes may get a lot of the credit for such attractiveness. But there never was less of an exhibitionist in the western world (save for the cloistered nuns). But here she stands in Wendy Proctor's front entry, with a dilemma. Her proud husband, Luke; an able young executive, Had bought two very expensive and daring dresses for her, and informed her of two upcoming social events they were to attend. [[MORE]] Wendy greeted Dana and saw the concern on Dana's face. “Luke bought two new dresses for me, and, not surprisingly, they could use some small alterations.” “Did you bring them with you?” Wendy asked, knowing what the answer would be. “Of course,” Dana answered, hurrying to her car and quickly back with a shopping bag that held the dresses. “Luke picked it out, and when I said no, he bought it. I tried to tell him, but he wasn't listening,” Dana sounded a little depressed and defeated. “This dress has a neckline that meets the waistline,” Wendy observed. "I know, and I'm not sure why he wants people to see more of my … ugh, skin.” “I believe that skin is called tits,” Wendy said as Dana rolled her eyes. “Maybe he's just proud of you.” “I suppose,” She took the dress from Wendy and pulled it on over her head. "Well?” “You should really have your bra off to model that one,” Wendy giggled. “I'm not going out with half of my breasts exposed. You know how I hate to show, well, my body, I guess. Can you sew something in there then to kind of hide most of my boobs?” “I could, but what's Luke going to say?” “I'll deal with that. I can give him … Well, you can guess,” The red was now on Dana's cheeks and moving down her neck. Dana carefully unfolded the other dress, obviously much longer and more formal than the red one with the plunging neckline. It was a beautiful gold color. Dana pulled off the red dress and slipped into the gold one. "Good lord,” Declared Wendy. “Dana, when do they award the Miss America crown?” “It is pretty stunning, isn't it?” "It is, particularly with your bra strap crossing the bare-to-below-the-waist back.” “That's part of the problem,” Dana said. “And speaking of leg,” Wendy whistled "Never had a dress with a split clear to my waist,” Dana had a futile look on her face. "So, with this one, you wouldn't be wearing a bra.” Dana rolled her eyes. “And probably little thong panties as well.” “Don't even think that,” Dana gasped. “Well, take your bra off, and let's see how it looks.” “Wendy, I can't do that. People will know I'm not wearing a bra,” Dana looked almost horrified at that thought. Wendy sighed. "Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror. Just look; no thoughts of what you're showing and how much skin is visible. Just look.” “It's for the Christmas party,” Dana said resignedly. “It would be a travesty to alter that dress even a little bit.” “Wendy, I don't know if I can do it,” Dana said, in agony. "Well, Christmas is a long way off, and I suspect you'll have talked yourself into it by then. What's the red one for?” “There's a fancy dinner for Luke's company in about two months. Ugh.” “We'll work on it, and I've got an idea that may help,” Wendy assured Dana. "Okay, here's what I've come up with. Hear me out before you decide anything. I have a little surprise for you,” Wendy paused and smiled. "Besides being a seamstress, I'm also an artist of sorts. I did it when I was in high school and first year of college. Then I got too busy and just stopped. I've kind of picked it up again, and Max has encouraged me, and, well, that's where I'm beginning with you.” Dana looked puzzled, “Come with me. We've turned the garage into my studio,” She led Dana through the house and into the garage. It was filled with canvases, both full and empty. "Wow, you've been working,” Dana said, looking around at the many paintings both hanging and leaning. “Here's the one I finally finished,” she said, leading Dana around the big easel. Dana stopped suddenly, eyes wide and hand to mouth as she stared at the painting. “That's your Max,” she said quietly. “Sure is, and I'm really proud of it.” “Should you be showing me this?” Dana asked, afraid to look at her. “You mean because he's naked? He doesn't mind. He's proud of my artwork.” Dana stared. He was certainly naked. She marveled at the painting. It looked almost like a photograph, but if she looked carefully, she could see brushstrokes. She couldn't believe Wendy was showing her this. Dana finally found the courage to look at her best friend, who was smiling. “Max just posed, and you painted him?” “That's all there was to it.” “So why are you showing it to me?” Wendy took a deep breath. “I want to paint you.” The entire meaning of what Wendy was saying suddenly struck Dana, and a shocked expression filled her face. “You want to paint me … like that? Have you lost your mind?” “Not at all. I can't think of anyone who'd look more beautiful in a painting like that.” Dana could barely catch her breath. Naked. Wendy wanted her to model for her … naked? This was so, so far beyond anything that had ever happened between them, she couldn't imagine where Wendy had gotten this idea. It was … it was … “You'd just pose here in the studio – no one would see you except me. We're big girls now and can see each other naked,” Wendy went to the wall and pulled out a canvas from behind several others. "Here. I posed for myself in a mirror,” she said, placing the painting on the easel. Wendy chuckled. “Plus, you owe me for all the sewing I do for you.” “I'm supposed to trade naked modeling for your modifying my dresses and things?” Dana stammered, “That, plus my good advice on how good you look in the dresses I didn't modify.” That was why she was here in the first place; she was trying to gain enough courage to wear those dresses. And all Wendy could come up with was having her pose naked? Her brain hit the brakes. She looked at Wendy. “So, you think if I can model for you, that would make it easier for me to wear those dresses?” “I sure do, and you might even enjoy the modeling, freeing yourself, going against what you've always been, that kind of stuff. Plus, you'll have a painting to hang in your bedroom. Or your family room,” she added, laughing. Dana sputtered. The thought of a picture like that hanging anywhere in their house had her blushing. She knew that Luke would love it, though. Still, it couldn't hang where people could see it. Maybe in their ensuite. It was large enough for that. She paused her thinking once again. If she was deciding where to hang the painting, that meant she had agreed to do it. She looked at Wendy as she nibbled her lower lip. “When can we start?” Wendy asked, smiling at her. “I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, and I still may back out.” “Don't say anything to Luke. You can surprise him on his birthday or at Christmas. Plus, you'll surprise him when you wear those dresses.” Dana wasn't at all sure that posing naked, in private and for Wendy, would make it easier for her to expose so much of herself to others, like Luke's co-workers. Maybe, but she'd have to see. She remembered wearing the dresses, naked beneath them. And she remembered how she'd looked in the mirror. Yep, she'd have to see. “Let's start tomorrow before you change your mind,” Wendy suggested, chuckling. Dana met her eyes. Still time to change her mind. The single word “naked” hammered at her brain. She was naked when she showered and with Luke, of course. Even that had been difficult the first time. Now, though, it was … Could posing for Wendy be like that, too? It was so different, a foreign territory that Dana thought she was ready to explore. She'd find out tomorrow. Tomorrow came, Luke went to work, and Dana was left with her decision of yesterday. She dressed normally, refusing to let this possibly temporary thing change her life. She walked the three blocks to Wendy's with purposeful strides, looking confident even if she didn't feel that way. As she usually did, she went in the back door and called for Wendy, who appeared immediately, a big smile on her face. “If it would make you feel better, I can be naked too while I paint,” Wendy offered. "Oh, lord, no. That would be weird. What am I saying? This whole thing is weird.” “Well, listen, I've seen you in your bra and panties when we were looking at the dresses, so it should be easy to get that way again.” Dana decided that made a lot of sense. She slowly and carefully took off her shirt, then her shorts. She decided that, since she was in undressing mode, she might as well continue. Eyes closed, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it in place momentarily, then pulling it off, eyes still closed. No comment from Wendy. Feeling a little more confident after taking off her bra, Dana quickly slid the panties down her legs and kicked them aside. She opened her eyes. “I've told you this before, but I sure as hell wish I had a body like yours,” Wendy said, a serious look on her face. "Wendy, it's not..” “ It is, and you know it,” Wendy interrupted. “Now, let's talk about the posing and the kind of portrait you'd like.” She led Dana to the full-length mirror and stood away from it slightly, then motioned for Dana to move a little to her right. “I picture you standing by a wooden chair, your back to the mirror, your hand on the chair, maybe one knee bent a little. Sound good?” Dana wasn't sure how it sounded; she'd never posed before and had no idea. “Let me get the chair and show you,” Wendy said, rescuing Dana from her uncertainty. She went into the house and was back in seconds with a low-back chair from the dining room. She placed it carefully, went to the easel, and checked, then motioned for Dana to pose as she'd described. Wendy was standing in front of her now, staring at her breasts. Flexing and moving slightly, Dana made it to one hour before she needed a break. Wendy brought two glasses of wine, very full glasses, and they chatted for fifteen minutes, finished the wine, and went back to work. She noticed she felt a little more relaxed after scarfing down the wine, something she'd remember. “I'd like to be a little further along before you see it,” Wendy said when they were finished for the day. Tomorrow at one? We'll have a couple of hours,” She picked up Dana's clothes. “Want to leave these here and walk home naked?” Dana rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes, quickly putting them on. They worked tomorrow, and the next day, then paused for the weekend. On Monday, they were back at work, Wendy promising to reveal what she had done. They had been at work about thirty minutes when Max walked into the studio. There was a loud scream. “Sorry,” Max said. “Oh, it's just Dana.” “Just Dana” was frantically scrambling to cover herself, having nothing available except her hands and arms. One arm across her breasts, and one hand covering her crotch, she was visibly shaking. “I got to work and didn't have my wallet. You know where I left it?” “On the little desk in the family room, I think.” “Thanks, and sorry, Dana,” The look on his face said he wasn't really sorry. He went back into the main house. "You made his day, you know. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous and the ultimate babe of babes.” “Wendy, no way.” “Way,” Wendy replied, laughing. “I'm sure that picture of you he just saw is foremost in his mind right this minute. And he'll tell me about it this evening.” She'd heard that from Luke but never from anyone else. Somehow, this was different. Luke was her husband, and of course, he'd say it. Max was just a friend and had nothing to gain from saying it. Wendy teased her about it constantly, but she'd always disregarded it. Now, with Max, did that make it true? When he called her “the babe of babes,” he was talking about what was under the clothes, and now he had seen that. Would he change his mind? “You ready to pose again?” “I think so.” “Well, you're going to have to move your arm and your hand.” It was complete and ready for Luke's birthday after a few awkward “posing” sessions where Dana sat beside Wendy, holding out her hands, having her face studied carefully, and, of course, topless with Wendy carefully studying her breasts and nipples. But, when it was complete, it looked almost like a photograph; it was so finely detailed and realistic. In their conversations, while Wendy was painting, she noted she had other projects in mind. She wanted to take famous old paintings by the masters and create modern versions, beginning with The Nude Maja by Goya, with Dana posing, of course. “By the way,” Wendy said after their last session, “now there are portraits of you, Max, and myself. Only one's missing. Was she hinting that she wanted to paint a portrait of Luke … naked? "Why not?” Wendy asked, seeing the look on Dana's face. “You stared at Max while you were posing. I need to get my jollies too"Wendy, what have I gotten myself into?” “Nothing, except you're way more relaxed showing a little of your body now, and I suspect you may be ready to wear that red dress to Luke's dinner party.” Dana was satisfied that she could do it without exposing anything and had decided she'd wear no underwear for the dinner. She smiled when she thought of what Luke's reaction would be. Plus, she wondered what her own reaction would be, particularly after she'd had a couple of drinks. The way her thoughts about herself had changed, it could be dangerous. “After you wear that dress to the dinner, talk to Luke about having his portrait done.” Dana decided that Wendy was developing an obsession with painting a portrait of a naked Luke, and, despite her reservations, she knew Luke would love the idea. She'd bring it up when she gave him his birthday present. And, she wondered if Wendy would volunteer to paint while she was naked, as she'd done with Dana. “Another project I have in mind is a modern interpretation of Monet's painting' Luncheon on the Grass. It has two men and two women on a picnic with one of the ladies naked. My version will have a more realistic four people naked.” “And should I assume that one of them will be me?” Dana asked. “And the others will be me, Max, and Luke.” “Wendy,” Dana squealed. “I'm supposed to sit there and pose with two naked men there also?” “It'll be fun. I might have to take photos to use. We'll all pose for the photos, and I can use them to do the painting when it rains and stuff.” “It's still naked posing with men.” She'd nearly had heart failure the first time she'd pulled off her clothing in front of Wendy. But she'd done it. Could she do more? Luke's birthday was on Friday, and the dinner party was on Saturday. She was sure Luke would be nearly overwhelmed by the surprises she had in store for him. And there were several. She prepared his favorite dinner on Friday, steaks, baked potato, tossed salad, and a little cheesecake for dessert. After dinner, when he was comfortable in the lounger, she went to the spare bedroom and was back quickly with a large but thin present, wrapped neatly in bright red paper. “Guess what this is?” she teased. Luke made several futile attempts at guessing before she handed it to him. He carefully tore the paper off, then just stared for long seconds. Slowly his head turned toward her. “Dana?” was all he could say. “Do you like it?” He looked at it again. “This is the best gift you could have gotten me. And, I thought it was a photograph, but it's a painting. Did you have … where did you get the idea … who painted it? Dana knew his mind was wondering if some strange man had been seeing her naked while he painted the picture. "Wendy did it.” “Wendy? I didn't know she painted.” “Neither did I, but she showed me two that she had done before, of herself and of her husband” “Max?” Dana could hear the obvious question in the single word. “Yes, and they're both naked. And yes, now I've seen a painting of Max naked,” She wasn't going to mention just yet that Max had seen her posing naked. "And now, Wendy wants to do one of you.” “She does?” “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” she said, giggling. “I'd rather see the one she did of herself.” “I'm sure she'll let you. Maybe as a birthday present.” “Dana, I can't believe that you, of all people, were able to pose nude for a portrait, even if the artist was your best friend.” “She said I owed her for all the sewing she's done for me.” While Luke continued to look at the painting, Dana called Wendy, asking if they could come over, and Luke wanted to see her picture. Wendy laughed and said that would be fine. “So, you want to see my picture, huh,” Wendy said when she answered the door. “Well, if you're willing to show, I'm willing to look.” “On one condition. That you allow me to complete the quartet of paintings.” “Sure. I'm willing to show if you're willing to paint.” They viewed the nude Wendy, Luke trying to be cool about it but failing. They worked out posing times for Luke, talked about the other projects that Wendy had suggested, and Dana and Luke headed home. Luke propped the painting on the bedroom dresser opposite the bed, and the sex that followed was slightly different and much more satisfying than usual. The Saturday morning follow-up was the same. When Saturday evening came, and it was time to dress for the dinner, Dana showered and went to the spare bedroom. Still naked from the shower, she pulled on the red dress, arranged her hair, applied the little makeup she usually wore for special events, added a couple of dashes of her favorite cologne, and went to their bedroom where Luke was dressing. He turned to her, smiled … and then his eyes went wide. “You're wearing that dress?” he said, a huge smile now engulfing his face. She walked toward Luke, bending from the waist and pulling her arms together in front of her. “Dana, no bra?” He looked totally astounded. “Unless you insist I wear one.” He just shook his head and, seeing her smile, had another thought. “Lift your skirt,” She did and received a look and a smile she'd treasure. "That painting has changed you.” “A work in process.” “Can't wait for the conclusion.” “Me either,” Dana replied, wondering herself where she was headed. Time would tell. At the dinner party, she carefully watched the men since most of them seemed to be watching her. Luke was having no trouble finding company, as he seemed to be very popular, particularly with the men. Dana, not used to drinking, had just finished her second martini when a third magically appeared in her hand. The buzz she was feeling was very pleasant, and kept a smile on her face as she talked with the men gathered around her and Luke. Her blinking eyes, pleasant giggles, and body movements had most of the men sure she was flirting with them. Of course, Dana had no idea this was the case. The little clutch purse she carried was a nuisance, and she continually dropped it, bending quickly to pick it up, often in unison with one of the men. A couple of times, she looked down and could see three-quarters of her breasts exposed, or maybe even that next fraction, whatever it was. With the constant movement and the bending, her nipples were anything but relaxed, and she knew they were providing a nice pair of pokies for all to see. She chuckled to herself at that thought, so unlike the Dana she had been. As she finished the third martini, she wondered if she could somehow expose her nipples. She'd have to work on that. The short skirt provided another possibility. She took a large swallow of her martini as they headed to the tables and dinner. As they were eating, Luke said, “Those delicious boobs or yours have already been well-viewed tonight, you know.” “You think so,” Dana giggled, taking a bite of potatoes. “You may be naive, but you're not that naive,” he countered. “With this dress that you wanted me to wear, I don't know how I can keep that from happening.” “I didn't say I wanted it to stop. When I bought that dress, I knew that if you wore it, you'd be observed. I'm just surprised you wore it.” She'd finished the fourth martini and was eating, the effect of the food trailing the alcohol just a bit. “I could show my ass, or my pussy too,” she said, leaning close to Luke and giggling. “Actually, they wouldn't see my pussy, just my muff.” Luke looked at her and smiled. “One more martini and I think I could get you up on the table here to dance naked.” “You think?” Dana smirked. "Maybe I should just take you home before you get into trouble.” Once home, Luke said a quiet thank you to the beautiful painting now hanging over their bed. Dana went with Luke for his first posing session with Wendy. Maybe she'd relax after a few sessions, but Wendy seemed awfully anxious to get with a nude Luke. As long as it was only him naked, it should be fine. She wasn't sure if Wendy did it on purpose, but the painting of her hung right in front of where Luke would be posing. Wendy went through the explanation of the posing, breaks if needed, and the final details she'd need when it was almost done. She'd moved a loveseat into the studio and described how she'd like for Luke to pose. When it was time to start, he stripped, sat in the chair, looked at the painting of Wendy, and immediately began to get an erection. “Is that what you want in the painting,” Wendy asked, chuckling. “I think I've been set up,” Luke groaned. The final result was as spectacular as hers had been and was hanging above their bed. Access to their bedroom had become very limited, and both of them enjoyed lying on the bed and looking at the paintings. Dana had completed her posing for Wendy's modern version of Goya's The Nude Maja. It had been easy posing, and the final result was what Dana had imagined it to be when she went to Wendy's to see it. “It came out pretty well, you think? ” Wendy asked. “Like all the others, it's gorgeous.” I showed it to the Goodwin Gallery downtown. They want to display it for six months.“ Dana's eyes opened wide. "They're sure it will sell during that time too.” “Wendy, that's me in that painting,” Dana said, her heart pounding. “And you look perfect there.” “I'm naked.” “Well, if you say so, I won't do it,” Wendy answered, a defeated look on her face. “Oh, pile the guilt on me,” Dana said, laughing. But what Wendy said was true. She didn't know anyone who visited those galleries. But it was her face … and the rest of her, too. This was a real test of the changed Dana. She took a deep breath. “Oh, hell, go ahead.” She received a big hug from Wendy. “Thanks.” “Now that we've settled that, what are we going to do to celebrate National Nude Day?” “Huh?” “It's July fourteenth, and that's just a few days away. We need to plan something.” A good bit of discussion followed, with many possibilities explored. They parted, leaving the final decision hanging. The next day they talked for an hour. The plan was set and would be a surprise to the men, particularly since neither of them was aware that National Nude Day existed. “Guess what, babe?” Dana said when dinner was finished. “Um, how many guesses do I get?” “Just be quiet. Today is National Nude Day, and we need to celebrate.” Luke began unbuttoning his shirt.“ "Slow down, tiger. The celebration begins after dark.” “Go on.” “I'll update you then.” It was an enticingly nerve-wracking evening for Luke, his imagination sparked by those four letters. N-U-D-E. He kept watching Dana, chagrined to see how much she was enjoying tormenting him. “It's almost dark,” he finally said, a hopeful tone to his voice. “Fill me in.” Dana smiled. “We're going to Wendy and Max's to celebrate.” “Oh, nice.” “We're going to walk.” “Okay.” “Naked.” “No shit?” “Yup. We leave our clothes here and walk.” “So, you're going to be outdoors naked?” “That's the plan.” Both of them stripped, followed by Luke chasing a squealing Dana two laps around the entire downstairs. Still giggling, they closed up the house, hiding a key under a rock, and started their trip. The street lights were all on the same side of the street, which would hopefully help them stay unobserved. They stayed behind bushes when they could, and when a car passed, they hid, with Dana learning over to make sure it was past them. It was all Luke needed, and his hand was immediately between her legs, massaging gently. “Luke, stop,” she pleaded, grabbing his arm. A few more seconds of enjoyment, and he relented. They arrived at the Proctor's panting for breath, Luke having chased Dana the last one hundred yards, tickling her at nearly every step. They were greeted by a naked Wendy, which brought a smile to Luke's face. He'd seen the painting, but reality was much more juicy. He received a knowing smile in return. Once inside, they met Max, who was also naked. Dana was astounded that all four of them were ready to spend an evening together … naked. She found herself repeatedly “checking out” Max, or at least checking his manhood which didn't seem to be totally limp. She smiled at that, knowing that Luke was doing the same with Wendy. “We have martinis, Dana. I understand you like them,” Max said, smiling. He filled a rather large glass and handed it to Dana, then filled three more and passed them around. “Don't worry, if you get too buzzed, you're welcome to spend the night here.” A pair of chuckles, and soon, second glasses were being poured. These were larger glasses than they'd had at the dinner, so Dana knew the effects would arrive sooner. They discussed the paintings, Dana being challenged to go to the downtown gallery to view her naked body. As she pictured that, she heard the words, “are you the model?” and it caused her to tremble and tingle as well. The second glass had been emptied, and Dana was flying low, a very contented feeling filling her brain as a “what the hell” feeling surged through her body. She sat on a chair across from Max, watching his erection slowly growing. In her muddled state, she realized she was sitting very comfortably with her legs spread enough that her muff was no longer shielding her pussy. When she glanced down, she could clearly see her parted labia. She smiled at Max, and he returned the smile. She felt sorry for him in that condition, his erection very prominent and needing help. She walked unsteadily to his chair and dropped to the floor on hands and knees. “Poor thing,” she chuckled, blinking her eyes at him. She licked her lips, and her hand took hold of him. She loved the groan she heard, her innate sensuality bubbling to the surface. For a second, she thought of using her mouth but decided her hand would do the job. She began a slow but steady pumping, the kind that Luke particularly enjoyed. “Is that good?” she asked. Max simply groaned. Luke watched what was happening, realizing that he was getting hard from the watching. A quick look at Wendy – she was looking at him and nodding. On hands and knees, she crossed to his chair and, unlike Dana, was perfectly willing to use her mouth, surrounding the head with her lips and caressing it with her tongue. Wendy wasn't Dana, but right this instant, she was amazing, her breasts rubbing his legs as her mouth enveloped his erection. He closed his eyes, enveloped in what she was doing to him. Max was ready to explode. This exceptionally beautiful woman was massaging his cock, and, not to miss an opportunity, he leaned forward and began squeezing those fantastic breasts he had seen once before. The nipples were hard, the skin soft and smooth, the breasts amazingly firm and, well, just perfect. He looked across at Wendy and was jealous. He wanted that but didn't know how to make it happen. He'd try. “Look at Luke,” he whispered in Dana's ear. She released him and turned her head. Then her eyes rolled to his, and she smiled. In seconds, her lips closed on his cock and slid down nearly to the base. He grunted as her head began to bob up and down, faster and faster. She was better at this than Wendy, he decided. “Gonna come,” he grunted, and her hand was back in action, streams of milky liquid landing on her hair, her face, those beautiful breasts, and finally dribbling down her hand and arm. Their eyes met. “Better now?” she asked, her speech still a little slurred. She was still gripping his erection, and Max wasn't sure he could speak. “Yeah, much better,” he finally said to Dana's answering giggle. She stumbled back to her chair and watched as Luke shot spunk on Wendy's face and breasts as well, then held up her glass. Max rose slowly, took the glass, and filled it, returning it to Dana, who took a big swallow. She wondered what might happen after the third glass. Right now, though, Wendy was reaching for her hand to guide her to the bathroom. She chuckled as she realized they were both a bit of a mess. The trip to the bathroom was a little awkward, with both of them bumping walls and stumbling repeatedly, each helping to support the other. “Max was in heaven,” Wendy said a little unevenly. “I made him get hard and thought I needed to take care of it,” Dana replied. “Maybe I shouldn't have done that.” “He thinks you're the best there is. You made him a happy camper. He'll remember that … and remind me about it forever,” Wendy finished with a giggle. "Wendy, he loves you,” Dana replied as she washed the sticky cum off her face. “I know he does,” and I don't mind him thinking that about you. I just know he never dreamed something like that would happen.“ "He gave my boobs a good squeezing, too,” She paused her scrubbing for a second. "You seemed to do a good job with Luke, too. "He didn't try to fight me off, that's for sure. Max says something about getting a little ‘strange' can be fun when he's teasing me. We weren't exactly doing that, but it was fun.” “Hold still,” Dana said, taking a wet washcloth and cleaning two strings of gooey liquid from Wendy's hair. Wendy took the cloth and did the same for Dana.“ They looked at each other. "They owe us,” Wendy said. “Are you game?” “I'm ready.” Back to the family room they went, and Dana drained the last of her third glass. She saw Max eyeing her with a smile. Wendy went straight to Luke and sat down next to him. Dana went to where she had been earlier, sat down, and spread her legs. She smiled as Max's cock was already responding, and he dropped to his hands and knees and came toward her. It felt so strange in a way, legs spread wide, womanhood in full view, and a different man heading toward her. It was her good friend, Max, but what if it was someone else. She shivered as Max touched her legs, then began kissing his way from her knee to her crotch. There were all sorts of possibilities, and she wondered what all he might do. “You ready?” he murmured, looking up at her. She bit her lower lip, nodding. His finger traced her cleft from top to bottom and back again, over and over, not probing, just caressing. That had never happened to her before, and she was nearly frantic, wanting him to do more. At last, he did, stroking over and over the pinkness between her vagina and her clitoris, not touching either. Breathing was getting more difficult, and she knew her body was glistening. She forced herself to look at Max – his eyebrows were raised, he was smiling and licking his lips. She knew that if he didn't do more soon, she'd have to grab his hand and make the decision for him. At last, his finger probed, sliding slowly inside her. Her hips pressed forward to meet his thrust, forcing his finger deeper. She felt a second finger and then a third. Without even thinking about it, her hips were moving back and forth on the fingers. “You like that, don't you?” he said softly. All Dana could do was moan and press forward with her hips. “How about this,” he asked as one finger slid across her clitoris. Dana jerked, a sharp moan escaping her throat. “I'll take that as a yes,” Max said, his finger flicking back and forth across her swollen clit. Dana couldn't control the moans that seemed to be getting louder and louder. This was different than she was used to as Max's tongue and finger alternated with almost the same flicking motions. Luke used his lips much more than Max, but the flicking had her body heating, sensations racing through her as she felt his fingers moving faster and faster. It was going to happen, and the spasms began with a long and loud moan, followed by more spasms and staccato moans as her body shuddered, every muscle contracting over and over. “Stop, please,” she finally said through her labored breathing. He did and said, “Look over there,” a very wet finger pointing toward the other couple where Luke's face was buried between Wendy's widely spread legs, her body mimicking what had just happened with Dana. Dana watched as Max reluctantly sat back on his haunches, giving her pussy a last look before standing. She smiled as his erection was still very prominent. Wendy had brought her legs together, and Luke stood beside the couch. “It's midnight,” Luke said. “Nude Day is over.” “No, it's not,” Wendy countered. “Let's go out in the yard and practice posing for the luncheon picture I'm planning to do.” Max offered his hand to Dana, and she stood, as did Wendy. Outside in the yard, and naked? This was something new. It was a warm night in July, and there was no dew on the grass yet, so sitting and posing was fun, filled with pushing and touching and lots of laughing. The yard was fairly private, but none of them were thinking of that as they listened to the crickets chirping and the cicadas singing their mating songs. There was even the unmistakable sharp chirp of a whippoorwill. When they finished with the supposed posing practice, Luke crawled across the grass to Dana. “I heard you,” he said, kissing her ear. “You should have been taking care of Wendy and ignoring me,” she answered with a chuckle. “I was doing that, but it must have been good, right?” She looked at him in the glow of the moonlight. “It was … different.” “That's what Wendy said, too. It was so strange, hearing those gorgeous moans, but being so far away.” “That isn't fair; I couldn't hear you at all.” “I doubt you were hearing anything. I just wish I could have watched it.” “You mean you'd have liked to see another man make me come?” “As long as you're still mine, yeah.” “That's not an issue, and I did see the very end of Wendy taking care of you. It was, well, fascinating and exciting, too. "How about me taking care of you right now and right here?” Luke said, sliding his hand along Dana's thigh. “You want to make me come again?” “More than that.” “Oh, god, Luke. Wendy and Max are right there.” “And when they see us … they'll join us,” He pushed her back so she was flat on the grass and spread her legs. "I guess I don't have much choice now,” she whispered. “You can say no if you'd like,” he said as he pressed his erection against her. She groaned and pulled him onto her. Just as predicted, Wendy and Max, ten feet from them, joined them within seconds. On Saturday, Wendy dragged Dana to the little downtown gallery to see her painting. Dana piled her hair into a bun, wore dark glasses, and a plain, loose-fitting dress to disguise herself as much as possible. It was a special day at the gallery, and it was fairly well packed. Wendy went to talk to the owner, and Dana stood by herself to view the well-lit display. By herself was a misnomer, as there were many people standing around with her, looking. “Unique idea,” a lady shared with her. “And the model is beautiful as well.” Dana smiled as she nearly said thank you to the lady. She listened to more comments, blushing slightly despite her disguise. When Wendy returned, she asked Dana if people seemed to like it. “Everything I've heard so far is good.” “The owner says he's had several offers to purchase it. The last one was for five thousand dollars, from an older gentleman who said he'd double the offer if he could meet the model.” “Wendy, no way,” Dana said, looking around guiltily. “I told her that wouldn't happen, and she was going to go back to the gentleman for a response.” Dana thought for a moment. “So, if I just meet the guy, you'll get an extra five thousand?” “Minus a commission, of course,” She received a nudge in the ribs for that. Dana remembered when she'd posed for that picture, and the one of herself, how nervous and embarrassed she'd been to expose her body. Then Wendy has told her about the gallery and the painting being on display. She had rebelled at first, then agreed. Now she was standing in front of the painting, and no one had recognized her. With the many things that had happened since, particularly the National Nude Day celebration just two days ago, she felt much differently about herself than she had then. She smiled at Wendy. "Tell your friend to get as much out of the old guy as she can, but I'll be happy to meet him so the artist can receive an additional five grand, or whatever the doubling might be.” “Are you sure, Dana?' "Yeah, and maybe I'll give him his own personal viewing, you know.” “Dana!” It was Wendy's turn to look appalled. The patron of the arts upped his offer to ten thousand dollars, which Wendy promised to share some with Dana. The meeting with the gentleman was very pleasant – dinner at the Downtown Athletic Club. Dana didn't give him a “personal viewing,” but she did wear the red dress, which she was sure it made the old guy's heart pound a little harder. When the Proctors or the Berrys went to the other's house for dinner or games, it was after dark and interesting. With cooler weather approaching, they were both sure it would get even more interesting. On “very special” nights, their times together were very interesting and delightfully exciting, their experimentation becoming more and more sensual and … well, just, you can imagine. Dana had changed dramatically and was loving it. She could dress as she wanted, act as she wanted, and be who she wanted. And Luke had never been more proud of his wife. When other men gawked at her, he loved her even more. Perhaps he was changing too. They'd both decided that National Nude Day had accomplished that, or at least put the final stamp on everything. By PickFiction for Literotica

