A New Start

How many game cameras did they have in stock? I kept hitting the up arrow until the listing said out of stock. 25 was the limit. $800 apiece. Built in rechargeable batteries, solar panels, camouflage color exterior, transmittable, linkable, and high-definition cameras.

This was going to be expensive. The machine implements, the greenhouses, and the cameras. Yep. Expensive.

They were all available for pick up or delivery. I decided I would drive and pick up the small items I could get. But leave the big stuff for delivery. Brad would know what to do when it all arrived.

I had only started using tractors and machinery. I knew just enough to likely break stuff or screw it up. So, I will wait for Brad.

I drank another protein shake, tended to my scrapes and scratches, and hobbled to bed.

This night I could not get an easy sleep. I would not fall asleep and have nice dreams.

Tonight. I had a recurring nightmare. I was naked. In the middle of the night. Trying to cross a highway of 100 lanes of traffic. Like Frogger the video game. But I kept getting hit. Flying across the road, getting maimed or injured, and trying to hobble or crawl away.

But each time I tried to cross the highway. Thousands of cars would hit me, kill me, or injure me. Then the worst part.

Everyone would stop. They would get out of their cars. And they would see me naked. Dead, injured, or begging for help. But naked every time. Men, women, and kids would laugh. Take pictures of my naked body. And then the nightmare would reset. Over and over until I woke up.

My body was covered in sweat. My body still ached. But it was less of an ache then yesterday. I got up, showered, drank a shake, ate a handful of vitamins, and got dressed. I still had scratches on my chest, my knees, and my butt from falling and laying in the gravel. But I decided it wouldn't limit my fashion choices.

I pulled on the tiniest bright yellow thong I had, wore a tiny barely see-through yellow sun dress, and put on some multicolored cowboy boots.

The boots looked good but were a pain to drive in. So, I left them off until I got to my destination. ABC supply. It had the order all ready. But I could only take the small stuff. A teenage salesgirl questioned me about the game cameras. I told her I bought a new ranch and wanted to cover the large area. She nodded with agreement. She opened a box and showed me how to charge it, set it up, and link the cameras together. Each camera had a serial number and passcode. You needed them to enter the passcode into the next camera. And then down the line. Mess one up in the link and they wouldn't communicate. She also showed me ways of mounting them so they would be unseen. They had a huge prop area with it set up in many different ways. On the ground looking like a rock, in a bush, or on a tree.

The girl showed me fake branches they used to staple around the camera to hide it better. She was right. It looked more hidden. But not very natural. Then the solar panels. The wire was brown, and the panel would be hidden much higher up in the tree. Out of the line of sight.

"Who really looks up at trees when you drive by or hike along a trail? No one does." She explained.

"But that high up? A ladder wouldn't reach?" I asked.

"We use climbing kits. It's a belt with spikes that attach to your boots. A few practice trees and you will have it in no time." The salesgirl explained.

She threw in the tree climbing kit for free since I bought 25k worth of cameras.

After being brought up to speed on the cameras, how to install them, we got everything loaded. I headed home. The damn boots looked nice. But they hurt. I drove barefoot home.

As I drove, I thought of areas where I could mount the cameras. They had a maximum range of 1 mile. And they worked best if they could see each other. If they were over the crest of a hill or through too many trees. It would weaken the signal. If the signal was weak all along the chain. Then the speed of the uploaded pictures would be limited as well.

At home I unboxed them all and piled them in one of my spare bedrooms. I had decided to place the first camera on a light pole in the middle of my ranch. Next to my house. The camera would be at the top. The solar panel would be exposed to full sun.

The camera had an option for live viewing. The salesgirl showed me how to set it up.

Instead of climbing the wooden pole I grabbed the boom truck. It's a large diesel truck with a long arm and bucket on the end. We used it for fixing roofs and gutters. Or at least Brad did.

It took me 20 minutes to set it up, screw it tight, and lock it all in place. With the large light already installed and the large electrical box. The camera was barely noticeable.

