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18/06/2013
M and I are officially dating again and I’m super happy about it. I showed her my posts with some caution but unsurprisingly she was already fully aware of them because C told her when I started to post them. She actually really enjoys my writing about her and when I told her that I was almost out of things to tell she said that she’d help remedy that.
That brings us to this story. M held a karaoke party at her house a couple weeks ago on Tuesday or Wednesday, and invited me, two friends, D, and of course C. Technically M didn’t invite D, C did. Everyone was having fun singing songs and even D got into it and he has a tendency to shy away from public displays of excitement.
After an hour or two some people had a few drinks. Namely C and the two friends as neither D nor I drink at all, and M didn’t drink because she knows it makes me a little uncomfortable. Suddenly M and C bring up the real reason why they were having a karaoke party – it was another one of their contests. They wanted to do a singing competition and they said they’d already decided on the rules and the punishment. The four of us watching, D, myself, and M’s two friends, would judge the two of them singing the same couple of songs and whoever got the lowest score lost.
D intervened right away, bringing up the fact that regardless of the fact that C was a little tipsy she used to be in choir and apparently used to be in a band of some kind – he failed to mention what kind. “M has a great voice sure,” D said, “but C has practice and knows how to sell a song with more than just her voice. This is hardly fair.”
M snipped back at him, “What do YOU propose we do then?”
“You two sing the same songs that the judges select. The judges count how many times you trip and stumble and mess up the lyrics. We average out the number that each judge counted to make sure there are no mistakes and then whoever has the least number of screw-ups at the end of ALL the songs is the winner.”
I realized that this technically may have put M at an advantage because C had a couple of drinks. C was very upbeat and excited to get the competition underway, and she wasn’t slurring words so M – who I also know realized she would be at an advantage under these rules – kept quiet and agreed to them. In hindsight I’m baffled that D simply had these rules on hand or was able to come up with them on the spot in an instant. I also realized that in hindsight that C being tipsy may have been what made those rules fairer instead of being wholly one-sided for C.
They sang the songs that the group picked that we all picked songs we knew they were both familiar with. Each of us tallied up the scores and it turned out that C’s drinks didn’t quite affect her as everyone thought they would. She did mess up the lyrics at times but she was able to cover with lyrics that sounded close and never interrupted the flow of the song while when M stumbled she continued to stumble a bunch. Suddenly with the pressure on M she stumbled far more often than she did earlier in the night and I was taken aback by that. In the end it was still in C’s favor although much closer I feel than if we’d gone with the original rules.
After the contest the party was over as M’s friends had to work in the morning and D wanted to go home. C stayed at M’s place for the night on the couch not because she was too drunk to stand or anything like that but because she recognized that it wasn’t a great idea for her to drive home after her three or so drinks. I went home after being told that I would be informed as to what was going to happen later on.
So the week went by and the weekend drew to a close. Finally on Sunday I was told that there was going to be a hiking trip on the Monday that would take up most of the day. M was the one who originally told me about the trip’s existence but told me that she was going to go tan in the backyard (and then commenced getting naked on camera because we were skyping and I was really confused about that) and to ask C about the details.
“The trip tomorrow is going to be M’s forfeit,” C told me when I called her, “I get to decide what she gets to wear on the trip and I can change my mind at any point on the trail. When I go to pick her up at her place though I’m making her get topless before she gets in the car and leave her shirt and bra at her place. She’ll be at the very least topless the entire hike.”
I got really excited for the hike and C told me that if I wanted to go that she’d pick me up at M’s place that morning. M’s friends would also be on the hike and D had the option of joining although he politely declined due to “other arrangements” – though when I heard that was his excuse I knew he meant watching the press conferences from E3.
