Chapter 5: Naked Lunch
We all trooped out into the center of a large circular corn field where the family kept a space around the irrigation system’s largest moving part, the pivot, to allow for maintenance. It was a private island of open space in the middle of acres of screening vegetation. We might as well have been in a remote jungle clearing for all the neighbors could see of us.
“All right, me boyo, you first,” Mary challenged me.
“Ah, I wondered where that came from,” I replied. She looked a bit mystified. “‘Me boyo,’” I repeated. “Kaitlyn says it to me from time to time. I’d never heard it before. I’ve always associated it with her.”
“Oh, that. It’s something from Ireland. My da said it a lot, and Kate must’ve picked it up from me. But quit stalling! Strip, you!”
“Yes, Mrs. Gutierrez,” I said with a smile.
And strip I did. Kaitlyn was right behind me, and most of the rest of the family peeled down in stages, like dominoes falling. Vin and Carmen had walked out with us in their swimwear, so they stayed as they were. Allison got off the blocks late, but she looked like she was trying to make it out of her clothes before her big sis. Ramón was last to finish, and that was more down to him being laconic and methodical, not shy.
Kaitlyn’s mother was businesslike, finishing before her husband, then bending to start setting up lunch.
Meanwhile, the rest of us all just stood around quietly checking each other out, all of us seeing something entirely new for the first time.
“I didn’t know you had a tattoo, mom!” exclaimed Allison, pointing at the buttock she’d turned our way while squatting down to rummage in the picnic basket.
Mary managed to rotate in place, slapping a hand over it as she pivoted her butt to face out into the corn field, coloring almost to match her hair. “It was, um, ah, a youthful folly.” When she saw several of us grinning back at her, not saying a thing, she added, “Now you know when I tell you not to get a tattoo that I’m speaking from experience.” As her blush faded, she stood and turned her back toward us, displaying the tattoo once again, saying, “Well, go on, take a look. It’s terrible, isn’t it?”
It appeared to be some kind of butterfly, its shape distorted by the changing shape of her skin, the colors faded with the years. I couldn’t honestly say that it was a good-looking tattoo, so I stayed quiet.
When the rest also stayed quiet, Mary said with a resurgence of her normal good humor, “Well there you have it. Don’t get tattoos on an ever-expanding ass, kids!”
That caused several laughs, the tension draining out of the situation and allowing us to return to checking each other out.
Kaitlyn’s little sister Allison was well-formed, athletic in the way of a college kid that’s worked to avoid succumbing to the freshman spread. Her breasts were a bit smaller than her sister’s…and she’d shaved her lady parts clean. Hmm!
“Vin! Ew!” she barked, slightly outraged on seeing her little brother nearly drooling at her.
Vin’s eyes immediately snapped up and out, and his mother called him over to help her with lunch. I saw a bit of tenting in the loose swim trunks before he was expertly distracted. I doubted we had a case of incestuous lust, just rather a case of “anything with tits,” which affects most young men his age. I was a bit affected myself.
Carmen was a stunner in her bikini, a glowing Latina goddess in the warm corn field, like a page out of a fantasy swimsuit calendar; she could have modeled swimwear professionally. I smiled at her, then bowed appreciatively towards Miguel, who put an arm around her protectively, a possessive grin on his face.
As for Miguel, he was well-endowed, about my size down below, but on his larger body, it looked smaller. He didn’t sculpt his pubes, but they were neatly trimmed. His work left him more scraped up and callused than cut like a body-builder, yet he was certainly in shape. He turned at one point and showed off what I, a very heterosexual male, gauged to be a pretty nice butt. Carmen seemed to like it; her hand was on one cheek! They were a lovely couple.
Kaitlyn’s parents were in pretty good shape for their age, each about 50. Mary was all matronly curves, a bit plump without being fat, Ramón wiry and scrappy, hardly any wrinkles on him at all. Neither bothered with pubic trimming, both letting it grow completely wild. I wondered if they ever had, being from a generation before that was a thing. And what did her parents think of those of us who had trimmed or even shaved?
Vin was skinny, but with a fair bit of muscle definition from the farm work he was doing here.
I received more than my fair share of glances and gazes, partly I’m sure because I was fair game, not being “family” quite yet. I suspected it was also partly because I was a bit exotic to this Mexican-Irish family, darker than any of them and with off-continent facial features.
“My goodness, Davie,” said Carmen, “you’re even bigger than Miguel!”
“No, I don’t think so,” I replied. “It’s an illusion. We’re about the same, but on that big body… Also, I think I’m a bit more relaxed than he is; this is not new to me like it is to him.” Privately, I thought he could trim is pubes back a bit and help with that comparison, but I wasn’t going to propose it out here at a family picnic.
