A New Start

It was Monday morning and Brad was working hard. I was biting my tongue, stopping myself from telling him he had been caught, I had seen the pictures he had shared with Maya, and I was not happy about it. Or was I?

So, I kept myself busy. Chores and what not. It was about noon when I decided to take the new electric bicycle for a ride. They were easy enough to use. A thumb tab extended from the right-hand grip. Push for faster, release to slow down. You could also peddle the electric bike. But the extra weight of the motor, thick frame, and battery made it difficult and exhausting to pedal. Even on flat ground.

Brad saw I had packed too much stuff on the bike. "I will make an aluminum extension on the other one while you are gone. After you give it a try and like it, I can add it to the other." Brad explained as he pulled out a plasma cutter and welding equipment. The man could really do everything.

I had water, snacks, a blanket, a spare battery, my cell phone (not that it worked), sunscreen, and a swimsuit. I loaded it all on the bike and started on the adventure. This bike would extend my adventures for miles and miles. Up hills it really moved. I remember how bad my legs and feet hurt after the first time I had run. It amazed me how much incline there really was.

It was no time at all, and I had made it to the pond/lake. There were no tire marks or anything that led me to believe any Weyerhauser employees or hikers had been here. I looked around the little boat house, no cameras. Then the surrounding water area. Still no cameras. But I found loads of good trees to mount my own to later.

I pulled on my bikini but got a bit upset at myself.

The bikini felt like cheating. I stood at the edge of the water and stripped it off. Once naked I felt a lot better. My feet tested the water and found it was warmer than I had expected. I slowly walked in the water, I was up to my waist, and found the bottom of the pond was mostly sand. I expected rocks, sticks, and believed it to be uneven.

I swam a few laps. Edge to edge and back. The bottom was not that deep. Maybe 15 feet. The water was crystal clear. I could see lots of fish darting as I swam. Likely trout that the Weyerhauser employees had placed in the pond for fun. After an hour or so I walked out. I used the blanket to dry my hair as I stood in the sun to dry the rest of my naked body.

The sun was warm. Not as hot as it was at my house. I believe the cool mountain wind off of the pond helped with that. I packed all my items back on the bike. Including my clothes. A naked bike ride would be fun I thought.

I headed for the large yellow/gold pasture I had seen before. Coming up to the dark trees that blocked out the sun on the road was a creepy reminder. The electric bicycle's front LED light turned on automatically. But it didn't help much. A shiver ran down my spine.

Was I freaked out? Or was it the cool air hitting my still not dry body causing a chill?

I arrived at the pasture to find it uninhabited. Just as it had been last time. I decided not to search the area for cameras. But just live in the moment. A naked moment. I rode the bike through the pasture and into the middle. I laid out my blanket and let the sun warm me up.

I was surprised at how even the slightest breeze chilled my naked skin. Now in the pasture I felt warmer. The sun made my skin glow as I applied sunscreen. I also noticed my white, tan lines had begun to disappear. My slightly sunburned ass had healed. I rolled over and decided to start with my back. My naked ass looked great in the sun. The running had really helped tone it up.

I did my best to wait 2 hours before I started my run. It was tough. I loved to run naked. When the time came, I could barely contain myself. I loaded up the bicycle and hid it among some green bushes. My pussy was already dripping, and I had not even run a step.

I decided to run 5 miles. When I had previously memorized the map, the road ahead was a mild uphill slope. Then it came to a fork in the road, and I could turn back. Going left was flat, going right was a lot of uphill, and I could easily just come back. Then ride to another location.

I stretched and started off slowly. Even though I was excited. I wanted to sprint. Run as fast as I could. With each step I was in a new area I had not seen, adventured, or knew if it was safe. Looking around the hills, mountains, and streams. I knew there was very little chance anyone was up here.

With every mile I felt better. More relaxed and more excited at the same time. 5 miles went by way too quickly. I decided to keep going. I would take the uphill road. The map showed it was uphill for 5 miles. And very steep most of the way. I wanted a challenge.

The road was not dusty like the other roads. This was all recycled or crushed rock. Little razor blade looking grey rock. It was at times a bit slippery as I ascended the hills. My legs were shaking, my thighs burned, and my hamstrings were dead. I knew I had only got 4 miles by looking at my watch. And there was still 1 more mile to go until another fork in the road and a lookout spot.