By PickFiction- Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dana Berry blushes whenever her stunning body & looks are commented upon. The daughter of an accomplished fashion model, her genes may get a lot of the credit for such attractiveness. But there never was less of an exhibitionist in the western world (save for the cloistered nuns). But here she stands in Wendy Proctor's front entry, with a dilemma. Her proud husband, Luke; an able young executive, Had bought two very expensive and daring dresses for her, and informed her of two upcoming social events they were to attend. [[MORE]] Wendy greeted Dana and saw the concern on Dana's face. “Luke bought two new dresses for me, and, not surprisingly, they could use some small alterations.” “Did you bring them with you?” Wendy asked, knowing what the answer would be. “Of course,” Dana answered, hurrying to her car and quickly back with a shopping bag that held the dresses. “Luke picked it out, and when I said no, he bought it. I tried to tell him, but he wasn't listening,” Dana sounded a little depressed and defeated. “This dress has a neckline that meets the waistline,” Wendy observed. "I know, and I'm not sure why he wants people to see more of my … ugh, skin.” “I believe that skin is called tits,” Wendy said as Dana rolled her eyes. “Maybe he's just proud of you.” “I suppose,” She took the dress from Wendy and pulled it on over her head. "Well?” “You should really have your bra off to model that one,” Wendy giggled. “I'm not going out with half of my breasts exposed. You know how I hate to show, well, my body, I guess. Can you sew something in there then to kind of hide most of my boobs?” “I could, but what's Luke going to say?” “I'll deal with that. I can give him … Well, you can guess,” The red was now on Dana's cheeks and moving down her neck. Dana carefully unfolded the other dress, obviously much longer and more formal than the red one with the plunging neckline. It was a beautiful gold color. Dana pulled off the red dress and slipped into the gold one. "Good lord,” Declared Wendy. “Dana, when do they award the Miss America crown?” “It is pretty stunning, isn't it?” "It is, particularly with your bra strap crossing the bare-to-below-the-waist back.” “That's part of the problem,” Dana said. “And speaking of leg,” Wendy whistled "Never had a dress with a split clear to my waist,” Dana had a futile look on her face. "So, with this one, you wouldn't be wearing a bra.” Dana rolled her eyes. “And probably little thong panties as well.” “Don't even think that,” Dana gasped. “Well, take your bra off, and let's see how it looks.” “Wendy, I can't do that. People will know I'm not wearing a bra,” Dana looked almost horrified at that thought. Wendy sighed. "Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror. Just look; no thoughts of what you're showing and how much skin is visible. Just look.” “It's for the Christmas party,” Dana said resignedly. “It would be a travesty to alter that dress even a little bit.” “Wendy, I don't know if I can do it,” Dana said, in agony. "Well, Christmas is a long way off, and I suspect you'll have talked yourself into it by then. What's the red one for?” “There's a fancy dinner for Luke's company in about two months. Ugh.” “We'll work on it, and I've got an idea that may help,” Wendy assured Dana. "Okay, here's what I've come up with. Hear me out before you decide anything. I have a little surprise for you,” Wendy paused and smiled. "Besides being a seamstress, I'm also an artist of sorts. I did it when I was in high school and first year of college. Then I got too busy and just stopped. I've kind of picked it up again, and Max has encouraged me, and, well, that's where I'm beginning with you.” Dana looked puzzled, “Come with me. We've turned the garage into my studio,” She led Dana through the house and into the garage. It was filled with canvases, both full and empty. "Wow, you've been working,” Dana said, looking around at the many paintings both hanging and leaning. “Here's the one I finally finished,” she said, leading Dana around the big easel. Dana stopped suddenly, eyes wide and hand to mouth as she stared at the painting. “That's your Max,” she said quietly. “Sure is, and I'm really proud of it.” “Should you be showing me this?” Dana asked, afraid to look at her. “You mean because he's naked? He doesn't mind. He's proud of my artwork.” Dana stared. He was certainly naked. She marveled at the painting. It looked almost like a photograph, but if she looked carefully, she could see brushstrokes. She couldn't believe Wendy was showing her this. Dana finally found the courage to look at her best friend, who was smiling. “Max just posed, and you painted him?” “That's all there was to it.” “So why are you showing it to me?” Wendy took a deep breath. “I want to paint you.” The entire meaning of what Wendy was saying suddenly struck Dana, and a shocked expression filled her face. “You want to paint me … like that? Have you lost your mind?” “Not at all. I can't think of anyone who'd look more beautiful in a painting like that.” Dana could barely catch her breath. Naked. Wendy wanted her to model for her … naked? This was so, so far beyond anything that had ever happened between them, she couldn't imagine where Wendy had gotten this idea. It was … it was … “You'd just pose here in the studio – no one would see you except me. We're big girls now and can see each other naked,” Wendy went to the wall and pulled out a canvas from behind several others. "Here. I posed for myself in a mirror,” she said, placing the painting on the easel. Wendy chuckled. “Plus, you owe me for all the sewing I do for you.” “I'm supposed to trade naked modeling for your modifying my dresses and things?” Dana stammered, “That, plus my good advice on how good you look in the dresses I didn't modify.” That was why she was here in the first place; she was trying to gain enough courage to wear those dresses. And all Wendy could come up with was having her pose naked? Her brain hit the brakes. She looked at Wendy. “So, you think if I can model for you, that would make it easier for me to wear those dresses?” “I sure do, and you might even enjoy the modeling, freeing yourself, going against what you've always been, that kind of stuff. Plus, you'll have a painting to hang in your bedroom. Or your family room,” she added, laughing. Dana sputtered. The thought of a picture like that hanging anywhere in their house had her blushing. She knew that Luke would love it, though. Still, it couldn't hang where people could see it. Maybe in their ensuite. It was large enough for that. She paused her thinking once again. If she was deciding where to hang the painting, that meant she had agreed to do it. She looked at Wendy as she nibbled her lower lip. “When can we start?” Wendy asked, smiling at her. “I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, and I still may back out.” “Don't say anything to Luke. You can surprise him on his birthday or at Christmas. Plus, you'll surprise him when you wear those dresses.” Dana wasn't at all sure that posing naked, in private and for Wendy, would make it easier for her to expose so much of herself to others, like Luke's co-workers. Maybe, but she'd have to see. She remembered wearing the dresses, naked beneath them. And she remembered how she'd looked in the mirror. Yep, she'd have to see. “Let's start tomorrow before you change your mind,” Wendy suggested, chuckling. Dana met her eyes. Still time to change her mind. The single word “naked” hammered at her brain. She was naked when she showered and with Luke, of course. Even that had been difficult the first time. Now, though, it was … Could posing for Wendy be like that, too? It was so different, a foreign territory that Dana thought she was ready to explore. She'd find out tomorrow. Tomorrow came, Luke went to work, and Dana was left with her decision of yesterday. She dressed normally, refusing to let this possibly temporary thing change her life. She walked the three blocks to Wendy's with purposeful strides, looking confident even if she didn't feel that way. As she usually did, she went in the back door and called for Wendy, who appeared immediately, a big smile on her face. “If it would make you feel better, I can be naked too while I paint,” Wendy offered. "Oh, lord, no. That would be weird. What am I saying? This whole thing is weird.” “Well, listen, I've seen you in your bra and panties when we were looking at the dresses, so it should be easy to get that way again.” Dana decided that made a lot of sense. She slowly and carefully took off her shirt, then her shorts. She decided that, since she was in undressing mode, she might as well continue. Eyes closed, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it in place momentarily, then pulling it off, eyes still closed. No comment from Wendy. Feeling a little more confident after taking off her bra, Dana quickly slid the panties down her legs and kicked them aside. She opened her eyes. “I've told you this before, but I sure as hell wish I had a body like yours,” Wendy said, a serious look on her face. "Wendy, it's not..” “ It is, and you know it,” Wendy interrupted. “Now, let's talk about the posing and the kind of portrait you'd like.” She led Dana to the full-length mirror and stood away from it slightly, then motioned for Dana to move a little to her right. “I picture you standing by a wooden chair, your back to the mirror, your hand on the chair, maybe one knee bent a little. Sound good?” Dana wasn't sure how it sounded; she'd never posed before and had no idea. “Let me get the chair and show you,” Wendy said, rescuing Dana from her uncertainty. She went into the house and was back in seconds with a low-back chair from the dining room. She placed it carefully, went to the easel, and checked, then motioned for Dana to pose as she'd described. Wendy was standing in front of her now, staring at her breasts. Flexing and moving slightly, Dana made it to one hour before she needed a break. Wendy brought two glasses of wine, very full glasses, and they chatted for fifteen minutes, finished the wine, and went back to work. She noticed she felt a little more relaxed after scarfing down the wine, something she'd remember. “I'd like to be a little further along before you see it,” Wendy said when they were finished for the day. Tomorrow at one? We'll have a couple of hours,” She picked up Dana's clothes. “Want to leave these here and walk home naked?” Dana rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes, quickly putting them on. They worked tomorrow, and the next day, then paused for the weekend. On Monday, they were back at work, Wendy promising to reveal what she had done. They had been at work about thirty minutes when Max walked into the studio. There was a loud scream. “Sorry,” Max said. “Oh, it's just Dana.” “Just Dana” was frantically scrambling to cover herself, having nothing available except her hands and arms. One arm across her breasts, and one hand covering her crotch, she was visibly shaking. “I got to work and didn't have my wallet. You know where I left it?” “On the little desk in the family room, I think.” “Thanks, and sorry, Dana,” The look on his face said he wasn't really sorry. He went back into the main house. "You made his day, you know. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous and the ultimate babe of babes.” “Wendy, no way.” “Way,” Wendy replied, laughing. “I'm sure that picture of you he just saw is foremost in his mind right this minute. And he'll tell me about it this evening.” She'd heard that from Luke but never from anyone else. Somehow, this was different. Luke was her husband, and of course, he'd say it. Max was just a friend and had nothing to gain from saying it. Wendy teased her about it constantly, but she'd always disregarded it. Now, with Max, did that make it true? When he called her “the babe of babes,” he was talking about what was under the clothes, and now he had seen that. Would he change his mind? “You ready to pose again?” “I think so.” “Well, you're going to have to move your arm and your hand.” It was complete and ready for Luke's birthday after a few awkward “posing” sessions where Dana sat beside Wendy, holding out her hands, having her face studied carefully, and, of course, topless with Wendy carefully studying her breasts and nipples. But, when it was complete, it looked almost like a photograph; it was so finely detailed and realistic. In their conversations, while Wendy was painting, she noted she had other projects in mind. She wanted to take famous old paintings by the masters and create modern versions, beginning with The Nude Maja by Goya, with Dana posing, of course. “By the way,” Wendy said after their last session, “now there are portraits of you, Max, and myself. Only one's missing. Was she hinting that she wanted to paint a portrait of Luke … naked? "Why not?” Wendy asked, seeing the look on Dana's face. “You stared at Max while you were posing. I need to get my jollies too"Wendy, what have I gotten myself into?” “Nothing, except you're way more relaxed showing a little of your body now, and I suspect you may be ready to wear that red dress to Luke's dinner party.” Dana was satisfied that she could do it without exposing anything and had decided she'd wear no underwear for the dinner. She smiled when she thought of what Luke's reaction would be. Plus, she wondered what her own reaction would be, particularly after she'd had a couple of drinks. The way her thoughts about herself had changed, it could be dangerous. “After you wear that dress to the dinner, talk to Luke about having his portrait done.” Dana decided that Wendy was developing an obsession with painting a portrait of a naked Luke, and, despite her reservations, she knew Luke would love the idea. She'd bring it up when she gave him his birthday present. And, she wondered if Wendy would volunteer to paint while she was naked, as she'd done with Dana. “Another project I have in mind is a modern interpretation of Monet's painting' Luncheon on the Grass. It has two men and two women on a picnic with one of the ladies naked. My version will have a more realistic four people naked.” “And should I assume that one of them will be me?” Dana asked. “And the others will be me, Max, and Luke.” “Wendy,” Dana squealed. “I'm supposed to sit there and pose with two naked men there also?” “It'll be fun. I might have to take photos to use. We'll all pose for the photos, and I can use them to do the painting when it rains and stuff.” “It's still naked posing with men.” She'd nearly had heart failure the first time she'd pulled off her clothing in front of Wendy. But she'd done it. Could she do more? Luke's birthday was on Friday, and the dinner party was on Saturday. She was sure Luke would be nearly overwhelmed by the surprises she had in store for him. And there were several. She prepared his favorite dinner on Friday, steaks, baked potato, tossed salad, and a little cheesecake for dessert. After dinner, when he was comfortable in the lounger, she went to the spare bedroom and was back quickly with a large but thin present, wrapped neatly in bright red paper. “Guess what this is?” she teased. Luke made several futile attempts at guessing before she handed it to him. He carefully tore the paper off, then just stared for long seconds. Slowly his head turned toward her. “Dana?” was all he could say. “Do you like it?” He looked at it again. “This is the best gift you could have gotten me. And, I thought it was a photograph, but it's a painting. Did you have … where did you get the idea … who painted it? Dana knew his mind was wondering if some strange man had been seeing her naked while he painted the picture. "Wendy did it.” “Wendy? I didn't know she painted.” “Neither did I, but she showed me two that she had done before, of herself and of her husband” “Max?” Dana could hear the obvious question in the single word. “Yes, and they're both naked. And yes, now I've seen a painting of Max naked,” She wasn't going to mention just yet that Max had seen her posing naked. "And now, Wendy wants to do one of you.” “She does?” “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” she said, giggling. “I'd rather see the one she did of herself.” “I'm sure she'll let you. Maybe as a birthday present.” “Dana, I can't believe that you, of all people, were able to pose nude for a portrait, even if the artist was your best friend.” “She said I owed her for all the sewing she's done for me.” While Luke continued to look at the painting, Dana called Wendy, asking if they could come over, and Luke wanted to see her picture. Wendy laughed and said that would be fine. “So, you want to see my picture, huh,” Wendy said when she answered the door. “Well, if you're willing to show, I'm willing to look.” “On one condition. That you allow me to complete the quartet of paintings.” “Sure. I'm willing to show if you're willing to paint.” They viewed the nude Wendy, Luke trying to be cool about it but failing. They worked out posing times for Luke, talked about the other projects that Wendy had suggested, and Dana and Luke headed home. Luke propped the painting on the bedroom dresser opposite the bed, and the sex that followed was slightly different and much more satisfying than usual. The Saturday morning follow-up was the same. When Saturday evening came, and it was time to dress for the dinner, Dana showered and went to the spare bedroom. Still naked from the shower, she pulled on the red dress, arranged her hair, applied the little makeup she usually wore for special events, added a couple of dashes of her favorite cologne, and went to their bedroom where Luke was dressing. He turned to her, smiled … and then his eyes went wide. “You're wearing that dress?” he said, a huge smile now engulfing his face. She walked toward Luke, bending from the waist and pulling her arms together in front of her. “Dana, no bra?” He looked totally astounded. “Unless you insist I wear one.” He just shook his head and, seeing her smile, had another thought. “Lift your skirt,” She did and received a look and a smile she'd treasure. "That painting has changed you.” “A work in process.” “Can't wait for the conclusion.” “Me either,” Dana replied, wondering herself where she was headed. Time would tell. At the dinner party, she carefully watched the men since most of them seemed to be watching her. Luke was having no trouble finding company, as he seemed to be very popular, particularly with the men. Dana, not used to drinking, had just finished her second martini when a third magically appeared in her hand. The buzz she was feeling was very pleasant, and kept a smile on her face as she talked with the men gathered around her and Luke. Her blinking eyes, pleasant giggles, and body movements had most of the men sure she was flirting with them. Of course, Dana had no idea this was the case. The little clutch purse she carried was a nuisance, and she continually dropped it, bending quickly to pick it up, often in unison with one of the men. A couple of times, she looked down and could see three-quarters of her breasts exposed, or maybe even that next fraction, whatever it was. With the constant movement and the bending, her nipples were anything but relaxed, and she knew they were providing a nice pair of pokies for all to see. She chuckled to herself at that thought, so unlike the Dana she had been. As she finished the third martini, she wondered if she could somehow expose her nipples. She'd have to work on that. The short skirt provided another possibility. She took a large swallow of her martini as they headed to the tables and dinner. As they were eating, Luke said, “Those delicious boobs or yours have already been well-viewed tonight, you know.” “You think so,” Dana giggled, taking a bite of potatoes. “You may be naive, but you're not that naive,” he countered. “With this dress that you wanted me to wear, I don't know how I can keep that from happening.” “I didn't say I wanted it to stop. When I bought that dress, I knew that if you wore it, you'd be observed. I'm just surprised you wore it.” She'd finished the fourth martini and was eating, the effect of the food trailing the alcohol just a bit. “I could show my ass, or my pussy too,” she said, leaning close to Luke and giggling. “Actually, they wouldn't see my pussy, just my muff.” Luke looked at her and smiled. “One more martini and I think I could get you up on the table here to dance naked.” “You think?” Dana smirked. "Maybe I should just take you home before you get into trouble.” Once home, Luke said a quiet thank you to the beautiful painting now hanging over their bed. Dana went with Luke for his first posing session with Wendy. Maybe she'd relax after a few sessions, but Wendy seemed awfully anxious to get with a nude Luke. As long as it was only him naked, it should be fine. She wasn't sure if Wendy did it on purpose, but the painting of her hung right in front of where Luke would be posing. Wendy went through the explanation of the posing, breaks if needed, and the final details she'd need when it was almost done. She'd moved a loveseat into the studio and described how she'd like for Luke to pose. When it was time to start, he stripped, sat in the chair, looked at the painting of Wendy, and immediately began to get an erection. “Is that what you want in the painting,” Wendy asked, chuckling. “I think I've been set up,” Luke groaned. The final result was as spectacular as hers had been and was hanging above their bed. Access to their bedroom had become very limited, and both of them enjoyed lying on the bed and looking at the paintings. Dana had completed her posing for Wendy's modern version of Goya's The Nude Maja. It had been easy posing, and the final result was what Dana had imagined it to be when she went to Wendy's to see it. “It came out pretty well, you think? ” Wendy asked. “Like all the others, it's gorgeous.” I showed it to the Goodwin Gallery downtown. They want to display it for six months.“ Dana's eyes opened wide. "They're sure it will sell during that time too.” “Wendy, that's me in that painting,” Dana said, her heart pounding. “And you look perfect there.” “I'm naked.” “Well, if you say so, I won't do it,” Wendy answered, a defeated look on her face. “Oh, pile the guilt on me,” Dana said, laughing. But what Wendy said was true. She didn't know anyone who visited those galleries. But it was her face … and the rest of her, too. This was a real test of the changed Dana. She took a deep breath. “Oh, hell, go ahead.” She received a big hug from Wendy. “Thanks.” “Now that we've settled that, what are we going to do to celebrate National Nude Day?” “Huh?” “It's July fourteenth, and that's just a few days away. We need to plan something.” A good bit of discussion followed, with many possibilities explored. They parted, leaving the final decision hanging. The next day they talked for an hour. The plan was set and would be a surprise to the men, particularly since neither of them was aware that National Nude Day existed. “Guess what, babe?” Dana said when dinner was finished. “Um, how many guesses do I get?” “Just be quiet. Today is National Nude Day, and we need to celebrate.” Luke began unbuttoning his shirt.“ "Slow down, tiger. The celebration begins after dark.” “Go on.” “I'll update you then.” It was an enticingly nerve-wracking evening for Luke, his imagination sparked by those four letters. N-U-D-E. He kept watching Dana, chagrined to see how much she was enjoying tormenting him. “It's almost dark,” he finally said, a hopeful tone to his voice. “Fill me in.” Dana smiled. “We're going to Wendy and Max's to celebrate.” “Oh, nice.” “We're going to walk.” “Okay.” “Naked.” “No shit?” “Yup. We leave our clothes here and walk.” “So, you're going to be outdoors naked?” “That's the plan.” Both of them stripped, followed by Luke chasing a squealing Dana two laps around the entire downstairs. Still giggling, they closed up the house, hiding a key under a rock, and started their trip. The street lights were all on the same side of the street, which would hopefully help them stay unobserved. They stayed behind bushes when they could, and when a car passed, they hid, with Dana learning over to make sure it was past them. It was all Luke needed, and his hand was immediately between her legs, massaging gently. “Luke, stop,” she pleaded, grabbing his arm. A few more seconds of enjoyment, and he relented. They arrived at the Proctor's panting for breath, Luke having chased Dana the last one hundred yards, tickling her at nearly every step. They were greeted by a naked Wendy, which brought a smile to Luke's face. He'd seen the painting, but reality was much more juicy. He received a knowing smile in return. Once inside, they met Max, who was also naked. Dana was astounded that all four of them were ready to spend an evening together … naked. She found herself repeatedly “checking out” Max, or at least checking his manhood which didn't seem to be totally limp. She smiled at that, knowing that Luke was doing the same with Wendy. “We have martinis, Dana. I understand you like them,” Max said, smiling. He filled a rather large glass and handed it to Dana, then filled three more and passed them around. “Don't worry, if you get too buzzed, you're welcome to spend the night here.” A pair of chuckles, and soon, second glasses were being poured. These were larger glasses than they'd had at the dinner, so Dana knew the effects would arrive sooner. They discussed the paintings, Dana being challenged to go to the downtown gallery to view her naked body. As she pictured that, she heard the words, “are you the model?” and it caused her to tremble and tingle as well. The second glass had been emptied, and Dana was flying low, a very contented feeling filling her brain as a “what the hell” feeling surged through her body. She sat on a chair across from Max, watching his erection slowly growing. In her muddled state, she realized she was sitting very comfortably with her legs spread enough that her muff was no longer shielding her pussy. When she glanced down, she could clearly see her parted labia. She smiled at Max, and he returned the smile. She felt sorry for him in that condition, his erection very prominent and needing help. She walked unsteadily to his chair and dropped to the floor on hands and knees. “Poor thing,” she chuckled, blinking her eyes at him. She licked her lips, and her hand took hold of him. She loved the groan she heard, her innate sensuality bubbling to the surface. For a second, she thought of using her mouth but decided her hand would do the job. She began a slow but steady pumping, the kind that Luke particularly enjoyed. “Is that good?” she asked. Max simply groaned. Luke watched what was happening, realizing that he was getting hard from the watching. A quick look at Wendy – she was looking at him and nodding. On hands and knees, she crossed to his chair and, unlike Dana, was perfectly willing to use her mouth, surrounding the head with her lips and caressing it with her tongue. Wendy wasn't Dana, but right this instant, she was amazing, her breasts rubbing his legs as her mouth enveloped his erection. He closed his eyes, enveloped in what she was doing to him. Max was ready to explode. This exceptionally beautiful woman was massaging his cock, and, not to miss an opportunity, he leaned forward and began squeezing those fantastic breasts he had seen once before. The nipples were hard, the skin soft and smooth, the breasts amazingly firm and, well, just perfect. He looked across at Wendy and was jealous. He wanted that but didn't know how to make it happen. He'd try. “Look at Luke,” he whispered in Dana's ear. She released him and turned her head. Then her eyes rolled to his, and she smiled. In seconds, her lips closed on his cock and slid down nearly to the base. He grunted as her head began to bob up and down, faster and faster. She was better at this than Wendy, he decided. “Gonna come,” he grunted, and her hand was back in action, streams of milky liquid landing on her hair, her face, those beautiful breasts, and finally dribbling down her hand and arm. Their eyes met. “Better now?” she asked, her speech still a little slurred. She was still gripping his erection, and Max wasn't sure he could speak. “Yeah, much better,” he finally said to Dana's answering giggle. She stumbled back to her chair and watched as Luke shot spunk on Wendy's face and breasts as well, then held up her glass. Max rose slowly, took the glass, and filled it, returning it to Dana, who took a big swallow. She wondered what might happen after the third glass. Right now, though, Wendy was reaching for her hand to guide her to the bathroom. She chuckled as she realized they were both a bit of a mess. The trip to the bathroom was a little awkward, with both of them bumping walls and stumbling repeatedly, each helping to support the other. “Max was in heaven,” Wendy said a little unevenly. “I made him get hard and thought I needed to take care of it,” Dana replied. “Maybe I shouldn't have done that.” “He thinks you're the best there is. You made him a happy camper. He'll remember that … and remind me about it forever,” Wendy finished with a giggle. "Wendy, he loves you,” Dana replied as she washed the sticky cum off her face. “I know he does,” and I don't mind him thinking that about you. I just know he never dreamed something like that would happen.“ "He gave my boobs a good squeezing, too,” She paused her scrubbing for a second. "You seemed to do a good job with Luke, too. "He didn't try to fight me off, that's for sure. Max says something about getting a little ‘strange' can be fun when he's teasing me. We weren't exactly doing that, but it was fun.” “Hold still,” Dana said, taking a wet washcloth and cleaning two strings of gooey liquid from Wendy's hair. Wendy took the cloth and did the same for Dana.“ They looked at each other. "They owe us,” Wendy said. “Are you game?” “I'm ready.” Back to the family room they went, and Dana drained the last of her third glass. She saw Max eyeing her with a smile. Wendy went straight to Luke and sat down next to him. Dana went to where she had been earlier, sat down, and spread her legs. She smiled as Max's cock was already responding, and he dropped to his hands and knees and came toward her. It felt so strange in a way, legs spread wide, womanhood in full view, and a different man heading toward her. It was her good friend, Max, but what if it was someone else. She shivered as Max touched her legs, then began kissing his way from her knee to her crotch. There were all sorts of possibilities, and she wondered what all he might do. “You ready?” he murmured, looking up at her. She bit her lower lip, nodding. His finger traced her cleft from top to bottom and back again, over and over, not probing, just caressing. That had never happened to her before, and she was nearly frantic, wanting him to do more. At last, he did, stroking over and over the pinkness between her vagina and her clitoris, not touching either. Breathing was getting more difficult, and she knew her body was glistening. She forced herself to look at Max – his eyebrows were raised, he was smiling and licking his lips. She knew that if he didn't do more soon, she'd have to grab his hand and make the decision for him. At last, his finger probed, sliding slowly inside her. Her hips pressed forward to meet his thrust, forcing his finger deeper. She felt a second finger and then a third. Without even thinking about it, her hips were moving back and forth on the fingers. “You like that, don't you?” he said softly. All Dana could do was moan and press forward with her hips. “How about this,” he asked as one finger slid across her clitoris. Dana jerked, a sharp moan escaping her throat. “I'll take that as a yes,” Max said, his finger flicking back and forth across her swollen clit. Dana couldn't control the moans that seemed to be getting louder and louder. This was different than she was used to as Max's tongue and finger alternated with almost the same flicking motions. Luke used his lips much more than Max, but the flicking had her body heating, sensations racing through her as she felt his fingers moving faster and faster. It was going to happen, and the spasms began with a long and loud moan, followed by more spasms and staccato moans as her body shuddered, every muscle contracting over and over. “Stop, please,” she finally said through her labored breathing. He did and said, “Look over there,” a very wet finger pointing toward the other couple where Luke's face was buried between Wendy's widely spread legs, her body mimicking what had just happened with Dana. Dana watched as Max reluctantly sat back on his haunches, giving her pussy a last look before standing. She smiled as his erection was still very prominent. Wendy had brought her legs together, and Luke stood beside the couch. “It's midnight,” Luke said. “Nude Day is over.” “No, it's not,” Wendy countered. “Let's go out in the yard and practice posing for the luncheon picture I'm planning to do.” Max offered his hand to Dana, and she stood, as did Wendy. Outside in the yard, and naked? This was something new. It was a warm night in July, and there was no dew on the grass yet, so sitting and posing was fun, filled with pushing and touching and lots of laughing. The yard was fairly private, but none of them were thinking of that as they listened to the crickets chirping and the cicadas singing their mating songs. There was even the unmistakable sharp chirp of a whippoorwill. When they finished with the supposed posing practice, Luke crawled across the grass to Dana. “I heard you,” he said, kissing her ear. “You should have been taking care of Wendy and ignoring me,” she answered with a chuckle. “I was doing that, but it must have been good, right?” She looked at him in the glow of the moonlight. “It was … different.” “That's what Wendy said, too. It was so strange, hearing those gorgeous moans, but being so far away.” “That isn't fair; I couldn't hear you at all.” “I doubt you were hearing anything. I just wish I could have watched it.” “You mean you'd have liked to see another man make me come?” “As long as you're still mine, yeah.” “That's not an issue, and I did see the very end of Wendy taking care of you. It was, well, fascinating and exciting, too. "How about me taking care of you right now and right here?” Luke said, sliding his hand along Dana's thigh. “You want to make me come again?” “More than that.” “Oh, god, Luke. Wendy and Max are right there.” “And when they see us … they'll join us,” He pushed her back so she was flat on the grass and spread her legs. "I guess I don't have much choice now,” she whispered. “You can say no if you'd like,” he said as he pressed his erection against her. She groaned and pulled him onto her. Just as predicted, Wendy and Max, ten feet from them, joined them within seconds. On Saturday, Wendy dragged Dana to the little downtown gallery to see her painting. Dana piled her hair into a bun, wore dark glasses, and a plain, loose-fitting dress to disguise herself as much as possible. It was a special day at the gallery, and it was fairly well packed. Wendy went to talk to the owner, and Dana stood by herself to view the well-lit display. By herself was a misnomer, as there were many people standing around with her, looking. “Unique idea,” a lady shared with her. “And the model is beautiful as well.” Dana smiled as she nearly said thank you to the lady. She listened to more comments, blushing slightly despite her disguise. When Wendy returned, she asked Dana if people seemed to like it. “Everything I've heard so far is good.” “The owner says he's had several offers to purchase it. The last one was for five thousand dollars, from an older gentleman who said he'd double the offer if he could meet the model.” “Wendy, no way,” Dana said, looking around guiltily. “I told her that wouldn't happen, and she was going to go back to the gentleman for a response.” Dana thought for a moment. “So, if I just meet the guy, you'll get an extra five thousand?” “Minus a commission, of course,” She received a nudge in the ribs for that. Dana remembered when she'd posed for that picture, and the one of herself, how nervous and embarrassed she'd been to expose her body. Then Wendy has told her about the gallery and the painting being on display. She had rebelled at first, then agreed. Now she was standing in front of the painting, and no one had recognized her. With the many things that had happened since, particularly the National Nude Day celebration just two days ago, she felt much differently about herself than she had then. She smiled at Wendy. "Tell your friend to get as much out of the old guy as she can, but I'll be happy to meet him so the artist can receive an additional five grand, or whatever the doubling might be.” “Are you sure, Dana?' "Yeah, and maybe I'll give him his own personal viewing, you know.” “Dana!” It was Wendy's turn to look appalled. The patron of the arts upped his offer to ten thousand dollars, which Wendy promised to share some with Dana. The meeting with the gentleman was very pleasant – dinner at the Downtown Athletic Club. Dana didn't give him a “personal viewing,” but she did wear the red dress, which she was sure it made the old guy's heart pound a little harder. When the Proctors or the Berrys went to the other's house for dinner or games, it was after dark and interesting. With cooler weather approaching, they were both sure it would get even more interesting. On “very special” nights, their times together were very interesting and delightfully exciting, their experimentation becoming more and more sensual and … well, just, you can imagine. Dana had changed dramatically and was loving it. She could dress as she wanted, act as she wanted, and be who she wanted. And Luke had never been more proud of his wife. When other men gawked at her, he loved her even more. Perhaps he was changing too. They'd both decided that National Nude Day had accomplished that, or at least put the final stamp on everything. By PickFiction for Literotica

