They threatened rain, the meteorologists did…they threatened wind…and of course the day before and the day after brought both. But yesterday morning was a blissful respite, a climatic (not to say climactic) oasis in the desert of low temperatures and high precipitation. And we reveled in it.
Visiting one of our favorite haunts, the rooftop sundeck of a nude-friendly, gay-friendly, everything-friendly boutique hotel, we stripped down and gorged ourselves on Prosecco and Tropicana, fresh-baked croissants and brioches and madeleines, and reading material ranging from hardboiled crime yarns to ancient-astronaut tracts to the indescribably glorious ABRAHAM LINCOLN, PRESIDENTIAL FUCK MACHINE. Conversation ensued. One of our number demonstrated an uncanny ability to imitate the call of a loon, surely a useful urban survival trait. Another regaled the company with a reading of one man’s description of what it feels like to be bitten by a variety of different insects. (“A rare, piercing, elevated sort of pain. Someone has fired a staple into your cheek.“) Photos were taken. Relaxation was had. Why can’t every Saturday be a naked-with-friends-in-the-sun Saturday?
What a wonderful day!
WOW!! A day to make us all envious !!! 🙂
Hooray!! Thank goodness meteorologists aren’t correct so often! What a neat group you have…should be more like you.
You have quite a view of New York from your rooftop.
Thank you ladies…spring is in full blossom on ur roof top. You gave a lift to my day!!!
Zacharia Sitchen… are you ladies believers in that sort of thing?
Rooftop pics are beautiful, as always!
Believers? No. But it’s possible to read and enjoy something without believing it.
You’re back to your freedom place… Colonial Inn! In this place you’re not only topless fans but naturist in real way… That’s great!
sublime very nice
Absolutely delightful. Looking forward to singing and playing my 12-string guitars and 10-hole (diatonic) harmonicas skyclad on the back deck once again soon my own bad self, once the weather and the sun cooperate here.
Next book in my queue is Kathe Koja’s “Under the Poppy.”
“Under the Poppy is a brothel owned by Decca and Rupert. Decca is in love with Rupert but he in turn is in love with her brother, Istvan. When Istvan comes back to town, louche puppet troupe in tow, the lines of their age-old desires intersect against a backdrop of approaching war.”
Great job ladies. You are an inspiration! Perhaps one day the walls will come down and we won’t have to hide ourselves.
Always lovely when you ladies share. It’s a bright day in CT and this post makes it all the harder to stay in an office with clothes on.
Another beautiful naturist day! I know the REAL reason you were sky clad. After eating all those wonderful foods, you couldn’t fit into your clothes again! Right?? 🙂
By the way, I’m envious! Enjoy! Enjoy! 🙂
The sun brings out the most beautiful flowers. Here is to many more sunny days!
You all look very sweet and sexy