Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2019 12:09:19 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: The Life and Times of Natural Noodle (part two) for bisexual/adult-youth/ Reader Note: This is a love story pure and simple. A loving tribute to a dad from his son. If this offends you- and by that I mean male sexuality in all its fullness, if you are not of legal age, then please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at wiseoldowl@gmx.com Please give to Nifty, your support keeps it going! Please read the chapters in the following directory prior to reading this: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/watching-daddy/ And read all sections of this directory in order, thank you. The Life and Times of Natural Noodle Part Two Now dear readers, thank you for enjoying both threads about my dear, late dad. The very volume of dad's early life tales required a new thread and directory. I think his early life stands perfectly on its own and thus I shall try to transcribe as many of his early adventures before he met my mum in the early 1950's. A reminder to all readers that my dad was born in the late 1920's and grew up in the 1930's and 40's. A different country and different time. Life was very relaxed and carefree; he and Rosie both survived the war years unscathed by being far from the city. A feeling of trust and safety was known by all he knew and he never felt under threat by any person or thing. Times were different in what I called as a young listener back in the 1960's and 70's, "daddy's olden day's times." Even after my very first hearing of many of the early life tales of my daddy's, I was hungry for more. I could hear them over and over, asking more probing questions each time he retold any. The voyeur in me was alive and well in my very early life and I loved hearing about daddy being my age or there about...that was truly an amazing feeling. Once I knew the reason why daddy (Reggie) was nicknamed, Natural Noodle by his big sister (my auntie) Rosie...well I just wanted to hear any and all about those days back in the small village in England daddy and Rosie grew up in and all that went on. And of course, exactly how and when daddy got naked...that was the very best part! It did not take long for me one night in bed after hearing the nicknaming tale to ask for the very next event after meeting elderly Mr. Clarity. Even at my early stage of life, I knew Mr. Clarity was going to be very influential in my dad's young life. I had to hear more. I loved the fact daddy, just about my same height and school level as that moment I lay listening, walked down those stairs naked and boldly retrieved his homework book and met Mr. Clarity. That made my little mouth drop open. Dad, at just about my age, doing that...made me in awe of him! What a brassy rusty reddish blonde nature boy he was back then...and still was as far as I was concerned! So there was daddy, loosely robed after his nightly bath and lying along my bed and telling me yet another "long ago daddy tale" and I keenly drank it in and asked loads of questions. That's just what I did. I begged, "Tell me about your first visit to the old Clarity house...what happened? Did you get naked?" Daddy smiled as always and hushed me gently. "Just listen, I'll tell all you want to know, just be patient. Rome wasn't built in a day." He always said that about Rome! Well, I waited and he slowly began...time slipped back. Daddy became my age again in his tale, shorter and hairless apart from his reddish golden hair and full vim and vigour...skinny, nimble footed, leggy as could be and really athletic. My daddy! I could picture him back then so very well. We had scads of old black and white photos from his early school days and I knew how he looked so very well. "I was very excited by Mr. Clarity's offer of his garden and old field behind the house to play. I wanted to climb that tree, splash in the old pond and run along the overgrown rose garden paths by the dining room windows. I had been planning to do it anyway but it was nice to be invited. The weather in late May that year was sultry and getting naked was so easy, no chilly breeze. The winter was always a challenge. Naked romps had to be planned indoors and they were less fun. Outdoors was natural and free! So I think it was the very next day after he came by the house I planned to go and pay a call on the old couple. And show off of course! I told Rosie that morning after breakfast I would and she said I was to be careful. I wondered if Miss Hillman, who was washing clothes heard me. She never paid much mind to us and went about her duties like a robot. I ran off in my usual school attire and had a long day of lessons. I could not wait for that day to end. When we finally got the bell to go, I dashed on my brown leather shoe clad feet to the old Clarity place. I think I may have been there in ten minutes I went so fast. I was so excited and just bursting to show off! I bolted down the long front garden walk. The house was well back off the old road and backed onto a farm which shared the old field. I saw cows as I ran by. I let my small nimble feet bounce up the two wooden front steps to a small porch and big oak door with a window. A lace curtain blocked the view in. All the windows had lace hanging for privacy. No wonder I never saw the Clarity's before. My hands held my books tight as I pulled the bell ringer, very old fashioned. I heard a jangle sound indoors