Natalie and the Nerds Book 1 Day 1

By Mason Hawk

Natalie and her husband start their private vacation at a very secluded camp spot just off a large lake. They get all set up only to find it's not as secluded as it used to be. Even the beach is seeing more beach traffic than normal and that directly impacts Natalie's normally shy nature. Will Natalie's teacher gene take over once her husband teaches their neighbor's what they came out here for?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mason Hawk
• Release date: Jan 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463186251

Mason Hawk

Who is Mason Hawk?I was an average Midwestern boy with a voice and a calling for the stage. That boy died when I hired in to front a hard rock hair band in the early 80's. I took to the stage in my home town and found girls that wouldn't talk to me when I was growing up, now fell at my feet for a night of my attention, and so it began.But Music is a business and you don't tour the United Stated without someone cracking the whip, that someone was our booking agent. All bands must spend 1 hour of their break time talking to the crowd and promoting ‘The Brand'. So while talking to table after table I learned about life in this great country of ours. A band member who is well traveled and who will be 500 miles away by the weeks end gets the same treatment as a priest or confidant. They knew they could get things off their chest without the fear of it being all over town or ruining their spotless reputation.The Bedroom. There is something about intimacy with a stranger who just walked off the stage. The bond of the bedroom makes people think they can trust you with all their deepest darkest secrets, and you will understand without judgement, after all you’re with the band and have done far worse and done it more times. Some stories were so hot that it required a second go round on sticky sheets while other stories are so sad that you were left crying in each other’s arms as you advise them against suicide.The Break Room. Sanctuary or green room, it’s the place where you prepare yourself to go on stage and entertain the masses to the best of your ability. Wow, people have been told some real whoppers about what it takes to get the band ready for a high energy show. Things like passing the bottle, a tray full of drugs, or a girl offering one service or another so your mind is clear and ready to rock the house down. So if the owner brings his wife and daughter’s in while the guys are naked and in the open showers it should be nothing to guys ‘like you’, after all ‘You’re in the band’. So what if they all strip down and climb into the shower with you, they’ve heard the stories and whispered rumors about you guys so stow the fake modesty even if it’s real.The Drugs and Alcohol. Oh how the local dealer likes to say “That Kick-Ass show? Hey you can thank me for that. I got their mind right and ready to Rock!” They’ll say that no matter what really happened, same from the girl who’s knees are dirty. What about the case of beer or whiskey? Complements of the local liquor store, so don’t forget to work a “Thank You” into your show. Don’t worry about wasting any, the groupies know you have it and they’ll all help you drink it.The Parties. How can they be the talk of the town without the band from the local hot spot stopping by? Every party imaginable from shindigs to sexcapades, bondage to buck-naked. After all, you’re with the band and the band parties harder than anyone when no one else is around. I’ve woken up in a cold sweat after having a dream of being back in those days, seeing the hosts wife naked and chained to the wall, after walking through an orgy where they are passing the police chief’s daughter around for the second time, while I’m trying to decide between an aged mixed drink or an expensive imported beer. Surreal to say the least.The Stage. That’s what we really lived for, the only time you feel truly alive. You’re not Jimmy from Hayseed Missouri anymore, you’re Dorian from L.A. and you’re here to rock!Decadence, debauchery, excess, trickery, it’s all part of the game right? And what do you do with a tour bus full of memories dying to see the light of day? You vent them through erotica. You take those tales and shuffle them like a Rubik’s Cube so you don’t break ‘The Code of the Road’ and pour them out on the page, no one would believe it happened anyway.Look I never claimed to be the best author in the world, never logged a PhD in literature, wasn’t best in my class on spelling and grammar. But if you enjoy what I write, I will try to do the best I can to entertain - all while finally laying to rest my dreams, nightmares, and demons...Signed,Mason Hawk

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This story contains the following erotic subjects…

Younger Men & Older Woman

Exhibitionism

Voyeurism

Hot Wife Scene

Struggles of Virginity

Runaway Hormones

The Author, Mason Hawk

I Am Mason Hawk !

I was created in the fires of Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll. I was shaped and hardened by life on the road in a rock band. As such I have starved in box store parking lots and gorged myself in 5-star hotels. I have met good people with evil intentions and evil people who have done good. I have played at bonfires for bookies and birthdays for Billionaires. I've grazed through grottos and danced in BDSM dungeons.

I Am Mason Hawk !

