R18+

Les couldn’t quite put his finger on it but there was something different about today.

Everything seemed normal, Les thought, as he shuffled his seventy year old frame passed his neightbour’s front gate, framed by a neat white latticework of sweet jasmine primping itself in the morning sun.

The air hummed with the satisfied sound of bees dusting their diligent way through yellow wattle flowers that were child-stuck onto the street shrubs above his head like miniature pom-poms.

Marauding magpies were swooping amongst the backyard gum trees, scattering a strident protest of smaller birds in their wake.

He was on his regular walk from his little house to the park and all this was as it should be.

So what was different about the quiet neighbourhood street this morning?

It was quiet. Too quiet.

No kids. Also, no cars on the road. Hmmm.

He stopped and ruminated under the overhang of a wattle tree, removing his faded blue cap and dabbing at his florid forehead with a handkerchief.

A weekday was it? Yes, he had seen Dr Barnett yesterday as usual. A strange look the doctor had given him when Les said, as he always did, “See you next week Doc”.

Rather rum that, he was normally quite a jolly fellow for a medico. Even the usually friendly busty girl at the front desk pretended to be busy with her computer when he passed on his way out.

Not a public holiday perhaps?

No, there were no public holidays in mid October.

He stepped out of the shade back into the sunlight and thoughtfully propelled his stooped body along the stilled streets.

It was a fifteen-minute walk to the little park. The manicured lawn surrounding the gardens was devoid of people except for a pair of vivacious young fillies giggling amongst themselves at the picnic shelters. Both were in their early twenties – and pretty, he noticed appreciatively.

The children’s’ playground, normally populated by two or three mothers and their roving band of gleeful offspring, today lay silent and empty.

He sat on his favourite bench out near the dip where the ducks like to roam before the sun gets too hot.  He opened his paper but soon laid it alongside on the bench and leant back in quiet contentment, his eyes closing behind his dark glasses.

“Excuse me Sir.”

A pair of dark eyes looked at him questioningly from a face flawless except for a brown mole that decorated her left cheek with beguiling forthrightness. She leant her curvaceous body down towards him. The upper swelling of a luscious pair of breasts rose and fell in steady rhythm above her dress.

“Is he awake?” asked the tall slender girl behind.

“I’m not sure,” said the curvy girl.

He tried to speak but all that came out, was a gurgle.

“Oh, you are awake,” said the buxom girl. “May I take off your sunnies?”

Without waiting for a reply, she gently eased the dark glasses from his face. Close enough to kiss her nut-brown breasts.

“There you go, much better,” she said and propped herself beside him on the bench, on the opposite side to his paper.

Les looked across as she smoothed the yellow frock across her thighs, drawing her hands up the length of her body and caressing her breasts. She stretched her arms above her head with a soft sigh. Dark nipples stood up through the fabric. Her nude armpit was only a breath away, entrancing and seductive.

“What a glorious day!” said the other lissome girl happily, stepping closer to the bench. She laid down a large wicker basket, its lid decorated with green vine and red roses.

“Yes,” he croaked, “It is.”

She stood like a young gazelle. The wide legs of her shorts rippled open. His gaze rose and lingered on the seductive suck of her belly button amidst taut flesh (oh, what heaven was this!) then travelled up to a halter top that revealed – yet at the same time bandaged tight – the twin grapefruits of breasts that hung ripe and captivating in the classic erotic tease of “Here We Are, But You Can’t Have Us!” Her arms hung in acquiescence; her delicate hands idle for long, perfect moments before she spoke again.

“I’m Lily,” she said.

“And I’m Sophia,” said the curvy girl alongside him. Her eyes were closing, voice slow and dreamy.

“I’m Les.”

“Yes, we know,” said Sophia, her eyes still closed.

Apart from the chuckles and imprecations of a nearby kookaburra stirring the indolent morning air, they had the park to themselves.

“Let’s play I Spy,” said Lily excitedly, “Do you know how to play I Spy, Les?”

“Of course,” said Les, remembering back to long car trips with he and his brothers thrown together in the back of a baking puce-brown Holden Kingswood, its windows wide open and their eyes squinting tight against the glare and dust.

“We have this one extra little rule, though” said Sophia dreamily from alongside him.

“If you make a wrong guess, you have to take off an item of clothing,” said Lily with a giggle.

“How does that sound, Les?” asked Sophia.

“Well, i don’t know,” said Les faintly. “Won’t we be arrested if we start taking our clothes off in public.”

“No – not today – not on World Liberation Day,” said Lily.

“Today is the one day of the year when they keep the kids indoors and you can do anything you want, so long as it doesn’t hurt anyone,” said Sophia.

“I’ve never heard of any World Liberation Day,” said Les, an unwelcome feeling of suspicion tinging the joy that had hitherto been spreading through the aged channels of his body.

Why would they want to rob a pensioner with no more than a handful of dollars and a Lotto ticket in his pocket?