Once the boom truck was put away, I logged onto the new camera. It was a fun toy. With a live view I would walk back and forth across the gravel yard while staring at my phone. Then run. The stop. The camera did not move or pan. But it had a wide-angle option. It also recorded what it saw. So, I could play it back even if I wasn't watching it right that second. I felt a bit safer knowing I had a camera set up. The next ones would be a bit tougher. Few light poles and few trees. I had hoped I would have enough places to run the full length of my road from north to south. But a ride on the ATV proved that would not be feasible.

We would need to install more light poles. That was the only option.

I had a huge, long list for Brad. 7 new light poles in the ground, electrical run under ground and then up them to the top, dig out the new garden, fill with wood bits, sand, topsoil, and amenities. Build the two huge greenhouses.

The far south area had only one good tree. It had a perfect place to point two cameras. One towards the south field and one towards the north to record the road and the nearby field. I wanted to try climbing gear after I watched a YouTube video a few times.

It seemed simple. Attach spikes to boots, attach harness to person, secure belt around tree, lean back, and kick spikes into tree. Then small steps up the tree.

I tried it for an hour before I got it. At the top of the tree, I looped a rope around a thick branch. In case I lost my grip and fell. I set up both cameras and both solar panels. I verified their serial numbers and such before heading down.

The biggest problem was connection. They were too far from the house for me to log in remotely. I had to walk or ride down to within a mile to get a view of the cameras. Or at least I would until I had 3 more cameras set up in between.

Well at least I felt a bit safer. They worked nicely.

I hid the climbing gear in my spare bedroom and had dinner. The day had gone by fast. Night was closing in. After dinner I wanted to do a real check of the cameras. Would they record me?

I waited until it was 10pm. I got on my running shoes and stripped naked. I walked around the gravel area between my house, the barn, and the large garage. How close would I have to be to trip the motion sensor. How close would I have to be for a good quality video or picture? Not grainy like the bigfoot pictures. If I moved too fast, would I be blurry?

I would have looked like an idiot if someone had been watching me. Running circles, stopping, starting, running forwards, backwards and then at a distance in different spots around the camera. How wide did it record?

After 20 minutes I jogged down to the south end.

My feet were the worst now. My legs were no longer sore or ached. But my heel, my pads of my feet. They were hurting from the repetitive impacts on hard ground.

It only took 30 minutes before I was at the south end. I repeated my odd dance. Circles around the area. Forwards, backwards, standing still. Then finding the farthest viewing distance.

I had brought my phone for this inspection.

I stepped back into the shadows far from the camera before I logged on. No blurry pictures or video, the night vision was high end, my face, my tits, my body. All recorded in 8K quality. You could even see the dust my feet kicked up when running or sliding to a stop.

Then there was the distance. At 80 yards I could see the definition of my face. I could recognize me. The night vision saw the reflective pieces on my shoes from over 150 yards. But that was the limit. You couldn't see my face. But you could tell I was a naked woman. Just not pick her out of a police lineup.

I scuffed the ground with my shoe in three places for the limit. Then three more places close up at 80 yards for the limit on good recognition. Then the last spots for how wide the camera's recorded. I would plant small trees here later so I would know where a person or animal was in relation to the distance.

I had a few 6-foot pine trees in buckets around the ranch. I intended to use them for other things. But this would be more important.

I jogged back to the house happy with my installed cameras. My naked running had made me horny. I had an idea. I grabbed a deck chair and set it in the middle of the gravel area. I turned off the bright overhead light. I leaned back, spread my legs, and played with my gushing pussy.

Running naked got me horny. It got me wet. Even thinking about it would soak my panties. I didn't have to do it to get wet. But when I did it. I soaked. I used my phone to zoom on me and my pussy. The night vision was amazing. It recorded every hair, every fold, and the juices. They glistened in the night.

It took me only 5 minutes to have a leg shaking orgasm. I nearly fell out of the chair. I returned the camera to its wide-angle view and walked the chair back to the deck. I saved the recorded video of my masturbation so I could watch it over and over on my laptop.

I was tired. Very, very tired. It was 2am. How did I not know?

My head felt heavy. My body was doing better but my feet still ached.

I slumped off to bed. No shower. I knew I would regret that later.

I woke up to loud beeping sounds! It was 10am. My head ached. I didn't remember my dreams from last night.

I got dressed and headed out to see what was going on.

