Nature Calls 1

After writing up my first story, I thought on my other experiences exposing myself in places where I shouldn't, picking out the ones worth telling. It's possible I confused my timeline somewhat, or at least missed an outing. My first story remains my first time being naked in a public place, with real danger of being caught. However, I can't quite recall when this entry comes in. I know it was within a year of the dares I've written about, but whether the year before or following --or even just a matter of weeks beforehand-- escapes me for the time being.

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It was a warm day, not very hot, but neither too cool, in late spring. Just finally warm enough to go swimming. My family, which included my parents and younger sister Jen, had gone to visit my great-uncle. He lived at the edge of a national forest and owned a good chunk of land himself. For quite a while through my childhood, we'd go up there every week, or close to it, and visit. I loved going out into the wilderness up there, it was always among my favorite things to do. Hiking, camping, riding our quads around the trails, wading in the creek, exploring the forest... nothing could ever beat it.

On this particular day, we had just finished riding around the trails, and my parents dropped Jen and I off at the creek before going the rest of the way back to visit with my great-uncle. The creek was close by the road; just past a one-acre large clearing, then down a hill a short distance. You could see the creek from the top of the trail leading down to it, and the house was only just across the road from the clearing. If somebody stepped outside the door and yelled, we could hear from the creek; provided we didn't range too far up or downstream. And the water was never deep enough to worry about, so leaving us there was never an issue to be worried about, even with my slightly overprotective parents.

We'd brought our swimsuits, aqua-shoes, and a towel each with us while we were riding around, and grabbed them before our parents sped off up the trail. But Jen decided the water was too cold to swim in, much to my disappointment. I wanted to range upstream and explore new places along the streambed, or at least reach some of the stretches I didn't get to frequently visit. Wading was required to get out there, thus the swimsuits; otherwise would've meant going far out around the sides through thick underbrush and no small amount of thorns. But she didn't like to be left alone out in the woods, so I had stick close.

So we wandered the stretches of the creek that we knew well. Very shallow water, enough rocks to make finding a dry path easy. Before long, she got tired of it and decided she wanted to go back. So I escorted her back to the path where we'd left our things, she gathered up her stuff, and headed up to the house. It was a short enough walk that she could make it without complaining. As she left, I asked her to let mom and dad know I would be going upstream, and she disappeared from view.

It was maybe three or four o'clock in the afternoon by this point. I still had several hours yet until it would be dark, and nearly as long --maybe longer-- until my parents would be ready to go home. Plenty of time for a long walk without having to hurry back.

I grabbed my swimsuit and headed up the path a little ways, the opposite direction than Jen had gone. Fifty to seventy feet along, there was a small trail that forked away from the main path, going into the trees to the ruined remnant of some old and unkempt wooden structure that may once have been a shed or a little shack. It had fallen into disrepair long before my earliest memories. I liked it, thought it was interesting, but it didn't serve much of any real purpose by time I was old enough to visit it by myself. Before that, my parents never let me. But there was one thing it was good for now; it provided some cover from anybody coming from the head of the path (near the road). Going the other direction was a different matter, but there was only one path onto the land, and nobody else's car was parked at the head, which meant there would be nobody out there to worry about seeing me undress.

So I used the dilapidated structure to change. At this age, I was pretty shy. Unlike my sister, I was a late bloomer, and wasn't yet confident enough to wear a bikini, so I wore a one-piece suit. I hadn't done much growing since the past summer, not vertically anyway, so I thought I'd have not trouble fitting into last year's bathing suit. However, the past year I got some size to my breasts, my hips had widened some, and my butt filled in; finally giving me the look of a young woman, rather than the beanpole I had been for so long. I forgot to factor those changes in before grabbing my old swimsuit. I hadn't even tried it on before we left. Just figured, 'no new height, no difference.' Boy was I wrong.

