TV "ECSTASY"

by "c.c."

My name is Patrick Martin and I'm well-known in some circles as an up-and-coming young Publisher. At least I was, until I released my best-seller! Sound confusing? Let me explain....

Psychologists say that our sexual peculiarities are fixed sometime in our childhood. If that's true, then perhaps mine were formed on the Saturday afternoons that I spent at the local movie house when I was a boy. You see, I have always been turned on I really turned

by those scenes in books, movies and TV shows in which a nicelooking young chick gets caught out naked or completely loses her clothes in some embarassing situation. And when I was a kid, the movies were full of that stuff.

You know what I mean. I have a whole collection of magazines, paperbacks and videotapes just featuring episodes like this.

Like a story in a Confession Magazine about a woman who went Streaking on her thirtieth birthday, on a dare from some friends. Only Streaking has to be done completely naked, and this poor thing was blind as a bat without her glasses! She ended up lost, miles away from home, completely au naturel.

Or like a scene in an Italian Gladiator Movie called SIEGE OF SYRACUSE when a young lady is bathing in a stream while an inventor accidentally sets fire to her clothes, and she has to run around for awhile with just a bunch of leaves clutched in front of her. Wow!

Or one of the classics in the field, a Perry Mason mystery called CASE OF THE SUNBATHER'S DIARY which opens with a heroine who has been driving around in a trailer. She parks in a secluded spot and goes out sunbathing, but someone steals her car, trailer and everything in it. I get excited just thinking about the scene where she returns to where she was parked and finds that every stitch of clothing she owns along with her money, house and car has been simply carted

away.

But my real favorite has always been ECSTASY, a classic German film from the Thirties in which a young and lovely Hedy Lamarr goes riding, then skinny-dipping in the woods, leaving her clothes in a saddlebag on her horse. The mare hears a stallion calling in the distance and trots off to it, leaving poor Hedy to chase naked through the woods in pursuit. The mare reaches the stallion, and as the two animals nuzzle, Hedy almost catches up to her. Then the stallion snaps at Hedy's mount and it bolts, galloping away in the distance. That brief shot of the future Hollywood star, standing naked in a field, looking in anger and embarassment at the virile animal that has caused all her troubles (And the stallion seems to be positively laughing at her nudity) turns me on every time I see it.

Anyway, as I say, this sort of thing has always had a strong erotic appeal for me, and over the years I have amassed a considerable collection of books, magazines and videotapes containing stories and episodes like this. But it was always my strongest wish to witness my fantasy first-hand; to actually be there when some young lady emerged dripping from the lake to find her clothes were no longer where she'd left them. To actually see the exciting mixture of surprise, anxiety and embarassment on her pretty face when she realized she was stuck naked, far from Home and Clothing... Oh, if only I could be there when it happened, I thought. Then I'd be happy.

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So it's no wonder that my eared pricked up one night at a fashionable cocktail party where I had been invited by some writers who wanted me to publish their work when I heard a soft, feminine voice behind me saying,

"...Well, we left all our things in the Canoe and went upstream to swim in the nude, you know only Carol hadn't taken time to secure the moorings properly, so all the time we were swimming upstream, our gear was drifting downstream! Well, imagine our feelings when we returned and found it gone! I mean, all our clothing and everything... and there we were, poor girls, standing in the woods in Nature's Own and not so much as a pair of panties between us. So naturally, we swam downstream for all we were worth and finally caught up with the blasted thing just a hundred yards upstream from a Boys' Camping Grounds. I say, it was quite a trip, that one, and ever since, I've been...." Was it the words themselves or the soft, English-accented voice speaking them that sounded so musical to me? I felt the blood rush to my face as she spoke, and I fought for several seconds to maintain my composure. Then, at last, hoping the bulge in my trousers wasn't too evident, I turned as casually as I could and introduced myself to the tall, well-dressed, green-eyed and raven-haired Nature Writer known as Mavis Kent. the woman who would one day make my dreams come true.

But if I'd known just how she was going to do it, I would've turned and run right then and there! .

Mavis and I dated off and on over the next few months, and generally enjoyed each other's company, although we hadn't much in common. She was an Outdoors Enthusiast and loved hiking, camping and boating in out-of-the-way woods and streams. I myself have always ben more the City Type, moving with ease around the financial and publishing circles in the Big Apple, and my idea of Roughing It is the Hilton.

What we did have in common is that I was a publisher and she was a writer. It seems that Mavis had a firmly-rooted conviction that a Woman's Place is in the Woods, and she had done several how-to articles on Hiking and Camping from a Woman's Lib point of view, directed at getting women to go out in small groups and enjoy what has traditionally been a Male Domain. She was apparently something of an authority on this, and she regularly organized such expeditions herself.

So I was not too surprised when she handed me her first book-