The words kept repeating in my mind as I was working my way through a post orgasm nap:
"I kind of burned our clothes."
Had my mind not been in such a sex crazed fog it might have alarmed me more. Especially since these were the last words muttered to me by my roommate and naughty partner-in-crime Lynn who was lying next to me naked, next to the campfire she built.
Questions kept circling in my mind:
What clothes? You burned all of our clothes? Why did you burn any of our clothes?
Finally, after one particularly bad thought -us being trapped out in the middle of nowhere and without a stitch of clothing- my mind came back to me and I sat up.
I was still next to the fire. Rather what was the fire the night before. I appeared to be very early in the morning and I looked down and saw Lynn was still deep in dream-land and decided to investigate rather than wake her and cause a needless panic. I looked into the fire and there did appear to be several charred remains of what very well could have been the flimsy outfits Lynn forced us to wear for our hike through the woods. There was still smoke coming off the fire so I couldn't investigate much further and decided those were a lost cause even if they were our clothes and started walking to her Uncle's cabin to see if I could find where Lynn had put our other clothes she packed.
As I noticed when we first arrived I didn't see many places to hide and clothes: there were no dressers or closets in the tiny cabin. I rifled through both of our backpacks and all I could find was two trash bags we had brought to haul our trash when we left after the weekend. I really started to get flustered and started running around the cabin hoping there was some corner I hadn't thought to look in yet. Just as I was becoming very flustered I heard the door to the cabin open and saw Lynn yawning and stretching her arms making a giant Y with her body.
"Oh good, you're awake," I snipped sharply. "What did you mean when you said you 'kind of burned our clothes last night?"
Lynn's face went straight to the floor and she tried to avoid eye contact at all costs.
"Well, I knew you wouldn't like my idea of going naked the whole weekend, and figured this way you wouldn't have a choice," she told the floor.
"What do you mean wouldn't have a choice, where are the other clothes you packed? Both of our packs were full on the hike in," I said and could hear the confusion and undertone of anger just beneath the surface.
"Don't be mad, I just really needed a weekend away and wanted it to be one to remember. I packed all the food in your bag so it would still be heavy and in mine I put one of our weights until you weren't looking and then I threw it in the trunk."
I threw my arms into the air, "Oh God Lynn! What are going to do? What if someone stumbles upon us, or we need to go into town for something?"
As I was talking I could tell Lynn was barely paying attention and walked past me to her pack and dug into one of the pockets. I was hoping there was a secret compartment with a whole outfit for each of us but Lynn pulled out her hand and was holding, to her, the next best thing: two joints.
"Jade you are freaking out over nothing. No one knows about this place and there is a gym bag with clothes in the trunk of your car waiting for us down at the base camp. Everything is fine," she said lighting one of the joints.
She took a long pull and came up to me, holding out the joint. I reluctantly reached out for it and she drew it back motioning for me to open my mouth. She slowly exhaled her smoke and gave me a nice shotgun of her hit. As she handed me the joint I drew her in and took a hit myself, then kissed her deeply and we shared the hit.
"These better not be some famous last words of yours 'Everything's fine','" I mocked and tweaked her nipple as she smacked my ass.
Maybe it was the weed already kicking in but I decided there really was nothing we could do about it at this point and decided to embrace the situation. After we grabbed a quick breakfast we decided to go down to the water and swim around a bit. I had to admit being out in nature without a stitch of clothing was starting to feel very freeing. We wandered down to the same little cove as the day before and waded into the water. Even though we didn't have any soap or shampoo we took turns "washing" each other's bodies. My 5'5" frame is only slightly smaller than Lynn's 5'8", but other than that our bodies are very similar. My breasts are slightly smaller than Lynn's but at a 36B I don't hear any complaints in that department either. Both of our tits are quite perky and we don't really need bras and find any excuse to not wear them we can (obviously not an issue this weekend). My nipples are slightly puffier than Lynn's dime sized little nips, but once they are erect, they firm up to roughly quarter sized. In the nether region, I generally keep my bush neatly trimmed while Lynn has started taking to shaving her beaver completely bald. After we took turns rubbing each other's bodies from head to toe we decided to lay out on the large, flat rocks and try to work on our tans. I laid flat on my back tits pointing straight to the sun while Lynn decided she wants to get her ass more tan. We laid side by side and after only a couple of moments Lynn reached out and grabbed a tuft of my lady fur and gave a swift yank.
"Ow, fuck Lynn! What was that for," I yelped.
"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to yank it so hard. I was just pointing out that you've let your bush grow a little wild don't you think," she teased.
"Well, what should I just scorch the Earth like you," I said and reach over and slapped Lynn's bare mound as hard as I could.
We both propped ourselves up on our elbows and Lynn flipped over so we could compare. Lynn must have seen me straining my neck to get a better glimpse because she spread her legs wide open and reached down running her hand over her smooth slit.
"You should really try it, it feels wonderful. Check it out," she boasted and before I could react she grabbed my hand and placed it right on her bald mound.
"Do you not remember last night...or any of the MANY times I've stroked your sweet, bald honeypot," I posited, not moving my hand from its perch; meanwhile moving my own hand down to my bush. "I do see what you mean though, perhaps I could use a trim. But what are we going to do about that here? We don't have any way of trimming me up down there," I said.
Before the words had escaped my lips, I saw Lynn's devious plan emerging before my eyes.
"No! Whatever it is you're scheming I want no part of it," I proclaim, throwing my arms up and laying back shutting my eyes.
I hear Lynn get up and storm off in a pouty fit. I know that this is a lose/lose for me: If I chase her down she will guilt trip me into going along with whatever plan she has come up with, and if I stay put she will get mad and convince me anyway but will throw an extra little humiliation in the mix for me too. Since we are up in the mountain by ourselves I think
