What if we All Thought About it?

"Why don't you yourself dress yourself as daringly as you appreciate that we ladies do?" Deborah asked a bit smugly. Mea while he clanced at her bikini, which was edging on being see-through.

"Ah, well! To some extent I fear being awkward,"  Gabriel told her.

"Why?"

"Most of all because there isn't much that says I can get away with it!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that few people would accept it from me!"

She sneered a little. But she also showed him a warmth that sort of said to him that she, for one, would. He wasn't sure about this, but perhaps she even would be able to piggy-back upon her appreciation of sexiness.

After thinking about it for a while, she looked at him and said: "To the extent that I should dress sexy, so should those that I can appreciate, I think! Now if you want to be appreciated, why don't you go ahead and try it?"

He seemed to smile over it, she thaought, and cobtinue: "How about you and I go to the park, and there you take off your shirt to begin with."

"Yeah, sure, I can do that! But what do you mean should be the continuation?"

"I'll see to it that there is a continuation!"

 "You sure?"

"Kinda!"

"OK! I'll trust you for it! "

"Let's go!"

Twenty minutes later they arrived at the park. It was fairly full of people.

"How about you take it off right away?" she asked.

"Alright,"he answered and did so.

"Alright!" she said."How about you and I go buy us each a hot dog now?"

"OK!"

They walked a few hundred yards to a hot dog stand. When there, some old lady examined his torso. Then she smiled smugly.

He looked at her, then at Deborah. But Deborah was looking in the other direction, so he put his hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked at him. "What?" she inquired.

"Debbie, I doubt that anyone but some really old ladies feel that way about male extravagance!"

She looked indignant. "And what do you call me, then?" she asked. "I felt it from the beginning and you should be able to care about it!"

A guy who was standing before them in line for hot dogs turned and looked at them, examined them a little. Then he smiled and looked a bit more closely at the girl who seemed to appreciate male state of undress.

She looked back. He was in his thirties, reddish blond and kind of handsome.She kind of smiled, but restrained herself passably from soing it fully.

The guy almost smiled back.Then he looked at Gabriel, and back to her again.

After smiling once more, he turned around and whispered something to a black guy who seemed to be standing in line with him. He turned his head. Bowing his head a little, he smiled and frowned faintly at her. Then he looked at Gabriel's bare upper body, examining it and smiling a bit differently.

Gabriel looked around. he saw the old lad, who had an air of both joy and, somehow, indifference. Turning to look in the other direction, he spotted a fairly young woman, camping on the grass,whom he could imagine had perhaps appreciated his torso. But he could hardly be content with this small perhaps of appreciation.

Looking back at Deborah, he found that she looked at the two guys. She was carrying his shirt, so he took a step towards her and took it, which seemed to startle her a little. She watched him redress and asked: "Do you really feel that you shouldn't stand for anything of courage about it! Why do you feel that you always should be dressed?"

"As I said, I don't feel I'm appreciated enough for it!"

"I doubt that you could feel that there is a compliment for everyone who is exciting to look at! There's a hidden appreciation here and there, which you should learn to recognize!"

Gabriel saw the black man look at them and shake his head. He also saw the old lady, kind of smiling, as it seemed. But Deborah looked serious and thoughtful.

"What do you mean," Gabriel asked her, "that there could be of an appreciation that is not there for men who don't expose themselves?"

"I mean that really most chicks do feel that there really can be something quite attractive with a nude male body!"

Something made Gabriel turn his head towards the young woman whom he had looked at a while ago. She sat there staring thoughtfully in a direction where he couldn't tell if there was something to be watching. Perhaps, he told himself, she somehow senses this, and wonders how to be free from restraints that bind her from caring to show appreciation, when and if she felt some.

Looking back at his friend Deborah, he sighed. "Alright, I'll try a little more," he said. She smiled at him. "Good! Begin with taking the shirt off again."

He sighed again, and stripped it of.  She smiled, went forwards to him, and hugged him tenderly. He felt her nipples against his skin, and smiled. Then he grabbed her wrists (with fairly good gentleness about it), looked her in the eyes and asked: "Why do we seem to be so different about showing off? What do you think?"

She looked nonplussed at first, then answered: "We don't seem different to me, in that sense! For me it's about that we don't have the same calling about it! For some reason guys don't feel it's about their own exposure  -  but that it's just about ours!"

"But, ... You know what? It's not I who feel that it's about anyone's exposure, really! Somehow, it seems, though, that as you and some others tend to appreciate showing off, it becomes difficult to resist you!"

"Oh! We don't really feel we have to expose ourselves, except for that men really want us to! It's not easy to resist every male insinuation about as as those who aught to be as cute and sexy as ... as we feel we have to be for the sake of those who do appreciate it. ..."

"Are you sure they all appreciate it without you insinuating that they should?"

"I feel sure they don't appreciate nothing of worth for it. We don't feel we all have to be cool about it. Rather it's they who don't appreciate us if we don't encourage their appraisal of prurience! ... But that isn't because we are all prurience, but it's because they don't appreciate the rest of us without feeling it!"

The two guys who had looked at them earlier had just bought their hot dogs, turned and looked at them again, while beginning to walk. The old lady also looked at them. Turning his head, Gabriel looked at the young woman he had noticed before. She, though, somehow looked a bit more detached than before.

Deborah put her hand against Gabriel's cheek. Turning his head softly towards her, she showed that she saw whom he was looking at. She stared at her for a short while, then looked at him, insinuating that she wondered if he felt her appreciation was very important.

He felt nonplussed. But thinking about it, he too wondered if he felt that. "Look, I don't know if there's anything especially interesting about her! I really couldn't find anyone else, except you, who could, even perhaps, prove your point to me  -  the point that there could be an appreciation out there, which I could learn to discern as ... an uplift or so."

"Do you feel like talking to her?"

He looked surprised. "Yeah, I guess."

She took his hand and pulled him towards her. When they got to her Deborah smiled and said: "Hi there!"

The girl looked up. "Who are you?" she interrogated.

"Eh, we just felt that you seem to appreciate good things in life! Do you feel that we are right?"

She looked surprised. "Sort of, I guess. ..."

"Then do you appreciate his looks, without a shirt on?"

"What?"

Gabriel looked embarrassed. "Debbie, no, I can't!"

"Oh, come on Gabe!"

The girl giggled. "The two of you should manage on your own, I think."

"Oh " they both said, and started leaving.

The girl looked thoughtful. "Even so," she added, "I feel that it was kind of splendid to happen to get your acquaintance. ..."