A New Start

I heard Maya's boots hit the wood patio first, then her fist banging loudly on the screen door, followed by a few "Hello!"

My hair was still wet as I got to the door.

Maya was dressed to ride a horse. Jeans, flannel shirt, hat, and the cowboy boots.

She had come to check on me. It had been a few weeks since I bought the house. And she had a few ideas or pieces of news I may be interested in.

Her father had invested in a few brand new pieces of machinery. Two new tractors of various sizes, tilling machines, planting machines, bailers, and such. He even replaced several of the automatic watering machines.

Maya had in the past asked about selling them. Before I had purchased them of course. But some of the people finally got back to her with a price. Not a new price. But still good for less than a year old.

Maya and I walked around the ranch and drove ATV's to check out the equipment. I had no idea what she was talking about or if the prices were really that good. This was something Brad would need to be roped into. His experience would be important.

But why would I sell them? Didn't I need them to do work on the ranch?

With all of this talk and driving I had forgotten two things. I had just returned from a naked run. And I left both my top and bottoms on the fence post at the end of the road.

Not until we got into eyesight of my hanging garments did, I realize it?

Oh shit.

Oh, double shit!

Maya was driving and talking fast. I prayed over and over that she would not see them. As we passed them Maya didn't make a move or glance in their direction. She kept talking without a bit of hesitation or pause. We kept driving north on my road. But we were now off my property and onto the thicker treed area.

Who owned it? Even Maya didn't know. The road got bumpier and worse. We slowed down as we turned around and went back to my ranch. Again. Maya zoomed right past my hanging clothes without a look.

I could have fainted right there. I'm glad she either didn't notice, didn't know what she was looking at, or didn't mention she saw my clothes. Back at the house we talked about Weyerhauser, their plans, their equipment, and their work schedules. Maya did seem like she was prying. But just making small talk and catching up with an old friend.

We snacked on some scones I had purchased earlier, and we walked around the yard. Maya pointed to an old overgrown area in the yard.

"We had an awesome garden here as kids. Then two long green houses we kept heated during the winters to grow some stuff. I kind of miss having a garden." Maya explained.

It was only now that I realized Maya missed her old property. She never seemed to be upset during the sale. But now. A bit of nostalgia maybe?

"Where are you living now?" I asked.

"Oh. I bought a huge commercial building 2 hours away. With the money from my father's estate, I am turning it into a bunch of apartments. The top floor will be my huge suite." Maya stated with a smile.

"Ooh. That does sound like fun." I advised.

"But it is so much different then growing up on a farm, with animals, ATVs, and places to stretch out. The building is a lot of work and all. But it's different." Maya explained. She seemed a bit down as she spoke.

"Well, you can always come by for a visit. Two hours is a bit of a drive. But you are welcome to come by. You could always teach me about gardening and greenhouses. In your spare time that is." I asked nicely.

Maya smiled and thanked me. She may "take you up on the offer. I do miss the property and getting out in the forest." Maya stated smiling wide.

I just hoped she would always call ahead.

Maya was skinny, tall, and had brown hair. Her body was much more of a real runners body then my own. She had small perky B cup tits, and her frame was so long that one step of hers was equal to two of mine. I was a bit jealous.

I knew Maya caught me checking her out. I wasn't exactly being sneaky. Maya smiled at me, beaming energy from her eyes as my eyes finally were done scanning her body.

"I'm good right now. I think I will keep my equipment. Though. I could use two new 4 wheelers. If you know any for sale in good condition?" I asked. Trying to not make it so obvious I was checking her out.

"Sure. Sure. I could ask around. As new as possible right?" Maya asked as she returned the favor. She was intentionally eying me up and down. Her eyes focused on my boobs. Laser focused on them.

I feel a bit shy now. I was in a hurry and had not put on a bra. I felt my nipples stiffen as she continued to stare at them.

"Okay. Well give me a call or stop by when you hear something." I stated nervously.

"Okay. I will let you know." Maya started smiling. Her eyes returned to mine before she smiled and turned away.

Damn. Her ass looked great in those skin tight jeans. Her tight belt sinched her waist even tighter. Just a hint of skin or fat stuck out of the top. I knew Maya knew I was watching her ass as she walked away. She added a bit more wiggle than was normal or necessary.