I had to go to sleep pretty early that night because I’m not a morning person and I actually needed to be up and ready pretty early in the morning. By early of course I mean I had to be up by like eight-thirty. In the morning I had a shower and ate breakfast, and packed up my bag with what I was told to bring. A couple bottles of waters and a lunch. I was told that one of them was going to pack a blanket or something and more food for everyone else but to still bring my own lunch. I decided I was going to wear my pink collar on the hike, I don’t know why I just like wearing it.
At M’s place the two of us waited for C to show up. We chatted and M looked unbelievably relieved when I told her D wouldn’t be joining us on the hike. M, C, and a lot of their female friends all seemed to get flustered in one way or another around D. I’m a lesbian but I can see how he’d be very attractive, sharp, clean, witty, and confident. I don’t think they realize he doesn’t actually care.
When C pulled up the two of us walked over to her car by the sidewalk. C rolled down the window and said, “You. Topless. Now.” Pointing at M. M sighed begrudgingly and after looking around to make sure nobody was watching she took off her shirt and bra. When she attempted to put them into her backpack C chimed in sharply, “Not a chance. Drop them on the sidewalk and get in the car. You’re riding shotgun.”
M didn’t even try to debate it and just did as she was told. I hopped in the back seat and sat behind C so that I could look at M. M hopped in the front seat and crossed her arms to cover her breasts. C started a friendly conversation as we began to drive, telling us that M’s two friends would be meeting us at the trail.
The trail C chose was about an hour out of town and wasn’t one of the main popular trails. Though the trip was planned with the assumption it was going to be fairly overcast it turned out to be really sunny and warm out even for the morning. The trail would most likely be empty and it would take till like 3 or 4pm to go all the way up and then back down to the cars. There would be plenty of hiding spots along the trail for M to run to if they do spot someone else on the trail, C explained.
“But if you hide at any point on the trail for any reason whatsoever, or you cover up at all you lose all your clothes for the entire trip.” C’s mischievousness showed itself in her tone, “And I don’t mean we just take it away and put them in a bag. You lose them and we cut them up and leave the shreds on the trail. And then if it happens again you’ll be at the mercy of our friends, and they’re bringing some toys along just in case you get shy.” C was talking about M’s other friends who were at the karaoke party, R and L. I wasn’t super acquainted with them but as it turns out one of them was M’s friend from high school and the other was a mutual friend the two of them met in college.
M was of course not super excited by the additional rules but she accepted them. I think it was the same pride that made her laugh it up as C described her laundry punishment from college that made her simply agree with the ridiculous rules. A part of me thinks that she was just trying to impress me or at least I’m kind of hoping she was because I’m silly.
When we finally arrived at the trail there were two cars there and R and L were standing by one of them with their bags. At the karaoke party they both arrived in the same car – the same car that they were standing by – so I assumed that they arrived separately. Later on I, and M, found out that they arrived together.
We got out of the car and R waved over. M had her hands awkwardly at her side resisting the urge to cover herself up but when she began to make her way over to the others with C and I, L whipped around with a camera. M obviously didn’t see the camera but covered her breasts when she saw the flash – a reflex that I assume was expected when I saw C’s devilish grin.
Of course M tried to argue it and say that it wasn’t fair. She tried to argue that they hadn’t started the hike yet and that it should count, or that it only applied on the trail. The three of them ganged up on her, saying that those rules were in effect the moment she was told about them.
The parking area for the trail is right off the highway, and any car passing could look down the ramp into the parking area and see what was going on. There wasn’t anywhere to hide in the parking area unless M ran to the other side of the lot to hide behind the trees – the side closest to us was a rock wall. After about ten minutes of bickering C finally said that if M was going to be so difficult about the whole thing that they would just leave her there to call a cab (M brought her cell and wallet with her).
I felt bad when she looked at me to back her up because I didn’t. I remember saying that I was an observer and that I wasn’t taking sides. M wasn’t mad at me for it but I saw her get really flush. She finally took of her pants and her underwear - both of them appeared to be some of her older clothes and I felt like a part of her didn’t expect to keep be seeing them when she got home. Thinking back so was her shirt and bra that she had to leave on the sidewalk. Normally M would have argued something like that because she did like her wardrobe and it showed in how much she generally spent on it and she wouldn’t have simply left that stuff behind.