By PickFiction- Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dana Berry blushes whenever her stunning body & looks are commented upon. The daughter of an accomplished fashion model, her genes may get a lot of the credit for such attractiveness. But there never was less of an exhibitionist in the western world (save for the cloistered nuns). But here she stands in Wendy Proctor's front entry, with a dilemma. Her proud husband, Luke; an able young executive, Had bought two very expensive and daring dresses for her, and informed her of two upcoming social events they were to attend. [[MORE]] Wendy greeted Dana and saw the concern on Dana's face. “Luke bought two new dresses for me, and, not surprisingly, they could use some small alterations.” “Did you bring them with you?” Wendy asked, knowing what the answer would be. “Of course,” Dana answered, hurrying to her car and quickly back with a shopping bag that held the dresses. “Luke picked it out, and when I said no, he bought it. I tried to tell him, but he wasn't listening,” Dana sounded a little depressed and defeated. “This dress has a neckline that meets the waistline,” Wendy observed. "I know, and I'm not sure why he wants people to see more of my … ugh, skin.” “I believe that skin is called tits,” Wendy said as Dana rolled her eyes. “Maybe he's just proud of you.” “I suppose,” She took the dress from Wendy and pulled it on over her head. "Well?” “You should really have your bra off to model that one,” Wendy giggled. “I'm not going out with half of my breasts exposed. You know how I hate to show, well, my body, I guess. Can you sew something in there then to kind of hide most of my boobs?” “I could, but what's Luke going to say?” “I'll deal with that. I can give him … Well, you can guess,” The red was now on Dana's cheeks and moving down her neck. Dana carefully unfolded the other dress, obviously much longer and more formal than the red one with the plunging neckline. It was a beautiful gold color. Dana pulled off the red dress and slipped into the gold one. "Good lord,” Declared Wendy. “Dana, when do they award the Miss America crown?” “It is pretty stunning, isn't it?” "It is, particularly with your bra strap crossing the bare-to-below-the-waist back.” “That's part of the problem,” Dana said. “And speaking of leg,” Wendy whistled "Never had a dress with a split clear to my waist,” Dana had a futile look on her face. "So, with this one, you wouldn't be wearing a bra.” Dana rolled her eyes. “And probably little thong panties as well.” “Don't even think that,” Dana gasped. “Well, take your bra off, and let's see how it looks.” “Wendy, I can't do that. People will know I'm not wearing a bra,” Dana looked almost horrified at that thought. Wendy sighed. "Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror. Just look; no thoughts of what you're showing and how much skin is visible. Just look.” “It's for the Christmas party,” Dana said resignedly. “It would be a travesty to alter that dress even a little bit.” “Wendy, I don't know if I can do it,” Dana said, in agony. "Well, Christmas is a long way off, and I suspect you'll have talked yourself into it by then. What's the red one for?” “There's a fancy dinner for Luke's company in about two months. Ugh.” “We'll work on it, and I've got an idea that may help,” Wendy assured Dana. "Okay, here's what I've come up with. Hear me out before you decide anything. I have a little surprise for you,” Wendy paused and smiled. "Besides being a seamstress, I'm also an artist of sorts. I did it when I was in high school and first year of college. Then I got too busy and just stopped. I've kind of picked it up again, and Max has encouraged me, and, well, that's where I'm beginning with you.” Dana looked puzzled, “Come with me. We've turned the garage into my studio,” She led Dana through the house and into the garage. It was filled with canvases, both full and empty. "Wow, you've been working,” Dana said, looking around at the many paintings both hanging and leaning. “Here's the one I finally finished,” she said, leading Dana around the big easel. Dana stopped suddenly, eyes wide and hand to mouth as she stared at the painting. “That's your Max,” she said quietly. “Sure is, and I'm really proud of it.” “Should you be showing me this?” Dana asked, afraid to look at her. “You mean because he's naked? He doesn't mind. He's proud of my artwork.” Dana stared. He was certainly naked. She marveled at the painting. It looked almost like a photograph, but if she looked carefully, she could see brushstrokes. She couldn't believe Wendy was showing her this. Dana finally found the courage to look at her best friend, who was smiling. “Max just posed, and you painted him?” “That's all there was to it.” “So why are you showing it to me?” Wendy took a deep breath. “I want to paint you.” The entire meaning of what Wendy was saying suddenly struck Dana, and a shocked expression filled her face. “You want to paint me … like that? Have you lost your mind?” “Not at all. I can't think of anyone who'd look more beautiful in a painting like that.” Dana could barely catch her breath. Naked. Wendy wanted her to model for her … naked? This was so, so far beyond anything that had ever happened between them, she couldn't imagine where Wendy had gotten this idea. It was … it was … “You'd just pose here in the studio – no one would see you except me. We're big girls now and can see each other naked,” Wendy went to the wall and pulled out a canvas from behind several others. "Here. I posed for myself in a mirror,” she said, placing the painting on the easel. Wendy chuckled. “Plus, you owe me for all the sewing I do for you.” “I'm supposed to trade naked modeling for your modifying my dresses and things?” Dana stammered, “That, plus my good advice on how good you look in the dresses I didn't modify.” That was why she was here in the first place; she was trying to gain enough courage to wear those dresses. And all Wendy could come up with was having her pose naked? Her brain hit the brakes. She looked at Wendy. “So, you think if I can model for you, that would make it easier for me to wear those dresses?” “I sure do, and you might even enjoy the modeling, freeing yourself, going against what you've always been, that kind of stuff. Plus, you'll have a painting to hang in your bedroom. Or your family room,” she added, laughing. Dana sputtered. The thought of a picture like that hanging anywhere in their house had her blushing. She knew that Luke would love it, though. Still, it couldn't hang where people could see it. Maybe in their ensuite. It was large enough for that. She paused her thinking once again. If she was deciding where to hang the painting, that meant she had agreed to do it. She looked at Wendy as she nibbled her lower lip. “When can we start?” Wendy asked, smiling at her. “I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, and I still may back out.” “Don't say anything to Luke. You can surprise him on his birthday or at Christmas. Plus, you'll surprise him when you wear those dresses.” Dana wasn't at all sure that posing naked, in private and for Wendy, would make it easier for her to expose so much of herself to others, like Luke's co-workers. Maybe, but she'd have to see. She remembered wearing the dresses, naked beneath them. And she remembered how she'd looked in the mirror. Yep, she'd have to see. “Let's start tomorrow before you change your mind,” Wendy suggested, chuckling. Dana met her eyes. Still time to change her mind. The single word “naked” hammered at her brain. She was naked when she showered and with Luke, of course. Even that had been difficult the first time. Now, though, it was … Could posing for Wendy be like that, too? It was so different, a foreign territory that Dana thought she was ready to explore. She'd find out tomorrow. Tomorrow came, Luke went to work, and Dana was left with her decision of yesterday. She dressed normally, refusing to let this possibly temporary thing change her life. She walked the three blocks to Wendy's with purposeful strides, looking confident even if she didn't feel that way. As she usually did, she went in the back door and called for Wendy, who appeared immediately, a big smile on her face. “If it would make you feel better, I can be naked too while I paint,” Wendy offered. "Oh, lord, no. That would be weird. What am I saying? This whole thing is weird.” “Well, listen, I've seen you in your bra and panties when we were looking at the dresses, so it should be easy to get that way again.” Dana decided that made a lot of sense. She slowly and carefully took off her shirt, then her shorts. She decided that, since she was in undressing mode, she might as well continue. Eyes closed, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it in place momentarily, then pulling it off, eyes still closed. No comment from Wendy. Feeling a little more confident after taking off her bra, Dana quickly slid the panties down her legs and kicked them aside. She opened her eyes. “I've told you this before, but I sure as hell wish I had a body like yours,” Wendy said, a serious look on her face. "Wendy, it's not..” “ It is, and you know it,” Wendy interrupted. “Now, let's talk about the posing and the kind of portrait you'd like.” She led Dana to the full-length mirror and stood away from it slightly, then motioned for Dana to move a little to her right. “I picture you standing by a wooden chair, your back to the mirror, your hand on the chair, maybe one knee bent a little. Sound good?” Dana wasn't sure how it sounded; she'd never posed before and had no idea. “Let me get the chair and show you,” Wendy said, rescuing Dana from her uncertainty. She went into the house and was back in seconds with a low-back chair from the dining room. She placed it carefully, went to the easel, and checked, then motioned for Dana to pose as she'd described. Wendy was standing in front of her now, staring at her breasts. Flexing and moving slightly, Dana made it to one hour before she needed a break. Wendy brought two glasses of wine, very full glasses, and they chatted for fifteen minutes, finished the wine, and went back to work. She noticed she felt a little more relaxed after scarfing down the wine, something she'd remember. “I'd like to be a little further along before you see it,” Wendy said when they were finished for the day. Tomorrow at one? We'll have a couple of hours,” She picked up Dana's clothes. “Want to leave these here and walk home naked?” Dana rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes, quickly putting them on. They worked tomorrow, and the next day, then paused for the weekend. On Monday, they were back at work, Wendy promising to reveal what she had done. They had been at work about thirty minutes when Max walked into the studio. There was a loud scream. “Sorry,” Max said. “Oh, it's just Dana.” “Just Dana” was frantically scrambling to cover herself, having nothing available except her hands and arms. One arm across her breasts, and one hand covering her crotch, she was visibly shaking. “I got to work and didn't have my wallet. You know where I left it?” “On the little desk in the family room, I think.” “Thanks, and sorry, Dana,” The look on his face said he wasn't really sorry. He went back into the main house. "You made his day, you know. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous and the ultimate babe of babes.” “Wendy, no way.” “Way,” Wendy replied, laughing. “I'm sure that picture of you he just saw is foremost in his mind right this minute. And he'll tell me about it this evening.” She'd heard that from Luke but never from anyone else. Somehow, this was different. Luke was her husband, and of course, he'd say it. Max was just a friend and had nothing to gain from saying it. Wendy teased her about it constantly, but she'd always disregarded it. Now, with Max, did that make it true? When he called her “the babe of babes,” he was talking about what was under the clothes, and now he had seen that. Would he change his mind? “You ready to pose again?” “I think so.” “Well, you're going to have to move your arm and your hand.” It was complete and ready for Luke's birthday after a few awkward “posing” sessions where Dana sat beside Wendy, holding out her hands, having her face studied carefully, and, of course, topless with Wendy carefully studying her breasts and nipples. But, when it was complete, it looked almost like a photograph; it was so finely detailed and realistic. In their conversations, while Wendy was painting, she noted she had other projects in mind. She wanted to take famous old paintings by the masters and create modern versions, beginning with The Nude Maja by Goya, with Dana posing, of course. “By the way,” Wendy said after their last session, “now there are portraits of you, Max, and myself. Only one's missing. Was she hinting that she wanted to paint a portrait of Luke … naked? "Why not?” Wendy asked, seeing the look on Dana's face. “You stared at Max while you were posing. I need to get my jollies too"Wendy, what have I gotten myself into?” “Nothing, except you're way more relaxed showing a little of your body now, and I suspect you may be ready to wear that red dress to Luke's dinner party.” Dana was satisfied that she could do it without exposing anything and had decided she'd wear no underwear for the dinner. She smiled when she thought of what Luke's reaction would be. Plus, she wondered what her own reaction would be, particularly after she'd had a couple of drinks. The way her thoughts about herself had changed, it could be dangerous. “After you wear that dress to the dinner, talk to Luke about having his portrait done.” Dana decided that Wendy was developing an obsession with painting a portrait of a naked Luke, and, despite her reservations, she knew Luke would love the idea. She'd bring it up when she gave him his birthday present. And, she wondered if Wendy would volunteer to paint while she was naked, as she'd done with Dana. “Another project I have in mind is a modern interpretation of Monet's painting' Luncheon on the Grass. It has two men and two women on a picnic with one of the ladies naked. My version will have a more realistic four people naked.” “And should I assume that one of them will be me?” Dana asked. “And the others will be me, Max, and Luke.” “Wendy,” Dana squealed. “I'm supposed to sit there and pose with two naked men there also?” “It'll be fun. I might have to take photos to use. We'll all pose for the photos, and I can use them to do the painting when it rains and stuff.” “It's still naked posing with men.” She'd nearly had heart failure the first time she'd pulled off her clothing in front of Wendy. But she'd done it. Could she do more? Luke's birthday was on Friday, and the dinner party was on Saturday. She was sure Luke would be nearly overwhelmed by the surprises she had in store for him. And there were several. She prepared his favorite dinner on Friday, steaks, baked potato, tossed salad, and a little cheesecake for dessert. After dinner, when he was comfortable in the lounger, she went to the spare bedroom and was back quickly with a large but thin present, wrapped neatly in bright red paper. “Guess what this is?” she teased. Luke made several futile attempts at guessing before she handed it to him. He carefully tore the paper off, then just stared for long seconds. Slowly his head turned toward her. “Dana?” was all he could say. “Do you like it?” He looked at it again. “This is the best gift you could have gotten me. And, I thought it was a photograph, but it's a painting. Did you have … where did you get the idea … who painted it? Dana knew his mind was wondering if some strange man had been seeing her naked while he painted the picture. "Wendy did it.” “Wendy? I didn't know she painted.” “Neither did I, but she showed me two that she had done before, of herself and of her husband” “Max?” Dana could hear the obvious question in the single word. “Yes, and they're both naked. And yes, now I've seen a painting of Max naked,” She wasn't going to mention just yet that Max had seen her posing naked. "And now, Wendy wants to do one of you.” “She does?” “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” she said, giggling. “I'd rather see the one she did of herself.” “I'm sure she'll let you. Maybe as a birthday present.” “Dana, I can't believe that you, of all people, were able to pose nude for a portrait, even if the artist was your best friend.” “She said I owed her for all the sewing she's done for me.” While Luke continued to look at the painting, Dana called Wendy, asking if they could come over, and Luke wanted to see her picture. Wendy laughed and said that would be fine. “So, you want to see my picture, huh,” Wendy said when she answered the door. “Well, if you're willing to show, I'm willing to look.” “On one condition. That you allow me to complete the quartet of paintings.” “Sure. I'm willing to show if you're willing to paint.” They viewed the nude Wendy, Luke trying to be cool about it but failing. They worked out posing times for Luke, talked about the other projects that Wendy had suggested, and Dana and Luke headed home. Luke propped the painting on the bedroom dresser opposite the bed, and the sex that followed was slightly different and much more satisfying than usual. The Saturday morning follow-up was the same. When Saturday evening came, and it was time to dress for the dinner, Dana showered and went to the spare bedroom. Still naked from the shower, she pulled on the red dress, arranged her hair, applied the little makeup she usually wore for special events, added a couple of dashes of her favorite cologne, and went to their bedroom where Luke was dressing. He turned to her, smiled … and then his eyes went wide. “You're wearing that dress?” he said, a huge smile now engulfing his face. She walked toward Luke, bending from the waist and pulling her arms together in front of her. “Dana, no bra?” He looked totally astounded. “Unless you insist I wear one.” He just shook his head and, seeing her smile, had another thought. “Lift your skirt,” She did and received a look and a smile she'd treasure. "That painting has changed you.” “A work in process.” “Can't wait for the conclusion.” “Me either,” Dana replied, wondering herself where she was headed. Time would tell. At the dinner party, she carefully watched the men since most of them seemed to be watching her. Luke was having no trouble finding company, as he seemed to be very popular, particularly with the men. Dana, not used to drinking, had just finished her second martini when a third magically appeared in her hand. The buzz she was feeling was very pleasant, and kept a smile on her face as she talked with the men gathered around her and Luke. Her blinking eyes, pleasant giggles, and body movements had most of the men sure she was flirting with them. Of course, Dana had no idea this was the case. The little clutch purse she carried was a nuisance, and she continually dropped it, bending quickly to pick it up, often in unison with one of the men. A couple of times, she looked down and could see three-quarters of her breasts exposed, or maybe even that next fraction, whatever it was. With the constant movement and the bending, her nipples were anything but relaxed, and she knew they were providing a nice pair of pokies for all to see. She chuckled to herself at that thought, so unlike the Dana she had been. As she finished the third martini, she wondered if she could somehow expose her nipples. She'd have to work on that. The short skirt provided another possibility. She took a large swallow of her martini as they headed to the tables and dinner. As they were eating, Luke said, “Those delicious boobs or yours have already been well-viewed tonight, you know.” “You think so,” Dana giggled, taking a bite of potatoes. “You may be naive, but you're not that naive,” he countered. “With this dress that you wanted me to wear, I don't know how I can keep that from happening.” “I didn't say I wanted it to stop. When I bought that dress, I knew that if you wore it, you'd be observed. I'm just surprised you wore it.” She'd finished the fourth martini and was eating, the effect of the food trailing the alcohol just a bit. “I could show my ass, or my pussy too,” she said, leaning close to Luke and giggling. “Actually, they wouldn't see my pussy, just my muff.” Luke looked at her and smiled. “One more martini and I think I could get you up on the table here to dance naked.” “You think?” Dana smirked. "Maybe I should just take you home before you get into trouble.” Once home, Luke said a quiet thank you to the beautiful painting now hanging over their bed. Dana went with Luke for his first posing session with Wendy. Maybe she'd relax after a few sessions, but Wendy seemed awfully anxious to get with a nude Luke. As long as it was only him naked, it should be fine. She wasn't sure if Wendy did it on purpose, but the painting of her hung right in front of where Luke would be posing. Wendy went through the explanation of the posing, breaks if needed, and the final details she'd need when it was almost done. She'd moved a loveseat into the studio and described how she'd like for Luke to pose. When it was time to start, he stripped, sat in the chair, looked at the painting of Wendy, and immediately began to get an erection. “Is that what you want in the painting,” Wendy asked, chuckling. “I think I've been set up,” Luke groaned. The final result was as spectacular as hers had been and was hanging above their bed. Access to their bedroom had become very limited, and both of them enjoyed lying on the bed and looking at the paintings. Dana had completed her posing for Wendy's modern version of Goya's The Nude Maja. It had been easy posing, and the final result was what Dana had imagined it to be when she went to Wendy's to see it. “It came out pretty well, you think? ” Wendy asked. “Like all the others, it's gorgeous.” I showed it to the Goodwin Gallery downtown. They want to display it for six months.“ Dana's eyes opened wide. "They're sure it will sell during that time too.” “Wendy, that's me in that painting,” Dana said, her heart pounding. “And you look perfect there.” “I'm naked.” “Well, if you say so, I won't do it,” Wendy answered, a defeated look on her face. “Oh, pile the guilt on me,” Dana said, laughing. But what Wendy said was true. She didn't know anyone who visited those galleries. But it was her face … and the rest of her, too. This was a real test of the changed Dana. She took a deep breath. “Oh, hell, go ahead.” She received a big hug from Wendy. “Thanks.” “Now that we've settled that, what are we going to do to celebrate National Nude Day?” “Huh?” “It's July fourteenth, and that's just a few days away. We need to plan something.” A good bit of discussion followed, with many possibilities explored. They parted, leaving the final decision hanging. The next day they talked for an hour. The plan was set and would be a surprise to the men, particularly since neither of them was aware that National Nude Day existed. “Guess what, babe?” Dana said when dinner was finished. “Um, how many guesses do I get?” “Just be quiet. Today is National Nude Day, and we need to celebrate.” Luke began unbuttoning his shirt.“ "Slow down, tiger. The celebration begins after dark.” “Go on.” “I'll update you then.” It was an enticingly nerve-wracking evening for Luke, his imagination sparked by those four letters. N-U-D-E. He kept watching Dana, chagrined to see how much she was enjoying tormenting him. “It's almost dark,” he finally said, a hopeful tone to his voice. “Fill me in.” Dana smiled. “We're going to Wendy and Max's to celebrate.” “Oh, nice.” “We're going to walk.” “Okay.” “Naked.” “No shit?” “Yup. We leave our clothes here and walk.” “So, you're going to be outdoors naked?” “That's the plan.” Both of them stripped, followed by Luke chasing a squealing Dana two laps around the entire downstairs. Still giggling, they closed up the house, hiding a key under a rock, and started their trip. The street lights were all on the same side of the street, which would hopefully help them stay unobserved. They stayed behind bushes when they could, and when a car passed, they hid, with Dana learning over to make sure it was past them. It was all Luke needed, and his hand was immediately between her legs, massaging gently. “Luke, stop,” she pleaded, grabbing his arm. A few more seconds of enjoyment, and he relented. They arrived at the Proctor's panting for breath, Luke having chased Dana the last one hundred yards, tickling her at nearly every step. They were greeted by a naked Wendy, which brought a smile to Luke's face. He'd seen the painting, but reality was much more juicy. He received a knowing smile in return. Once inside, they met Max, who was also naked. Dana was astounded that all four of them were ready to spend an evening together … naked. She found herself repeatedly “checking out” Max, or at least checking his manhood which didn't seem to be totally limp. She smiled at that, knowing that Luke was doing the same with Wendy. “We have martinis, Dana. I understand you like them,” Max said, smiling. He filled a rather large glass and handed it to Dana, then filled three more and passed them around. “Don't worry, if you get too buzzed, you're welcome to spend the night here.” A pair of chuckles, and soon, second glasses were being poured. These were larger glasses than they'd had at the dinner, so Dana knew the effects would arrive sooner. They discussed the paintings, Dana being challenged to go to the downtown gallery to view her naked body. As she pictured that, she heard the words, “are you the model?” and it caused her to tremble and tingle as well. The second glass had been emptied, and Dana was flying low, a very contented feeling filling her brain as a “what the hell” feeling surged through her body. She sat on a chair across from Max, watching his erection slowly growing. In her muddled state, she realized she was sitting very comfortably with her legs spread enough that her muff was no longer shielding her pussy. When she glanced down, she could clearly see her parted labia. She smiled at Max, and he returned the smile. She felt sorry for him in that condition, his erection very prominent and needing help. She walked unsteadily to his chair and dropped to the floor on hands and knees. “Poor thing,” she chuckled, blinking her eyes at him. She licked her lips, and her hand took hold of him. She loved the groan she heard, her innate sensuality bubbling to the surface. For a second, she thought of using her mouth but decided her hand would do the job. She began a slow but steady pumping, the kind that Luke particularly enjoyed. “Is that good?” she asked. Max simply groaned. Luke watched what was happening, realizing that he was getting hard from the watching. A quick look at Wendy – she was looking at him and nodding. On hands and knees, she crossed to his chair and, unlike Dana, was perfectly willing to use her mouth, surrounding the head with her lips and caressing it with her tongue. Wendy wasn't Dana, but right this instant, she was amazing, her breasts rubbing his legs as her mouth enveloped his erection. He closed his eyes, enveloped in what she was doing to him. Max was ready to explode. This exceptionally beautiful woman was massaging his cock, and, not to miss an opportunity, he leaned forward and began squeezing those fantastic breasts he had seen once before. The nipples were hard, the skin soft and smooth, the breasts amazingly firm and, well, just perfect. He looked across at Wendy and was jealous. He wanted that but didn't know how to make it happen. He'd try. “Look at Luke,” he whispered in Dana's ear. She released him and turned her head. Then her eyes rolled to his, and she smiled. In seconds, her lips closed on his cock and slid down nearly to the base. He grunted as her head began to bob up and down, faster and faster. She was better at this than Wendy, he decided. “Gonna come,” he grunted, and her hand was back in action, streams of milky liquid landing on her hair, her face, those beautiful breasts, and finally dribbling down her hand and arm. Their eyes met. “Better now?” she asked, her speech still a little slurred. She was still gripping his erection, and Max wasn't sure he could speak. “Yeah, much better,” he finally said to Dana's answering giggle. She stumbled back to her chair and watched as Luke shot spunk on Wendy's face and breasts as well, then held up her glass. Max rose slowly, took the glass, and filled it, returning it to Dana, who took a big swallow. She wondered what might happen after the third glass. Right now, though, Wendy was reaching for her hand to guide her to the bathroom. She chuckled as she realized they were both a bit of a mess. The trip to the bathroom was a little awkward, with both of them bumping walls and stumbling repeatedly, each helping to support the other. “Max was in heaven,” Wendy said a little unevenly. “I made him get hard and thought I needed to take care of it,” Dana replied. “Maybe I shouldn't have done that.” “He thinks you're the best there is. You made him a happy camper. He'll remember that … and remind me about it forever,” Wendy finished with a giggle. "Wendy, he loves you,” Dana replied as she washed the sticky cum off her face. “I know he does,” and I don't mind him thinking that about you. I just know he never dreamed something like that would happen.“ "He gave my boobs a good squeezing, too,” She paused her scrubbing for a second. "You seemed to do a good job with Luke, too. "He didn't try to fight me off, that's for sure. Max says something about getting a little ‘strange' can be fun when he's teasing me. We weren't exactly doing that, but it was fun.” “Hold still,” Dana said, taking a wet washcloth and cleaning two strings of gooey liquid from Wendy's hair. Wendy took the cloth and did the same for Dana.“ They looked at each other. "They owe us,” Wendy said. “Are you game?” “I'm ready.” Back to the family room they went, and Dana drained the last of her third glass. She saw Max eyeing her with a smile. Wendy went straight to Luke and sat down next to him. Dana went to where she had been earlier, sat down, and spread her legs. She smiled as Max's cock was already responding, and he dropped to his hands and knees and came toward her. It felt so strange in a way, legs spread wide, womanhood in full view, and a different man heading toward her. It was her good friend, Max, but what if it was someone else. She shivered as Max touched her legs, then began kissing his way from her knee to her crotch. There were all sorts of possibilities, and she wondered what all he might do. “You ready?” he murmured, looking up at her. She bit her lower lip, nodding. His finger traced her cleft from top to bottom and back again, over and over, not probing, just caressing. That had never happened to her before, and she was nearly frantic, wanting him to do more. At last, he did, stroking over and over the pinkness between her vagina and her clitoris, not touching either. Breathing was getting more difficult, and she knew her body was glistening. She forced herself to look at Max – his eyebrows were raised, he was smiling and licking his lips. She knew that if he didn't do more soon, she'd have to grab his hand and make the decision for him. At last, his finger probed, sliding slowly inside her. Her hips pressed forward to meet his thrust, forcing his finger deeper. She felt a second finger and then a third. Without even thinking about it, her hips were moving back and forth on the fingers. “You like that, don't you?” he said softly. All Dana could do was moan and press forward with her hips. “How about this,” he asked as one finger slid across her clitoris. Dana jerked, a sharp moan escaping her throat. “I'll take that as a yes,” Max said, his finger flicking back and forth across her swollen clit. Dana couldn't control the moans that seemed to be getting louder and louder. This was different than she was used to as Max's tongue and finger alternated with almost the same flicking motions. Luke used his lips much more than Max, but the flicking had her body heating, sensations racing through her as she felt his fingers moving faster and faster. It was going to happen, and the spasms began with a long and loud moan, followed by more spasms and staccato moans as her body shuddered, every muscle contracting over and over. “Stop, please,” she finally said through her labored breathing. He did and said, “Look over there,” a very wet finger pointing toward the other couple where Luke's face was buried between Wendy's widely spread legs, her body mimicking what had just happened with Dana. Dana watched as Max reluctantly sat back on his haunches, giving her pussy a last look before standing. She smiled as his erection was still very prominent. Wendy had brought her legs together, and Luke stood beside the couch. “It's midnight,” Luke said. “Nude Day is over.” “No, it's not,” Wendy countered. “Let's go out in the yard and practice posing for the luncheon picture I'm planning to do.” Max offered his hand to Dana, and she stood, as did Wendy. Outside in the yard, and naked? This was something new. It was a warm night in July, and there was no dew on the grass yet, so sitting and posing was fun, filled with pushing and touching and lots of laughing. The yard was fairly private, but none of them were thinking of that as they listened to the crickets chirping and the cicadas singing their mating songs. There was even the unmistakable sharp chirp of a whippoorwill. When they finished with the supposed posing practice, Luke crawled across the grass to Dana. “I heard you,” he said, kissing her ear. “You should have been taking care of Wendy and ignoring me,” she answered with a chuckle. “I was doing that, but it must have been good, right?” She looked at him in the glow of the moonlight. “It was … different.” “That's what Wendy said, too. It was so strange, hearing those gorgeous moans, but being so far away.” “That isn't fair; I couldn't hear you at all.” “I doubt you were hearing anything. I just wish I could have watched it.” “You mean you'd have liked to see another man make me come?” “As long as you're still mine, yeah.” “That's not an issue, and I did see the very end of Wendy taking care of you. It was, well, fascinating and exciting, too. "How about me taking care of you right now and right here?” Luke said, sliding his hand along Dana's thigh. “You want to make me come again?” “More than that.” “Oh, god, Luke. Wendy and Max are right there.” “And when they see us … they'll join us,” He pushed her back so she was flat on the grass and spread her legs. "I guess I don't have much choice now,” she whispered. “You can say no if you'd like,” he said as he pressed his erection against her. She groaned and pulled him onto her. Just as predicted, Wendy and Max, ten feet from them, joined them within seconds. On Saturday, Wendy dragged Dana to the little downtown gallery to see her painting. Dana piled her hair into a bun, wore dark glasses, and a plain, loose-fitting dress to disguise herself as much as possible. It was a special day at the gallery, and it was fairly well packed. Wendy went to talk to the owner, and Dana stood by herself to view the well-lit display. By herself was a misnomer, as there were many people standing around with her, looking. “Unique idea,” a lady shared with her. “And the model is beautiful as well.” Dana smiled as she nearly said thank you to the lady. She listened to more comments, blushing slightly despite her disguise. When Wendy returned, she asked Dana if people seemed to like it. “Everything I've heard so far is good.” “The owner says he's had several offers to purchase it. The last one was for five thousand dollars, from an older gentleman who said he'd double the offer if he could meet the model.” “Wendy, no way,” Dana said, looking around guiltily. “I told her that wouldn't happen, and she was going to go back to the gentleman for a response.” Dana thought for a moment. “So, if I just meet the guy, you'll get an extra five thousand?” “Minus a commission, of course,” She received a nudge in the ribs for that. Dana remembered when she'd posed for that picture, and the one of herself, how nervous and embarrassed she'd been to expose her body. Then Wendy has told her about the gallery and the painting being on display. She had rebelled at first, then agreed. Now she was standing in front of the painting, and no one had recognized her. With the many things that had happened since, particularly the National Nude Day celebration just two days ago, she felt much differently about herself than she had then. She smiled at Wendy. "Tell your friend to get as much out of the old guy as she can, but I'll be happy to meet him so the artist can receive an additional five grand, or whatever the doubling might be.” “Are you sure, Dana?' "Yeah, and maybe I'll give him his own personal viewing, you know.” “Dana!” It was Wendy's turn to look appalled. The patron of the arts upped his offer to ten thousand dollars, which Wendy promised to share some with Dana. The meeting with the gentleman was very pleasant – dinner at the Downtown Athletic Club. Dana didn't give him a “personal viewing,” but she did wear the red dress, which she was sure it made the old guy's heart pound a little harder. When the Proctors or the Berrys went to the other's house for dinner or games, it was after dark and interesting. With cooler weather approaching, they were both sure it would get even more interesting. On “very special” nights, their times together were very interesting and delightfully exciting, their experimentation becoming more and more sensual and … well, just, you can imagine. Dana had changed dramatically and was loving it. She could dress as she wanted, act as she wanted, and be who she wanted. And Luke had never been more proud of his wife. When other men gawked at her, he loved her even more. Perhaps he was changing too. They'd both decided that National Nude Day had accomplished that, or at least put the final stamp on everything. By PickFiction for Literotica

