NO CLOTHING ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT.
Samantha Spring peered at the sign as if it really said ABANDON ALL HOPE, ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE.
The surroundings, she had to admit, were far more pleasant than Dante's Inferno. A dirt trail, flanked on both sides by tall conifers, stretched out beyond the intimidating sign, leading to a grassy clearing and a ring of cozy looking log cabins, all tucked away in an idyllic mountain valley. Definitely the sort of place she could see spending her summer vacation, a refuge from the stress and demands of a heavy college courseload. If it weren't for the sign, it'd definitely be worth the several-hours of road trip it took to bring them there.
A clear summer breeze rolled through the pines, carrying the promise of a wilderness adventure with it. The breeze ruffled the loose cotton of Samantha's simple shorts and T-shirt, almost like the very weather itself was trying to get her out of her clothes.
"Erin." Samantha turned to face her friend, the young woman who had suggested a summer stay at the wilderness retreat. "Why is that sign there?"
"To tell people to take off their clothes, duh! C'mon!" And with that, Erin lifted up her green sundress and pulled it over her head. Shocked, Samantha could only stare as her friend wriggled out of her clothes without a moment's hesitation. Erin was shorter and curvier than Samantha (Erin was shorter and curvier than a lot of people, to be precise). With her prominent bust, wide hips, and pudged belly, one could easily describe her using terms like "chubby" or even "thicc" depending on one's tastes. Her heavy breasts hung down as Erin bent over to shimmy out of her striped panties, revealing a frizzy cloud of red hair between her thick thighs, matching the unruly mane of hair on her head.
Erin happily, eagerly stripped down, completely uninhibited. She casually tossed her clothes into the back of her Subaru, then turned to face her friend, completely bare save for her brown leather sandals.
"Ta-daa!" said Erin. "See, it's not that hard!"
"You didn't mention that part when you said you knew a place we could go for the summer." An embarrassed, indignant blush rose in Samantha's cheeks. She forced herself to keep her eyes on Erin's smiling face and wide blue eyes.
"You didn't ask!" Erin chirped, cheery.
"That's because, most places, it's implied that you're supposed to be, you know, dressed. Or sometimes it's said outright. No Shirt, no shoes, no service."
"And this place is the opposite of that, which is what makes it so special!" Erin bounced on the balls of her feet, brimming with eager energy. "It's like, when you come here, you get to leave everything behind-- including your pants! It's all about getting back to nature and letting yourself relax. Plus, being naked puts everyone on the same level, y'know? It's not any different than, like, the locker room at the gym."
"I hate the locker room at the gym." Samantha crossed her arms over her chest, closing in on herself. "That's why I only shower in our dorm bathroom. In private."
"Just give it a shot! You'll love it. Trust me."
"The last time you said 'trust me,' a goose chased us out of a taco cabana parking lot. At three AM."
"Yeah, I had a great time too. But don't worry, there's not a Taco Cabana for, like, hundreds of miles, so we're safe!"
Despite herself, Samantha smiled. Erin's logic was shaky, at best, but her enthusiasm was nothing but genuine. Not to mention infectious. "There could be more geese." Samantha looked up at the clear blue sky, relieved for a momentary excuse to look at something besides her friend's tits. Not that Samantha was looking. Honest.
"And that's a risk I'm willing to take!" Erin giggled. "But, seriously. I know it's a lot, which is why I waited this long to tell you. I didn't want you to get all worked up about it during the drive over, so yeah. It's like jumping right into the deep end, y'know?"
Samantha took off her glasses and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "Jumping into the deep end seems like a good way to drown."
"Not if you've got a good lifeguard! Which is me." Erin nodded. "Seriously, I've been spending my summers here for years!"
Samantha slipped her glasses back on. "Was the... sign there then?"
"Oh yeah, it's always been textile free." Erin nodded.
"So you just spend your summers naked."
"Only because it's too cold in the winter!" Erin said. "But look, I have thought about this. We're actually here a little early, before the big summer rush hits. Right now, it's just, like, you and me and the staff. The real rush doesn't start until the weekend. So you've got a couple of days to get used to it. And once you do get used to it, you won't ever wanna get dressed again. That's what happened to me the first time I went."
"Obviously." Samantha said, deadpan.
"But yeah." Erin said. "If you really, really don't feel good about this, I'll put my clothes back on, and we can drive back home and find something else to do for the next couple of weeks. Or, you can try something wild and different, and enjoy a free summer vacation."
"I--" Samantha bit her lower lip, then shook her head. "Fine. I'll... try it. For a little bit. But I reserve the right to leave early."