M stood there fiddling with her hands knowing that if she covered up again that they would catch her and she didn’t want to ‘lose’ again when she’d lost her first chance before the day had really started. C picked up her clothing off the ground and pulled a pair of scissors out of her backpack and began shredding M’s pants in front of her.
M was out in the open completely exposed, watching her only clothing get cut up in front of her eyes. I could see the semblance of a smile that she had during the drive over fade away. She was almost pouting when L snapped a couple more pictures. Though it wasn’t cold out it was brisk enough that I could see that her nipples were hard. I also noticed that the time she spend tanning over the couple of days she had to prepare for the hike paid off with the tan lines barely noticeable. I know people are going to ask but I wasn’t sure if she did it because she knew she’d be in this situation or if it was something she did because it was summer but she had gotten bikini wax as some point. That’s as far into detail as I’m getting.
M was allowed to keep her socks and hiking boots – and I think everyone knew it’d be kind of silly if they didn’t let her keep that as the trail was fairly rocky. L, R, and C, and even I were all laughing a bit as her clothing was cut. C didn’t just cut it up into large pieces but continued to cut up the clothing long after it was unwearable. M complained that C was taking so long because after a point it really did just feel like C was rubbing it in.
L and R demanded to see M’s pack. Morally defeated right off the bat M surrendered it. L and R opened it up and started digging through what she brought. R popped the trunk of her car and opened up a duffle bag that was sitting in there, and I moved so that I could see what they were doing. They pulled out several items from the duffle bag and put them into M’s pack. M groaned when she saw the things they were putting in her bag – Plenty of rope, a wand-style vibrator, a dildo style vibrator, a bright red ball gag, and handcuffs.
“Why are you putting that stuff in MY bag?” M whined.
“You can’t expect US to carry all of it,” L replied in an equally whiney voice, “We’re carrying the picnic supplies!”
C reached into the trunk of R’s car and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen and threw it to M, “If you want we can help you. Or maybe you want Amy to rub you down.”
My face went red and I said no. M told C to fuck off and put on the sunscreen. She’d put sunscreen on her arms and face before C arrived to pick us up but she hadn’t put sunscreen on places she’d assume she’d have clothing on for some time during the day. It was actually quite the sight to see and no words I have could do it justice. Her rubbing sunscreen into her naked skin in the morning sun creating a similar angelic glow that I mentioned in a previous story, nature as the backdrop. Knowing that she was exposed to anyone passing by on the highway or anyone that decided to take a hike on that trail that day.
After M was finished she threw the bottle back to C and snatched her bag from R and L. We finally got started at the base of the trail. At the very base trees were pretty sparse as were any bushes. C was the fastest on the trail and was a little bit ahead of everyone else for most of the trail – not so much that she was like a noticeable distance ahead of us but she was definitely moving slower for our sakes. R and L pretty much stayed beside M to taunt and tease her, and then I was a little behind.
I don’t do a whole lot of activities like these and although it wasn’t super hard on me I still wasn’t as fast as everyone else. Very early on during the hike L kept trying to tease me saying that I just liked looking at M from behind but both M and C told her to leave me alone. For the first while the teasing seemed to get to M, causing her to be a bit agitated and snappy at them but as we went up the trail M seemed to relax and everyone stopped teasing her about being naked.
It wasn’t any more than an hour and a half before it just became a fun hike with sexual jokes dotted into the conversations. M seemed to start enjoying herself at some point as well. R commented at some point that she was jealous of how good M actually looked to which C replied that R should work out more. L complained that M looked good all the time and that her ‘natural beauty’ was just terribly unfair.