This podcast hit paid subscribers' inboxes on April 2. It dropped for free subscribers on April 5. To receive future pods as soon as they're live, and to support independent ski journalism, please consider an upgrade to a paid subscription. You can also subscribe for free below:WhoJim Quimby, General Manager of Saddleback, MaineRecorded onMarch 6, 2023About SaddlebackClick here for a mountain stats overviewOwned by: Arctaris InvestmentsLocated in: Rangeley, MaineYear founded: 1960Pass affiliations: Indy PassReciprocal partners: NoneClosest neighboring ski areas: Sugarloaf (52 minutes), Titcomb (1 hour), Black Mountain of Maine (1 hour, 9 minutes), Spruce Mountain (1 hour, 22 minutes), Baker Mountain (1 hour, 33 minutes), Mt. Abram (1 hour, 36 minutes), Sunday River (1 hour, 41 minutes)Base elevation: 2,120 feetSummit elevation: 4,120 feetVertical drop: 2,000 feetSkiable Acres: 600+Average annual snowfall: 225 inchesTrail count: 68 (23 beginner, 20 intermediate, 18 advanced, 7 expert) + 2 terrain parksLift count: 6 (1 high-speed quad, 3 fixed-grip quads, 1 T-bar, 1 carpet)Why I interviewed himThe best article I've ever read on Saddleback came from Bill Donahue, writing for Outside, with the unfortunate dateline of March 9, 2020. That was a few days before the planet shut down to prevent the spread of Covid-19, and just after Arctaris had purchased Saddleback and promised to tug the ski area out of its five-year slumber. Donahue included a long section on Quimby:But to really register the new hope that's blossomed in Rangeley, I needed to drive up the winding hill to Saddleback's lodge and talk to Jimmy Quimby. Fifty-nine years old and weathered, his chin specked with salt-and-pepper stubble, Quimby is the scion of a Saddleback pillar. His father, Doc, poured concrete to build the towers for one of Saddleback's first lifts in 1963 and later built trails and made snow for the mountain. His mother, Judy, worked in the ski area's cafeteria for about 15 years. “We were so poor,” Quimby told me, “that we didn't have a pot to piss in, but I skied every weekend.” Indeed, as a high schooler, Quimby took part in every form of alpine ski competition available—on a single pair of skis. His 163-centimeter Dynastar Easy Riders were both his ballet boards and his giant-slalom guns. They also transported him to mischief. In his teenage years, Quimby was part of a nefarious Saddleback gang, the Rat Pack. “We terrorized the skiing public,” he said. “We built jumps. We skied fast. We made the T-bar swerve so people fell off.”Just days after his 18th birthday, Quimby left Maine to serve 20 years in the Air Force as an electrical-line repairman and managed, somehow, to spend a good chunk of time near Japan's storied Hakkoda Ski Resort, where he routinely hucked himself off 35-foot cornices while schussing in blue jeans. When he returned to Maine in 1998, he commenced working at Saddleback and honed such a love for the mountain that, when it closed in 2015, his heart broke. He simply refused to ski after that. “I decided,” he said, “that I just wouldn't ski anywhere else.” Friends in the industry offered him free tickets at nearby mountains; Quimby demurred and hunkered down at Saddleback, where he remained mountain manager. The Berrys paid him to watch over the nonfunctioning trails and lifts during the long closure. “I'm a prideful person,” he explained. “OK, I did do a little skiing with my grandchildren, but they're preschoolers. I haven't made an adult turn since Saddleback closed.”Quimby is now working for Arctaris, which owns Saddleback Inc., but that's a technicality. His mission is spiritual, and when I met him in his office, I found that I had stepped into a shrine, a jam-packed Saddleback museum. There were lapel pins, patches, bumper stickers, posters, and also a wooden ski signed in 1960 by about 35 of Saddleback's progenitors. Quimby's prize possession, though, is a brass belt buckle he bought in the Saddleback rental shop in the 1970s. “I used to wear it every day,” he told me, “but when Saddleback closed, I put it on a dresser and never wore it again.”Quimby stood up from the desk now, to reveal that he was wearing the buckle once more. In capitalized brass letters, it read “SKI.” His eyes were glassy with emotion.“We're going to do this,” he said quietly, speaking of Saddleback's resurrection. “We're going to make this happen.”They did make this happen. One feature of improbable feats is that they are often taken for granted once achieved. The number of people who confessed doubts to me privately about the viability of Saddleback is significant. It won't work because… it's too remote, there are not enough skier visits to spread around Maine, there are too many bodies buried on the property, the previous owners emptied the GDP of a small country onto the property and it still failed. All fair arguments, but for every built thing there are reasons it should have failed. The great advantage of humans over other animals is our ability to solve the unsolvable. I push a button on my phone and a person 5,000 miles away sees a note from me in an instant. That would have been dubbed magic for 100,000 years and now it is a fact of daily existence. Humans can do amazing things. And the humans who dug Saddleback out of the grave did an amazing thing, and it's a story I just can't get enough of.What we talked aboutSaddleback's strong 2022-23 ski season; the Casablanca Glades; the ski area in the sixties; “Saddleback was my babysitter”; Rangeley reminisces; when the U.S. Air Force stations a ski bum in Northern Japan; the Donald Breen era of Saddleback and a long battle with the Forest Service; Saddleback's relationship with the Forest Service today; the Berry family arrives; an investment spree; why Saddleback closed in 2015; why the Berrys replaced the Kennebago T-bar with a quad and whether they should have upgraded the Rangeley lift first; Quimby's reaction when Saddleback closed; how Quimby kept Saddleback from falling apart during his five years as caretaker of a lost ski area; why Arctaris finally revitalized the ski area after so many other potential buyers had faded; the most important man at Saddleback; the blessing and the curse of rebuilding a ski area in the pandemic year of 2020; how close Saddleback came to upgrading Rangeley to a fixed-grip, rather than a detachable, quad; how much that lift transformed the ski area; the legacy of Andy Shepard, the former general manager who oversaw the ski area's comeback; Saddleback the business in year three of its comeback; surveying Saddleback's ultra-new lift fleet; why Saddleback replaced the 900-year-old Cupsuptic T-bar with a brand-new T-bar; why the ski area chose Partek to build the new Sandy quad and how successful that lift has been; the story behind the old Saddleback trailmaps with theoretical lifts scribbled all over them (yes, this one):… whether Saddleback will expand terrain any time soon; the ski area's next likely chairlift; the potential for a hotel; the mountain's masterplan; how important the Indy Pass has been to Saddleback's comeback; and Indy blackouts and whether they will continue.Why I thought that now was a good time for this interviewWith lift towers rising up the mountainside and hammers clanging through the valleys and autumn frosts biting the New England hills, Andy Shepard hacked out an hour for me in October 2020 to discuss the previous six months at Saddleback. He itemized the tasks that Saddleback's crews had achieved in the maw of Covid. An incomprehensible list. Rebuild everything. Clean everything. Hire an army. Demolish and build a chairlift. Stand up a website and an e-commerce platform. All in the midst of the most confusing and contentious time in modern American history. The mission was awesome, and so was the story behind it:Congratulations, you did it. But the second that new detachable quad started spinning in December 2020, Saddleback became just another New England ski area, just another choice for skiers who already have dozens. So now what? What of all those old masterplans showing terrain expansions and lifts extending halfway to Canada? When can we get more places to stay on the hill? Can we get snowmaking on the trail back to the condos finally?Two and a half years later, it was time for a check-in. To see how Shepard and Quimby and the crew had quietly transformed what was long a backwater bump into one of the most modern ski areas in the country. To see how the Indy Pass – which hadn't existed when Saddleback went into its shell – had turbocharged the mountain's comeback tour. And to see, indeed, what is next for this New England gem.What I got wrongI wasn't wrong on this so much as late to publish: Quimby and I discussed season passes at the end of the podcast. At the time, details on the 2023-24 pass suite had not yet been released, and we talked a bit about where pricing would land. These details have long gone public, but I kept the section intact because Quimby details why the ski area was compelled to raise rates from previous seasons (the increase ended up being modest in the context of ongoing inflation, from $699 this season to $799 for next).Also there's a reference in our conversation to Sandy being a detachable quad, but the 227-vertical-foot quad is in fact a fixed-grip lift.Why you should ski SaddlebackMan is this place big. Two broad ridges staggered and stacked and parallel, with dozens of ways down each. Glades all over. Amazing fall line skiing. Lift lines? Not many. Maybe on Rangeley, maybe on big days. But mostly, the place is a glorious wide-open banger, stuffed into a north country snow pocket that most always stands above New England's notorious rain-snow line as storms roll through.“Yes but is it worth the drive?” asks Overthinks Everything Bro. Yes it's worth the drive. “But I have to pass 19 other big ski areas to get there.” So? If a genie erupts out of my next can of Bang Energy Drink, my first wish will be to eliminate this brand of thinking from existence. Passing other ski areas to ski Saddleback is not like passing a McDonald's at exit 100 to eat at a McDonald's at exit 329, more than 200 miles down the road. You're passing a number of distinct and unique ski areas to experience another distinct and unique ski area. A Saddleback run will imprint on your experience in a way that your 400th day at Waterville Valley will not.Not all of us, I realize, are so driven by novelty and the unknown. To many of you, turns are turns. Yee-haw. But I'm not suggesting you drive four hours out of your way to lap a town ropetow. This is a serious mountain, with terrain that has few peers in New England. It is special, and it is most definitely worth it.Podcast NotesOn the ski area's battle with the National Park ServiceQuimby and I had a long discussion on Saddleback's 15-plus-year war with the National Park Service over former owner Donald Breen's expansion plans. While Saddleback sits on private land, the Appalachian Trail runs over the mountain's summit, giving the government a say in any development that may impact the trail. As with most things New England, New England Ski History provides a comprehensive synopsis of what amounts to Saddleback's lost generation:With Saddleback finally financially stable and controlling 12,000 acres of land, Breen sought to tap into its vast potential in the mid 1980s. In 1984, Breen told Ski magazine, "Saddleback has the potential to be one of the largest resorts in this part of the country" and could become "the Vail of the East."While a massive development was possible, including above treeline skiing as well as a bowl on the back side of the mountain, initial plans were made for a phased $36 million expansion "opening up the entire bowl where the ski area sits with three more lifts and numerous trails."Working to gain approvals, Saddleback offered to donate a 200-foot easement to the National Park Service for the Appalachian Trail while retaining the ability to have skiers and equipment cross the corridor if needed. Countering the ski area's plans, the National Park Service recommended taking 3,000 acres of Saddleback's land. As a result, instead of investing in the mountain, Breen was forced to spend large sums of money to defend his property from eminent domain.Attempting to break the impasse in the early 1990s, Saddleback offered to pare back expansion plans and sell 2,000 acres to the National Park Service. The National Park Service responded with an offer for one sixth of the amount Saddleback wanted from the property.By the mid 1990s, Saddleback was offering to donate 300 acres of land to the National Park Service, while retaining the right to cross the Appalachian Trail with connector ski trails. The National Park Service once again refused, sticking with its eminent domain plan. Later Congressional testimony revealed that the Breen family was forced to negotiate with and give concessions to the Appalachian Trail Conference, only to have the agreements retracted by the National Park Service. In addition, the National Park Service would refuse to turn over documents relating to its involvement with other ski areas, or to put parameters of potential agreements in writing.After having spent a decade and a half of his life trying to work with the Forest Service, Donald Breen took a step back from negotiations in 1997, handing the reins over to his daughter Kitty. The Maine Congressional Delegation was brought in to attempt to get the National Park Service to negotiate.At Senator Olympia Snowe's urging, Saddleback offered to sell the bowl on the back side of the mountain to the Park Service in exchange for being able to develop its Horn Bowl area. The National Park Service rejected the offer, insisting the expansion was not viable, that the ski area could sustain increased skier visits on its existing footprint, and that Saddleback's undeveloped land had little financial value.Negotiations continued into 2000, at which point Saddleback had increased its donation offer to 660 acres, while the National Park Service still wanted to take 893 acres by eminent domain. Five proposals were put on the table while the National Park Service threatened to turn the matter over to the Department of Justice for condemnation. Finally, on November 2, 2000, the National Park Service and Saddleback reached a deal in which the Breens donated 570 acres along the Appalachian Trail corridor, while selling the 600 acre back bowl for $4 million. While the deal meant Breen could move forward with his development of the resort, the long battle with the government had consumed millions of dollars and nearly two decades of his life. Now in his 70s, Breen was ready to retire. In 2001, the massive resort property was put on the market for $12 million.To understand just how deeply this conflict stalled the ski area's potential evolution, consider this: when Breen and the Forest Service squared off in 1984, Sunday River, less than two hours away and closer to pretty much everyone, looked like this:And Saddleback looked like this:While both had just five lifts – Sunday River sported a triple, two doubles, and two T-bars; Saddleback had two doubles and three T-bars – Saddleback was the larger of the two, with a more interesting and complex trail network. But while Breen fought the Forest Service, his mountain stood still. Meanwhile, Les Otten went ballistic at Sunday River, stringing terrain pods for miles in each direction. By 2001, when Breen sold, Sunday River looked like this:While Saddleback had languished:Whatever market share Saddleback could have earned during New England's Great Ski Area Modernization – which more or less exactly coincided with his Forest Service fight from 1984 to 2001 – was lost to Sunday River and Sugarloaf, both of which spent that era building rather than fighting.And yes, I also thought, “well what did Sugarloaf look like in 1984 and 2001?” So here you go:On the Berry familyBreen sold Saddleback in 2001 to the Berry family, who absolutely mainlined cash into the joint. Over the next decade, the family replaced the upper (Kennebago) and lower (Buggy) T-bars with fixed-grip quads, and substantially blew out the trail and glade network. Check the place in 2014:But two big problems remained. First, that double chair marked “C” on the map above is the Rangeley lift, the alpha chair out of the base. It was a 1963 Mueller that could move all of 900 skiers per hour. And while skiers could have ridden Sandy to the Cupsuptic T-bar (if both were running), to the Pass trail to access the Kennebago quad and the upper mountain, that's not how most people think. They want to go straight to the top. So they'd wait.Which leads to the second problem. Queueing up for a double chair that was pulled off of Noah's Ark when you could be skiing onto high-speed (or at least modern) lifts just down the road at Sunday River or Sugarloaf is frustrating. Lines to board the lift could reportedly stretch to an hour on weekends. Facing such gridlock and frustration, most casual skiers who stumbled onto the place probably thought some version of, “This is cute, but next weekend, I'm going to Sunday River.”And they did. If the Berrys could have upgraded Rangeley, the whole project may have worked. But financing fell through, as Quimby details in the podcast, and the ski area closed shortly after. But to underscore just how crucial the Rangeley lift is to Saddleback's viability as a modern resort, Arctaris, the current owners, reportedly paid more to replace the chairlift ($7 million), than they did for the ski area itself ($6.5 million).On potential buyers between the Berrys and ArctarisQuimby notes that a parade of suitors tromped through Saddleback between 2015, when the ski area closed, and 2020, when it finally re-opened. The most significant of these was Australia-based Majella Group, whose courtship New England Ski History summarizes:On June 28, 2017, the Berry family announced they had reached an agreement to sell Saddleback to the Australia-based Majella Group. Grandiose plans were announced, as Majella declared it would be "turning Saddleback into the premier ski resort in North America." Initial plans called for reopening for the 2017-18 season with a new fixed-grip quad replacing the Rangeley Double and a new Cupsuptic T-Bar. However, despite announcements that "physical work" had started in September and that the company was "committed to opening in some capacity for the 2017-18 ski season," the area remained idle that winter and the sale was not completed.Nearly one year after the original sale announcement, the Majella Group CEO Sebastian Monsour was arrested in Australia for alleged investor fraud, revealing a financial house of cards. The Majella branding was removed from the Saddleback web site that fall and the ski area sat idle during the snowy winter of 2018-19.So things could have been much worse. Had Majella completed the purchase and then fallen apart, Saddleback would likely still be idle, caught in a Jay Peak-esque vortex of court-led asset salvation, but without the benefit of operating revenue.On Mount WashingtonQuimby notes that the weather at Saddleback can be “comparative to Mount Washington and that's no joke.” For those of you unfamiliar with just how ferocious Mount Washington weather can be, here's a synopsis from the Mt. Washington State Park website (emphasis mine):…in winter, sub-zero temperatures, hurricane-force winds, blowing snow and incredible ice claim the peak, creating an arctic outpost in a temperate climate zone. Known as the Home of the World's Worst Weather, Mount Washington's winter conditions rival those of Mount Everest and the Polar regions.The mountain's summit holds the world record for the “highest surface wind speed ever observed by man,” at 231 miles per hour. As I write this, the summit temperature is 4 degrees Fahrenheit, with 62-mile-per-hour winds driving the windchill to 28 degrees below zero. It's April 2. There's surely some hyperbole in Quimby's statement, but the spirit of the declaration is clear: if you go to Saddleback, go prepared.The Storm explores the world of lift-served skiing year-round. Join us.The Storm publishes year-round, and guarantees 100 articles per year. This is article 30/100 in 2023, and number 416 since launching on Oct. 13, 2019. Want to send feedback? Reply to this email and I will answer (unless you sound insane, or, more likely, I just get busy). You can also email skiing@substack.com. Get full access to The Storm Skiing Journal and Podcast at www.stormskiing.com/subscribe