“Well, Carmen’s definitely bigger than me,” Kaitlyn said, a note of jealousy in her voice.
“Yes, she’s an amazing creature,” I agreed, then went on before I caused an explosion, “and Miguel is blessed to have her, but you are mine, and I love you!” I grabbed her up in a glorious naked hug, swinging Kaitlyn off the ground and around in a 360° spin.
Kaitlyn was smiling broadly when I set her gently back down, and our audience was smiling, too.
“Well, let’s eat!” said Mary, sitting down with her son, their preparation complete.
The next bit of trouble started about ten minutes later when Carmen decided to lose her top without prompting. She didn’t say anything, she just started untying it right there as we were finishing our meal. Vin’s eyes nearly fell out when her perfectly sculpted 37Ds were revealed, immediately pitching a tent in his swim trunks.
Kaitlyn said quietly, almost in a whisper, “Vin! Hey! Come with me a sec.”
Vin tore his eyes away from what the rest of us were appreciating a bit more discreetly, and they walked off together away from the group.
Carmen was definitely professional model grade. Wow! I was glad I had my meditation training to fall back on. I don’t know what the others used to bolster their willpower, but Ramón also managed to remain flaccid, though he did shake things out a bit downstairs, not so shrunken up as before. Miguel, I guessed, was just used to seeing it, the lucky lucky man. Mary just beamed across at her daughter-in-law, proud of her bravery.
We finished the meal with only light chatting. About five minutes later, I turned to see where Kaitlyn had gone, and I could tell she was trying to teach Vin his first lesson in meditation. She’d started him in on deep breathing when he blurted out, “Not helping, sis!” while staring at her heaving chest.
Miguel called over, “Hey, little bro, I think you’d better take a walk in the corn field, y’know?” We all smiled a bit. Carmen had to stifle an amused snort.
Vin must have decided this was good advice, because he did go off into the corn field alone.
Kaitlyn stood up and came back to sit down beside me. I patted her thigh to thank her for her effort. Then to take any sting out of her failure, I whispered in her ear, “Good idea you had; I love you for the concern it showed.” I rubbed her back comfortingly. “Remember your own early difficulties acquiring the skill, and then remember that you weren’t an 18 year old male with a whole lot of distraction at the time.” She squeezed me in reply.
We chatted for some time longer, then Vin came back out of the corn field towards us, still wearing his swim trunks.
Allison piped up, “Looks like the corn’s a little taller over in that direction. It must’ve gotten some good nutrients recently!” adding an evil chortle.
There were smiles all around, excepting her mother, who tried to look scandalized, but failed.
As soon as Vin sat down, Carmen joined in the teasing by untying the side ties on her bikini bottom and tossing them away, revealing a perfect innie with a narrow wedge of topiary pointing the way. Vin just fell backwards onto the ground, looking straight up at the sky, probably trying to grasp at whatever fragments of meditation that my Kaitlyn had managed to impart in their brief lesson.
That gave me an idea. “Hey, everyone, how about the Indian guy gives a lesson on how to meditate?” I didn’t get any objections, so I said, “All right, everyone get into a circle.” I rearranged people to put Vin across from his parents, between Miguel and I, Kaitlyn to my right, Carmen and Allison to Miguel’s left. I hoped this would keep Vin’s eyes forward, toward the least temptation available.
“Vin,” I told him, “time to lose the trunks.”
He looked around a bit, reluctant, but seeing no one coming to his aid, he didn’t squawk, only stripped them off and folded them in front of himself, revealing an average endowment, his pubes completely unmanaged. I guessed he just hadn’t had any cause to keep the ol’ bush trimmed. Was he still a virgin? It’d fit, but I certainly wasn’t going to ask him.
Vin shortly started to get an erection, so I jumped right into the lesson, leading the group in a calm beginner’s meditation session, much as I had with Kaitlyn back on the day we’d first met. The setting helped. Between the fragrance of the sun-soaked corn, the warm mid-summer air, and our postprandial lassitude, I had a lot going for me. I didn’t send anyone on any kind of transcendental journey, but at the end of the session, everyone was looking happy and relaxed.
Kaitlyn and I had the power to do something mystical, but we couldn’t merge with Gaia atop that picnic blanket, so we took the same ride as the rest of her family. It was still a nice way to spend time digesting lunch on a warm summer afternoon.
I wrapped the session up gently, counting it as a success when I noticed that Vin was completely flaccid now. I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, “Think of this moment the next time you have a bit of trouble.” This was apparently unwise, because he started to stiffen right back up again. Sigh. Youth.