We stopped at a couple places to take short breaks, and casual conversation dominated most of the hike. I was relieved that things didn’t get too wild before lunch especially after seeing what they put into M’s bag. I’m not someone who is super into those kinds of things and I was pretty happy that C and M made sure that R and L knew to keep things tamer because I was around. I’m certain though that if I wasn’t there M would have had a pretty rough time – I have no bearings to say whether it’d be a fun time or not, when I think about it I’m not entirely sure how wild M likes to get.
When we began to reach the place where we planned on stopping for lunch I noticed R and L starting to get more grabby. They moved closer beside her, putting their arms around M’s shoulder and waist as if they were closer friends than they actually were. There was a tinge of jealousy in my stomach until I heard voices coming down the trail. C had also slowed down to be closer to us, and of course my first instinct was to speed up.
“Hi there!” C shouted ahead, waving wildly at the group approaching. I couldn’t see who was approaching when it was happening, but later I saw that it was two guys and a girl – likely one of the guy’s girlfriend. “Great weather huh?”
I heard one of the guys stammer, “Yeah, uh, really great.”
I could see M trying to resist covering herself up – R and L helping by holding her arms to her side and guiding her up the trail until they stopped to chat with the other hikers.
“Oh don’t mind her, she just really enjoys the outdoors,” C said motioning to the completely exposed M.
“Go fuck yourself,” M snapped back.
The other hikers were pretty light-hearted about the whole thing, laughing and making jokes with the girls. They didn’t say anything to me and I was kind of hiding, standing a little off to the side staying quiet. M was kind of forced into a situation where she had to joke about her situation – she wasn’t about to be snappy and unpleasant when she was already the center of attention. Eventually R asked if the hikers wanted some pictures – and that if they didn’t want any then she wanted some group pictures.
M ended up posing for a couple group photos with the guy hikers – still a bit flush – and then larger group pictures that I was asked to take since I didn’t want to be in the photos. It’s amazing how important M’s pride was to her to be able to force her to pretend to be enjoying herself in such an embarrassing and vulnerable position. But it was always really surprising how well she managed to do it.
The girl with the group – regardless of the fact that she appeared to be enjoying herself – said that she needed to be back in town really soon. Although disappointed the guys said their farewells – the one not skipping a beat asking for M’s number – and began their way back down the trail.
“You two didn’t come together?” M growled once the group was out of earshot.
“No,” L replied quizzically – with a tinge of mischievousness, “You never asked. I don’t own a car.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that. It was the kind of thing that D or I would pull – simply not giving those kinds of details because they were never asked and not trying to intentionally hide information.
Shortly after that we finally made it to where we were going to be having lunch, and it had a magnificent view over an area of the valley. There was a fence at the edge of the area near the cliff, but back from that was a nice picnic area. There was a picnic table or two as well, though R and L just pulled out blankets for us to use. It wasn’t long before M seemed to forget the run-in with the other hikers and went back to enjoying the hiking trip as if she wasn’t naked – minus the fact she kept putting on more bug spray and occasionally rubbing in some more sunscreen. There was a point where M had to pee and although it would have been a prime time for anyone to pick on her L and C also had to take an aside on the trail at some point on the way up so nobody said anything.
Everyone joked around a little during the lunch about teaming up and tying up M for a little bit, though nobody actually tried it. M had a good sense of humor about the whole thing but I saw her blush a little every time I joined in on the jokes. It was a good trip, and after we’d all eaten and taken a good breather we began our way back down the trail. The walk back down was unexciting and our ‘marching order’ as it were was the same as the way up – C at the front, R and L hanging out right beside M, and myself trailing behind a little bit trying to keep up to everyone else.
When we reached the bottom of the trail – after R and L snapped a couple more pictures – we were finally ready to take the drive home. R and L also had taken pictures during lunch as well. Right before we parted way M asked R if she wanted her toys back to which R replied, “Oh, those? They’re all C’s toys not ours.”