"Sounds great! Now get naked!" Erin snapped her fingers playfully at her friend.
Samantha stood up a little straighter, and the flush in her cheeks grew hotter. Was it better that someone was telling her what to do, or worse? "Whatever you say." She said, and then tugged off her t-shirt, shaking her head a little to get her long brown ponytail free. She slid her shorts down next, leaving her in a plain but practical bra and a mismatched pair of panties.
"Underwear too!" Erin said as she helpfully took Samantha's shorts and t-shirt. "But don't worry, you can keep accessories like your shoes and glasses."
"Thanks?" Samantha reached back and unhooked her bra, handing it off to Erin. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes before she slipped her panties downward, leaving her completely exposed from the ankles up.
And nothing happened.
She opened her eyes; the sky was still blue, the trees still lush and green, and Erin was still there, smiling and cheery and very naked. Just as naked as she was, in fact. Samantha spared a look at her reflection in the Subaru's window. She didn't think herself that much to look at; she was slim, and still had a bit of teenage lankiness to her. Her bust and hips filled out enough to ensure no one would ever think she was a boy, at least-- a fact made more obvious given her current nude state. Samantha fiddled with her ponytail, draping it over her chest to cover one breast. Unfortunately her hair wasn't long enough to go full Godiva and cover everything up. Another mountain breeze rippled over Samantha's bare skin, and she unconsciously shivered, nipples tightening.
"See? It's perfectly natural! Now here," Erin tossed Samantha's clothes into the back of her Subaru, pulled out a small day-bag, and shut the door, locking it with a robotic chirp. "We'll just keep our clothes in here for safekeeping. Not like we'll need them anytime soon, right?"
"Uh. I guess?" Samantha forced a smile, even as her heart started beating faster. Erin had been right about the deep end-- as now here she was, stark naked in the middle of the Rocky Mountains, with her entire wardrobe locked away, denied to her. Samantha's mind raced with contingencies; if she really needed to, she could try to break one of the Subaru's windows with a rock or something-- or just ask Erin politely if she could have her panties back.
But she knew she wouldn't.
Erin had asked her. Told her to take off her clothes. So she did. Those were the rules, after all.
There was a sign.
"Perfect!" Erin pulled Samantha in for a warm, comforting hug. Erin had hugged Samantha before, of course-- but never before in the nude. Samantha made a small squeak of surprise, but the feeling of so much soft skin pressed against hers was novel-- and quite pleasant. "I'm so glad you're on board with all this. I knew you'd come around!"
"When in Rome, right?" said Samantha.
"That's the spirit! Now c'mon! I'll give you the tour." Erin squeezed her friend tightly, then let go, taking a step back. "Follow me!" She said, and set off down the trail, heading confidently past the sign. Erin's round rump swayed and bounced with each eager stride, and Samantha did her best not to stare.
Samantha felt lighter-- lightheaded. Was it the higher elevation? Altitude sickness? But she followed dutifully, nonetheless, each step taking her deeper into the textile-free world, further away from her clothes, locked up in Erin's car.
Erin happily prattled on, pointing out the camp's amenities. The cabins. The pool. The lounge. The hot tub. The volleyball net. The outdoor grill (where at least one could get away with wearing an apron). The camp was still quiet and abandoned, as if Samantha and Erin were the last two women on earth--
--at least until they met a goddess.
That was the first thing that came to Samantha's mind as they rounded the corner of one of the cabins, and found themselves facing the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. She was nude, of course, revealing all six-feet of her statuesque figure, faint lines of honed muscle easily visible. Her complexion had an olive, Mediterranean tint, made darker and richer by untold hours in the sun. Tan lines, of course, were nowhere to be found.
Where countless video games and comic books had told Samantha amazons favored bows or swords or golden lassos, this one wielded an axe. With smooth, practiced ease, the tall woman set a log on a tree stump, then swung her splitting axe with both hands, neatly cleaving the log in two in a single blow.
"Meg!" Erin called out, waving.
The tall woman left her axe embedded in the tree stump and turned to face the newcomers, smiling brightly. "Erin!"
"Missed you!" Erin immediately threw herself at the taller woman, wrapping her up in an enthusiastic hug. The taller woman just laughed, wrapping her arms around Erin in turn, both hands sliding down to take double handfuls of Erin's round booty.
Erin squealed in delight at the squeeze, then stood up on tiptoe to press her lips to Meg's. The two let their embrace linger for at least a minute, hands eagerly traveling over each other's bared bodies. Erin rolled her hips and moaned softly, as if to prove this was far more than a friendly greeting.