I gave a quick look around to make sure nobody was in sight, then dropped my shorts and pushed down my panties. This was one of the first times (possibly THE first, I still can't quite recall) that I'd stripped outdoors, and as I said, I was pretty shy back then. I wasn't at all comfortable being bare-bottomed out in the woods, although the soft breeze that broke through the trees felt nice on my naked butt... I hurriedly stepped out of my lowered clothing and shoes to pull my bathing suit up around my hips. Thus far, nothing felt out of the ordinary, as the suit was concerned. A bit snug, it slipped up between my buttcheeks more than I was used to, but nobody was around to see. I put on my water-shoes, took another quick look around, and pulled off my shirt. I hadn't worn my bra this day. Needing it was still pretty new to me, and I usually didn't bother with it when I was only going to be around family. My breasts were left bared only long enough to pull the shirt over my head and drop it with the rest of my clothes before I tried to pull my suit up the rest of the way.

Here is were I encountered a bit of an issue. The suit I had wasn't made with boobs in mind. Not even the smallish ones that I have. I'm pretty sure it had come from the children's department --not that I was that young at this time, I've just always been very small-- so I'd be surprised if it was designed to accommodate post-pubescent hips either. It squeezed my breasts up and into my chest, and pulled the shoulder-straps as well as the very bottom quite taut. Previously, it'd had a modest neckline, but now I had cleavage. I could easily see my tits through the thin, green cloth. If I stood up perfectly straight, it gave me a massive wedgie, and no amount of adjusting seemed to fix it. As soon as I stopped pulling at it, the fabric sucked itself right back up my butt.

Even with nobody nearby, I was embarrassed to be wearing this thing. I considered changing out of it, but I didn't have much in the way of options. I'd only brought one set of clothes, and I wasn't allowed to wear them up the creek. If I slipped and soaked them, I wouldn't be allowed to wear them in the house or the car, and would get in trouble. I really wasn't comfortable with the idea of wearing Jen's bikini. It left a lot more skin bared than I wanted to show off yet (I know, funny right?). And I certainly wasn't going to go out naked! If somebody came looking for me, I was not prepared for the eyeful they would get. In addition to that, some parts of the creek flowed just past peoples' backyards. Naked was not an option.

So I settled with wearing my too-small swimsuit. It was uncomfortable, but hiking along the creek required a lot of bending, both to keep my balance and to duck under low-hanging tree branches, so I didn't think it would be too bad. I gathered up my clothes and took them back to where the trail met the stream, setting them off to the side where they wouldn't get lost. I gathered up my hair --I wore it long at this time, somewhere around shoulder-length-- and tied it up into a messy bun (I was never very good at tying it nicely) so it wouldn't get too wet, and began my journey.

The streambed started off easy enough. Shallow water and many loose rocks made finding a path around the first bend easy, then there was a small pool that sometimes reached knee-deep. That was the first swimming hole, the only one for a short while, so I knelt down and pushed through it, propelling myself across the top as if it was deep enough to actually swim in. I glided through the water, wetting myself from my chin down, the other side became too shallow to continue. Then I rolled over to soak myself the rest of the way, to get myself used to the temperature of the water. I waded along, floating on the surface and used my arms to pull myself around, until the chill became comfortable before continuing on.

As I began to really pay attention to my footing, I made an unsettling discovery, one that would have horrified me, had I not been alone. The poor fit of my suit, the way it stretched at my groin... it wasn't only in the back that the fabric had wedged up into me. I could easily make out my slot.

I hooked my thumbs under the cloth and tried pulling the suit down, but that only put more strain at the top. As soon as I let go, SHOOP! It slipped right back up to show me the fold of my own labia. As if that wasn't enough, tugging on my swimwear lowered my neckline, and one of my boobs was uncomfortably close to slipping out. I readjusted by breasts while keeping an eye out to the north bank; the side close to other people. When I was done, I tentatively tried readjusting at the bottom, again making no progress other than to make the wedgie a little worse. I reached behind me and trailed my fingers along the edges of the fabric over my rear, trying to figure out exactly how much was showing. I was better off not knowing. It sucked in higher than the cut I was used to, showing off quite a bit more than was meant. Probably looked like one of those half-thongs; I don't know what they're really called, the ones that look like normal panties at the top but show off the bottom of your ass like a thong would. So at least the whole bottom half of my butt was hanging out --a little more, if you consider the angle of the cut-- with just a little bit of fabric running bunched-up down the middle to barely conceal my intimate bits.