As I found out later from C the camera R and L were using was also C’s and those two didn’t actually get to keep any of the pictures they’d taken. It was a really fun hiking trip, and I’m excited to see what more C and M do to bring some excitement around.
That brings us to this story. M held a karaoke party at her house a couple weeks ago on Tuesday or Wednesday, and invited me, two friends, D, and of course C. Technically M didn’t invite D, C did. Everyone was having fun singing songs and even D got into it and he has a tendency to shy away from public displays of excitement.
After an hour or two some people had a few drinks. Namely C and the two friends as neither D nor I drink at all, and M didn’t drink because she knows it makes me a little uncomfortable. Suddenly M and C bring up the real reason why they were having a karaoke party – it was another one of their contests. They wanted to do a singing competition and they said they’d already decided on the rules and the punishment. The four of us watching, D, myself, and M’s two friends, would judge the two of them singing the same couple of songs and whoever got the lowest score lost.
D intervened right away, bringing up the fact that regardless of the fact that C was a little tipsy she used to be in choir and apparently used to be in a band of some kind – he failed to mention what kind. “M has a great voice sure,” D said, “but C has practice and knows how to sell a song with more than just her voice. This is hardly fair.”
M snipped back at him, “What do YOU propose we do then?”
“You two sing the same songs that the judges select. The judges count how many times you trip and stumble and mess up the lyrics. We average out the number that each judge counted to make sure there are no mistakes and then whoever has the least number of screw-ups at the end of ALL the songs is the winner.”
I realized that this technically may have put M at an advantage because C had a couple of drinks. C was very upbeat and excited to get the competition underway, and she wasn’t slurring words so M – who I also know realized she would be at an advantage under these rules – kept quiet and agreed to them. In hindsight I’m baffled that D simply had these rules on hand or was able to come up with them on the spot in an instant. I also realized that in hindsight that C being tipsy may have been what made those rules fairer instead of being wholly one-sided for C.
They sang the songs that the group picked that we all picked songs we knew they were both familiar with. Each of us tallied up the scores and it turned out that C’s drinks didn’t quite affect her as everyone thought they would. She did mess up the lyrics at times but she was able to cover with lyrics that sounded close and never interrupted the flow of the song while when M stumbled she continued to stumble a bunch. Suddenly with the pressure on M she stumbled far more often than she did earlier in the night and I was taken aback by that. In the end it was still in C’s favor although much closer I feel than if we’d gone with the original rules.
After the contest the party was over as M’s friends had to work in the morning and D wanted to go home. C stayed at M’s place for the night on the couch not because she was too drunk to stand or anything like that but because she recognized that it wasn’t a great idea for her to drive home after her three or so drinks. I went home after being told that I would be informed as to what was going to happen later on.
So the week went by and the weekend drew to a close. Finally on Sunday I was told that there was going to be a hiking trip on the Monday that would take up most of the day. M was the one who originally told me about the trip’s existence but told me that she was going to go tan in the backyard (and then commenced getting naked on camera because we were skyping and I was really confused about that) and to ask C about the details.
“The trip tomorrow is going to be M’s forfeit,” C told me when I called her, “I get to decide what she gets to wear on the trip and I can change my mind at any point on the trail. When I go to pick her up at her place though I’m making her get topless before she gets in the car and leave her shirt and bra at her place. She’ll be at the very least topless the entire hike.”
I got really excited for the hike and C told me that if I wanted to go that she’d pick me up at M’s place that morning. M’s friends would also be on the hike and D had the option of joining although he politely declined due to “other arrangements” – though when I heard that was his excuse I knew he meant watching the press conferences from E3.
I had to go to sleep pretty early that night because I’m not a morning person and I actually needed to be up and ready pretty early in the morning. By early of course I mean I had to be up by like eight-thirty. In the morning I had a shower and ate breakfast, and packed up my bag with what I was told to bring. A couple bottles of waters and a lunch. I was told that one of them was going to pack a blanket or something and more food for everyone else but to still bring my own lunch. I decided I was going to wear my pink collar on the hike, I don’t know why I just like wearing it.