I’ve met saints who were strippers and deacons dressed all in leather. I have lied to lovers and confessed to courtesans. Witnessed the 7 deadly sins and seen the dead brought back to life. I’ve passed through hills on fire and rolled past lakes of dust. From the stage I have witnessed birth and the overdose of death. I have made mistakes, learned lessons, and suffered scars.

I Am Mason Hawk !

I’ve helplessly passed the bloody laying on the cold hard highway and shared space with those that have lived more in one day than some do in a whole lifetime. I climbed so high the air was too thin to breathe while being passed by those whose wings melted before falling to their ruin. I have gazed with the understanding of innocence, burned bright like a shooting star, looked into the eyes of the sun, and escaped to live yet again.

I Am Mason Hawk ! and these are my stories…

CHAPTER ONE

SO, SHOULD I take the suntan oil? My wife Natalie asked after my request for her to bring her white string bikini. If it was at all possible, I wanted to see her wear it around the campsite. Just a visual reminder of how sexy she really looks without her bland teacher attire.

I didn’t get many opportunities to see my wife looking sexy and I didn’t want to pass on this one. Sure she would wear something revealing to bed, but that was the bedroom right before we drifted off from a tiring day. This would be around the campsite, around a picturesque lake.

Even though our campsite was on the outskirts of the town we lived in, once we were out there in the woods it was like we were far from home.

We enjoyed this so much I had a standing reservation for twice a year. Besides, that part of Two Lakes, Ohio always did cater to the tourists.

Our site was on the far side of the city’s bigger lake and way off the beaten path. Even if family or friends wanted to get ahold of us the park would have to send someone knowledgeable when it came to the trails to even find us.

It was our way to get back to the solitude of nature and if it became hot enough I would even talk Natalie into going topless for a few hours. We were so far from the popular campsites the chance of her breasts being seen were slim and none.

Lately my wife was a bit more conservative with her style of dress, deciding to leave the tech jobs behind and teach elementary school. No more sexy date night dresses, people would view her as a teacher now.

I always encouraged minimal clothing on these trips and sometimes I think these breaks allowed her to feel like a real woman again and not an instrument of scholastic instruction.

Ok Henry, I’ll bring the bikini. But I’m bringing my sarong too. She could wear it as a waist wrap or an over the shoulder dress. Both looked sexy as hell. Truth be told she could look sexy dressed in a paper sack.

Remember the day you wore that sarong with nothing underneath? It was so see-through that I was hard all day. That stroll to the lake was hot, the guys on that pontoon boat almost ran ashore. Just remembering made me smile.

Yes and I was so surprised that I ran all the way back to the campsite. Even now Natalie was blushing at the thought. The way she turned and ran had her jiggling butt bouncing on full display. Her haste causing an even bigger show.

So there it was, I had set the mood for this trip, it would be fun and flirty with a dash of daring. I guess you want me to bring my sexy thongs and bras too? My schoolboy grin told her that I planned on taking advantage of our time alone together.

You see after eight years of marriage you can get in a rut. Working all week until you come home too tired for anything but a meal, enough tv to forget your workday blues, and a quick cuddle before falling asleep.

Then if you’re lucky, on weekends you sleep in until one or both of you feel like starting the day with a little lovemaking. You can’t take too long because depending on the weekend you are having breakfast with her parents or yours.

You only have so much time with your parents, so neither of you regret the time you give them. Still by the time you get home and start in on the ‘Honey Do’ list, it makes the time you have for one another seem fleeting.

That’s why we need these little breaks from our normal lives, something to mix up the routines. We can sleep in until noon and make love as fast or slow as we want.

With our campsite being the farthest from the main buildings and the fact that its primitive camping, we almost never deal with others interfering with our together time.

For a week it’s just us and Mother Nature. And if Mother Nature was watching she would surely blush, because we both like getting a little frisky on these vacation getaways.

As we hiked our gear out to the campsite it was clear we knew what we were doing. I had engineered a wagon looking cart made especially for our camping trips. We called it our pack mule because it held all our heavy stuff while the soft tires rolled over roots and ruts.

Usually, we would hike half the stuff out to the campsite on Monday. Make another trip to the minivan on Wednesday or Thursday getting the rest of our supplies. Then on Sunday, we would hike everything back to the van for our trip home.

It was as streamline as we could make it and a process designed by two highly intelligent engineers, Natalie and myself. In fact that’s where our story began, two geeks that found each other in high school at a time nobody else would touch us with a ten foot pole.

But as luck would have it we were just two