But there was no wiggle. Her skinny muscular frame didn't wiggle or undulate. It was firm and rock hard. Her body reminded me of mine when I was in high school. 20 pounds or lighter. I was a bit jealous as Maya left out my door and walked down to her truck.

Maya backed out while waving at me.

Damn. She was hot. Did I have a girl crush? Had my runs made me hornier and not less horny? Uh oh.

As soon as Maya left, I jumped on the nearest ATV and headed for my clothes. They were still hanging on the post. I grabbed them and set off for home. I wasn't expecting anyone, but they didn't need to be out there in case someone came by again.

At home I felt safe again. I stripped naked and walked around the house. I did laundry, made dinner and studied the maps again. My legs were not achy anymore. They were throbbing, stiff, and I got a cramp or two as I cooked. I chowed down a banana and swallowed two handfuls of vitamins before dinner.

No afternoon run up the hill for me. But I needed to stay active. After dinner I put on a yoga work out and exercised for 90 minutes in front of the television. If I had been in the city, I would have made sure all the shades were drawn, and no one was peeping on me.

But out here in the country like area. I didn't even think about closing the curtains. Naked yoga was another one of my favorite past times. But I had only ever done it inside my house. Oh, the possibilities hit my mind now. The large dry brown grass field at the Y intersection. Or even on the shore of Stitch Lake. The 10-acre lake. Or farther up the hills at unseen areas I had not yet discovered.

My body shook as I did the stretches and poses. My hips and shoulders ached more and more before I finally hit the 90-minute mark. I would need to order a joint supplement next. 24 is a hard age I thought to myself and giggled.

Another quick shower and I laid in bed. Hoping to have another amazing dream like last night. And again. Sleep hit me like a baseball bat. Before I knew it, I was walking along dirt roads, my hair blowing in the wind, the colors were too bright, unreal, and the wind. It was like music or birds singing.

I looked down. I was naked and skinny like Maya. My long legs stretched out in front of me as I started to run. Maya's long legs. Not my short thick ones.

I ran effortlessly. With speed, agility, and I was floating. Running was so much easier with Maya's long skinny legs. My new naked body had me running so fast I ventured farther and farther into the wilderness. I ran roads that were impossible distances. I climbed hills that were nearly vertical with ease.

And then. At the end. I stood on a vertical cliff face. A rocky outcropping and rolled out my yoga matt. Naked. On the edge. I did all of my poses and stretches. No one could see me. I was so high up. Only the eagles were witnesses as they floated on the updrafts.

I could feel the wind on my skin. It was hot and cold at the same time. I could see my wetness. Drip by drip falling from my pussy. The naked run. Naked yoga. I was so turned on I couldn't even wait.

Bam. Awake and back to real life. I groaned loudly as I sat up.

Body ached like none I had ever had. My neck, my eyebrows, all the way down to the tips of my toes. I had never felt aches like this, pain, and stiffness. I hobbled to my kitchen for a protein shake, Tylenol, and a handful of vitamins.

I needed a hot bath with some Epsom salt. Or better yet. A massage and a hot tub.

It was only then I realized how many miles I had run in two days. My toes and feet took the brunt of it. They were torn a bit, they were sore a bit, and they were rundown a bit. I need to give them a day or two to regrow the lost skin.

I had broken a cardinal rule of running. Too much too soon. I wasn't running on a nice soft rubber track either. It was hard dirt and rocks. But the naked running. It egged me on. I wanted more and more. Not less. How would I keep in shape and still do the things I wanted to do if my body were so upset at me?

Yoga could only keep me in shape. Not cardio shape. Not running shape. Only running keeps you in running shape. I ate my breakfast of oatmeal, fruit, bone broth, and another banana.

If I kept this up, I would likely buy and eat every banana at the "mom and pop" grocery store.

I needed a greenhouse for my own food. Peppers, lettuce, spinach, broccoli, and all the other healthy foods I loved. I had the area for it. Maya pointed it out. She had two large green houses as a kid plus an outdoor garden.

Today is Sunday. My feet and body still ached when I woke up. This would take time to heal. But I wanted my excitement. I decided I could walk. Up the first part, to the first bench, and set up my yoga mat. The area was relatively flat, with a point of sorts, an exposed overlook. That could be exciting?