At M’s place the two of us waited for C to show up. We chatted and M looked unbelievably relieved when I told her D wouldn’t be joining us on the hike. M, C, and a lot of their female friends all seemed to get flustered in one way or another around D. I’m a lesbian but I can see how he’d be very attractive, sharp, clean, witty, and confident. I don’t think they realize he doesn’t actually care.
When C pulled up the two of us walked over to her car by the sidewalk. C rolled down the window and said, “You. Topless. Now.” Pointing at M. M sighed begrudgingly and after looking around to make sure nobody was watching she took off her shirt and bra. When she attempted to put them into her backpack C chimed in sharply, “Not a chance. Drop them on the sidewalk and get in the car. You’re riding shotgun.”
M didn’t even try to debate it and just did as she was told. I hopped in the back seat and sat behind C so that I could look at M. M hopped in the front seat and crossed her arms to cover her breasts. C started a friendly conversation as we began to drive, telling us that M’s two friends would be meeting us at the trail.
The trail C chose was about an hour out of town and wasn’t one of the main popular trails. Though the trip was planned with the assumption it was going to be fairly overcast it turned out to be really sunny and warm out even for the morning. The trail would most likely be empty and it would take till like 3 or 4pm to go all the way up and then back down to the cars. There would be plenty of hiding spots along the trail for M to run to if they do spot someone else on the trail, C explained.
“But if you hide at any point on the trail for any reason whatsoever, or you cover up at all you lose all your clothes for the entire trip.” C’s mischievousness showed itself in her tone, “And I don’t mean we just take it away and put them in a bag. You lose them and we cut them up and leave the shreds on the trail. And then if it happens again you’ll be at the mercy of our friends, and they’re bringing some toys along just in case you get shy.” C was talking about M’s other friends who were at the karaoke party, R and L. I wasn’t super acquainted with them but as it turns out one of them was M’s friend from high school and the other was a mutual friend the two of them met in college.
M was of course not super excited by the additional rules but she accepted them. I think it was the same pride that made her laugh it up as C described her laundry punishment from college that made her simply agree with the ridiculous rules. A part of me thinks that she was just trying to impress me or at least I’m kind of hoping she was because I’m silly.
When we finally arrived at the trail there were two cars there and R and L were standing by one of them with their bags. At the karaoke party they both arrived in the same car – the same car that they were standing by – so I assumed that they arrived separately. Later on I, and M, found out that they arrived together.
We got out of the car and R waved over. M had her hands awkwardly at her side resisting the urge to cover herself up but when she began to make her way over to the others with C and I, L whipped around with a camera. M obviously didn’t see the camera but covered her breasts when she saw the flash – a reflex that I assume was expected when I saw C’s devilish grin.
Of course M tried to argue it and say that it wasn’t fair. She tried to argue that they hadn’t started the hike yet and that it should count, or that it only applied on the trail. The three of them ganged up on her, saying that those rules were in effect the moment she was told about them.
The parking area for the trail is right off the highway, and any car passing could look down the ramp into the parking area and see what was going on. There wasn’t anywhere to hide in the parking area unless M ran to the other side of the lot to hide behind the trees – the side closest to us was a rock wall. After about ten minutes of bickering C finally said that if M was going to be so difficult about the whole thing that they would just leave her there to call a cab (M brought her cell and wallet with her).
I felt bad when she looked at me to back her up because I didn’t. I remember saying that I was an observer and that I wasn’t taking sides. M wasn’t mad at me for it but I saw her get really flush. She finally took of her pants and her underwear - both of them appeared to be some of her older clothes and I felt like a part of her didn’t expect to keep be seeing them when she got home. Thinking back so was her shirt and bra that she had to leave on the sidewalk. Normally M would have argued something like that because she did like her wardrobe and it showed in how much she generally spent on it and she wouldn’t have simply left that stuff behind.
