When Nudity Is Not Art

Story Submitted by Barbara:

Russell offered to take me to an arts fair for our first date.  It was a couple of hours away, and I had been there once before when I was a kid, so I was pretty excited about spending the day with him there.

Russell had gone to my high school, and was apparently a sophomore when I was a senior, but I don't remember ever meeting him before the dating site.  Still, we had a lot of great memories of the same teachers, friends, and events, and that helped us bond very quickly.

He picked me up on a Saturday morning, treated me to a local breakfast, and off we went to the fair.

We were a little over an hour into the drive when he slowed the car down a bit and unzipped his pants.

"So," he said, "How about a little road head?"

I busted out laughing and said, "Zip your pants up, boy."

He left them unzipped for the remainder of the ride, and likely would have walked around the whole fair with his fly open if I didn't remind him about it upon exiting the car.

I had mostly forgotten about the road head request when we were walking around the fair and he whispered, "That offer is still open.  It's a long ride back."

I was somehow able to distract him by ducking into a glassware booth.  I insisted on paying for lunch, and we walked around a bit more when he pointed to a port-o-potty.

"Do you want to go down on me in there?" he asked, hopefully.

I said, "Gross.  I wouldn't go down on a popsicle in there."

"What's gross?  I'm gross?"

"No," I lied, "Those portable toilets.  Everyone's been using them, and they always smell awful."

He looked at them thoughtfully for several moments, then strode over, opened one up, entered, and closed it behind him.

I stood a good distance away, as I wanted to wait for him, but I've never liked how those things smelled.  Always bad.

He didn't come out for a while, and I knocked on his door.  He said, "Come in.  You get used to it after a while."

I looked around to make sure that no one heard him and I said, "Come out, Russell.  Time to keep going."

He said, "Come on in.  This is the best-smelling one that I've ever been in."

I said, "If you don't come out, then I'm going to keep going on in the fair."

"Then I'll drive away."

I really disliked him for saying that, and I grabbed the door handle, in the unlikely event that it was unlocked and that I could somehow pull him out.

It was unlocked, all right, and he was naked inside.  His clothes lay in a heap, by a puddle on the floor.

I screamed and shut the door.  He softly rapped at the door from the other side.  "Come on.  Come in."

I said, "I'm going on, and I don't care if you drive off.  If you come find me, then fine."

I stormed away.  He ended up finding me and we went on for the rest of the day as if nothing had happened.  I couldn't squeeze the image of him nude, just waiting for me, out of my head.

As soon as we climbed into the car, on the way back, he unzipped his pants again, but this time didn't say anything.

When he dropped me off at my place, he said, "So I guess I'm not going to be hearing from you?"

I replied, "You guess right," and left his car.