Hot Hippy Summer - Sex Stories

Hot Hippy Summer

***Author's note: This is largely based on a true story; as usual names and some details are obscured to protect the guilty. This story contains piss play, some minor public exhibitionism, two very sweaty unwashed people, and some foot and toe sucking. If any of that isn't your thing, look away now. This story is about "Meg" who I've also written about here:Hedonistic Hippy Weekend, but these stories are quite independent of each other.***

My friend Meg and I had been meaning to get together for a while and finally found a day that worked for both of us. It was a Sunday in late summer and we both had responsibilities on Monday so I knew we couldn't get too crazy, but it would still be good to see her. Plus the forecast called for it being a real scorcher - heat, humidity, sun, the works - so I was expecting my hippy friend to be even riper than normal. We planned to meet downtown and then she needed to be back at her place that night, so we decided to see the sights, take the train back out towards my place where I'd parked my truck, and then I'd give her a lift the rest of the way home.

It was late morning when I got to the train station and parked up, and already oppressively hot. I could tell I was making pit stains in my t-shirt and I felt like I'd made the right decision wearing flip flops and dark shorts. With how hot it would be I hadn't bothered with underwear, and it was clearly a day where I would be sweating through anything I was wearing. The un-air ...

... conditioned train ride downtown was about 30 minutes and when I got up I definitely left a sweat puddle behind in my seat.

Meg had been downtown the night before and was waiting for me just outside the station. We spotted each other simultaneously and she half-skipped, half-scampered over to meet me, wavy hair bouncing as she did. She was in a yellow v-neck sundress with buttons down the front and cowboy boots. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra (especially since a few of the buttons were undone) and I guessed that an observant passerby would be able to tell she wasn't wearing panties either, given how little coverage her dress was giving her petite ass. Of course, I'd never known her to wear panties so this was hardly a surprise. Others might also have been surprised to see the tufts of hair from under her armpits and somewhat shaggy legs; then again, for me this was simply a known quantity with Meg. She was firmly committed to no shaving, no underwear, no deodorant, minimal showering, and lots of fun.

As she reaches me she jumps up, wrapping her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. She's a short little thing at just about 5', but she's done this move before and knows I'm a fan. I grab to support her minimal weight and find the I have two palms' full of ass, her skirt having billowed out as she jumped and now covering my incidental groping from prying eyes. She smacks a kiss on my nose.

"Missed you sexy" she says with a mischievous twinkle, then plants her ...