M stood there fiddling with her hands knowing that if she covered up again that they would catch her and she didn’t want to ‘lose’ again when she’d lost her first chance before the day had really started. C picked up her clothing off the ground and pulled a pair of scissors out of her backpack and began shredding M’s pants in front of her.
M was out in the open completely exposed, watching her only clothing get cut up in front of her eyes. I could see the semblance of a smile that she had during the drive over fade away. She was almost pouting when L snapped a couple more pictures. Though it wasn’t cold out it was brisk enough that I could see that her nipples were hard. I also noticed that the time she spend tanning over the couple of days she had to prepare for the hike paid off with the tan lines barely noticeable. I know people are going to ask but I wasn’t sure if she did it because she knew she’d be in this situation or if it was something she did because it was summer but she had gotten bikini wax as some point. That’s as far into detail as I’m getting.
M was allowed to keep her socks and hiking boots – and I think everyone knew it’d be kind of silly if they didn’t let her keep that as the trail was fairly rocky. L, R, and C, and even I were all laughing a bit as her clothing was cut. C didn’t just cut it up into large pieces but continued to cut up the clothing long after it was unwearable. M complained that C was taking so long because after a point it really did just feel like C was rubbing it in.
L and R demanded to see M’s pack. Morally defeated right off the bat M surrendered it. L and R opened it up and started digging through what she brought. R popped the trunk of her car and opened up a duffle bag that was sitting in there, and I moved so that I could see what they were doing. They pulled out several items from the duffle bag and put them into M’s pack. M groaned when she saw the things they were putting in her bag – Plenty of rope, a wand-style vibrator, a dildo style vibrator, a bright red ball gag, and handcuffs.
“Why are you putting that stuff in MY bag?” M whined.
“You can’t expect US to carry all of it,” L replied in an equally whiney voice, “We’re carrying the picnic supplies!”
C reached into the trunk of R’s car and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen and threw it to M, “If you want we can help you. Or maybe you want Amy to rub you down.”
My face went red and I said no. M told C to fuck off and put on the sunscreen. She’d put sunscreen on her arms and face before C arrived to pick us up but she hadn’t put sunscreen on places she’d assume she’d have clothing on for some time during the day. It was actually quite the sight to see and no words I have could do it justice. Her rubbing sunscreen into her naked skin in the morning sun creating a similar angelic glow that I mentioned in a previous story, nature as the backdrop. Knowing that she was exposed to anyone passing by on the highway or anyone that decided to take a hike on that trail that day.
After M was finished she threw the bottle back to C and snatched her bag from R and L. We finally got started at the base of the trail. At the very base trees were pretty sparse as were any bushes. C was the fastest on the trail and was a little bit ahead of everyone else for most of the trail – not so much that she was like a noticeable distance ahead of us but she was definitely moving slower for our sakes. R and L pretty much stayed beside M to taunt and tease her, and then I was a little behind.
I don’t do a whole lot of activities like these and although it wasn’t super hard on me I still wasn’t as fast as everyone else. Very early on during the hike L kept trying to tease me saying that I just liked looking at M from behind but both M and C told her to leave me alone. For the first while the teasing seemed to get to M, causing her to be a bit agitated and snappy at them but as we went up the trail M seemed to relax and everyone stopped teasing her about being naked.
It wasn’t any more than an hour and a half before it just became a fun hike with sexual jokes dotted into the conversations. M seemed to start enjoying herself at some point as well. R commented at some point that she was jealous of how good M actually looked to which C replied that R should work out more. L complained that M looked good all the time and that her ‘natural beauty’ was just terribly unfair.
We stopped at a couple places to take short breaks, and casual conversation dominated most of the hike. I was relieved that things didn’t get too wild before lunch especially after seeing what they put into M’s bag. I’m not someone who is super into those kinds of things and I was pretty happy that C and M made sure that R and L knew to keep things tamer because I was around. I’m certain though that if I wasn’t there M would have had a pretty rough time – I have no bearings to say whether it’d be a fun time or not, when I think about it I’m not entirely sure how wild M likes to get.