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Learn a bit more about the Berrys, the Davisons, Mount Zion, and the Westside of Athens in these short stories. Students from the Andrew Jackson Davison Club at Athens Middle School researched, interviewed, wrote their script, and recorded their narration in only a few weeks! This episode is part of a project for Tantrum Theater and their debut play Hotel Berry, and is a collaboration with Invisible Ground, the Andrew Jackson Davison Club, Mount Zion Baptist Church Preservation Society, the Southeast Ohio History Center, and Athens Photographic Project. This project is supported by a grant from Ohio Humanities, and a matching grant from the Ohio University College of Fine Arts Community Fund. Special thanks to Joshua Coy, Angela Hall,  Evan Shaw, Nicki Mazzocca, Yaphet Jackman, Chad Reich, Tommy Stumpp, and all of our historians and collaborators for making this project happen.Stories by the Andrew Jackson Davison Club at Athens Middle School.Executive Producer: Brian KoschoAssistant Producers: Yaphet Jackman, Nicki Mazzocca, and Evan ShawEditors: Chad Reich, Tommy Stumpp, and Brian KoschoMusic from: Todd Jacops, Pete Fosco, Matthew J. Rolin, Brian Koscho, Dead Winds of Summer, and Disjointed MikeThis episode is dedicated to the memory of my grandmother, Rita Terschak, who passed away on November 26, 2022 at the age of 95. Love you grandma.