Even with nobody around... nobody I could see, anyway... I had to have been blushing. My face felt so hot, and I was tingling all over. While I was still close to where people could show up, I covered my crotch and continued on, angling my butt toward the wilder bank as well as I could while walking.

The next stretch of creek was unremarkable, relatively straight and rocky, the water ranging from ankle-deep to leaving the surface stones dry. At this point the northern hillside steeply rose, to the point of becoming extremely difficult to climb. This was the last point where the stream followed close by the road, the last point of being just behind peoples' yards. It was also the furthest any of my family liked to go. It turned away just after an old rusting wreck of a car, and forced me to navigate my way through a tangled mess of trees that'd fallen over the stream before bending again, back almost parallel to the road, but now it began to angle away into the forest. The land rose up on either side and became rocky, the stream now winding its way through a ravine. The sides were very steep, sheer is some places, and the rock loose, flaky, and wet with running water from the top, making the walls dangerous to climb, at best.

It was from this point on that I liked most. I rarely had the chance to head out this far, so no matter how many times I actually went out that way, it always seemed new and exciting. I hurried along to the fallen trees, now covering my butt with my hands to make sure I wouldn't be seen. A very real threat here, as there was a house just at the top of the steep slope where the creek bent away. The closest any came to my path, as far as I know. But once I got through the trees, I was home free.

The short run to the second bend made me very aware of my breasts, the light fabric of my swimsuit doing nothing to keep them from bouncing every which way, something I still wasn't quite used to. The cloth rubbed on them, making my tits far more visible than they already had been as they stood up. It almost looked like somebody had pinched the suit over my breasts and pulled on it, rather than something my body was doing itself. The run made my wedgie worse, rubbing almost painfully. Yet, on some level, it also felt kinda' good...

I decided to try something different with my suit. I climbed up out of the stream, to a tree that overhung the bank just before the ravine walls rose up. Moving around behind it, I pulled the straps of my suit down off my shoulders, accidentally letting my boobs pop free. I hand't thought I'd given enough slack for that to happen, but I wasn't worried overmuch about being seen, so while still a bit nervous, I ignored them as best I could. Pulled down my suit a little more, giving myself some extra room to work with since I apparently didn't have to worry about keeping my boobs in anymore... And I pulled one leg up through the leg-hole and slid it as best I could into the other one. Didn't work too well. Too tight. I ended up having to lower the whole bathing suit down to my knees to fit, then switched my other leg to the free hole, before pulling up again.

That's right, I tried wearing it backwards. NOT a good idea!

It did not fit AT ALL over my crotch. The butt-room in the suit's back didn't pull tight, like I'd hoped, just left the cloth loose over my abdomen. Yet it still managed to yank itself up between my lips. And while the front DID pull tight against my ass, it was far too tight. Forget wedgie, I felt like I was wearing a thong... nevermind that I had never worn one of those yet. It was like somebody was actively yanking my suit up, trying to hide it in my ass and cunt. I felt for the edges around my posterior and found that my entire buttcheeks were exposed.

And while the neckline had originally been modest, it went significantly lower in the back. Of course, I had known that, and had been fairly interested in the prospect of how sexy it could look, walking around with such a low "neckline". But much like the bottom portion of my suit, it didn't fit as I'd hoped. It turned out to be a lot skimpier than I'd expected. It now plunged well past my boobs, close to my belly-button. The straps were too far to the sides to be at all practical. While the suit wasn't as tight against my chest anymore, now my breasts were pushed in toward one another, with very little to conceal them, and not in the right places. It gave me some amazing cleavage, but I was hard-pressed to keep my nipples covered. It seemed like every little movement, a twist of the waist here, a bounce of my breasts there, caused enough of a shift to let one of my tits pop out, despite how hard they were. I would've thought they'd snag the edge of the suit, but no.