A delivery truck. Brad had the tractor out and was picking up the items. The greenhouse and new farm implements. He didn't ask questions but likely figured it out. He was a good worker and got things done.

I went back inside for a banana and some supplements. My feet weren't so sore this morning. But a bath with more Epsom salt would help. But that would have to wait.

"Where are we building this thing?" I heard Brad yell through the screen door.

I walked out barefoot, jeans, and a shirt. No bra.

I walked Brad to the overgrown patch. Weeds and unknown plants were 4 feet tall. Brad handed me a can of marking paint. I made some corners here and there for the garden and then a starting position for each green house. They needed to face south and have a bit of room in between them.

Brad tipped his hat and began reading the manual about the tilling machine. I went back inside to bathe. But it was not quiet, restful, or soothing. It was loud, grinding, and screeching. The tiller made a hell of a noise this close to the house. An hour later I went outside to join Brad.

"I found two water lines!" Brad shouted.

And sure enough. He did. One was likely for the previous garden and the other was for the previous greenhouse. Luckily, they were only bent. We could bend them back into place and set up automatic watering stations for each green house.

30 minutes later 6 dump trucks arrived with sand, topsoil, woodchips, and amendments. Brad had them all "drive dump" them in a straight light down the middle of the two-greenhouse area's I had marked. He would likely till it all together and then separate it out into two long strips before we assembled the greenhouses.

I knew to stay out of the way. My job was to plan, organize, pay, and then stay out of the way.

Brad returned with our ditch digger. It was like a giant chainsaw, but it dug dirt trenches 12 inches wide. Confused, I walked out to see what he would do. Brad dug 4 trenches. 2 for each greenhouse. I had no idea why until he put away the noisy machine.

"We will run pipes through them. The warm air from the greenhouse will be blown through the pipes. It will keep the ground warmer in winter and the plants a bit happier." Brad smiled and explained while he saw I was confused.

I had not planned a lot of things. Or had a lot of experience. So, I retreated inside to continue reading about gardens, greenhouses, and watching videos. I found many videos about winter gardening. They all had underground tubes. Some had 1 or 2. Others had a lot more.

It was nearly 5pm now and my stomach was growling. Brad had finished the groundwork and had the pipes all laid out on the ground. All the fittings were in buckets laid out for tomorrow. He tipped his hat and said he would be back to finish the job. I asked about telephone poles and lighting.

He tossed me the green marking paint and said "You mark it. I will get it installed. After the greenhouses of course."

I went back to the house and waited for him to leave. As soon as his truck hit the main road. My clothes hit the floor. I felt so much better naked. I tidied up the house and started dinner. Vegetable stir fry. But with frozen vegetables. Arg. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of putting in a greenhouse the day I bought the place. And thinking back. I had been here for how long? Weeks or months?

I ate dinner naked on the porch. Previously, I would never have done this. But I was much more ballsy now. Sitting in a chair, my feet up, my plate in my lap, and munching away. I could use a porch swing or a hammock I thought as I looked around at the wooden supports. I had just the right place in mind.

After dinner I remained in a place to watch the glow of the day fade and the shadow of night stretch through the valley. Once the sun ducked behind the mountain tops. Night was not slow. But rapid. Darkness hit like a pale of water dumped on your head. All at once.

I got up, put away my dinner plate, and put on my running shoes. Outside I picked up the spray can. Why green and not orange? I looked at the can. Shaking it I knew I would not be a silent runner. The can had a metal ball inside that rattled loudly to mix the paint. I decided to walk and enjoy the night. It wouldn't take that much longer. I decided to go south, hit the spots I wanted, then turn and head north. 7 in all. Likely 12 miles.

Then I thought about it. 12 miles walking would take 3 hours or more. I could easily hit it in 2 hours if I jogged. My feet had only just started feeling better. "don't push it" I thought. I looked at the barn and saw my ATV. "Fuck it. Let's ride!"

I started up the ATV and rode while laughing. Naked motorcycle riding? Of course. I had not considered it before. The wind in my hair, my bouncing boobs, and my wet ass pussy slipping on the seat. Don't forget the vibrations from the machine. Ooooh the vibrations. I have ridden horses a bunch of times. That too was enjoyable. But the vibrations!!!!