Enjoy this special story courtesy of the Andrew Jackson Davison Club at Athens Middle School about Edward and Martha Jane Berry! Learn a bit more about the Berry's, their story, what their hotel was really like, and their important legacy. The students researched, interviewed, wrote their script, and recorded their narration in only a few weeks! This episode is part of a project for Tantrum Theater and their debut play Hotel Berry, and is a collaboration with Invisible Ground, the Andrew Jackson Davison Club, Mount Zion Baptist Church Preservation Society, the Southeast Ohio History Center, and Athens Photographic Project. This project is supported by a grant from Ohio Humanities, and a matching grant from the Ohio University College of Fine Arts Community Fund. Special thanks to Joshua Coy, Angela Hall,  Evan Shaw, Nicki Mazzocca, Yaphet Jackman, Chad Reich, Tommy Stumpp, and all of our historians and collaborators for making this project happen.Story by: Marie Kelly, Emily Parsons, Nadia Smucker, Aji Sarr, and Scarlett BrobeckProduced and edited by: Brian KoschoMusic from: Todd Jacops, Pete Fosco, and Matthew J. Rolin

Tamsin speaks to Chartered Surveyor and Registered Valuer Graham Bowcock. They discuss instructing a valuer rather than an estate agent, how a Single Joint Expert works and whether they might change their valuation.Graham Bowcock is a Shropshire farmer's son (but points out he was born in Chester) who studied Rural Estate Management at the Royal Agricultural College, Cirencester. He returned to Cheshire to work in land agency before spending three years with Co-operative Group, advising on their extensive rural estate and farming portfolio across the UK. He subsequently established A G Bowcock and Co in 1992 and after various mergers became part of surveyors Berrys in 2001, retiring from the Partnership in 2018. He has now created Oakwood Valuation Surveyors to specialise in valuations and associated professional work in the north West and North Wales. Graham has significant property experience and has undertaken hundreds of property valuations in his career. His clients include private individuals, family enterprises and household name organisations.www.oakwoodvaluations.co.uklydia.sirovica(a)oakwoodpropertyservices.co.ukTwitterLinkedInFacebook----Tamsin is a Chartered Financial Planner with over 20 years experience. She works with couples and individuals who are at the end of a relationship and want agree how to divide their assets FAIRLY without a fight.You can contact Tamsin at tamsin@smartdivorce.co.uk or arrange a free initial meeting using https://calendly.com/tamsin-caine/15min. She is also part of the team running Facebook group Separation, Divorce and Dissolution UKTamsin Caine MSc., FPFSChartered Financial PlannerSmart Divorce https://smartdivorce.co.ukP.S. I am the co-author of “My Divorce Handbook – It's What You Do Next That Counts”, written by divorce specialists and lawyers writing about their area of expertise to help walk you through the divorce process. You can buy it here https://yourdivorcehandbook.co.uk/buy-the-book/Support the show

This week on Between Two Aroids,we dive into SPOOPY season with some pumpkin botany and Halloween lore! Leave a review on iTunes or Spotify if you have thoughts on this episode! Research: https://www.history.com/news/history-of-the-jack-o-lantern-irish-origins https://www.britannica.com/story/why-do-we-carve-pumpkins-at-halloween https://www.mcgill.ca/oss/article/did-you-know/bananas-are-berries-raspberries-are-not#:~:text=It%20turns%20out%20that%20blackberries,pumpkins%2C%20avocados%20and%20cucumbers%20are. Instagram: @Betweentwoaroidspodcast Facebook: Between To Aroids Podcast E-mail: betweentwoaroidspodcast@gmail.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/botanic-connections/support

On this episode the boys talk about the cyber punk anime and then do a build from scratch world of the next hit triple A game. Enjoy~ If you want to listen to Jordan's other show please tune in here:  https://sidecharacterspod.podbean.com/ If you have any suggestion, Feed back, or world ideas, please E-mail us @ worldshoppodcast@gmail.com You can find us on twitter @Worldshop20 Rate and Subscribe on Itunes https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/world-shop/id1357833273 You can now find us on Stitcher and Spotify, and Google Play! Check us out at: https://wanderinggamer.wixsite.com/wanderinggamer Follow us on Twitter @Worldshop20 Icon Art By Mandi Intro Theme: De Jongens Met De Zwarte Schoenen - RoccoW & XYCE Outro Theme:  Nontinde Vendor Theme - RoccoW Check out Rocco's Music @ https://soundcloud.com/roccow

