Hot Hailey for the Win
Hailey booted up her computer and checked the website again. The header said it all:
Nude Triathlon!!
This is not the world's first nude triathlon but will be the best ever organized. This is an official Sprint distanced competition - 750m (.466 mile) swim; 20 km (12.427 mile) bike and a 5km (3.1 mile) run. Serious athletes only!
Hailey had stepped up her training when she saw the announcement months ago. A biker and runner, she knew her swimming skills needed a lot of work. Being naked would bring added challenges.
The race was this weekend, and she was as ready as she would ever be. She was packed and ready for the drive to the event.
#
When she arrived at the campground hosting the triathlon, the scene was festive. She saw a crowd, a huge party tent, canopies, and even a couple of news vans. The contestant meeting would begin shortly.
She found a seat in the tent and presumed many there were fellow competitors and those that had come to support them. Hailey was alone. Only two people knew she was doing this, and since she was doing this for herself, she didn't want the distraction of having anyone with her.
A small balding man wearing a sports jacket and tie, despite the heat, appeared on the stage and approached the podium.
"Could I have everyone's attention," he said. "Thank you for joining us, and for those of you who will be competing, we wish you luck and assure you we have done everything in our power to insure this will be a world-class event. My name is Alfred Finnestad. We are proud to announce we have 55 competitors entered, 28 men and 27 women. First, I would like to introduce our organizing committee and volunteers..."
Hailey tuned out the introductions and looked around the seating area. Suddenly she feared she was out of her league. Most of the others were tall and lithe. Hailey felt she was among giants. At 5'2" she knew she didn't look much like a triathlete.
The man at the podium was done with introductions. "All of this was included in the entry packets mailed to you, but for our non-competitors, and as a review for our athletes, this is a Sprint style triathlon. We will meet at the south end of the grounds by the lake. Only contestants and their one ticketed guest will be admitted to the starting area. You will disrobe there. At the sound of the starting horn, you will swim the length of the lake and back. As for the bike portion, we have worked with county officials to block off some of the route. There will be a five mile stretch in which the public will be able to spectate. The route will bring you back to the grounds where the run will take place. Sponsors and special ticketed guest will greet you at the finish line.
Two hours and 15 minutes after the race begins, the grounds will be open to the public so they can meet our athletes. The medal ceremony will take place at that time. Does anyone have questions?"
There was one. "Can we put our clothes back on as soon as we finish the race?"
Alfred replied. "It is entirely up to you. You can get dressed or remain in your race attire, as it were. Keep in mind there will be members of the public here later, so you can decide your own level of comfort. Those attending know the nature of the race, so I don't think they will be made uncomfortable by seeing nude athletes. Are there any other questions?"
Hearing none, the speaker went over the rest of the schedule.
"The welcome reception for contestants and their guests will be held at 4 pm this afternoon, followed by our kick-off skinny dip for those that wish to take part. As a reminder, the reception is clothing optional. We hope you will join us and get into the spirit early." he said.
Hailey stood to leave when a man seated behind her said, "you here to cheer on your boyfriend, Little Bit?"
The man was tall (wasn't everyone here.) His eyes looked slightly sunken. His high cheekbones and pronounced forehead added to the affect.
"No, I, uh, will be competing."
"Oh. You don't look like a triathlete. I'm Jim Jenkins. If you do triathlons, you've probably heard of me. After I win, I can wait for you at the finish line. Maybe we can meet up once I collect my medal."
Hailey was flustered by the man's arrogance. During this brief conversation she already had a profound dislike for him.
She recovered and told him, "Sure I'll meet you in that one area I saw walking in."
"Which one is that?"
"I think the sign said it was called 'Somewhere Between No and Hell No."
The man laughed to cover his embarrassment. "At least I'll get to see you naked.
#
Hailey drove to the hotel to check in, then back to the event headquarters. She had some time to kill, so she called her friend and former boss Claire.
"This is nuts, Claire," she said. "I'm not sure what I was thinking."
"What? You have been working so hard for this. Tomorrow your training will pay off, you'll see."
"I was looking at the other athletes. For the first time I'm doubting whether I'm good enough to compete with them. Maybe I should just turn around and go home."
"Don't you dare! You told me you were doing this for you, that you're only competing with yourself." Is it because you're competing nude that you're nervous?"
"I'm not really nervous about that," said Haley. "That is a part of my training that I can thank you for. I appreciate all the confidence you have given me about others seeing me naked. Your pep talks have really helped me. There are a couple of clothing optional events when more than just the contestants will be in attendance. I haven't decided how I'm going to deal with that, yet."