But as I walked. My legs and feet ached.

Or how about just naked yoga in the garden. My body advised.

And my body won.

I could set up my yoga mat in the green garden surrounded by roses. It was not yet too warm. But as I laid there, naked, looking out through the roses. I felt cheated. Not as exposed as I wanted. I picked up my mat. I was annoyed. I was angry. There had to be a better spot.

The second floor of the barn. It had huge doors. They slid open. The sun shined in. I would be up high and could see down on the front part of the farm. Still naked, without shoes, and carrying my mat, I stomped away.

I opened the doors, and the bright sunlight beamed. I racked some of the hay away and laid the mat down on the edge. This would do nicely. I was over 20 feet off the ground, visible, and basking in the sun. I had a 90 minute yoga workout memorized. It wasn't a problem.

Every pose, every hold, every stance. I made sure I had full exposure. Anyone standing out in my farm or even at the road would see me naked. Ass up at times, legs spread at times, and in full glory. If they were lucky.

The downside was how hot it got in the barn under full sunlight. There was a slight breeze. But not enough to make up for the basking sunlight. I should have known it would get warm. This was where they stored the hay to keep it dry. Made sense it would be warm.

By the end I was guessing it was 110 degrees. My mat was soaked. When I picked it up the puddles drained. Streams of sweat dripped on the ground. But it wasn't all sweat either. I was hot and horny from the exposure. Risking it all, I remained naked as I walked back to the house. Mat rolled up and under my arm.

I went back to my green patch of grass, turned on the sprinklers and touched my pussy. I was wet. The cold water felt great. So, I kept rubbing. It took only a few minutes, but I had a standing orgasm. It was dangerous. I always shook. My legs trembled. I could have fallen and cracked my skull.

But I felt better. At least for the time being. The cold water had a soothing effect as well.

I turned off the water and walked up the porch. Today will be warm. Likely the warmest of all the summer days. I looked out over the farm. It was time to eat more and time to relax. Avocado with toast and bone stock. Not very filling but I was trying to loose weight. I sat and watched the farm, the road, the river, and the farm beyond.

I could just barely make out the dots. Dots on tractors, dots walking in the fields, dots walking up to the barn. It was 400 yards or so to the road. But beyond it. 1000 yards or more.

Would a telescope be powerful enough to watch them? See them? Or would I look like a creeper? How about a spotting scope for hunting?

This afternoon I would just relax. Stay inside, let my body and feet heal.

Dinner approached and I had done my best to just sit and not get too hot. The house had AC, but I had it set to 80. So, sitting outside in the shade was about the same feeling. So, I remained outside. Naked on the porch.

I made a salad. All fruit with lots of fiber. I scarfed it down and wished for meat. But if I wanted to lose weight. This was the right course of action.

Night came quickly. The valley was mostly dark. Except for the lights that ran along the highway and the farm across from me. I got up at 10pm to head to bed. But an odd thing caught my attention.

All the lights went out. The highway was dark. Except for the lights of the passing vehicles. The farm across was also dark. I grabbed my phone and advised the local electrical company. They advised a short due to a faulty power box. It would take 2 hours to remedy.

I however had power. I must have been on another circuit.

Shit. I had always wanted to go from my house, across the road, and to the river. Would this ever be possible again? My breathing increased, my heart was pounding, and without thinking about it I put on socks and pulled on my running shoes.

Before I knew it. I was running down my dirt road to the highway.

I knelt at the guard rail. Cars passing here and there. The problem was. There was a small median. Not enough to hide my naked body. So, I had to cross 3 lanes of northbound highway and then 3 lanes of southbound highway without stopping or being seen. I watched the cars from both directions. The lights coming in my direction.

Now.

I jumped the guard rail and sprinted as best as my sore body could go. But with the adrenaline. I didn't feel sore anymore. The excitement pushed me. Faster and faster. Without thinking I crossed 6 lanes and was down the embankment.

The blackness of the night covered me and my nudity. 10 more feet and my feet were touching the water of the river. I knelt down. Put my hands in the water and splashed my face. I had done it.

But how long would I wait? The repair man said 2 hours. I had taken 10 minutes to accomplish my goal. I had 1 hour, and 50 minutes left to savor it.

