Jerry Moss was a man/boy on a mission. He was determined to wiggle his worm in the pond that he had fished when he was a little boy. It wasn't that he was such a devout fisherman, in fact he had no desire to pull the scaly things from the water at all. He was being drawn to the pond, like the bluegills had been drawn to his bait ten years before. He was pulled by his own hormones and the perfection of his imagination.
The worm that he wished to dangle had not been pulled from the ground, but rather from his pants. He had pulled that worm many times in the last three years while thinking about what lay on the other side of the trees across the street. An eighteen year old boys heaven! Naked women! The Bare Branch Nudist Resort! He passed the sign every day as he came home and each time his imagination was stirred along with the wildlife hiding in his pants.
Jerry was filled with raging hormones, the product of his barely 18 years of life. He thought he was the only boy in his high school class who was not only a virgin, but also had never seen a naked woman in the flesh. That was a situation that his hormones demanded he correct before the ink on his high school diploma dried. The solution stood just across the street and through a few trees. His imagination ran rampant. Naked beautiful women by the hundreds! Just over there! Just on the other side of those trees!
Naked women by the thousands and so close! If he smacked a golf ball and by some miracle it escaped a collision with a tree trunk, he was sure it would bruise some poor naked woman. He knew those naked women were safe from flying golf balls. His balls had guidance systems that always steered them into a collision with any nearby tree.
For the past week, the place had been taunting him. The front entrance usually had a simple small sign announcing the presence of the Nudist Resort, but for the last week a huge banner had stretched across the entrance inviting new members to join in time to participate in the Nude Day celebration happening over the weekend. His mind blazed with what potential activities could be happening without him, shielded by only a few trees!
Last night, he had watched a caravan of cars and RV's come down his usually quiet country road and enter that holy place from which he was excluded. He had to get in there! He saw only a head or two poking above vehicle doors but imagined those heads attached to naked female bodies. His rampant fantasies ignored the fact that half the heads had male haircuts and that most were his parents age and not his. He only saw the women and imagined them all looking like Playboy centerfolds.
He had been overjoyed when his parents had told him that they expected him to behave because they were off to a full day of shopping. His chance had come!
His first attempt had been a simple one. He had walked the mile to the main entrance armed with his drivers license showing his newly "adult" age and a wad of money. He had walked through the open gate and down the tree shrouded lane.
Each step along the tree lined path caused his breath to come faster. With each step he expected to catch his first glimpse of a naked goddess. He was pointing the way with a part of his anatomy not usually used for pointing.
He rounded a slight bend in the dense growth and saw it! A naked female leg! Tanned and comely! His pointer pointed even more profoundly! She was sitting on a chair at the edge of the wood, obviously greeting the new arrivals! He could only see that bare leg but it sent his heart rate well into the triple digits.
Three more steps and he would be able to see her. His foot stepped on a twig with a crack and she heard it. She stood and his world crumbled.
She was almost everything he had ever imagined! In her mid twenties, tall and tanned, with long blond hair, a pert nose and knockers to die for. If it weren't for the mid thigh jean shorts and the T shirt, she would be everything he had ever dreamed of seeing. The features of her gorgeous body that he most longed to see were covered by fabric!
Even with his expectations crushed, his head swiveled to take in her disappointedly covered knockers. The sight of her and his dashed hopes caused him to veer from the path. His eyes glued to her breasts as he walked directly into a large maple tree. His nose made contact with the massive trunk. Blood spurted from his injured nose, splashing the undergrowth with crimson splotches.
Wilma Dodge was beautiful but she was no dumb blonde. She watched his nose crash into the tree at the first sight of her and sized up the situation immediately. A teen age male gawker! The confrontation might have been more vociferous if she had not been choking back laughter at the sight of him crashing into a tree. There was no point in making the confrontation more bloody than the gush of red fluid that sprang from his nose.
As he was trying to stem the flow of blood, she politely but positively turned him away. The tone of her voice as firm as he imagined her tits to be. He got the message and walked back toward his home. Strike one.
Jerry was young and determined and on a mission. The simple way might not have worked, but he was hardly out of options! If he had been barred from the direct, honest approach, there was still the end around.
He walked along the six foot high wire mesh fence in the direction of his home. His eyes looked for weakness in the wall while his imagination looked at those voluptuous centerfolds gathered around the pond. Only one fence and 100 yards of trees separated him from his obsession. He was young and determined.
His heart raced. How long would it take him to scale that fence? Could he do it before any cars came by and reported his attempt?
He was half way between the entrance and his home, when he gave up looking for an easy way. Jerry stopped and eyed the fence. On the other side of the fence were some bushes he could quickly hide in if he was spotted. His fingers grasped the top of the fence as he jammed his toes into the gap in the fencing. Only the tips of his toes found purchase, but he pressed upward.
Jerry moved quickly and in only a few seconds he found himself high up the fence. As he hung on with his hands and gripped the fence with his toes, he threw his left leg over the top. As he was moving his weight over the fence the toes on his right foot slipped from the tiny square of wire.
His body slammed down. His balls momentarily broke the fall as they met the solid top metal bar. His face turned instantly red as he let loose an involuntary scream that even Wilma heard half a mile away. For a moment he clung onto the bar, but only for a moment, as his body curled into a tight ball, he was no longer balanced on the top rod of the fence.
Then his one good decision came into play. The bush he selected to hide in, if necessary, was there to prevent him from falling unimpeded to the hard ground. As his body crashed toward earth, the branches of that bush caught him and lowered him more slowly toward the earth cradling him and preventing the breaking of any bones.
Another of his bad decisions came into play as he reached the earth. The bush he had chosen turned out to be the beginnings of a thorn tree. The sharp barbs pierced his skin. Just as he was recovering from the shock of the crushing of his testicles, the pain of the piercing thorns registered on his brain.
Unseen wildlife scattered as the second shattering scream in less than a minute split the air. Wilma heard it and debated the necessity of rushing from her post to call 911. Luckily for Jerry she decided to wait for the third scream.
Jerry groaned and rolled from the embrace of the bush. Thorns stuck from his skin in several places. Blood trickled from his re-injured nose and from several places where his skin had been punctured. For several moments he didn't care. He was suffering from too much pain.
He lay bleeding on the ground in a tight ball for several minutes. He was young and tough however and he was filled to overflowing with hormones. Slowly visions of prickly leaves floating before his face were replaced by imagined images of a whole gaggle of Playboy centerfolds lounging along the banks of his favorite pond.
Slowly the desire for seeing naked pulchritude overpowered his pain. As his limbs finally uncurled from a fetal position his own tree trunk began to point him forward. He shook the dirt from his now disreputable clothing along with a few drops of blood and began to stir. Slowly he got to his feet, still stooped from the effect of the fence on his tender parts, still leaking unpleasant fluids from puncture wounds and nostrils. Slowly he shook off the pain.