I got all 7 spots marked out in less than 30 minutes. I felt less exposed, but also more exposed than running naked. I felt like the high-speed machine and loud motor would attract more attention. But everything is a tradeoff.

My feet thanked me as I returned home. As I walked up to the porch I kinda felt like a cheater. Honestly. I wasn't as tired from running but I was covered in dirt. The tires kicked up a hell of a lot of dust and my naked body seemed like a magnet. It was my sticky sweat in the hot weather. And my juices running down my thighs. My face, neck, and chest were much dirtier from the ATV then when I ran. My thighs too.

It had been days since I changed my bed sheets. A few nights I had gone to bed without a shower. Not good. I changed them out and then took a shower. A cold. Cold shower. The ATV had made me a lot hornier than I thought I would get. But I only wanted to orgasm from running. Not the cheating way. So cold shower it was.

I was starving. My change in diet had made me get hungry in the middle of the night. Not even 11pm and I needed a snack. But I stayed within my diet. Kale salad and a protein shake. Back to bed. But I was craving meat.

My dreams were just that. Me running after giant steaks. Always out of my reach. So frustrating. And when I woke up. I was mad. I was hungry and I wanted red meat.

It was much earlier than when Brad started his day. 6 am. I cooked 6 eggs and two pieces of bacon. It smelled so good. I ate it slowly. Knowing it would be another few days until I could have any meat again. But the fatty bacon satiated me for now.

At 7am I heard Brad outside working. The machines are running loudly. He was assembling the greenhouses. He worked like an ant. A fast-moving ant. Here and there. Back and forth. Up and down. Every time I would step away to get a drink, eat lunch, or even blink. He had another piece set up, bolted up, and braced.

How he managed to assemble two large greenhouses in one day was beyond me. "I will install the water lines, the fans for the underground warming pipes, and the plastic covers tomorrow." Brad advised before taking off again.

I waited for his truck to pull out before my clothes hit the floor again. Potatoes. I was craving potatoes with onions and peppers. It didn't take long, and the huge skillet was full and ready. Much too much food for one person for one meal. But like last night. I was hungry in the middle of the night.

I was naked again on my porch. Eating dinner. Plate on my lap. It was hours before the sun would go down. The hot beams of light made my feet and legs warm as I sat there munching away. The neighbors were very busy. Little dots scurrying around in their fields. Chasing cows, sheep, and goats.

I rarely watch television anymore. Except to do yoga workouts and calisthenics in front of the television. And all naked of course. Watching the farm across the way and getting my little projects done were my entertainment. I had not done much all day. My body was cheering me on. My feet had just recovered. But what?

I checked my phone and saw the electric bicycles would be delivered to my local post office tomorrow. Heh heh. Game changer. But how would I use them?

Tonight, I would stay inside. Even though my body kept screaming at me to try the highway again. I barely made it back. I hoped I was not seen. But who really knows? The highway was not an option right now. Stay inside. Work out with some low impact. Lose weight. Then running will be easier.

So that's what I did. Nude yoga, nude Pilates, and nude weights. I did three hours with very little break. I was starting to feel my stamina had improved. It was pitch black outside and I heard a *creek creek creek* on my old wooden porch. Thinking nothing of it I cleaned up, rolled up my mat, and went upstairs. *Creek creek* again. I knew my doors were locked. I knew it was likely a racoon or something else on the porch.

It likely smelled the food I had eaten out there and came to investigate. I showered, drank a protein shake, and went off to bed.

No dreams again tonight. I woke up annoyed. I had hoped for another epic nude running dream. I felt cheated.

I heard Brad outside working. Cutting, digging, and machines running. 8 am. The dude was a hard worker.

I picked up my cell phone and remembered. I have a camera! Racoon from last night. Why didn't I remember the cameras?

I opened the camera application, punched in my access code, and started to rewind slowly. Too big to be a racoon. In the shadows. Creeping along the deck. It was a person. Dark hair, long legs, and then into the light she stepped. It was Maya! She was in my garden. Outside, on the edge of the porch. I looked at the time stamp. That was about 30 minutes into my nude yoga. Damn. How long had she been watching? Not just tonight. But previous nights?