I looked up. The full moon was cresting the mountains. I felt my body glow from the small amount of light it cast. Looking around. My eyes adjusted. I could see the rocks better, the trees better, and across the river better. My hearing too adjusted. I could hear cars approaching and machines from the farm running. Generators? Who knew.

But should I stay. That was the question.

I waited. I breathed deep. I enjoyed the moment. It was nice. It was exhilarating. My pussy ached. My heart raced. My brain screamed "run back home!" But I fought it. I waited.

How long? It felt like minutes. But it wasn't.

I felt the lights snap back on even before my eyes registered.

My mind screamed, my heart raced faster, I instantly was covered in sweat. The lights to the highway had turned back on. Without wasting a second I ran up the embankment. I had no cover. Any approaching car would see me. And see me naked. I had a moment where I could make it.

Now! My brain screamed and I darted across. Adrenaline pushing me again. Halfway across I saw the closest car. 200 yards and closing. It would be close!

The last hard push of my right leg sent me over the white line and across the 6th and final lane. I stumbled, I fell, I rolled down the gravel embankment and into a tuft of grass. It was about a foot tall and may conceal me. I kept my head low and watched the car zoom pass. No brake lights seen or activated.

"That was close!" I whispered.

I raised up to my knees, my chest covered in grass, dirt, gravel, and sweat. I was still in an area of coverage where the lights made my skin glow. But I needed to get out of there. I waited again. Watching the approaching cars. I needed 30 seconds to get to my road and go down it before they saw me.

It took 20 minutes or so. I laid in the grass. My head barely above it. On my knees. Ready to pounce.

And then I was off. I had my 30 second window. Adrenaline again pushed my aching and tired body to full speed. Halfway down my road I thought "Maya would be faster. Her long lean legs would propel me faster. Why wasn't I skinny like her!"

But I made it. To the house. I was safe. My lungs were on fire, my legs were like lead, and I hobbled to the green patch of grass for more cold sprinkler water. I left my shoes on and turned on the spigot. The road dust, dirt, gravel, and more that was stuck to my body. It slowly rinsed off as I laughed. And enjoyed my adventure.

Looking from my spot I could see where I crossed the road and where I went down the embankment to the river. But I could not see the bank of the river where I had been standing. It seemed so much farther away and much more dangerous now.

How stupid was I to do it. To cross the highway. It wasn't a solid concrete wall. It was just a line. But it felt like an impenetrable barrier I had just broken. One I had dreamt about crossing since I first saw the property. Then there was the river. The cold water in my hands, dripping down my face and my tits.

That was one of the prizes. But the other prize was the hot, wet, and greedy clit. It loved the excitement. It was throbbing with blood. It was joyous and happy. I felt like my clit pushed me to do stupid things. And this was likely the stupidest. The cold water soothed me and cooled me down.

I began laughing. Loudly and uncontrollably. Was this my greatest feat? My greatest accomplishment while naked? No one saw me that I knew. No cars. No people. No cameras. But I knew what I had done.

I turned off the sprinkler and walked to the porch. My legs were lead. They clomped along like horse hooves on the wood floor. I took off the wet running shoes and socks. They would need some time to dry.

My thoughts came back to growing a garden and having two green houses. I got on my laptop and started shopping.

First, I would need two new attachments for the tractor. One was used to drive wooden stakes for fence posts, the other was a tiller for digging dirt. I found both and bought both from a location 2 hours away. They also had the greenhouses kits and more stuff I would need. They too were bought right then and there.

I knew this late in the year I could not start the greenhouse and expect huge growth. But I could prepare it all and start next year.

The last page I looked at was for predators. Not sexual predators but coyotes, wolves and bears. There were game cameras. Camouflaged and battery operated. You set them up and they record areas. Movement triggered the camera to take a picture or record a video.

Ooooh shit. Were these set up on Weyerhauser property? On the roads and boat house? What about my own property? How many times had my nudity been photographed or video recorded, and I did not know?

The most expensive models had solar panels, built in cell phones, and could be remotely viewed. They even talked to one another and could be linked for coverage in areas where there weren't any cell phone towers. 1 mile range.

I could set up 13. From the main gate all the way to the lake. The last one would take a picture and still be able to transmit it remotely back to me.