I dug in, breathing hard, I kept pushing. The last mile was really tough. The air felt thinner even though I wasn't even at 3,000 feet in elevation. Maybe I was just not in as good a shape as I thought. At a bend in the road, I could see up the hill. 500 more yards and I could see the lookout spot on the edge of a very tall cliff. It was surrounded by steel posts and wire.

I felt a surge of energy and kept pushing on.

At the lookout spot I found it all rock. No plants, no trees, and no moss. The rock was chiseled, hard, and sharp. It looked man made. The road continued behind me. Going up, up, up into the mountains.

I stood at the look out spot. Looking out into the hills, trees, and streams. At the top of the mountains, I could see snow. But where I stood it was still 75 degrees. The cold wind blew downward here and there as I got a shiver.

My body was covered in sweat. Barely any of my legs were dirty. This road was not like the dusty dirt around my ranch. It was all just gravel. I found a good flat spot to sit down. My naked ass on the rock was not comfortable. But I felt like it would work for what I had in mind.

I spread my legs, leaned back, and touched my clit. I nearly jumped with anticipation and excitement at the first touch. It only took 30 minutes, and I had an orgasm. The thought of the mountains full of hikers watching me masturbate was enough to get me there fast.

My body shook, my legs thrashed, and my eyes rolled back. I lay on the sharp gravel staring up at the clouds while I recovered. It felt like it had been months since my last orgasm, they usually were not this strong when I did them day after day. Maybe the excitement of being naked in the hills did it.

That was likely it. It was my "thing" after all. My fetish.

After regaining my strength, I stood up and knocked off the gravel stuck to my butt. I took my time jogging back downhill. If you thought going uphill was tough and painful. You should try running downhill. My quads burned. My toes were jammed into the front of my shoes. I had to stop a few times to let my quads recover. They were quivering from the repeated impacts.

I finally made it to my bicycle. Right where I left it. Still nude I mounted it and rode to check out the left-hand fork in the road. The small brown sign read 1820-22. That meant the road number was 1820 and it went on for 22 miles. I had not seen a road sign for the uphill portion. I wondered if it was brand new or had been torn down accidentally.

I rode the 1820 road for a few miles. It was nearly flat and went on and on. Boring. After 5 miles I turned around to head home. The battery was a bit less than half. I had used the power from the battery to go uphill most of the way. There was a setting to regenerate electricity, but it required hard pedaling or going downhill. Going downhill with gravity was easier. So, every portion of downhill I turned it on.

The electric bicycle was simple in design. Its read-out would tell you the percentage left and how much electricity you were regenerating. I didn't really understand all the Kilowatt hours and what-not on the read-out. I relied mostly on the percentage of battery available, and miles ridden.

If my calculations were correct, I would recharge only 25% of the battery on my return ride. It took 50% to go uphill but there was never 100% efficiency when recharging.

In my head I kept trying to keep track of the miles, the hills, and what not. It wasn't until I was in view of my ranch did, I remember I was naked. In a fright I stopped the bike. A cloud of dust enveloped me. I quickly pulled out my clothes and got dressed. My eyes locked on the ranch. Was Brad watching me? Had he seen me in the last mile or so as I rode downhill exposed?

After getting dressed I rode the last 100 yards into the area with the barns. Brad had finished welding the aluminum basket on the other bicycle and I saw the tractor was gone from the barn. I assumed he was out at one of the fields working. Which meant he was not here to see me almost fuck up.

I checked the battery and saw I was right. The battery only recharged 25% downhill. I plugged the battery back into the outlet and let it fully recharge. I pulled out my bikini and blanket to later wash.

It was nearly 4 pm. Brad quit at 5 pm.

I went inside to have a snack and drank another protein shake. Sure enough. At 5 pm on the dot Brad returned with the tractor, parked it, tipped his hat, and left in his truck. As soon as the truck hit the road, I was naked again.

My legs and feet were sore already. Uphill running was much harder on me then running here at the flat ranch. I pulled off my shoes and saw my socks had a red tinge. Pulling off the sock I saw I had a few shards of sharp rocks inside my running shoes.