“Have you noticed there are no kids or families around today?” asked Lily.

Well, yes. That much was true. No kids at the bus stop. No families at the park. It was all very singular.

“That’s because it’s World Liberation Day.”

“To be part of the fun, all you have to do is to sign here.”

A purple folder appeared in Lily’s hands. She placed it on his lap with a coquettish flourish and opened to a page headed “How You Can Join World Liberation Day”. It was on Federal Government letterhead with the coat of arms at the top. He lifted the sheet of paper and felt the quality. The text was too small for him to read but he could see the large signature block at the bottom.

“It’s a new thing, today is when lots of people around the world are doing it” said Sophia.

Seeing his hesitation, she stood up and turned her back.

“Unzip me.”

“What do you mean?” he asked unsteadily.

“Forget about I Spy. Just unzip me.”

He fumbled at the zip of the yellow frock.

Sophia stepped out of her dress. With the complete expanse of her voluptuous body deliciously naked in the sunlight, she turned towards him. His gaze fell with irresistible longing upon her plump mons and its velveteen triangle of hair.

“Not so fast, Les,” she chided, moving just out of reach, her breasts swaying in abandon.

“All you have to do, is sign,” said Lily, with purple folder and pen in her hand.

He sat back down and signed.

“Well, seeing as you are about to have a very special time with us, here is a little treat to get you going.”

Lily poured a plastic cup of water from her wicker basket. He swallowed the blue pill.

“Now we can have fun!” cried Lily. She drew a picnic blanket from the basket and unfolded it on the grass. She plucked out two satin cushions and tossed them on the blanket with gay abandon. She lifted her halter-top above her head, revealing a gorgeous pair of fruity breasts. The two girls, one rubenesque and naked, the other slender and topless, came together and kissed.

Desire swirled through his body like the flush of the incoming tide rushing into a long-stagnant rock pool. With a sharp intake of breath, he watched as Lily sashayed right out of her shorts, her naked buttocks dancing with delightful synchronicity on either side of the Y of her G-string.

Standing behind Lily, Sophia turned her around to face Les, cupping Lily’s breasts from behind and kneading her nipples before sliding her hands down into Lily’s groin, fingers pressing gently into the grooves on either side of the tiny shroud that was the only remaining impediment to Lily’s vulva.

Lily arched backwards and, placing her hand on top of Sophia’s, guided it just above her G-string and the other girl’s hand slipped inside.

Les could stand it no more. With a frenzied groan, he tore off his clothes. Aided by the blue pill, his cock stood hard for the first time in months. Hot blood pounded feverishly through his temples. He stood massaging his swollen member, naked and exhilarated, not caring that he was in the middle of a public park and in broad daylight.

The girls stopped their erotic tryst and Lily stepped out of her G-string to lie back on the picnic rug, her head resting on one of the satin cushions. She drew her knees up and parted her long legs. Nestled in the moist tangle of dark hair, the lips of her vulva lay delectably naked, engorged and pink. Her breasts were flushed, with her long nipples standing up like little rubber test tubes. Eyes closed, she reached down and separated her plumped up lips with her middle finger. She began rubbing her bed of clitoral ecstasy, moaning with wantonness.

Sophia knelt on the rug. He stood before her, dizzy and hot, his heart beating erratically. Her firm mouth and fingers fastened around his cock and her breasts bounced against his legs. He felt the spirit rising through his loins but it subsided and did not release.

Sophia stood and kissed him, her mouth wet and wide, her tongue probing. Feeling the full length of naked womanhood pressed against him for the first time in decades, his hands cradling her naked buttocks, the press of her breasts against his, her naked vulva firm against his leg, a glorious flood of dopamine washed through his mind. A god-like feeling of ecstasy poured over him, marred only by the pounding in his chest.

They lay down beside Lily, who was by now skating on the very edge of her climax, rubbing her breasts frantically with one hand with the fingers of her other thrusting spasmodically between her thighs, her legs open to the blue skies above.

Sophia drew him on top. She guided the tip of his cock into her inner sanctum, into that most private of female parts. He felt the head of his cock roll inside her outer lips, then press deeper.

“Slower,” she commanded.

Gasping for air, feeling like there was a wild beast throwing itself against the bars of a cage within his chest, he tried to slow the erratic thrusting of his loins.

Then that glorious spirit rose within him for the very last time and he managed to come to a delirious climax just before a devastating shrapnel of glass shards seemed to shatter in his chest.

Dressed again, picnic basked packed and waiting for the ambulance, the two young women looked down on the blanket-covered corpse.

“He never saw it coming,” said Lily.

“That new pill works pretty damn well,” said Sophia.

“Well, that’s one less old person to clog up the health system,” said Lily.

“Yes, the government doesn’t mind paying us. It’s so much cheaper for them than being up for all the future hospital and palliative care.”

“And it’s so much more fun for everyone!” said Lily as the ambulance drew near, her face still flushed from the morning’s exertions.