Simka’s Day Out

An excerpt from Simka's Day Out

"Wh— wha— what?" sputtered the fellow.

"Hello. My name is Simka."

"Why— You're— You haven't a stitch on!" the astonished man observed.

"It's the nude day for Simka," the girl said simply. "I am being nude all day." And the teenage wanton turned and went skipping down the lane.

It wasn't long before she came upon Ole, the woodchopper, hard at work among some brush. He was shirtless and his muscles gleamed with sweat.

"Hello, Ole," she said softly.

The young man looked up slowly and straightened, saying nothing. With a blank expression, he leaned on his ax.

"You have wonderful muscles." The young man merely looked her up and down and drank in her nakedness. "Would you like to feel the muscles of Simka?" she asked.

"I would indeed," he said simply. And soon, they were hard at it together, Ole leaning over Simka, who lay back over a log, taking his marvelous, smooth tool inside her, sawing back and forth with a masterful stroke.

"Oh, oh, good!" Simka gushed. "Oh, ja! Oh, goodness!" Her little breasts bounced and shook as she gasped and rocked against him, grasping his shoulders, wrapping her slim legs around his, and groaning with the pleasure of boy number four for the morning.

Only thirteen fellows to go to mark her seventeenth birthday.... What a wonderful day it was turning out to be after all!