How the Prude Wife Became a Celebrated Nude ModelCelebrating National Nude DayBy PickFiction - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Dana Berry blushes whenever her stunning body & looks are commented upon. The daughter of an accomplished fashion model, her genes may get a lot of the credit for such attractiveness. But there never was less of an exhibitionist in the western world (save for the cloistered nuns).But here she stands in Wendy Proctor's front entry, with a dilemma. Her proud husband, Luke; an able young executive, Had bought two very expensive and daring dresses for her, and informed her of two upcoming social events they were to attend.Wendy greeted Dana and saw the concern on Dana's face.“Luke bought two new dresses for me, and, not surprisingly, they could use some small alterations.”“Did you bring them with you?” Wendy asked, knowing what the answer would be.“Of course,” Dana answered, hurrying to her car and quickly back with a shopping bag that held the dresses.“Luke picked it out, and when I said no, he bought it. I tried to tell him, but he wasn't listening,” Dana sounded a little depressed and defeated."This dress has a neckline that meets the waistline,” Wendy observed."I know, and I'm not sure why he wants people to see more of my … ugh, skin.”“I believe that skin is called tits,” Wendy said as Dana rolled her eyes. “Maybe he's just proud of you.”“I suppose,” She took the dress from Wendy and pulled it on over her head. "Well?”“You should really have your bra off to model that one,” Wendy giggled.“I'm not going out with half of my breasts exposed. You know how I hate to show, well, my body, I guess. Can you sew something in there then to kind of hide most of my boobs?”“I could, but what's Luke going to say?”“I'll deal with that. I can give him … Well, you can guess,” The red was now on Dana's cheeks and moving down her neck.Dana carefully unfolded the other dress, obviously much longer and more formal than the red one with the plunging neckline. It was a beautiful gold color. Dana pulled off the red dress and slipped into the gold one."Good lord,” Declared Wendy. “Dana, when do they award the Miss America crown?”“It is pretty stunning, isn't it?”"It is, particularly with your bra strap crossing the bare-to-below-the-waist back.”“That's part of the problem,” Dana said.“And speaking of leg,” Wendy whistled"Never had a dress with a split clear to my waist,” Dana had a futile look on her face."So, with this one, you wouldn't be wearing a bra.”Dana rolled her eyes.“And probably little thong panties as well.”“Don't even think that,” Dana gasped.“Well, take your bra off, and let's see how it looks.”“Wendy, I can't do that. People will know I'm not wearing a bra,” Dana looked almost horrified at that thought.Wendy sighed. "Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror. Just look; no thoughts of what you're showing and how much skin is visible. Just look.”“It's for the Christmas party,” Dana said resignedly.“It would be a travesty to alter that dress even a little bit.”“Wendy, I don't know if I can do it,” Dana said, in agony."Well, Christmas is a long way off, and I suspect you'll have talked yourself into it by then. What's the red one for?”“There's a fancy dinner for Luke's company in about two months. Ugh.”“We'll work on it, and I've got an idea that may help,” Wendy assured Dana. "Okay, here's what I've come up with. Hear me out before you decide anything. I have a little surprise for you,” Wendy paused and smiled. "Besides being a seamstress, I'm also an artist of sorts. I did it when I was in high school and first year of college. Then I got too busy and just stopped. I've kind of picked it up again, and Max has encouraged me, and, well, that's where I'm beginning with you.”Dana looked puzzled,“Come with me. We've turned the garage into my studio,” She led Dana through the house and into the garage. It was filled with canvases, both full and empty."Wow, you've been working,” Dana said, looking around at the many paintings both hanging and leaning.“Here's the one I finally finished,” she said, leading Dana around the big easel.Dana stopped suddenly, eyes wide and hand to mouth as she stared at the painting.“That's your Max,” she said quietly.“Sure is, and I'm really proud of it.”“Should you be showing me this?” Dana asked, afraid to look at her.“You mean because he's naked? He doesn't mind. He's proud of my artwork.”Dana stared. He was certainly naked. She marveled at the painting. It looked almost like a photograph, but if she looked carefully, she could see brushstrokes. She couldn't believe Wendy was showing her this. Dana finally found the courage to look at her best friend, who was smiling. “Max just posed, and you painted him?”“That's all there was to it.”“So why are you showing it to me?”Wendy took a deep breath. “I want to paint you.”The entire meaning of what Wendy was saying suddenly struck Dana, and a shocked expression filled her face.“You want to paint me … like that? Have you lost your mind?”“Not at all. I can't think of anyone who'd look more beautiful in a painting like that.”Dana could barely catch her breath. Naked. Wendy wanted her to model for her … naked? This was so, so far beyond anything that had ever happened between them, she couldn't imagine where Wendy had gotten this idea. It was … it was …“You'd just pose here in the studio – no one would see you except me. We're big girls now and can see each other naked,” Wendy went to the wall and pulled out a canvas from behind several others. "Here. I posed for myself in a mirror,” she said, placing the painting on the easel. Wendy chuckled. “Plus, you owe me for all the sewing I do for you.”“I'm supposed to trade naked modeling for your modifying my dresses and things?” Dana stammered,“That, plus my good advice on how good you look in the dresses I didn't modify.”That was why she was here in the first place; she was trying to gain enough courage to wear those dresses. And all Wendy could come up with was having her pose naked? Her brain hit the brakes. She looked at Wendy.“So, you think if I can model for you, that would make it easier for me to wear those dresses?”“I sure do, and you might even enjoy the modeling, freeing yourself, going against what you've always been, that kind of stuff. Plus, you'll have a painting to hang in your bedroom. Or your family room,” she added, laughing.Dana sputtered. The thought of a picture like that hanging anywhere in their house had her blushing. She knew that Luke would love it, though. Still, it couldn't hang where people could see it. Maybe in their ensuite. It was large enough for that. She paused her thinking once again. If she was deciding where to hang the painting, that meant she had agreed to do it. She looked at Wendy as she nibbled her lower lip.“When can we start?” Wendy asked, smiling at her.“I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, and I still may back out.”“Don't say anything to Luke. You can surprise him on his birthday or at Christmas. Plus, you'll surprise him when you wear those dresses.”Dana wasn't at all sure that posing naked, in private and for Wendy, would make it easier for her to expose so much of herself to others, like Luke's co-workers. Maybe, but she'd have to see. She remembered wearing the dresses, naked beneath them. And she remembered how she'd looked in the mirror. Yep, she'd have to see.“Let's start tomorrow before you change your mind,” Wendy suggested, chuckling.Dana met her eyes. Still time to change her mind. The single word “naked” hammered at her brain. She was naked when she showered and with Luke, of course. Even that had been difficult the first time. Now, though, it was … Could posing for Wendy be like that, too? It was so different, a foreign territory that Dana thought she was ready to explore. She'd find out tomorrow.Tomorrow came, Luke went to work, and Dana was left with her decision of yesterday. She dressed normally, refusing to let this possibly temporary thing change her life. She walked the three blocks to Wendy's with purposeful strides, looking confident even if she didn't feel that way.As she usually did, she went in the back door and called for Wendy, who appeared immediately, a big smile on her face. “If it would make you feel better, I can be naked too while I paint,” Wendy offered."Oh, lord, no. That would be weird. What am I saying? This whole thing is weird.”“Well, listen, I've seen you in your bra and panties when we were looking at the dresses, so it should be easy to get that way again.”Dana decided that made a lot of sense. She slowly and carefully took off her shirt, then her shorts. She decided that, since she was in undressing mode, she might as well continue. Eyes closed, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it in place momentarily, then pulling it off, eyes still closed.No comment from Wendy.Feeling a little more confident after taking off her bra, Dana quickly slid the panties down her legs and kicked them aside. She opened her eyes.“I've told you this before, but I sure as hell wish I had a body like yours,” Wendy said, a serious look on her face."Wendy, it's not..”“ It is, and you know it,” Wendy interrupted. “Now, let's talk about the posing and the kind of portrait you'd like.”She led Dana to the full-length mirror and stood away from it slightly, then motioned for Dana to move a little to her right.“I picture you standing by a wooden chair, your back to the mirror, your hand on the chair, maybe one knee bent a little. Sound good?”Dana wasn't sure how it sounded; she'd never posed before and had no idea.“Let me get the chair and show you,” Wendy said, rescuing Dana from her uncertainty. She went into the house and was back in seconds with a low-back chair from the dining room. She placed it carefully, went to the easel, and checked, then motioned for Dana to pose as she'd described.Wendy was standing in front of her now, staring at her breasts.Flexing and moving slightly, Dana made it to one hour before she needed a break. Wendy brought two glasses of wine, very full glasses, and they chatted for fifteen minutes, finished the wine, and went back to work. She noticed she felt a little more relaxed after scarfing down the wine, something she'd remember.“I'd like to be a little further along before you see it,” Wendy said when they were finished for the day. Tomorrow at one? We'll have a couple of hours,” She picked up Dana's clothes. “Want to leave these here and walk home naked?”Dana rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes, quickly putting them on.They worked tomorrow, and the next day, then paused for the weekend. On Monday, they were back at work, Wendy promising to reveal what she had done. They had been at work about thirty minutes when Max walked into the studio.There was a loud scream.“Sorry,” Max said. “Oh, it's just Dana.”“Just Dana” was frantically scrambling to cover herself, having nothing available except her hands and arms. One arm across her breasts, and one hand covering her crotch, she was visibly shaking.“I got to work and didn't have my wallet. You know where I left it?”“On the little desk in the family room, I think.”“Thanks, and sorry, Dana,” The look on his face said he wasn't really sorry. He went back into the main house."You made his day, you know. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous and the ultimate babe of babes.”“Wendy, no way.”“Way,” Wendy replied, laughing.“I'm sure that picture of you he just saw is foremost in his mind right this minute. And he'll tell me about it this evening.”She'd heard that from Luke but never from anyone else. Somehow, this was different. Luke was her husband, and of course, he'd say it. Max was just a friend and had nothing to gain from saying it. Wendy teased her about it constantly, but she'd always disregarded it. Now, with Max, did that make it true? When he called her “the babe of babes,” he was talking about what was under the clothes, and now he had seen that. Would he change his mind?“You ready to pose again?”“I think so.”“Well, you're going to have to move your arm and your hand.”It was complete and ready for Luke's birthday after a few awkward “posing” sessions where Dana sat beside Wendy, holding out her hands, having her face studied carefully, and, of course, topless with Wendy carefully studying her breasts and nipples. But, when it was complete, it looked almost like a photograph; it was so finely detailed and realistic.In their conversations, while Wendy was painting, she noted she had other projects in mind. She wanted to take famous old paintings by the masters and create modern versions, beginning with The Nude Maja by Goya, with Dana posing, of course.“By the way,” Wendy said after their last session, “now there are portraits of you, Max, and myself. Only one's missing.Was she hinting that she wanted to paint a portrait of Luke … naked?"Why not?” Wendy asked, seeing the look on Dana's face. “You stared at Max while you were posing. I need to get my jollies too"Wendy, what have I gotten myself into?”“Nothing, except you're way more relaxed showing a little of your body now, and I suspect you may be ready to wear that red dress to Luke's dinner party.”Dana was satisfied that she could do it without exposing anything and had decided she'd wear no underwear for the dinner. She smiled when she thought of what Luke's reaction would be. Plus, she wondered what her own reaction would be, particularly after she'd had a couple of drinks. The way her thoughts about herself had changed, it could be dangerous.“After you wear that dress to the dinner, talk to Luke about having his portrait done.”Dana decided that Wendy was developing an obsession with painting a portrait of a naked Luke, and, despite her reservations, she knew Luke would love the idea. She'd bring it up when she gave him his birthday present. And, she wondered if Wendy would volunteer to paint while she was naked, as she'd done with Dana.“Another project I have in mind is a modern interpretation of Monet's painting' Luncheon on the Grass. It has two men and two women on a picnic with one of the ladies naked. My version will have a more realistic four people naked.”“And should I assume that one of them will be me?” Dana asked.“And the others will be me, Max, and Luke.”“Wendy,” Dana squealed. “I'm supposed to sit there and pose with two naked men there also?”“It'll be fun. I might have to take photos to use. We'll all pose for the photos, and I can use them to do the painting when it rains and stuff.”“It's still naked posing with men.” She'd nearly had heart failure the first time she'd pulled off her clothing in front of Wendy. But she'd done it. Could she do more?Luke's birthday was on Friday, and the dinner party was on Saturday. She was sure Luke would be nearly overwhelmed by the surprises she had in store for him. And there were several.She prepared his favorite dinner on Friday, steaks, baked potato, tossed salad, and a little cheesecake for dessert. After dinner, when he was comfortable in the lounger, she went to the spare bedroom and was back quickly with a large but thin present, wrapped neatly in bright red paper.“Guess what this is?” she teased.Luke made several futile attempts at guessing before she handed it to him. He carefully tore the paper off, then just stared for long seconds. Slowly his head turned toward her.“Dana?” was all he could say.“Do you like it?”He looked at it again. “This is the best gift you could have gotten me. And, I thought it was a photograph, but it's a painting. Did you have … where did you get the idea … who painted it?Dana knew his mind was wondering if some strange man had been seeing her naked while he painted the picture."Wendy did it.”“Wendy? I didn't know she painted.”“Neither did I, but she showed me two that she had done before, of herself and of her husband”“Max?”Dana could hear the obvious question in the single word.“Yes, and they're both naked. And yes, now I've seen a painting of Max naked,” She wasn't going to mention just yet that Max had seen her posing naked. "And now, Wendy wants to do one of you.”“She does?”“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” she said, giggling.“I'd rather see the one she did of herself.”“I'm sure she'll let you. Maybe as a birthday present.”“Dana, I can't believe that you, of all people, were able to pose nude for a portrait, even if the artist was your best friend.”“She said I owed her for all the sewing she's done for me.”While Luke continued to look at the painting, Dana called Wendy, asking if they could come over, and Luke wanted to see her picture. Wendy laughed and said that would be fine.“So, you want to see my picture, huh,” Wendy said when she answered the door.“Well, if you're willing to show, I'm willing to look.”“On one condition. That you allow me to complete the quartet of paintings.”“Sure. I'm willing to show if you're willing to paint.”They viewed the nude Wendy, Luke trying to be cool about it but failing. They worked out posing times for Luke, talked about the other projects that Wendy had suggested, and Dana and Luke headed home. Luke propped the painting on the bedroom dresser opposite the bed, and the sex that followed was slightly different and much more satisfying than usual. The Saturday morning follow-up was the same.When Saturday evening came, and it was time to dress for the dinner, Dana showered and went to the spare bedroom. Still naked from the shower, she pulled on the red dress, arranged her hair, applied the little makeup she usually wore for special events, added a couple of dashes of her favorite cologne, and went to their bedroom where Luke was dressing.He turned to her, smiled … and then his eyes went wide.“You're wearing that dress?” he said, a huge smile now engulfing his face.She walked toward Luke, bending from the waist and pulling her arms together in front of her.“Dana, no bra?” He looked totally astounded.“Unless you insist I wear one.”He just shook his head and, seeing her smile, had another thought.“Lift your skirt,” She did and received a look and a smile she'd treasure."That painting has changed you.”“A work in process.”“Can't wait for the conclusion.”“Me either,” Dana replied, wondering herself where she was headed. Time would tell.At the dinner party, she carefully watched the men since most of them seemed to be watching her. Luke was having no trouble finding company, as he seemed to be very popular, particularly with the men. Dana, not used to drinking, had just finished her second martini when a third magically appeared in her hand. The buzz she was feeling was very pleasant, and kept a smile on her face as she talked with the men gathered around her and Luke. Her blinking eyes, pleasant giggles, and body movements had most of the men sure she was flirting with them. Of course, Dana had no idea this was the case.The little clutch purse she carried was a nuisance, and she continually dropped it, bending quickly to pick it up, often in unison with one of the men. A couple of times, she looked down and could see three-quarters of her breasts exposed, or maybe even that next fraction, whatever it was. With the constant movement and the bending, her nipples were anything but relaxed, and she knew they were providing a nice pair of pokies for all to see. She chuckled to herself at that thought, so unlike the Dana she had been. As she finished the third martini, she wondered if she could somehow expose her nipples. She'd have to work on that. The short skirt provided another possibility. She took a large swallow of her martini as they headed to the tables and dinner.As they were eating, Luke said, “Those delicious boobs or yours have already been well-viewed tonight, you know.”“You think so,” Dana giggled, taking a bite of potatoes.“You may be naive, but you're not that naive,” he countered.“With this dress that you wanted me to wear, I don't know how I can keep that from happening.”“I didn't say I wanted it to stop. When I bought that dress, I knew that if you wore it, you'd be observed. I'm just surprised you wore it.”She'd finished the fourth martini and was eating, the effect of the food trailing the alcohol just a bit.“I could show my ass, or my pussy too,” she said, leaning close to Luke and giggling. “Actually, they wouldn't see my pussy, just my muff.”Luke looked at her and smiled. “One more martini and I think I could get you up on the table here to dance naked.”“You think?” Dana smirked."Maybe I should just take you home before you get into trouble.”Once home, Luke said a quiet thank you to the beautiful painting now hanging over their bed.Dana went with Luke for his first posing session with Wendy. Maybe she'd relax after a few sessions, but Wendy seemed awfully anxious to get with a nude Luke. As long as it was only him naked, it should be fine. She wasn't sure if Wendy did it on purpose, but the painting of her hung right in front of where Luke would be posing.Wendy went through the explanation of the posing, breaks if needed, and the final details she'd need when it was almost done. She'd moved a loveseat into the studio and described how she'd like for Luke to pose. When it was time to start, he stripped, sat in the chair, looked at the painting of Wendy, and immediately began to get an erection.“Is that what you want in the painting,” Wendy asked, chuckling.“I think I've been set up,” Luke groaned.The final result was as spectacular as hers had been and was hanging above their bed. Access to their bedroom had become very limited, and both of them enjoyed lying on the bed and looking at the paintings.Dana had completed her posing for Wendy's modern version of Goya's The Nude Maja. It had been easy posing, and the final result was what Dana had imagined it to be when she went to Wendy's to see it.“It came out pretty well, you think? ” Wendy asked.“Like all the others, it's gorgeous.”I showed it to the Goodwin Gallery downtown. They want to display it for six months.“Dana's eyes opened wide."They're sure it will sell during that time too.”“Wendy, that's me in that painting,” Dana said, her heart pounding.“And you look perfect there.”“I'm naked.”“Well, if you say so, I won't do it,” Wendy answered, a defeated look on her face.“Oh, pile the guilt on me,” Dana said, laughing. But what Wendy said was true. She didn't know anyone who visited those galleries. But it was her face … and the rest of her, too. This was a real test of the changed Dana. She took a deep breath. “Oh, hell, go ahead.”She received a big hug from Wendy. “Thanks.”“Now that we've settled that, what are we going to do to celebrate National Nude Day?”“Huh?”“It's July fourteenth, and that's just a few days away. We need to plan something.”A good bit of discussion followed, with many possibilities explored. They parted, leaving the final decision hanging.The next day they talked for an hour. The plan was set and would be a surprise to the men, particularly since neither of them was aware that National Nude Day existed.“Guess what, babe?” Dana said when dinner was finished.“Um, how many guesses do I get?”“Just be quiet. Today is National Nude Day, and we need to celebrate.”Luke began unbuttoning his shirt.“"Slow down, tiger. The celebration begins after dark.”“Go on.”“I'll update you then.”It was an enticingly nerve-wracking evening for Luke, his imagination sparked by those four letters. N-U-D-E. He kept watching Dana, chagrined to see how much she was enjoying tormenting him.“It's almost dark,” he finally said, a hopeful tone to his voice. “Fill me in.”Dana smiled. “We're going to Wendy and Max's to celebrate.”“Oh, nice.”“We're going to walk.”“Okay.”“Naked.”“No shit?”“Yup. We leave our clothes here and walk.”“So, you're going to be outdoors naked?”“That's the plan.”Both of them stripped, followed by Luke chasing a squealing Dana two laps around the entire downstairs. Still giggling, they closed up the house, hiding a key under a rock, and started their trip.The street lights were all on the same side of the street, which would hopefully help them stay unobserved. They stayed behind bushes when they could, and when a car passed, they hid, with Dana learning over to make sure it was past them. It was all Luke needed, and his hand was immediately between her legs, massaging gently.“Luke, stop,” she pleaded, grabbing his arm. A few more seconds of enjoyment, and he relented.They arrived at the Proctor's panting for breath, Luke having chased Dana the last one hundred yards, tickling her at nearly every step. They were greeted by a naked Wendy, which brought a smile to Luke's face. He'd seen the painting, but reality was much more juicy. He received a knowing smile in return. Once inside, they met Max, who was also naked.Dana was astounded that all four of them were ready to spend an evening together … naked. She found herself repeatedly “checking out” Max, or at least checking his manhood which didn't seem to be totally limp. She smiled at that, knowing that Luke was doing the same with Wendy.“We have martinis, Dana. I understand you like them,” Max said, smiling. He filled a rather large glass and handed it to Dana, then filled three more and passed them around. “Don't worry, if you get too buzzed, you're welcome to spend the night here.”A pair of chuckles, and soon, second glasses were being poured. These were larger glasses than they'd had at the dinner, so Dana knew the effects would arrive sooner. They discussed the paintings, Dana being challenged to go to the downtown gallery to view her naked body. As she pictured that, she heard the words, “are you the model?” and it caused her to tremble and tingle as well.The second glass had been emptied, and Dana was flying low, a very contented feeling filling her brain as a “what the hell” feeling surged through her body. She sat on a chair across from Max, watching his erection slowly growing. In her muddled state, she realized she was sitting very comfortably with her legs spread enough that her muff was no longer shielding her pussy. When she glanced down, she could clearly see her parted labia. She smiled at Max, and he returned the smile. She felt sorry for him in that condition, his erection very prominent and needing help.She walked unsteadily to his chair and dropped to the floor on hands and knees.“Poor thing,” she chuckled, blinking her eyes at him. She licked her lips, and her hand took hold of him. She loved the groan she heard, her innate sensuality bubbling to the surface. For a second, she thought of using her mouth but decided her hand would do the job. She began a slow but steady pumping, the kind that Luke particularly enjoyed.“Is that good?” she asked. Max simply groaned.Luke watched what was happening, realizing that he was getting hard from the watching. A quick look at Wendy – she was looking at him and nodding. On hands and knees, she crossed to his chair and, unlike Dana, was perfectly willing to use her mouth, surrounding the head with her lips and caressing it with her tongue. Wendy wasn't Dana, but right this instant, she was amazing, her breasts rubbing his legs as her mouth enveloped his erection. He closed his eyes, enveloped in what she was doing to him.Max was ready to explode. This exceptionally beautiful woman was massaging his cock, and, not to miss an opportunity, he leaned forward and began squeezing those fantastic breasts he had seen once before. The nipples were hard, the skin soft and smooth, the breasts amazingly firm and, well, just perfect. He looked across at Wendy and was jealous. He wanted that but didn't know how to make it happen. He'd try.“Look at Luke,” he whispered in Dana's ear. She released him and turned her head. Then her eyes rolled to his, and she smiled. In seconds, her lips closed on his cock and slid down nearly to the base. He grunted as her head began to bob up and down, faster and faster. She was better at this than Wendy, he decided. “Gonna come,” he grunted, and her hand was back in action, streams of milky liquid landing on her hair, her face, those beautiful breasts, and finally dribbling down her hand and arm.Their eyes met.“Better now?” she asked, her speech still a little slurred.She was still gripping his erection, and Max wasn't sure he could speak. “Yeah, much better,” he finally said to Dana's answering giggle.She stumbled back to her chair and watched as Luke shot spunk on Wendy's face and breasts as well, then held up her glass. Max rose slowly, took the glass, and filled it, returning it to Dana, who took a big swallow. She wondered what might happen after the third glass. Right now, though, Wendy was reaching for her hand to guide her to the bathroom. She chuckled as she realized they were both a bit of a mess.The trip to the bathroom was a little awkward, with both of them bumping walls and stumbling repeatedly, each helping to support the other.“Max was in heaven,” Wendy said a little unevenly.“I made him get hard and thought I needed to take care of it,” Dana replied. “Maybe I shouldn't have done that.”“He thinks you're the best there is. You made him a happy camper. He'll remember that … and remind me about it forever,” Wendy finished with a giggle."Wendy, he loves you,” Dana replied as she washed the sticky cum off her face.“I know he does,” and I don't mind him thinking that about you. I just know he never dreamed something like that would happen.“"He gave my boobs a good squeezing, too,” She paused her scrubbing for a second. "You seemed to do a good job with Luke, too."He didn't try to fight me off, that's for sure. Max says something about getting a little ‘strange' can be fun when he's teasing me. We weren't exactly doing that, but it was fun.”“Hold still,” Dana said, taking a wet washcloth and cleaning two strings of gooey liquid from Wendy's hair. Wendy took the cloth and did the same for Dana.“They looked at each other."They owe us,” Wendy said. “Are you game?”“I'm ready.”Back to the family room they went, and Dana drained the last of her third glass. She saw Max eyeing her with a smile. Wendy went straight to Luke and sat down next to him. Dana went to where she had been earlier, sat down, and spread her legs.She smiled as Max's cock was already responding, and he dropped to his hands and knees and came toward her. It felt so strange in a way, legs spread wide, womanhood in full view, and a different man heading toward her. It was her good friend, Max, but what if it was someone else. She shivered as Max touched her legs, then began kissing his way from her knee to her crotch. There were all sorts of possibilities, and she wondered what all he might do.“You ready?” he murmured, looking up at her.She bit her lower lip, nodding. His finger traced her cleft from top to bottom and back again, over and over, not probing, just caressing. That had never happened to her before, and she was nearly frantic, wanting him to do more. At last, he did, stroking over and over the pinkness between her vagina and her clitoris, not touching either. Breathing was getting more difficult, and she knew her body was glistening. She forced herself to look at Max – his eyebrows were raised, he was smiling and licking his lips. She knew that if he didn't do more soon, she'd have to grab his hand and make the decision for him.At last, his finger probed, sliding slowly inside her. Her hips pressed forward to meet his thrust, forcing his finger deeper. She felt a second finger and then a third. Without even thinking about it, her hips were moving back and forth on the fingers.“You like that, don't you?” he said softly.All Dana could do was moan and press forward with her hips.“How about this,” he asked as one finger slid across her clitoris.Dana jerked, a sharp moan escaping her throat.“I'll take that as a yes,” Max said, his finger flicking back and forth across her swollen clit.Dana couldn't control the moans that seemed to be getting louder and louder. This was different than she was used to as Max's tongue and finger alternated with almost the same flicking motions. Luke used his lips much more than Max, but the flicking had her body heating, sensations racing through her as she felt his fingers moving faster and faster.It was going to happen, and the spasms began with a long and loud moan, followed by more spasms and staccato moans as her body shuddered, every muscle contracting over and over.“Stop, please,” she finally said through her labored breathing.He did and said, “Look over there,” a very wet finger pointing toward the other couple where Luke's face was buried between Wendy's widely spread legs, her body mimicking what had just happened with Dana.Dana watched as Max reluctantly sat back on his haunches, giving her pussy a last look before standing. She smiled as his erection was still very prominent. Wendy had brought her legs together, and Luke stood beside the couch.“It's midnight,” Luke said. “Nude Day is over.”“No, it's not,” Wendy countered. “Let's go out in the yard and practice posing for the luncheon picture I'm planning to do.”Max offered his hand to Dana, and she stood, as did Wendy. Outside in the yard, and naked? This was something new. It was a warm night in July, and there was no dew on the grass yet, so sitting and posing was fun, filled with pushing and touching and lots of laughing. The yard was fairly private, but none of them were thinking of that as they listened to the crickets chirping and the cicadas singing their mating songs. There was even the unmistakable sharp chirp of a whippoorwill.When they finished with the supposed posing practice, Luke crawled across the grass to Dana.“I heard you,” he said, kissing her ear.“You should have been taking care of Wendy and ignoring me,” she answered with a chuckle.“I was doing that, but it must have been good, right?”She looked at him in the glow of the moonlight. “It was … different.”“That's what Wendy said, too. It was so strange, hearing those gorgeous moans, but being so far away.”“That isn't fair; I couldn't hear you at all.”“I doubt you were hearing anything. I just wish I could have watched it.”“You mean you'd have liked to see another man make me come?”“As long as you're still mine, yeah.”“That's not an issue, and I did see the very end of Wendy taking care of you. It was, well, fascinating and exciting, too."How about me taking care of you right now and right here?” Luke said, sliding his hand along Dana's thigh.“You want to make me come again?”“More than that.”“Oh, god, Luke. Wendy and Max are right there.”“And when they see us … they'll join us,” He pushed her back so she was flat on the grass and spread her legs."I guess I don't have much choice now,” she whispered.“You can say no if you'd like,” he said as he pressed his erection against her.She groaned and pulled him onto her.Just as predicted, Wendy and Max, ten feet from them, joined them within seconds.On Saturday, Wendy dragged Dana to the little downtown gallery to see her painting. Dana piled her hair into a bun, wore dark glasses, and a plain, loose-fitting dress to disguise herself as much as possible. It was a special day at the gallery, and it was fairly well packed. Wendy went to talk to the owner, and Dana stood by herself to view the well-lit display. By herself was a misnomer, as there were many people standing around with her, looking.“Unique idea,” a lady shared with her. “And the model is beautiful as well.”Dana smiled as she nearly said thank you to the lady.She listened to more comments, blushing slightly despite her disguise. When Wendy returned, she asked Dana if people seemed to like it.“Everything I've heard so far is good.”“The owner says he's had several offers to purchase it. The last one was for five thousand dollars, from an older gentleman who said he'd double the offer if he could meet the model.”“Wendy, no way,” Dana said, looking around guiltily.“I told her that wouldn't happen, and she was going to go back to the gentleman for a response.”Dana thought for a moment. “So, if I just meet the guy, you'll get an extra five thousand?”“Minus a commission, of course,” She received a nudge in the ribs for that.Dana remembered when she'd posed for that picture, and the one of herself, how nervous and embarrassed she'd been to expose her body. Then Wendy has told her about the gallery and the painting being on display. She had rebelled at first, then agreed. Now she was standing in front of the painting, and no one had recognized her. With the many things that had happened since, particularly the National Nude Day celebration just two days ago, she felt much differently about herself than she had then. She smiled at Wendy."Tell your friend to get as much out of the old guy as she can, but I'll be happy to meet him so the artist can receive an additional five grand, or whatever the doubling might be.”“Are you sure, Dana?'"Yeah, and maybe I'll give him his own personal viewing, you know.”“Dana!” It was Wendy's turn to look appalled.The patron of the arts upped his offer to ten thousand dollars, which Wendy promised to share some with Dana.The meeting with the gentleman was very pleasant – dinner at the Downtown Athletic Club. Dana didn't give him a “personal viewing,” but she did wear the red dress, which she was sure it made the old guy's heart pound a little harder.When the Proctors or the Berrys went to the other's house for dinner or games, it was after dark and interesting. With cooler weather approaching, they were both sure it would get even more interesting. On “very special” nights, their times together were very interesting and delightfully exciting, their experimentation becoming more and more sensual and … well, just, you can imagine.Dana had changed dramatically and was loving it. She could dress as she wanted, act as she wanted, and be who she wanted. And Luke had never been more proud of his wife. When other men gawked at her, he loved her even more. Perhaps he was changing too. They'd both decided that National Nude Day had accomplished that, or at least put the final stamp on everything. By PickFiction for Literotica

Patrick Berry joins the show to talk gear, Wrestlemania Backlash and...where is Allen anyway? ALL THE LINKS: https://linktr.ee/yesweknowitsfake Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/yes-we-know-its-fake/id1455433119 Amazon Music/Audible: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/b82a7aeb-6a1d-4448-9101-372a6df1f67f/yes-we-know-it's-fake Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4ViU4fCWmvlboepIWcHrWg Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/allen-vaughan-2/yes-we-know-its-fake Twitter: https://twitter.com/weknowitsfake Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/yesweknowitsfake/ PlayerFM: https://player.fm/series/yes-we-know-its-fake

Me and my boy Paul talk about Disney trips and middle school shenanigans

Terry Lake joins Kamloops Last Week minutes after being on a call with Provincial Health Officer Dr. Bonnie Henry. Lake, a former Kamloops politician and current CEO of the BC Care Providers Association, talks visitation policy and COVID-19 outbreaks in care homes, poor communication from Henry and the provincial government and the B.C. Liberal leadership race, along with his take on racists, yahoos and narrow-minded people involved in the Freedom Convoy. "There's always good intentions, but I think they were overtaken." We interview the Berrys — Jo, Mak and Gaby — at a press conference held on Tuesday to trumpet the return of CFJC Boogie The Bridge, which is slated for Sunday, April 24. Special Olympics athlete Joshua Trudell chats with KLW about tough times during the pandemic and looking forward to the 2023 SOBC Winter Games in Kamloops. Co-hosts Chris Foulds and Marty Hastings discuss Canada’s quest to return to the men’s World Cup for the first time since 1986. Foulds seems obsessed with all things 1986. Foulds has his say on the Freedom Convoy. Thanks to Nu Leaf Produce Market for its support. We film in state-of-the-art Studio 2 in Lee’s Music. Subscribe to KLW on YouTube and your favourite podcast provider. We’ll see you Last Week.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/y8hjzc-patrick-berrys-recovery?utm_source=facebook On October 14th 2021, Patrick Berry a fireman with the Athlone Fire and Rescue Unit responded to a call relating to a house fire in the local area of Mount Temple, thankfully the family of this property were not home at the time of the fire, although it did cause extensive damage. Patrick unfortunately sustained extremely serious and debilitating injuries during this call out after a gable end wall of the house collapsed on him causing 11 vertebras Fractures, broken Collarbone, broken Scapula, several broken ribs as well as fractured Tubular & Fibula bones and a broken ankle. In addition to these, Patrick also suffered swelling on the brain from the impact as well as serve lacerations to his neck and tongue. Patrick is currently undergoing recovery treatment in Tullamore hospital and receiving fantastic medical care. Since being admitted, Patrick has undergone one of the many operations he will need over the next few weeks. The doctors have informed his family that Patrick's recovery will be a long and painful road which will be a battle in itself. Patricks home will need to be renovated to add a downstairs bedroom and bathroom in order to aid in his recovery as well as adding any modifications necessary to make his home accessible to his needs, this will also include any modifications and changes to both the entrance and rare of the home.   We his friends & family would like to take the financial burden away from Patrick, his partner Nicola and there 3 beautiful children by raising much needed funds to cover the Financial costs of his medical bills, house renovations and any unsuspected bills arising from his recovery after this devastating accident. We would really appreciate any financial contribution you can offer and sincerely thank you for your support

ATENCIÓN: ACTIVA LAS NOTIFICACIONES Cápsula Técnica: Producción de Berries En este episodio el Ing. Alex López, especialista en Berrys, nos da un panorama del mercado de las Berrys en Michoacán y el Mundo. En esta primera cápsula técnica nos enfocaremos en algunos tips y ejemplos de producción. Para contactar a Alex les dejamos la liga de linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/alejandrolopez2806/ Contáctanos en los siguientes medios: agronauta@proi.mx Mensaje de voz: https://anchor.fm/agronauta/message Contáctanos https://linktr.ee/agronauta --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/agronauta/message

Lena and Ian talk about Joe Hart, the Berrys, and Disneyland--- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/recoveringgleek/support

THIS WEEK IN MTG Welcome Magic Folk, to This Week in MTG. Your aggregate news source for all things Magic: The Gathering. Whether you are a new listener or a returning one, we are glad that you are here! Below we have all the important links that you will need. This is where you can find us online linktr.ee/ThisWeekinMTG Please check out our AMAZING sponsor, JWW Sports Cards and Gaming! They have you covered on all things Magic supplies and product. They also ship all across America and can help get your cards graded through PSA or Beckett. Hit them up with any questions and let them know that we sent you! Intro and outro Music: Higher Up by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com. EVENTS: Saturday Modern Challenge Mercadian Masks World Champs Magic World Champs NEWS: Innistrad Release Notes Arena State of the Game NRG COVID Policies Eternal Night Basic Lands FINANCE: Weekly Winners SCG Secret Lair Singles Sale Magic Financial Aid tcgSniper.com DECK OF THE WEEK: Shocking Shamans Modern Reddit Post

Believe it or not the season is alive and well! We're on the up and about to go Lion hunting at the Optus game park. It's the Restump Podcast's preview of Sunday's vital Freo V Brisbane clash.After drinking from the season rejuvenating fountain of youth last weekend, we're going back for another swig this Sunday.The Lions, a formidable outfit at their best, have looked a bit shaky in recent times. Their away record isn't flash and while they're not to be taken lightly, they look vulnerable, especially as they'll run out Lachie Neale-less!Alex Pearce is a much-welcomed return to help combat the McStays, Danihers and Fullertons and it will be interesting to see who else gets a gig. Will Nathan O'Driscoll finally get the nod? The young mids will need to be last week-like to see off the Lyons, McCluggages, Berrys and Zorkos. We need to be mindful of the often crazy but talented Mitch Robinson and we don't want to see the ball in the accurate Zack Bailey's hands too often.Whatever we do up forward we need someone to spend plenty of dollars on and send Daniel Rich broke. His disposal efficiency and metres gained are weapons of mass forward attack construction!Well we need to win at least two of our last three games, three to be assured, of a place in the finals. We're playing talented teams that are wobbling so we're not without our chances. Our season, once again, starts Sunday.This bloody club we love is doing it again, it's building our hopes and making us dream! We're adding to the bandwagon and going all in so there are 45 minutes of purple hope building right here. Hey the worst, albeit most likely, result from clicking play is we put you to sleep. That's a win win in our book!