Not really a big deal, but two of my toenails had been cut up. I cleaned and applied some ointment. It stung like crazy, but my toes would be healed up in a day or two. I sat naked on the porch and pulled out my smartphone. I logged onto Maya's cameras.

I checked the settings, the visibility, and looked around. I saw there had been some activity on the recordings. A small red mark would indicate recorded movement. So, I rewound the activity.

Some of Maya's employees had been up on her top floor. Loading up bags of debris that had been piled on the floor. After 2 hours of removing a small percentage of the rubble. They left and did not return. I checked the settings on the phone and activated "Advise me" when motion was detected.

These cameras were the best ones. The ones pointed at her shower in the bathroom and the one for her living room that also recorded her desk/computer. With digital zoom I could easily see her keyboard and record her password as well as anything that was on the huge screen.

After all the running I decided to finish off the night with naked Pilates and an abdominal workout. I knew Joshua was likely watching me. The sun was making my naked body hot and I felt like I was glowing. I waved at him, turned around, wiggled my butt in his direction, and went inside.

I had enough energy to work out and then eat. The workout was not tough. But the abs were. It had been a while since I had done that many crunches and planks. But in the long run it would pay off.

I ate a salad before retiring to the bathtub before bed.

I decided I would mess with Joshua. To see if he was watching me. And how closely he was paying attention.

I picked up a piece of white paper and drew three numbers on it. Only about 4 inches tall and 6 inches wide. I taped it to my window. The window that faced him and he would have to look through to see me inside.

I went to bed. I was much more tired than I had been in a long time. No dreams or nightmares tonight. I woke up with sore legs, but my feet weren't bad at all. I stretched, drank some fluids, and had some eggs with hashbrowns for breakfast. I noticed I was in need of some groceries. I would not starve yet, but I needed some fresh fruit, veggies, and milk.

Brad had already started working before I got up. "I'm going to head to the store. Need anything?" I called out to Brad as he was working on a tractor.

"Yeah. Some hand balm. Ask Pat for his custom-made stuff." Brad called out.

Pat worked at the grocery store. Like I said before, it was a small mom and pop store, had few choices, but all the basic necessities. I pulled on some yoga shorts, a thin sports bra, and a T-shirt. I pulled on some sandals before heading out. I decided these might help my toes air out and heal better than wrapping them up in cowboy boots.

At the store I milled around. Selecting all the things I needed. But I had an odd feeling. I felt more exposed, like my ass was hanging out for all to see, but it wasn't. Maybe it was the feeling of being watched?

In every aisle I visited I saw people's eyes linger on me a bit longer than in previous days. Why? Are they looking me up and down? I have been living here for a whole summer. I wasn't exactly new. But in this little town. I figured living here 10 years still meant you weren't a local.

After filling up the cart with all my items I walked to the check out. No one was there so I rang the bell. Back in the big city I would bet people would just walk out without paying. But here, things were different. Pat walked out a minute or so later with a smile to ring me up. "Brad asked that I pick up some hand balm. The good stuff." I asked.

"Ah. No problem. It's in the back. Do you want some for your feet too?" Pat asked as he leaned over the counter to stare at my feet in the sandals.

"Do I need some? What does it do?" I asked.

"Ah. I had worked on a farm, dairy, meat, and goats my whole life. I was always fiddling with fat, oils, and stuff trying to make the best lotions, balms, and stuff for skin. I'm not saying I perfected it by any means. But the people around here like it." Pat explained with a bit of pride in his eyes.

"Okay. Give me some good stuff for skin and some good stuff to heal my feet. I like to run a lot." I explained.

Pat snapped his fingers and walked off. He returned with a jar of balm for Brad, a jar of balm for me, a jar for my feet, and lastly. A jar or red paste.

"This is for sore muscles. One small dab the size of a quarter on your hand. It is enough to do both legs. It will get a bit warm, it will soak in, and you will feel your aches and pains go away. But don't hit any good bits." Pat stated as he pointed to his dick and nipples.

I started laughing as he did his best not to be embarrassed. "Sorry. I grew up on a farm. Not much social skills." Pat stated while laughing.