In spite of the new waves of discomfort it caused, I stubbornly tried to make it work. I climbed back down the bank and continued along, my ass feeling so exposed, and constantly fixing my top as my breasts --just as stubborn as the rest of me-- continually freed themselves with every step I took. My crotch got a draft from all the extra room the poor fit provided, making me wonder if I was as exposed down there as I felt everywhere else.

It was nerve-wracking. I knew the odds of somebody coming along to see me were close to zero, never had I ever seen anybody out here that hadn't come with me, but my mind screamed at me that the possibility was still there. All it would take is somebody up top deciding to go for a little walk, and within minutes they could be standing above me, looking down at this indecently dressed --if you could even call it dressed-- girl, baring her charms out in plain view. If I had been blushing before, my face must've looked like it was filled in with a red marker by this point. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears. I could barely keep my gaze from the ridge above me.

I didn't get very far before I had to fix my swimsuit again. I put it back on the right way. But this time, I didn't pull the straps up over my shoulders. It put significantly less tension between my legs and my bottom, it was such a relief. It still clung up into my crevices, but nothing like before. But I was still hard pressed to keep my breasts covered. Every few steps the suit would pull down at the top, just enough for my tits to poke out over the top.

Next there was a stretch where the loose stones became few and far between. The creekbed turned into a single flat, very smooth surface. That coupled with the running water made it quite slippery, and there was algae and water plants that made it even more difficult to keep your footing. I'd previously soaked a few sets of clothing making that discovery. There were still loose rocks enough at the sides of the ravine to make a dry path through the first half of the slick stone.

But where was the fun in that? I picked my way through the water, forcing me to abandon my attempts to keep my top pulled up to concentrate on my footing. Which was still difficult, as that kept well within my gaze my uncovered breasts... Pale white skin only rarely exposed, for one of the first times feeling the cool, soft breeze tickle over them undiminished by clothing, my perky pink nipples hard and poking straight out, demanding attention. I allowed my top to descend as it would, and would briefly, with the lightest of caresses, brush my fingertips over my breasts when it became unbearable that they not be touched.

Despite the little voice in the back of my mind, nagging at me about the threat of being seen, I was becoming quite aroused. Being out here like this felt so... naughty. Taboo.

Distracted as I was, I slipped and fell a few times on the slippery ground, but it was okay. I didn't hurt myself. It just re-wet me as I was beginning to dry from my swim in that little pool earlier, soaking my legs and ass, and making it impossible to tell that my pussy had already begun moistening my suit.

After one of my falls, I peeled the top of my suit down a few inches, pulling it clear of my breasts. Already beginning to breathe heavily, my previous discomfort in wearing such a skimpy swimsuit completely forgotten, I leaned over, putting my hands down in the water to support myself and raising my rear end up onto my knees to attain the right position, I dipped the tips of my nipples into the water. That was a nice sensation, feeling the current play over them. I leaned down a little more, lowering the rest of my bosom into the cool, shallow water, feeling it rush over them, my tits pressing against the cold stone beneath. I was very aware of my ass, soaking wet and lifted up into the air, as I felt the breeze funneled down the ravine, further chilling the water dripping from bare skin and sodden cloth both.

I was flat out getting horny now. I angled my hips backward and shifted my knees back, leaning further forward so to raise my ass even higher. As high as I could get it from this position. I shifted my weight onto one of my arms, dropping an elbow into the water and centering it under me to support me. With my other arm I reached back and up, slid my fingers over the my exposed asscheek, then slipped my fingertips under the edge of the suit, all the way through and out the other side. Then I twisted my wrist to curl my fingers around the fabric and squeezed, ensuring that only a thin line of wadded cloth was the only thing obscuring my taint. Then I gave a swift upward yank. Even expected, I let out a little squeal at the sudden pressure applied from my vulva all the way up my rump.

It felt so good! I was no stranger to masturbating, but something about the setting made the sensation so much sharper, more poignant. Far better than the privacy of my own bed at night. I released my handful of bathing suit and couldn't help but slip my fingers back under the fabric, lower, run my fingertips over my heaving pussy. I was so wet! I didn't need to work myself up, just rubbed the length of my lips once or twice, I don't know if it was out of habit or just to feel it, skipped over my clit entirely and slid my fingers inside me.