Don't worry sweetie, I know it sounds cliché, but you've got this. As far as the clothing optional parts, do whatever you feel is right for you. If you opt to take your clothes off, remember what I taught you..."
"Walk into the room like you fucking own it," Hailey finished. "How is the book coming?"
Claire had begun writing a book focusing on self-confidence aimed at business people. Claire believed confidence and how one carried themselves was a major factor in career success.
"Slow. I've learned I have a love/hate relationship with writing. I'm rooting for you. Asher told me to let you know he is proud of you no matter what."
Hailey turned when she ended the call and bumped in to a man about her age.
I'm sorry," she said, "that's on me. I need to pay attention to where I'm walking."
"You're good." he said. You here to race?"
Hailey had to look up to make eye contact. He had dark brown hair done in a flat top and brown eyes. Exceptionally cute, Hailey thought.
"Here to compete. Or try to at least." she said.
"Is this your first triathlon?
"Does it show? I've been cycling competitively for a few years, and I enter the occasional 5 and 10k. I used to run competitively more than I do now. I feel most at home on a bike. I've never really done either naked, of course."
"Me either. Naked, I mean. I've done triathlons. I'm Daniel by the way, it's nice to meet you..."
"Hailey." The two shook hands. "Are you going to the reception, Daniel? I was just heading that direction when I bumped into you. Quite literally. Sorry, again."
"I am. Looks like you decided to wear clothes. I haven't decided what I'm doing yet."
"I was going to check it out, then decide. I didn't want to be the only one naked," Hailey said.
"Same. I brought a family member for support. They said I was a wuss if I wore clothes. They threatened to go naked if I was too chicken to. It was really awkward if I'm honest."
Hailey chuckled at the thought of a brother or sister saying such a thing to needle their sibling. "Well, we'll all be naked tomorrow, anyhow. Tell you what, I'll ditch my clothes if you will. Then you can avoid them making good on their threat."
The two shook on it and agreed to meet back up at the reception.
Hailey walked past the tent on the way to her car. She saw a lot of people wearing clothes but also some flashes of skin. She and Daniel wouldn't be the only ones naked.
She stripped next to her car and made her way back to the large tent. She had always been self-conscious about her ass. It was large and somewhat out of proportion with her petite frame. But it was hard as a rock and blended into well defined, muscular thighs. It was the price she paid for her competitive lifestyle. Her body may not be every guys cup of tea, but she had come to learn some men appreciated a well-developed ass.
She strode past people mingling outside the tent, all of them fully clothed. She made eye contact with anyone who looked her way. She held her head high and strode with purpose. Claire would be proud. She walked into the tent like she fucking owned it.
With the athletes, their guests, staff, and volunteers Hailey estimated over 100 people were there. Only a handful milled about naked.
The bar was serving smoothies, and she stood in line for one. People were looking at her. Who cares? Let them look. It's just a preview of tomorrow anyway. When she had her smoothie in hand, she heard her name and turned.
"I see you're a woman of your word." Daniel said.
Daniel was all lean muscle. Not the body of a weight lifter but still muscular and athletically built. He didn't have a hair on his body, painstakingly shaved or waxed Hailey assumed. Her eyes drifted. She hadn't meant to look but glanced anyhow. If Daniel noticed he gave no sign. Nice package, she thought.
She suspected Daniel had taken a glance or two of his own. Instead of being embarrassed, she smiled at the thought. Hopefully he was an ass man.
"And you are a man of yours. See, no one had to follow through with their threat." Hailey replied.
"Well, I should warn you, it's embarrassing, but they did anyhow."
"Good for them and you should feel happy about having such a supportive family."
A woman in her 50s, naked except for a shiny gold necklace and dangling pendant was suddenly at Daniel's side. She spoke a mile a minute.
"Danny, there you are. I lost you. A crowd this size I thought it would take me forever to find you again. All they have are damn foo foo drinks. Not all of us are athletes here you know. I asked that cute server if he could sneak some whiskey in mine, but no go.
The woman stopped to take a breath. "Oh, who's your friend?"
"Mom this his Hailey. Hailey this is my mom, Evelyn."
"Call me Evie, Sweetie. You're here to race, too? That's great. I'm so proud of Danny, you know. He's been working hard. Do you know he took second in an Olympic length triathlon earlier this summer? He wasn't even going to tell me about doing this one. Silly boy. He said he didn't know if he should do it. Why? I asked him. When he said it was a triathlon without clothes, I said, how exciting! You better do it, I told him. I will be right there cheering your naked ass on, I said.
Evie finally took another breath. My, you're a pretty thing. Hailey, was it?