and then the lacy curtain of the door window swept sideways and a thin, attractive grey haired lady peeped out. Her hair swooped up in a bun and pinned in place. Eyes like brown satin and a figure that even made the young me take notice of. She may have been 70 but a stunner. Her smiled warmed me. The door opened and her elegant tasteful figure fully appeared in a dark, tailored looking dress. Having no mum of my own I was instantly alert to her motherly expression and her cleavage. I had never seen such fine cleavage before that I knew. My eyes locked onto two big breasts and a "V" cut in the fabric of her dress that showed just that special space just between. Auntie Rosie was not yet bloomed in the chest area back then, still rather flat and so this was rather a revelation of sorts for me. "You must be our little monkey Reggie, OH I mean Natural Noodle...coming to explore and climb trees no doubt." Her lilting voice sang out as she guided my shorter sweaty body inside the large front hall. "Natural Noodle, it's good to see you." Mr. Clarity's voice rang out as he came down from upstairs. They were both so tall compared to me and towered over my three feet or so of height. She was almost as tall as he was, she wore heels I think. I said hello and thanked them and asked if I could go out back and have fun. They said yes. Mrs. Clarity offered me a place on the fine old kitchen table to put my books and I did. Mrs. Clarity bent down and wrapped her long arms around me, her slender fingers entwining around my back, pulling me close to her pillow-like breasts and she rubbed ever so tenderly along my spine. She spoke right in my ear in a soft motherly way. "You be safe, Natural Noodle. And we saw you yesterday, we know you like to be a naturist...which means be naked and that is fine but beware of your tender small feet. We do have some debris of old nails, so watch where you walk. And when you're ready to undress, put your clothes on the back porch wicker settee...for safe keeping. We'll watch over you from the windows and the back porch, call out if you have any trouble. Mr. Clarity will rescue you." Mr. Clarity stood over us both smiling down like a skinny Santa. I liked them both so much and I only just got there! She moved and showed me out to the porch. She and Mr. Clarity stood as I looked out over the garden and field beyond. I looked up in my school sweater vest, button shirt and short trousers and announced, "I am ready to be a...nateralisted." Mr. Clarity corrected me with a smile, "A naturist. Well, fold your school clothes nicely onto the settee. We can't have Rosie all upset with you. And when you are done playing, come inside and we'll see you have a good wash and have lemonade with us, OK? Then we'll get you dressed up again!" I could not believe how open they were and how understanding. I was so shocked! I smiled and moved to the settee as they stood watching and admiring my bold and brassy nature. I was not shy, not one bit and they just adored that. I sat on the settee seat by the porch rail and began to strip off. It was so nice and warm on that day after school in May. I tugged my sweater vest over my head and folded it just so and then undid each button and pulled off my shirt. My bare chest felt so warm in the afternoon sun. Once the shirt was in a nice neat place on the seat both adults agreed I was a very tidy young man and very well mannered. I smiled as I worked off each of my leather shoes; I wanted them to be impressed. Mr. Clarity bent forward and took one of my small shoes. He looked at it closely. "Noodle, I am going to give these a good buffing for you while you play. Is that OK with you?" I nodded and thanked him and then handed him my other warm shoe. He held them as I twiddled my toes on the cool wooden porch floor. My sweaty wool socks needed airing and my little toes needed stretching. I liked being called Noodle for short, it reminded me of my very own noodle and loved it." Daddy took a breath and rubbed my sleepy head with a warm big hand. "You still awake, Tony?" "Oh, yes. My eyes are just shut. I am picturing you in your grey knee socks on the back porch and twiddling your little toes, just like mine are now." And I twiddled mine under the blanket. Daddy smiled and twiddled his big toes on the bottom of my bed and we both giggled. He then went back to the "olden days". "Mrs. Clarity being so kind, she sat by me on the settee and reached down and grabbed my small big toe in my sweaty grey wool sock. I giggled just like you do. "I got you!" She said in a fun way and I just loved her. She then slid her long fingers down inside one sock and pulled it free of my small pink fleshed foot as I did the other. "Teamwork! I love helping you. We never did have children. It's lovely to have you about the place." She said as she grasped both my sweaty knee socks and aired them over on the porch rail side by side. In a flash I pulled off my short trousers and old boxer underwear. They just flew off me. I did not even blink. I stood nude as could be folding my trousers and underwear as if I were in my bedroom alone. They just stood and marvelled. "Perfection, beauty and perfection! Such a golden youth!" Mr. Clarity said almost in a shout for joy. I had my little round arse to them; I turned on my nimble bare toes and faced them boldly and said, "I am off to play. Watch me- watch me!" And I leapt off the porch, my very own noodle bouncing madly; I sprung like young Tarzan onto