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.
