I have a nice piece of land in a rural area of Appalachia. It's not in the main Blue Ridge range itself, but rather in a small chain of mountains about thirty miles long, that veers off to one side. I'm on the far end, so my hills and ridge have an amazing view of the entire chain, as well as the river valley below. The really cool part about the view is that my property abuts an 8,000 acre state park, which take up a good chunk of that view, so there are no houses, buildings, cell towers or anything else to spoil the view in any way.
I built a small cabin up there in 1995; nothing fancy, but it has an old 1890's Franklin stove and keeps me out of the elements. I used to be able to drive in with four wheel drive, but the ford washed out and the Jeep crapped out, so now I have to park and walk in almost half a mile. That's reduced my visits considerably. I have a few adjoining properties to mine, although mine is the smallest at fifty acres, and combined with the state park, it's pretty remote. I do have one set of neighbors who built a house about the time I built my cabin, but they're a couple of Bohemians with a mail-order greenhouse business that don't care for my shooting up there. The last time I saw either one of them was in 1995, when their dog bit me in the face. I never even got so much as an apology from them, so I haven't had any contact since.
I don't get up there much anymore, since I can't just drive in. Carrying tools or supplies that far is a challenge, and I'm not as young as I used to be, either. I hadn't been up there in about two years, when I decided to go up for a few days and spend some time. One of the things I like about its remoteness is the privacy I have, and the first thing I do is take my clothes off when I get to the cabin. Then I spend the entire time nude, without any clothes or cares. I like to go for walks, and I especially like to masturbate in the outdoors. It's just really fun. The last thing I do before I leave is to put my clothes back on, and it's always a downer. I go from feeling free, to smothered.
This particular time, I arrived about nine in the morning, shucked my clothes, and headed for an oxbow in the creek with a small sandy meadow alongside. I love to take my sneakers off and run through the sand, and go splashing in the creek. I always end up jerking off, and it feels wonderful. Then, I have a nice hike back up to the cabin, free from clothes. It's always so tempting to want to put them back on after I cum, for fear of someone seeing me, and this way, I'm committed to staying nude. It makes the experience that much more fun.
I was following a deer path down the side of the ridge toward the creek, when I heard the sound of something walking on two legs several hundred feet away. I have tons of turkeys up there, and one will sound like a person wandering around, but this was louder and much more deliberate. It had to be another person, so I ducked behind a large rhododendron bush and peeked through it. The footsteps grew louder, and a figure appeared out of the woods at the edge of the creek.
My vision isn't as sharp as it used to be, but the person had long blonde hair, so I assumed it was a female. She also appeared to not be wearing any clothes, which puzzled me, unless it was another naturist who had wandered onto my land by mistake. My question was answered, as I heard a frustrated cry of "Oh no! I don't know this place either!"
It was obvious this person was a female, but I had no idea her age from this distance. I watched closely, as she found her way onto the old dirt road that led around the area I call the Beaver Meadow. She stopped alongside a large chunk of white crystal rock and sat on it. Like myself, she wasn't wearing any clothes except for sneakers, so I felt comfortable approaching her nude.
"Hey there," I said softly, so as to not startle her, "are you lost?"
She gave a start anyway, and sucked her breath in, looking up at me in surprise. Now that I was close enough to get a good look at her, she looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. She was rather attractive as well, but rather small in stature.
"Who are you?" she inquired in a pleasant Southern drawl.
She didn't appear to be frightened; just as curious about me as I certainly was about her.
"I'm Jack." I replied with a smile. "This is my property. Are you lost?"
She nodded and glanced around.
"I went for a walk and got all turned around. I'm sorry, I didn't know I was on your land."
"Didn't you see all those purple blazes on the trees up there, when you crossed the old barbed wired fence?" I asked.
"Yes. I don't know what they mean. I thought it was a path, so I followed them down here."
"Ah," I responded, "that explains it. In this state, it means no trespassing. Its just as legal as a sign."
"Am I in trouble?" she asked; a tinge of trepidation in her voice.
I shook my head.
"No." I replied. "It was an honest mistake. I have it posted because I like my privacy. As you can see, I don't like wearing clothes either."
She seemed relieved, and smiled back at me.
"Where do you live?" I inquired.
"On Old Tobacco Farm Road." she replied. "Down at the end. There's a gate, and we live back in there."
"That's Mike and Betty's place." I said.
Mike and Betty, the owners of the mangy mutt that had bitten me! I knew where she lived, alright!
"My mother bought it from them last November." the young lady explained. "They had some legal troubles and needed money, so they put the place up for sale. Mom bought it along with the company they had selling plants online. Since I was home schooled, I decided to stay around and help her out instead of going to college when I graduated last year.
"Because of my size, I was into gymnastics when I was younger, but I rather like the idea of staying here clothes free and just enjoying my life. I had a scholarship, but what's the sense in wasting it if I'm not going to use a diploma anyway?"
"Well that's cool!" I responded. "I never liked those two anyway! So, I have a couple of questions for you, if I may. First, what is your name, and second, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"I'm Emma," she answered, "and it's a nice day out, so I decided to go for a nice walk around our property. I told Mom I wouldn't be gone that long, but I didn't expect to get lost though."
"She knows you're walking around without any clothes on?!" I asked incredulously. "She doesn't mind?"
"Not at all." Emma replied. "She's not wearing any, either. It's one of the reasons she bought the place. We both kind of hate wearing clothes. So, how come you're not wearing any either?"
"Because it's my property." I said with a smile. "Like I told you before, I don't like wearing clothes either. That's why my land is posted. I don't mind if other naturists visit though, as long as they aren't wearing anything. I just don't want people wandering in here while I'm enjoying the moment, if you know what I mean. That's why I'm down here. I was going to walk out into the creek."
"Oh yeah, I get horny too, when I walk around nude." Emma responded. "So does my mother. You know Jack, you should meet her. I think you'd like her."
"Well, since you're lost and I'll have to take you home, I suppose I will." I said with a laugh. "She doesn't have a boyfriend, I take it?"
Emma shook her head.
"No. We're too far out of the way for most guys now. She's met a few before, but they always got nervous around me for some reason. They think it's cool at first, being with a naturist mother and daughter, but then they always find some excuse not to come around anymore. It makes me sad. I feel like it's my fault or something. Now, like I said, we're too far out now. No one would drive this far unless they expected sex or something."
"I drive two hours to get here from my house." I countered. "If they were genuine, it wouldn't be a problem for them."
"You mean you don't live here?" Emma inquired, a tinge of disappointment to her face. "I really wanted you to meet Mom. I think you two would hit it off. You're both close to the same age and all."