my bare feet and bounded off. My arse cheeks glinting in the sun as I ran and I laughed and they clapped. I just played my heart out, I really did. I climbed and swung and ran thru the low end of the pond. I saw both of them at first watching from the porch and then just Mrs. Clarity from the dining room windows as Mr. Clarity obviously polished my shoes for me. I must have run around like a naked mad monkey and all thru the rose garden waving up at a beaming Mrs. Clarity who sat like a beautiful statue watching me from the window. I can still see that smile! My naked body fluttering by as she took me in with her sweet eyes...fully!" Dear readers, even at my young stage of life as I lay listening to this, the very idea of this delightful older couple drinking in my daddy as he romped in his birthday suit just outside their windows, well, it thrilled me. It filled me with joy and excitement. I loved knowing they saw ALL of my daddy...even his little lovely bouncing noodle with all that extra skin he was so proud of! "I sailed up the back porch steps, my feet now soiled and dusty and bit sore. Mr. Clarity saw me approaching and propped open the back door and I scuttled in. All my clothes had been taken indoors already by Mrs. Clarity and they sat on a kitchen chair even neater than before. I was so dusty and grassy for all my nude frolics I just stood on the door mat and waited. Mrs. Clarity walked in and knelt before me, she held my worn grey knee socks close to my face. "Smell these, how fresh from just an hour's blow in the air. See?" She said as we both inhaled my sock scents together almost nose to nose. I could still smell my lovely foot aromas but only faintly, the toe ends still had sweat smudges on the wool and were a little stiff from a full day's wear...but fresher they were. Mr. Clarity held up my leather shoes and they shined as if new in the afternoon setting sun. The kitchen was lovely and had a table and chairs on a linoleum floor. I ventured in my little voice. "I am so dusty and my feet are rather dirty...they will mess your nice floor." "Good thing I called Rosie on the telephone and arranged for you to have a bath here today....how's that young man, our Natural Noodle- full of strength and poise!" Mrs. Clarity sang out. I was thrilled. "Oh, Yes. I have never had a bath anywhere but home. How fun!" But I still daren't move from the mat, my feet were mucky. "Come on you, our little Noodle, hop on. I may be over 70 but I give a damn good piggy back ride!" Mr. Clarity hollered as he switched places with the wife and knelt before me with his back all low and ready. My own daddy was too busy to give piggy-back rides and Rosie, well, Rosie did but not very well. She was not tall enough yet. I latched onto him, wrapping my slender arms around his neck, my gangly legs around his waist...his beard all tickly on my naked arms. He reached around and locked his hands under my bare arse cheeks like a little seat just so I'd not fall off. He was great, I felt safe and excited as he rose up and up...like a big horse! His old wool sweater was all itchy against my exposed front side as I held tight, but that's what happens when you get a piggyback ride naked! I learned that right then and there but loved it all the same. We galloped, or as close as an old man could gallop, off down the hall and up the stairs to their bathroom above. Mrs. Clarity right on his heels making sure I did not fall off." I stopped daddy in his tale. "You were taking a bath with strangers? They were giving you a bath? And seeing your noodle?" I was so amazed and awestruck. "Tony, they'd known my family all my life. I did not know them well but they knew me and really cared for me and Rosie. That's why I have those photos in the album of them...the old people. You know those?" Daddy said seriously. I did know those photos and never knew who they were, now I did. "And as for taking a bath, well, I was Natural Noodle, Rosie gave the OK and I wanted lemonade and my body was too dirty to sit at the table...so bath it was and Tony, I loved being the centre of attention and yes, my noodle and all! I was just loving being seen by them...you know that's what I loved more than anything!" Now daddy did a funny thing next. He knew I'd roar like a lion at the injustice. He loved to tease me! "Well, they gave me a warm lovely bubbly-wubbly bath...they both tickled my toes and scrubbed my nose and got everywhere in between! And that's it, can't remember any more! Then I went home. Now go to sleep." And he stood up to go. Well, I wailed like mad. "Daddy, NO! That's not the whole story. NO! Tell me about the bath! Tell me how they scrubbed and rubbed. Tell me." I was all red faced. Daddy knew without the shadow of a doubt, Tony, his only child was a voyeur and hooked on the life of his dear daddy, his very own...Natural Noodle. "OK, OK. I'll tell you all about my first bubble bath at the Clarity house. I had many more but the first was extra special and I'll never forget it. They were both so dear and so kind..." Daddy did carry on sharing the event much to my youthful delight. Details, I needed details. Sounds, smells, tastes...ALL! And daddy delivered. Lucky me, lucky you! More of his early life and times soon...the bath carries on. Much more to come and also please enjoy my life memoirs: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/watching-daddy/ Feel free to write me anytime! Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com