Spéciale 500ème, durée extra longue....4 heures P.McCartney-Bluebird-Band on the run (73)G.Harrison-True love-Thirty three & 1/3 (76)J.Lennon-Woman-Double Fantasy (80)R.Starr-Magic-What's my name (19)Beatles-While my guitar gently weeps-White album (68)G.Harrison-Run of the mill (2020 mix)-From the forthcoming "All things must pass" (Deluxe) (20-70)P.McCartney-I don't know-Egypt station (18)P.McCartney-Best friend (live)-Red rose speedway (73-72)Beatles-Strawberry fields forever-Magical Mystery Tour (67)P.McCartney-Only love remains (live)-USBBeatles-Eleanor Rigby-Revolver (66)Beatles-Another girl-Help! (65)Beatles-Being for the benefit of Mr Kite…-Love (06)P.McCartney-She said yeah-Run Devil run (99)R.Starr-All by myself-Goodnight Vienna (74)P.McCartney-Old Siam Sir-Back to the egg (79)Traveling Wilburys-Handle with care-Traveling Wilburys, vol. 1 (88)P.McCartney-Lunch box/Odd sox-Venus and Mars (75)Chuck Berry-Sweet little sixteen-One dozen Berrys (58)J.Lennon-Sweet little sixteen-Rock'n'roll (75)J.Lennon-(Just like) Starting over-Double Fantasy (80)R.Starr-Scouse the mouse-Scouse the mouse (77)J.Lennon-I found out-Plastic Ono Band (70)P.McCartney-Souvenir-Flaming pie (97)P.McCartney-Dance tonight-Memory almost full (07)P.McCartney-English tea-Chaos and creation in the backyard (05)Beatles-Eight days a week-For sale (64)G.Harrison-The Lord loves the one (that loves the Lord)-Living in the Material World (73)G.Harrison-All those years ago-Somewhere in England (81)R.Starr-Picture show life-Old wave (83)J.Lennon-Intuition-Mind games (73)G.Harrison-Cloud 9-Cloud nine (87)G.Harrison-I live for you-All things must pass (70)G.Harrison-Give me love (give me peace on Earth)-Living in the Material World (73)P.McCartney-So glad to see you here-Back to the egg (79)P.McCartney-With a little luck-London town (78)R.Starr-So wrong for so long-Give more love (17)R.Starr-Vertical man-Vertical man (98)Eric Gallot-Les Beatles et la FranceJ.Lennon-Crippled inside-Imagine (71)P.McCartney-Find my way-III (20)P.McCartney-Everybody out there-New (13)R.Starr-Have you seen my baby ?-Ringo (73)P.McCartney-Station II/Hunt you down/ Naked/ C-link-Egypt station (18)G.Harrison-Wah-wah-All things must pass (70)P.McCartney-India-Secret show (02)P.McCartney-Silly love songs-At the speed of sound (76)P.McCartney-Put it there-Flowers in the dirt (89)P.McCartney-Tomorrow-Wild life (71)Eric Gallot-Les Beatles et la France (2ème partie)P.McCartney-Keep under cover-Pipes of peace (83)R.Starr-Attention-Stop and smell the roses (81)Beatles-Here comes the sun-Abbey road (69)P.McCartney-Return to Pepperland-USB (87)Beatles-I saw her standing there-"Free as a bird" single (95)G.Harrison-Your love is forever-George Harrison (79)Beatles-I am the walrus (Love version)-Love (06)R.Starr-Rock island line-Ringo 2012 (12)

It’s extremely sad to see the demise of strawberry growing at Perry’s Berrys in Auckland.It’s not like we didn’t see this coming. It’s not like the horticulture industry hasn’t been crying out for pickers for months and asking the government to help out.But with so many months of their pleas falling on deaf ears, and so little help offered, what choice do some growers have but to shut up shop?Australia pipped us at the post here of course – they let in seasonal workers from the Pacific, put special plans in place to make it happen, they made sure their horticulture industry didn’t get hung out to dry. All while we seemed happy to let fruit rot on the ground.I remember interviewing growers late last year on this; they were forecasting the inevitable doom ahead, and begging the government to step in. I asked what they’d heard back from the government in terms of any relief coming their way. They’d heard nothing. The government hadn’t even gotten back to them, so you can imagine how that felt for them.I notice Horticulture NZ, who’ve been agitating for months on this, is again asking the government to allow quarantine-free travel for workers from Covid-free Pacific Island countries. They’re saying, according to one report, that ‘business will die otherwise’.The government let in 2,000 workers at the end of last year, but that was a drop in the ocean, the industry says it needs more like 10,000 seasonal workers.The stress these businesses must be under, trying to keep themselves afloat, all the while doing it with zero assistance and a limited workforce, must be super frustrating when the solutions are obvious and right in front of you. When the problem can easily be solved. And when you’ve been extremely vocal about that problem – and its solutions – for months on end.It must be how a lot of tourism businesses are feeling currently. Cast adrift without much hope of a life raft.Hopefully that’s all changing soon – hopefully we’ll be getting a trans-Tasman bubble opening shortly.  Fingers crossed there’ll be an announcement today, if not at some stage this week.And once that happens, I get the feeling cooped up Kiwis will head across the ditch in their drove, but I just hope Australians come here in their droves too. God knows we need them.We need business as usual, we need foot traffic, full hotels and motels, we need seasonal workers, we need international students. We need all the things that make an economy tick, and we need them desperately. Let’s hope today’s the day we get the green light on getting that trans-Tasman love flowing.

Wir haben in der vergangenen Woche viele Verluste verkraften müssen Karl Dall (Komiker, Schauspieler und Saufliedermacher), Diego Maradona (Gott) und D-Rap hat Damion Davis an die Coronaleugner und Deepstate-Verschwörer verloren. ANsonsten lernt ihr hier viel über den nächsten tollen Snack/Torte.

In the first episode of Ace on Air, President Dr. Ronald Berry and First Lady Dr. Christine Berry are in the jump seat. You've heard about Dr. Berry's plans for the university through the extensive interview process to be named the 9th President of the University of Louisiana Monroe. Now you can peek into the Berrys life, learn how they met, plans for the president's house, how Dr. Berry's first 2 weeks of being president has been, and if we are getting a First Dog (or maybe 4).

What an episode we have for you today! If you are like my guests, Kristin and Mike Berry, from Honestly Adoption (formerly Confessions of an Adoptive Parent) and desire to do good and be good parents, and feel like no matter what, you are “doing it wrong” then you will want to tune in as we deep dive into their experience parenting eight adopted children. We also look at trauma and FASD.  Mike and Kristin are authors, bloggers, speakers, parent coaches, adoptive parents, and former foster parents. They are passionate about reaching adoptive and foster parents around the globe with a message of hope and transformation. They are the creators of both an award-winning blog and podcast (links below). Between them, they have written nine books. They have been married for 21 years and have eight children, all of whom are adopted. They live on a farm in Indiana (USA).  “We are parenting very different kids from who were growing up and so that led us to question how effective we were and caused us to dig deeper. How that trauma has now impacted the way that they behave.”  The Berrys discuss how they internalized their early struggles, including how they “stumbled” into an FASD diagnosis and dealing with doctors who felt they were “bad parents”. They share how they removed shame and disappointment after experiencing an aha moment at a conference. As well:   How their journey evolved from fostering to adoption and their thoughts on reunification;Thoughts on the difference in engagement to learning about FASD in dads versus moms; andAdvice on building the foundation of healthy attachments in kids with trauma. And if you are a regular follower of this podcast, you will know I always ask about self-care – but I also asked Mike and Kristin how they have stayed married for 21 years because we know a lot of relationships break up when parenting children with FASD or other high needs.  “Have I ever played something out in my mind that was going to be my role as a mom or I thought XYZ? Whatever your expectation is, is there some disappointment that plays into parenting? Yes. And when you are parenting children who have experienced trauma, particularly the trauma of drug and alcohol exposure, it has actually changed the way our child's brain works.”  There are so many quotable moments and I just know you are going to get immersed in their experiences and knowledge. Let me know what your most profound or aha moment was. Because I'm going to bet you will have at least one.  Show Notes:Website, Blog, Podcast: www.honestlyadoption.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/honestlyadoption Instagram: www.instagram.com/honestlyadoptionYoutube: www.youtube.com/honestlyadoption Email: info@confessionsmail.com Support the show

Habt ihr schonmal Essigessenz getrunken? Macht das besser nicht! Jonny und Kahl testen Miracle Berrys wie das ist? Hört selbst!

Trotz allgemeiner Sonntagsmüdigkeit haben sich die drei wackeren Podcastknappen an die Mikrofone begeben und hochwertige Gespräche und allerlei Blödelei zustande gebracht. Enjoy the moment and listen to DDD!

Fairhursts catering has, like many other businesses,been hit by the current lockdown. They have been in the business of providing delicious food since the 80's and specialise in catering for events and weddings. Working out from their kitchen in Swinithwaite, in Wensleydale, they would usually be busy serving teas and catering for weddings at Bolton Castle as well as running their popular farmshop and cafe at Berrys. This year was projected to be one of their best so far with over 30 weddings and most weekends booked, however no one could have predicted the situation we all currently find ourselves in. So what to do? They began providing locals in isolation with free delivery of their delicious ready cooked meals, not realising how popular this service would become. They have had to totally change the way they are operating and now, what began as a small venture, has blossomed into a busy service with around 400 scrumptious meals wending their way weekly to grateful recipients. The dales are quiet at the moment, restaurants,cafes and pubs are closed. So, for any of you fancying a night off cooking and top quality food, Guy talks about their plans for the future, expansion to further afield and what his company is doing to keep the business operating. Website: www.fairhursts.co.uk Telephone: 01969 624668 Address: Berry's Farm Shop, Swinithwaite, Leyburn, DL8 4UH About the Host: Susan is actively involved in promoting Yorkshire businesses with audio production and  on social media. She has been living in Yorkshire for over 30 years. She is passionate about the county she has adopted as her home and she never ceases to be amazed at the wealth of talent ‘Inside Yorkshire’ and the inspirational stories that people tell. Contact Method for Inside Yorkshire  Susan Baty-Symes www.insideyorkshire.co.uk susan@insideyorkshire.co.uk  

Francisco Estrada, con la sencillez que lo caracteriza habla de experiencia en el cultivo de Berrys, pero también como para el, la agricultura es un estilo de vida. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/agrotitanesmx/message

Chris, Kayla, and Ryan welcome Mike and Kristin Berry to talk about their new book, Honestly Adoption. The Berrys are the parents of 8 adopted children and have cared for another 23 as foster parents. They are the founders of Confessions of an Adoptive Parent and together, they host the Honestly Adoption podcast. Their new book is a terrific resource for those considering adoption, as well as those of us who have been in that trenches for years. Resources Mentioned in this Episode Honestly Adoption: Answers to 101 Questions About Adoption and Foster Care - Mike and Kristin Berry One Big Happy Home Web | Facebook | Twitter | Email | Podcast Swag Music: "Home" by Moses Uvere Engineered and Produced by Dallas Stacy Executive Producer: Ryan North

We're back from G-Fest and we have lots to talk about! Hear us (Nicole & James) talk about G-Fest prepping, panels galore, losts & founds, sweet cream coffees, and hangin' with two Berrys! We also chat about our three favorite returning G-Fest artist alley cats, Othell Flowers (@othell1 on Instagram), Lisa Naffziger (@lisanaffziger on Instagram & Twitter), and Destinie Carbone (@kaijuhime on Twitter & @kaiju.hime on Instagram)! Love CBD oil and products? Want to support us while buying CBD products?! Purchase some at TryTheCBD with our affiliate link by clicking HERE! We'll see a percentage of all purchases using that link, so be sure to use the affiliate link whenever you need to re up! Find out more about James' other podcasts "What The Hellmouth?!" @WTHMPod on Twitter," I'll Get There", "Hit It & Crit It", and "This Movie's Gay" @ThisMoviesGay on Twitter, on our website, www.MLMPod.com!!! Plus, download James' new album "King Keizer X"! Nicole's website is live! Check out www.DarlingHomebody.com for all her art, the web comic Crumb Bums we make together, and buy her merchandise! Find her @DarlingHomebody on Instagram, Tumblr and Etsy! Buy her wares! Follow the podcast on Twitter @MSSPod, on Instagram @MSSPodcast, & Facebook @MSSPod to see James play Spyro & Nicole draw Gorma creations from the podcast! Support us by buying Gorma creations on Red Bubble!!! RedBubble: www.redbubble.com/people/MSSPod/portfolio Listen to James' rap music under Marsh Land Monster on Facebook & YouTube. You can also download all his albums on our website!

Åt fanders med ljusets skapelser! Ryggskottet har släppt, om än med viss svankma kvar. Men the show must go on, som Freddie Mercury sjöng föredömligt för cirka 30 bast sedan. Oväntat bra black, något från Berrys hörna, Dansk lofi och dark ambient från Borås. Det kanske inte låter som en kul fest, men ack så fel ni har! Mycket missnöje! Swisha för en tisha (150:- ink. frakt): 0708-961174 Playlist: Perverticon - An Absence Of All But Ashes This Void Inside - Betrayer MMXVIII NyreDolk - Dø Langsomt Örnatorpet - Över Frusen Mark - 1

Great choices for Hip & Cool Garden Plants are covered in this 8 part series designed to add a little zip to your summer garden!   Dovecote is the teaching garden design lab and home to The Garden Talk Salon at Dargan Landscape Architects.    Topics in this episode:    . Solving problems in your garden and cultivating health? Elderberry is the plant for you! . The native Sambucus Americana is a fantastic plant to help mother nature fulfill its duty in your garden by providing nectar for pollinators. . It also provides the humans around it with both Flowers and Berrys, which are very very good for medicinal purposes and to make fun drinks. . It also comes in several colors such as champagne lemony Lace which is my all-time favorite shrub at this very moment. . Experiment with elderflower champagne and with elderberry wine!     Cheers!

This 'n' That Start Name Artist Album Year Comments It's Only a Paper Moon Ken Rosen Theater Organ Idols: Reimagined [Vinyl Gold CD] 2017 2-11 Wurlitzer, Ken & Jenice Rosen Residence, Granada Hills, CA; ex-Pig 'n' Whistle Restaurant, Hollywood, CA; in the style of Buddy Cole 3:02 Hasta Mañana Ken Rosen Theater Organ Idols: Reimagined [Vinyl Gold CD] 1990 2-6 Wurlitzer, Leon Berry Residence, Norwood Park, IL; In the style of Leon Berry, taken from a videotape of the evening - NOTE Location incorrectly stated in commentary - the Berrys moved from Crystal Lake at some point prior to 1990. 6:37 Oh, Lady, Be Good! Ken Rosen Theater Organ Idols: Reimagined [Vinyl Gold CD] 2017 2-11 Wurlitzer, Ken & Jenice Rosen Residence, Granada Hills, CA; ex-Pig 'n' Whistle Restaurant, Hollywood, CA; in the style of Fats Waller 10:25 Tango from Six Franconian Wine Dances Hans Uwe Hielscher Say It With Music [Tontrager Produktion] 2014 4-20 Wurlitzer, Paramount Theatre, Denver, CO 15:41 Broadway Melody; Broadway Rhythm; Paramount on Parade Mark Herman Concert: Long Island University Gymnasium 2017 2017 4-26 Wurlitzer, Long Island University Gymnasium, NY (formerly Brooklyn Paramount Theatre); final concert before theatre restored to performing arts centre 19:01 The Darktown Strutters' Ball Dave Wickerham ATOS 2006 Regional 2006 4-34 Wurlitzer, Shanklin Music Hall, Groton, MA; 3 November 2006 22:55 Sympathy; Giannina Mia Leonard MacClain Operetta For Theatre Organ [Fortune Z 4017] 1957 3-15 Wurlitzer, Tower Theatre, Upper Darby, PA 28:41 Cheerful Little Earful Gus Farney Giant Pipes [Warner Bros. B 1433] 1962 5-24 Wurlitzer, Organ Loft, Salt Lake City, UT 30:50 Serenade Dudley Savage ABC Royal Plymouth 1975 3-8 Compton + Melotone, Royal/ABC Plymouth, Devon, UK 33:49 Bluebell Polka Phil Kelsall Party Night at The Tower [Grasmere GRCD 122] 3-14 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool 36:14 Fancy Pants Eddie Weaver Impromptu Recordings 1965 4-17 Wurlitzer, Byrd Theatre, Richmond, VA; c. 1965 39:24 Can You Read My Mind? Lance Luce Down Under [09LL2002] 2002 Excerpts from four different concerts at the 4/22 Wurlitzer in Morrabin Town Hall, Victoria (1984), 4/29 Wurlitzer, Capri Th, Goodwood,SA (1987 & 2000), 3/17 Wurlitzer, Orion Center, Sydney, NSW. Does not specify venue for each track. 43:18 St. Louis Blues Harold Ramsay BBC Presents - At The Cinema Organ [BBC REC 137M] 1937 3-12 Wurlitzer, Union/Regal Theatre, Kingston-upon-Thames 47:02 Jule Stein Medley Mark Herman Concert: Long Island University Gymnasium 2017 2017 4-26 Wurlitzer, Long Island University Gymnasium, NY (formerly Brooklyn Paramount Theatre); final concert before theatre restored to performing arts centre

This 'n' That Start Name Artist Album Year Comments It's Only a Paper Moon Ken Rosen Theater Organ Idols: Reimagined [Vinyl Gold CD] 2017 2-11 Wurlitzer, Ken & Jenice Rosen Residence, Granada Hills, CA; ex-Pig 'n' Whistle Restaurant, Hollywood, CA; in the style of Buddy Cole 3:02 Hasta Mañana Ken Rosen Theater Organ Idols: Reimagined [Vinyl Gold CD] 1990 2-6 Wurlitzer, Leon Berry Residence, Norwood Park, IL; In the style of Leon Berry, taken from a videotape of the evening - NOTE Location incorrectly stated in commentary - the Berrys moved from Crystal Lake at some point prior to 1990. 6:37 Oh, Lady, Be Good! Ken Rosen Theater Organ Idols: Reimagined [Vinyl Gold CD] 2017 2-11 Wurlitzer, Ken & Jenice Rosen Residence, Granada Hills, CA; ex-Pig 'n' Whistle Restaurant, Hollywood, CA; in the style of Fats Waller 10:25 Tango from Six Franconian Wine Dances Hans Uwe Hielscher Say It With Music [Tontrager Produktion] 2014 4-20 Wurlitzer, Paramount Theatre, Denver, CO 15:41 Broadway Melody; Broadway Rhythm; Paramount on Parade Mark Herman Concert: Long Island University Gymnasium 2017 2017 4-26 Wurlitzer, Long Island University Gymnasium, NY (formerly Brooklyn Paramount Theatre); final concert before theatre restored to performing arts centre 19:01 The Darktown Strutters' Ball Dave Wickerham ATOS 2006 Regional 2006 4-34 Wurlitzer, Shanklin Music Hall, Groton, MA; 3 November 2006 22:55 Sympathy; Giannina Mia Leonard MacClain Operetta For Theatre Organ [Fortune Z 4017] 1957 3-15 Wurlitzer, Tower Theatre, Upper Darby, PA 28:41 Cheerful Little Earful Gus Farney Giant Pipes [Warner Bros. B 1433] 1962 5-24 Wurlitzer, Organ Loft, Salt Lake City, UT 30:50 Serenade Dudley Savage ABC Royal Plymouth 1975 3-8 Compton + Melotone, Royal/ABC Plymouth, Devon, UK 33:49 Bluebell Polka Phil Kelsall Party Night at The Tower [Grasmere GRCD 122] 3-14 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool 36:14 Fancy Pants Eddie Weaver Impromptu Recordings 1965 4-17 Wurlitzer, Byrd Theatre, Richmond, VA; c. 1965 39:24 Can You Read My Mind? Lance Luce Down Under [09LL2002] 2002 Excerpts from four different concerts at the 4/22 Wurlitzer in Morrabin Town Hall, Victoria (1984), 4/29 Wurlitzer, Capri Th, Goodwood,SA (1987 & 2000), 3/17 Wurlitzer, Orion Center, Sydney, NSW. Does not specify venue for each track. 43:18 St. Louis Blues Harold Ramsay BBC Presents - At The Cinema Organ [BBC REC 137M] 1937 3-12 Wurlitzer, Union/Regal Theatre, Kingston-upon-Thames 47:02 Jule Stein Medley Mark Herman Concert: Long Island University Gymnasium 2017 2017 4-26 Wurlitzer, Long Island University Gymnasium, NY (formerly Brooklyn Paramount Theatre); final concert before theatre restored to performing arts centre

A change in the way we watch TV leads to a discussion of television news, particularly related to the Brussels attacks. Also this week Correspondence:- The Televigion Mum sent an article announcing the return of Top of the Lake with added Gwendoline Christie Current TV:- The A Word, Tuesdays 9pm BBC1 Related articles How realistic is The A Word to a mum of autistic boys and Four things you need to know about The A Word Employable Me, Wednesdays 9pm BBC2 Lucky Dip:- Mary Berry's Easter Feast, (BBC1) "On Demand"s My Attention:-  Nashville S3 (DVD or Amazon) 30 Rock (DVD) Inside Amy Schumer (DVD) Gold Star:- Employable Me, in agreement once more! Top of the Pile:- Happy Valley S1 (DVD) Daredevil (Netflix) but only when we get internet... The Future:- Broadband arrives next week! Do you have any thoughts about television news? And let us know if you watched any of the Autism Season on BBC! Contact us on Twitter, online at The Televigion Blog or via televigionist@gmail.com.

Rev. Willie Pierce