Here's a tale that I've been working on for way too long of a time, so I finally cut it short and submitted it. There's no sex in this part, but plenty of show n tell. Part two will definitely get steamy: it's already written (in my head, not on paper). So bear with me...
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By the time Mike arrived at the entrance to the park, the sun was already warming up the cool morning. It felt like it was going to be another hot day.
Before heading out, Mike checked his backpack one more time. He had taken the trip so many times that it almost felt automatic, but he wanted to make sure that he had everything he needed for the day.
Mike was going to what he thought of as his private lake. It was by no means his; it was totally on somebody else's property. And it wasn't really even private, although more often than not Mike was the only person there. He had spent many summer days over the years at the lake, just relaxing, reading, sleeping, and, if he was alone, skinny dipping.
The park was a little-used entrance to a state park. It ran alongside a creek that entered the river. Once at the river the path turned left and followed the river upstream about 3 miles to the main part of the park. Most people parked in that main area and were most likely not even aware that this part of the park existed. But locals knew about it and teenagers would often party alongside the water. After a kid almost drowned in the creek, the park service posted 'No Swimming' and 'Stay on the Path' signs. Of course, it took a couple of arrests, which consisted of escorting the teen to the park headquarters and having a parent come to pick them up, before the rules were followed. Rangers on horseback still patrol the park, looking for anybody that might be inclined to ignore the posted rules.
Mike was guilty of that. Before the creek got to the river, he looked around, making sure that there was no ranger in sight, and then quickly crossed over to the other side, following a path of stones to avoid getting wet. Once across the creek, he ducked into the thick woods, no longer needing to worry about the rangers.
The path through the woods was easy to follow, once you knew what to look for. After a short hike, Mike came to a chain link fence. This marked the end of the park property and the beginning of private land. Enough hikers knew of this path that the fence had a big hole cut out of it; it was easy to crouch through to get to the other side.
The land that Mike was now on belonged to a private school. This was the type of school that highly paid double income executives and high-level government employees sent their kids to. Children of senators, congressmen, and cabinet members attended the day school. In previous administrations, the President and Vice President had enrolled their sons and daughters.
The school had a lot of property. The buildings stood up to the top of the hill, and probably had a great view of the river below. It was so far back, however, that the lake that was Mike's destination could not be seen from above. And, as far as he knew, the school never used the lake. The only time he had ever been aware that he was on their property was when one day he could hear kids playing up the hill. At the time he assumed it was a special event, as he had never heard from them again.
After crossing through the fence, Mike continued on the path, and after another short walk, he was at the lake. Actually, he was in front of a big rock formation. If you didn't know the area you might not have guessed that there was a lake there, as it was cut out right in the middle of the rocks.
He didn't immediately climb up the rocks, but instead followed a route around the formation. He knew that coming in this way would lead him up to 'his rock', a large flat outcropping that had shade from the woods towards the back, sun towards the front, safe water to jump into and fairly easy access back out of the water.
As he approached, Mike heard voices and splashing. "Great," he thought, "so much for peace and quiet." But, as he got closer, he realized that those were female voices. Curious about this, he cut through the woods until he had a view of the lake. And sure enough, there were two girls in the water, not really making a lot of noise, but with the relative silence around them and knowing how easily sound travels over water, any noise seemed amplified. Still, he couldn't make out what they were talking about. From his distance, he also couldn't make out much about their appearance but did see a couple of things. First, one was a blonde, blonde enough that he could tell even though she had wet hair. The other had darker hair, probably auburn. And, more importantly, when they raised themselves out of the water, he saw that they were topless. Mike hoped they were skinny dipping. He couldn't tell for sure so he took his time in admiring their breasts. One of the two, the blonde with the long hair, was full breasted and the other, with her red hair cut short, was much less endowed.
He watched as they climbed out of the lake and could finally tell that they were not totally naked. They both had their panties on; the shorter girl, with short hair, was wearing what looked like boy shorts, and the taller girl, with the long hair, was wearing very skimpy panties. Mike continued watching until he saw where they were sitting, and then crept back out of the woods to the path. He knew that his rock was lower and to the far left of where the girls were, and he would probably be able to settle in there without being noticed, especially if the girls remained sitting. If they stood up and looked around they would most likely be able to see him.
When Mike got to his rock he saw that he was correct; that he could not see the girls. He thought about it for a bit and then decided that, regardless of their presence, he was going to continue on with what he normally did. He unpacked his two bottles of water and two cans of beer and took them down to the water's edge. Over his past visits, he had fashioned a 'holding area' under a rock overhang so the beverages would stay cool. Then he unpacked his towel, stripped off his shirt and shorts, and laid down to sunbathe.
After a while the sun got the better of him; he needed to cool off in the lake. He couldn't tell if the other visitors were still there. If so, they were being quiet. He knew that he wouldn't be able to swim without getting noticed but he decided to hell with it and lept into the water.
He swam out to the middle of the lake. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see that the girls were still there. As he turned back and began to swim toward the shore, one of the girls shouted out.
"Hey!"
He wanted to act unaware, so he stopped and looked around, shading his eyes from the sun.
She yelled out again "Up here!"
He turned and waved. It was the shorter girl. She had put on a t-shirt.
"Sorry! I thought I was alone."
She shouted back "No problems. We're just enjoying the view."
Mike, ignoring her possible double entendre, responded "We?"
In response to his question, the other girl stood up and waved. "Hi!"
He replied "Oh, hi! You guys picked a beautiful day to be out here." And, not wanting to appear over anxious, he said "Enjoy it!" and turned back to shore.
Mike knew their eyes were most likely on him as he got out of the water. They could have seen that he was naked as he swam, but soon enough they were going to get the full picture. He kept his back to them as much as possible for now. The lake was fed by some underground stream so the water was always cool. Because of the water temperature, he was pretty sure that he had some 'shrinkage'. And since there is never a chance to re-make the first impression, he decided that he didn't want to give them a clear view. When he got up to his rock, he turned his head back toward the girls. The smaller girl was still standing and was indeed watching him. He waved once more. She waved back and dropped out of view. He lay down on his towel, face down for now.
As the sun warmed him up, Mike thought about his current situation. He had been naked in public many times before, here at the lake of course, as well as a couple of times at a nearby clothing optional beach. In both places, he observed that the generally accepted practice was to not blatantly stare at the other sun worshippers. Sure, a subtle, occasional glance here and there was to be expected, but now, here at the lake, these girls were far from being subtle. In a strange way, Mike felt like he could almost understand what it felt like to be a girl, getting constantly checked out by guys. He had never been in this type of situation; he almost felt a bit demeaned by being looked at as if he was just a piece of meat.
But, on the other hand, Mike felt a bit of a sexual rush that he had shown his body to complete strangers and that they apparently enjoyed looking. At least the smaller girl enjoyed; he wasn't so sure about the other girl.
