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