BASTILLE DAY ANNIE
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This is my submission for the Nude Day contest 2020. Be forewarned: if you are looking for a lot of sexual activity, please look elsewhere.
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Annie could not believe she was walking, except for some swim shoes, butt-naked through the woods. She was astounded to have gotten herself into such a predicament, but her astonishment only increased when she rounded a corner to see an equally naked man approach her along the same trail.
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The women of Omega Omega sorority (who always laughed that their Greek symbol looked like two boobs sticking up) were known for being one of the most civic minded and helpful of all the sororities on campus. Sure, they enjoyed partying like everyone else, but once studying was done, they frequently spent their free time volunteering at local charities and helping raise funds for worthy causes. Some of their fund-raising projects were similar to walk-a-thons. They would get businesses and the wealthy to promise a payment for every mile walked, quarter mile swam or five miles biked. The members rarely did all three events together, but they would frequently combine two legs to make their fund-raising events more varied and enjoyable.
One of their most fun events was in mid-July. During the summer quarter the class loads were generally lighter and the few women remaining at the sorority house spent more time together and tended to bond closer than during the usual school year. Last summer they decided to celebrate Bastille Day, the day commemorating the French revolution, by having a combined swim/walk-a-thon. They figured it would be hot enough to swim in Frog Lake on the first leg and then finish with a hike through the woods for the second leg.
Most of the women were adequate swimmers and they all felt they could manage one half a mile in the water before going for a five-mile hike to the finish line. They all agreed this would not be a race and each would work at her own speed. Their route on the water would be around the edge of the lake in shallow water, but the swimmers would all have to swim in pairs for safety.
They planned to leave a car at the starting point across the lake, one car at the end of the swim and one car at the end of the hike. Once they were all finished they could drive back and pick up the remaining two cars. The car in the middle would have clothes for the swimmers to change into before their hikes started.
The six women spent several days going to various merchants to obtain pledges. Since they called it the French Freedom swim/walk-a-thon they concentrated on businesses which had some association with France. A couple of wineries and a cheese shop agreed early on to sponsor the event and eventually several other businesses joined in. If all six managed to finish the event, they figured they would earn about $2850 which they promised to donate to a public-school language lab to help buy the latest in audio equipment.
On the big day they ran the cars to the correct spots, leaving the car in the middle with one door unlocked. When the swimmers finished, they planned to go to the car and quickly get out of their swimsuits and pull on their hiking clothes. Since the hike was on a flat, smooth path, they agreed they would hike in their water shoes and not switch to regular hiking shoes.
The strongest woman Brittany kept the key to the last car on a necklace and with big whoops and yells, they all plunged into the brisk waters of Frog Lake. At first there was a lot of splashing and laughing and then the actual swim began. Fairly quickly there developed three pairs of swimmers. Brittany and her partner led off and swam comfortably away from the other four. The middle group was not quite so fast but the two women did slowly pull away from the last two.
Annie and Madison were the slowest. At no time were either in any trouble; they basically weren't as skilled or as fast in the water. Madison tended to pull away from Annie and would purposefully slow down now and then. Annie encouraged her at one point to swim ahead but Madison wouldn't, insisting that the two-swimmer rule needed to be followed. Slowly the two made their way around the lake and by the time they were within a two hundred yards of the stopping point, the other four women were long gone.
It was at this point when Annie hollered to Madison to go ahead and finish her swim and Annie would be right behind her. Madison agreed and slowly pulled ahead and hit the beach a couple of minutes before Annie. While Annie was still in the water Madison ran to the car, quickly slipped off her bikini and pulled on her hiking clothes. Right as Annie was coming up the small beach, Madison called out saying she would wander ahead and let Annie get dressed.
Annie was exhausted after her swim. She realized although she loved to be in the water, she was not a good long-distance swimmer. She leaned over the car and spent several minutes catching her breath. Once she felt a bit better, she looked around and saw no one in the immediate vicinity, though there was a family off in the distance behind the car. She thought about changing in front of them and decided to open the one car door and use it as a visual barrier. She opened the door and pulled off her swimsuit and started to reach for her clothes. Just then, a tiny gust of wind sent some leaves skittering along the ground. Since she was naked and nervous at the time, she jumped at the sound, turned around quickly and accidentally closed the door.
There was a solid clunk as the door shut and when Annie went to open it to get her clothes, it would not budge. The door lock appeared to be in the down, locked position. Panic struck. She looked quickly at the four doors and they all appeared to be locked. Even though the family was visible in the distance, she ran around the car and tested all the doors. No luck.
Annie was stark naked and five miles from her friends. Her heart raced and she began to shake. 'What do I do now?' she thought. Quickly she ran over to the trailhead and right inside the trees she yelled out for Madison. There was no response as Madison had already walked too far along the trail.
Annie was beside herself. Here she was nude, all alone and there was no one to help her. She thought about hiding in the brush and waiting for the others to come for the car. However, she remembered the plan was for them to come back only when all six had arrived at the finish. It might take them hours before they decided to come looking for her. She also knew there were a few hard cider drinks in the cooler and Brittany and the rest might just spend some time relaxing and not even think about Annie.
The cold realization hit her: She would have to hike out naked, as there was no alternative. 'What's the worst that could happen?' she asked herself. The trail apparently was rarely used and she could almost guarantee she would not be seen until she got to the finish. With a new sense of calm, she stood up and took her first steps onto the wooded path.
With every little rustle of the leaves or whenever she heard her own footsteps crack a twig, she would jump and look around herself. She never saw anyone so she continued to walk slowly along the path.
As time went on she became more comfortable with her situation. She found herself relaxing and even enjoying the sensation of no clothes. In the slight coolness of the forest, her nipples would bead up off and on. A slight breeze ruffled her modest bush and once, when the breeze came from the rear, she felt a slight tingling along her ass and pussy.
"This actually isn't that bad," she said out loud to herself. "I surely hope I don't meet anyone."
It was as if thinking about it caused it to happen. One second she was alone and then suddenly, she came around a bend and nearly ran into an equally naked man.
"Oh my God," she screamed. "Who are you? No, what are you doing here naked?" she asked as she reached to try and cover herself with her hands.
"Excuse me, I didn't see you," he said as he looked down at his feet. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I got locked out of my car when I was changing out of my bathing suit. It was a mile or so back there."
"Are you with the gals who were on this trail back there?"
"I guess so, there should have been five of them," she said.
"Yup, I met them all. They were pretty surprised, I have to admit, to see me naked, but I just kept on walking."
"So, what's your excuse to be naked, anyway?"
"Well, I thought you might know, but it is National Nude Day."
"You're kidding! We are on this swim and hike to raise money. We chose today because it is Bastille Day. Then I got locked out of our car when I went to change."
"Wow, what a coincidence. I'd rather celebrate National Nude Day than Bastille Day. I try to do this every year, though usually not in this area."
"Uh, this is a weird situation. Could we just get over the embarrassment of this all and basically look at each other?"
"Sure, I'd be glad to," he laughed. "Here, you look first, then I'll look at you. You'll need to drop your hands, though.
"OK, here goes." With that, she let her hands drop from her pelvis and breasts and stood facing him. She took along look at him. He appeared to be about her age, maybe slightly older. He was fairly lean, but muscular at the same time. He had nice, wide shoulders, a cute face and, to her surprise, a very nice-looking cock. It wasn't too big, but she knew the cool air of the forest could be causing some shrinkage. "OK, I've looked, now you get to," she giggled nervously.