I was laughing too. I didn't feel uncomfortable with Pat. He felt like an adopted father figure. Not grandpa's age yet. But in his 50's.

"Thanks. I really could use it." I explained as I paid for the extra stuff and left.

In the parking lot I looked back. Two teenage boys were sitting on dirt bikes drinking something and watching me with focused eyes. It was as if they were looking right through me. I shook it off and drove away. What was with me? Was everyone watching me? Was I the center of attention?

Back home, Brad helped me unload everything from the SUV and into the house. I handed him the jar of balm and he saw I had a jar for my own use. "Dry hands, dry skin on your ears. Use this. The other one you got there is for arms, legs, even face. The last one. Oooh wee. That one be careful with." Brad laughed.

"Yeah. Pat warned me. No nipples or groin." I laughed back.

"Yeah. I made that mistake once. I will remember it forever. The worst 4 hours of my life. If you got sore muscles. Use a small drop. Then rub it in. It's like the hottest oil. But it doesn't dissipate that quickly. And there is no way to make it go away. Water won't wash it off. Maybe you can try chugging some Jack Daniels. But I doubt even that would take the edge off." Brad explained, scratching his head.

I ate some lunch with Brad as we sat on the porch and talked about the new electric bicycles. I explained they worked really well, and I told him how far I had gone. I saw deer, birds, squirrels, and a few snakes laying out in the sun.

"Yeah. We aren't known for bear or mountain lions in this area. I am sure we might have a rare one or two. But we never really see them. They are afraid of people. So, if you see one. Make a big loud noise, wave your hands, and they should turn tail and run." Brad explained.

"Ah. Yeah. The city girl in me. I had never really considered there were things out there that would eat me." I replied.

"None of us around here have ever really been up there. It's not really patrolled but we have all heard that Weyerhauser is really strict about pressing criminal charges for trespassing and hunting up there." Brad explained.

"Too bad. There are lots of really nice spots. Picturesque and crazy rock ledges. I may take my camera up there some time." I thought, remembering I have a few really good cameras with timers or wireless remotes.

Brad went back to work, and I replaced the piece of paper on my window with three new numbers. I taped it so Joshua could see it. If he was looking. It had been a few weeks since I had cleaned my place. Like deep clean. I'm not a really messy person but I noticed things had been left out here and there. I picked up all my things, dusted around, and then vacuumed. The house was not the biggest, there wasn't anyone else that really used it except me and a few guests, so it wasn't that tough to clean.

I had lost track of time when Brad walked up on the porch.

"I always thought women cleaned their houses naked." Brad laughed.

"We do. But you are around." I laughed back.

"I'm outta here. Thanks for the balm." Brad stated and left.

I was naked as soon as his truck hit the road. A snack or two and then I pulled out the remaining cameras I needed to set up. After I laid it all out, I found the hardware was with them. I must have done it the previous day.

I waited for the sun to go down before I ran out to use the boom truck. It took me about 30 minutes to get each camera set up. Once they had all been set up on the new telephone poles with big flood lights. It was impossible to see the little game camera up on the pole with all the other gear. Once wired in I had to remotely access them, link them, and make them all communicate to one another.

I put the boom truck back in the barn. It was nearly midnight as I sat in my house, flipping from camera to camera. I could even access the two I had set up in the farthest southern field. "Shit" I thought. I still hadn't planted those pine trees I wanted to.

I felt like it was a bit too late to go for another run. But "fuck it."

My toes were feeling better thanks to the new balm. I had even applied a bit to the back of my hands. I was feeling brave. Still dressed in only running shoes and socks. I headed out for my naked run. I felt like I was lighter on my feet. After I had run uphill for so long. Flat ground felt like nothing.

I had previously made sure the cameras would record motion. This would be the first time I would be recorded by my cameras. Naked running. Maybe this was what had made me feel so brave? Not balm. Either way. It was the best run I had so far.

I should have paid attention to the time it took to run. Because it felt like a new record.

Back at the house I really started to laugh. The sweat, balm, and dust had stuck to my body in a new way. The balm was like a giant magnet. Where sweat was barely a little magnet. All the dust I kicked up stuck to the balm and made the area black. My soaking wet pussy and thighs were barely a hint of brown. Same as other areas where I was sweating.