When we began to reach the place where we planned on stopping for lunch I noticed R and L starting to get more grabby. They moved closer beside her, putting their arms around M’s shoulder and waist as if they were closer friends than they actually were. There was a tinge of jealousy in my stomach until I heard voices coming down the trail. C had also slowed down to be closer to us, and of course my first instinct was to speed up.
“Hi there!” C shouted ahead, waving wildly at the group approaching. I couldn’t see who was approaching when it was happening, but later I saw that it was two guys and a girl – likely one of the guy’s girlfriend. “Great weather huh?”
I heard one of the guys stammer, “Yeah, uh, really great.”
I could see M trying to resist covering herself up – R and L helping by holding her arms to her side and guiding her up the trail until they stopped to chat with the other hikers.
“Oh don’t mind her, she just really enjoys the outdoors,” C said motioning to the completely exposed M.
“Go fuck yourself,” M snapped back.
The other hikers were pretty light-hearted about the whole thing, laughing and making jokes with the girls. They didn’t say anything to me and I was kind of hiding, standing a little off to the side staying quiet. M was kind of forced into a situation where she had to joke about her situation – she wasn’t about to be snappy and unpleasant when she was already the center of attention. Eventually R asked if the hikers wanted some pictures – and that if they didn’t want any then she wanted some group pictures.
M ended up posing for a couple group photos with the guy hikers – still a bit flush – and then larger group pictures that I was asked to take since I didn’t want to be in the photos. It’s amazing how important M’s pride was to her to be able to force her to pretend to be enjoying herself in such an embarrassing and vulnerable position. But it was always really surprising how well she managed to do it.
The girl with the group – regardless of the fact that she appeared to be enjoying herself – said that she needed to be back in town really soon. Although disappointed the guys said their farewells – the one not skipping a beat asking for M’s number – and began their way back down the trail.
“You two didn’t come together?” M growled once the group was out of earshot.
“No,” L replied quizzically – with a tinge of mischievousness, “You never asked. I don’t own a car.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that. It was the kind of thing that D or I would pull – simply not giving those kinds of details because they were never asked and not trying to intentionally hide information.
Shortly after that we finally made it to where we were going to be having lunch, and it had a magnificent view over an area of the valley. There was a fence at the edge of the area near the cliff, but back from that was a nice picnic area. There was a picnic table or two as well, though R and L just pulled out blankets for us to use. It wasn’t long before M seemed to forget the run-in with the other hikers and went back to enjoying the hiking trip as if she wasn’t naked – minus the fact she kept putting on more bug spray and occasionally rubbing in some more sunscreen. There was a point where M had to pee and although it would have been a prime time for anyone to pick on her L and C also had to take an aside on the trail at some point on the way up so nobody said anything.
Everyone joked around a little during the lunch about teaming up and tying up M for a little bit, though nobody actually tried it. M had a good sense of humor about the whole thing but I saw her blush a little every time I joined in on the jokes. It was a good trip, and after we’d all eaten and taken a good breather we began our way back down the trail. The walk back down was unexciting and our ‘marching order’ as it were was the same as the way up – C at the front, R and L hanging out right beside M, and myself trailing behind a little bit trying to keep up to everyone else.
When we reached the bottom of the trail – after R and L snapped a couple more pictures – we were finally ready to take the drive home. R and L also had taken pictures during lunch as well. Right before we parted way M asked R if she wanted her toys back to which R replied, “Oh, those? They’re all C’s toys not ours.”
As I found out later from C the camera R and L were using was also C’s and those two didn’t actually get to keep any of the pictures they’d taken. It was a really fun hiking trip, and I’m excited to see what more C and M do to bring some excitement around.
Poster:
Shy Amy
