There was no one around. I could see the trail disappear in both directions. I had parked some five-hundred yards down the entrance road to the park, and slipped through the thick pine scrub to find the trail I knew was there. I could still see the red glint of the fender through the trees.
It was hot, probably close to ninety degrees, and I just couldn't wait to get out of my clothes. I could feel the moisture between my thighs as I slowly stripped out of my top, folding it neatly and setting it on a mossy knoll. Next were the shorts. I never bothered with underwear on these trips, so except for the flip-flops, I was naked.
I found the small outcropping of rocks that was just off the trail, and carefully placed my clothes in a convenient hollow in the rock. I broke off a small pine frond and covered them. They were completely invisible, my nakedness was not. But then that was the whole point, to be naked with the very real possibility of being exposed to anyone who might come along.
I think my penchant for exhibitionism started way back, when my mother had inadvertently exposed me in a department store. Even though I was now twenty-three, that seed had grown into a full blown fetish, one that I was powerless to control.
Back on the trail, I scurried away from my clothes, and any hope of modesty. This activity was becoming more and more a part of my weekend routine. I would deliberately refrain from masturbating in the morning, as was my usual wake-up during the week. This would heighten my arousal and act as a lubricant for my mind as I stripped out of my clothes. Were I sexually sated, the risk might seem too great.
Suddenly, the thongs were even too much, so I folded them into one another, and deposited them behind a log that bordered the trail. The warm pine straw felt soft and pliable under my bare feet now as I walked farther and farther from my clothes.
The fork to the right dropped into the ravine and the creek which meandered through the park. The possibility of running into people was much great by the water, but the idea of skinny dipping in the cool stream was too tempting. I took the fork trail.
I was only a few minutes down this trail, when I heard voices coming from the woods ahead of me. I quickly ducked behind a group of small pines. They were small enough that I had to kneel to be hidden.
My fingers explored between my legs, parting my moist lips as the group of boys came closer. There were three of them, all much younger than me, maybe eighteen or nineteen. I tried to imagine what they might do if they knew there was a naked girl ten feet away from them as they passed.
I was, what most people would consider attractive. I had a slim build and long blonde hair that lightened considerably during the summer. My breasts were not large, but well-proportioned to my frame. I knew this, and also knew that were I discovered by anyone with less than noble intentions, things could go very badly for me.
Edging was all a part of my naked adventures. I discovered very early on, that should I have an orgasm, it was always straight back to my clothes, the excitement gone and risk too great. I mean it wasn't like I was a goon or something, stuck in front of some computer monitor scoping porn. But, keeping myself in a constant state of arousal while naked and far from my clothes was how I maintained my sanity, as it were.
The strange thing about my little quirk, I relished the close calls, the ones where I was certain I was going to be caught, only to escape exposure at the last second by some twist of fate.
I could hear the water now, and I was looking forward to easing into the cool stream, allowing the current to flow around my naked body. As I came to the edge of the woods, I scanned the creek bed for anyone that might have been hanging around. The coast was clear.
I was pretty good at staying on the flat rocks as I negotiated my path to the water's edge. As my feet were bare now, stepping on sharp cobbles was painful, and a buzz kill. The water was every bit as refreshing as I knew it would be, and as I got deeper into the middle I could feel the current start to flow around me.
Once I was in, the thrill of being caught was tempered by the fact that I was concealed by the water. Of course, that was before I managed to get into some current that was more than I could handle.
Even though the water was only to my waist, it was flowing fast enough that I could not seem to get my feet planted in the bottom. I was slowly being carried downstream and into unknown territory.
For a few minutes, the idea of being moved against my will was exciting. The banks of the stream started to look unfamiliar, and the chance of floating into a group of people was starting to seem almost inevitable.
Every time I would try and move out of the current, the water would spin me back to the middle and I would be carried even farther downstream. I knew from the map that there weren't any waterfalls on this part of the creek, so that wasn't on my mind. What very quickly was at the forefront were the loud voices and shouts from ahead of me.
There was no escaping this time. I was going to be caught and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. As the stream carried around a bend close to an embankment, I was suddenly surrounded by people. I'm not talking about four or five, I mean there must have been twenty. They all stared at me as I floated through them, men and women alike.
"She's stuck in the current, guys!" One of them finally shouted. Suddenly everyone's attention was on me and before I knew what was happening I was hauled out of the water and onto the bank. Strangely, the fact that I was stark naked wasn't lost on anyone.
