The following story is my submission for Nude Day Contest 2019. It a bit different from my last few stories as my main character is female. I apologize to any ladies out there now if I butchered the point of view. Also, this piece has less plot than my usual tales. It gets into the action faster than I have in the past. Hope you all like it, I am thinking of returning to these characters for the Summer Contest if people enjoy it.
Before anyone comments about my other stories, they are works in progress. I am still working on several of them. This piece was actually adapted from something else I wrote a few years ago but needed significant work. I took out a colossal front loaded plotline that served no purpose and sped everything else up.
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For the first time since her father bought her a stupid Jeep, Angie was glad to have it. She had pulled it to a stop on a dirt road then set it to four-wheel drive for the almost off-roading the unlabeled road was going to be. According to the comparison of her dash mounted GPS and the directions her roommate Paula had given her, this was the hidden road Angie needed to take. Looking around her she noted this was bumfuck nowhere in Freeport Maine, not a soul in sight.
Angie had been born and raised just outside Miami, Florida, very different work then she found herself now. It had been her Dad's influence that persuaded her to go to college back in his home state of Maine. She had a grandmother here, but most of the family was scattered all over the country. Nan was a great lady, but she definitely frowned a bit on Angie's way of dressing. The old lady was old school, to say the least, and Angie's goal in most of her outfits was to keep boys gawking at her. If you got it, flaunt it, as her mother was keen on saying. Nan did not approve and was not afraid to say so.
For the last three years, Angie had gone home to Florida for the summer when classes ended. This year things had been different than summers before. Her Dad had remarried his girlfriend Melody after Christmas, which meant spending her home time with that annoying bitch. The worst part was Melody was only five years older than her, Angie was pretty sure she had been her babysitter at least once. Melody insisted that Angie called her mom despite the almost no age gap between them. Because of that, she decided to stay in Maine for the summer and get an apartment with her best friend, Paula. The previous night the two girls had a few too many drinks and got silly. Paula shared a secret with Angie that was going to change Angie's summer.
"So what do you miss most about Florida? Are you homesick at all?" Paula asked as she sipped her third margarita. The tall, dark-haired brunette was Angie's polar opposite. Paula wore her hair short pixie style while Angie kept hers shoulder length. Angie was also almost a platinum blonde compared to her friends dark brown. They were also different in height too. Angie was barely five feet while Paula was easily six feet or more. They made a strange looking pair when they went out to bars or clubbing.
"Nah, I am not really homesick, but I do miss the beaches back home," Angie replied, pouring her next margarita into her glass. She had lost count if this was three or four, it didn't help Paula made them twice as strong as Angie would have too.
"What's wrong with Maine beaches?" Paula asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Beaches are fine, but the water is freaking cold and you New Englanders are too uptight," Angie told her.
"Uptight?" Paula said slightly offended to the accusation. "What the fuck?"
"Well none of the beaches in this state allow nudity," Angie said, lifting up her nightshirt and flashing Paula, her view of her slight farmers tan. "Back home half the beaches allow nudity. How Is a girl supposed to lose her tan lines?"
Paula laughed so hard she almost lost her drink down the front of her v-neck t-shirt, "That's what tanning beds are for, Angie."
"I am never getting in one of those cancer coffins."
"Well, If I tell you a secret, do you promise not to share?" Paula asked with her face as serious as a heart attack.
"Pinky swear," Angie exclaimed, sticking out her little finger.
"Good enough," Paula accepted, cracking a tiny smile. "One of my Dad's clients is the Warner family. They have all but left the state over the generations but still, have property here. The state has been trying to take the land back they own, but Dad fights it in court for them every few years. My brother and I used to mow grass at the old farmhouse for years. We don't anymore, the house is basically condemned at this point. It is a short stroll to a private beach that goes with the house. Zach and I have had the run of the beach for years. Where do think I managed this," Paula lifting her black tank top to show Angie she was tanned all over.
"Oh, please tell me where!" Angie pleaded with Paula, stomping her feet like a giddy child.
"Hold on, I will write you directions. It is on a dirt road into nowhere," Paula said, grabbing a piece of paper from a notebook sitting on the living room table. "You just can't take anyone with you. My Dad would kill me, and then you."
Despite a slight hangover Angie couldn't wait to get up the next morning. She put on her favorite pink bikini, a pair of cut off shorts over that and a white sarong. It was modest compared to what she expected to wear most of her day if Angie was honest with herself. The whole idea gave her chills, being naked in the sun was how life should be.
The dirt road went on for two or three miles and had several fork points along the way. Paula's directions noted precisely which ones Angie needed to take. Angie had been just about ready to give up when she found the old, dilapidated farmhouse. The roof had wholly caved in making it completely unlivable. Condemned notices were posted on the door and several windows of the long-neglected building.
Parking Jeep out of sight behind the house, Angie pulled out a small cooler with wheels and her beach bag. The short gravel path near where she parked leading through some trees then out into the beach. It was a good size considering where it was located and had not been used regularly. Angie would have called it more of a small cove than the beach, to be honest. Two rock jetties about four hundred feet apart blocked in the Sandy area. A nearby short outcropping also blocked the beach from the view of any passing boats out on the water. Angie couldn't believe how secluded all this was, it was perfect for suntanning nude. She might miss the passing gawkers of her nakedness back home, she kinda got off on that, but for now, she was happy. At least now her tan would be even this summer.
Angie laid out her towel and set up her gear. She used sunscreen to cover her bare skin as she shed her clothing one by one. The gentle breeze skimmed over Angie as she stretched out on the oversized beach blanket. Getting her back later would be tricky, but she would figure it out when the time came.
Cell phone signal sucked here, she had anticipated that however and downloaded a bunch of music to her phone just in case. With earbuds in, Angie laid back closing her eyes. It felt so lovely with the sun on her naked body as well as a slight hangover that it didn't take more than a few minutes for her to drift off.
The sun had moved from the horizon to directly overhead when Angie opened her eyes again. At least an hour or two had passed while she snoozed. Her hands gently padded the various areas of her petite body, making sure her skin had not started to burn. Thankfully she had not yet but also figured it might be time to turn over anyway. As soon as the earbuds came out, Angie knew something was off. She heard voices off toward one end of the beach. Two men were standing on one of the rock jetties closest to her casting fishing lines out into the still water. Angie could tell now that they knew she was awake and the two men were trying their best not to ogle her.
This gave Angie an idea, she was not shy in the least and figured that it might be fun to provide them with a bit of a tease. Using a compact from her bag, she put on some bold, bright red lipstick. Intentionally, she stood and stretched, placing both her arms up over her head and let out a huge yawn. Both men had their tongues laying on the floor behind them.
Angie was aware that she was hot, that idea came to her as soon as all the boys around her hit puberty. All those eyes on her had to be for something. While tiny in frame, she knew her perky C-cups and tight little ass made men drool. Some guys even loved it when the girl was as small in stature as Angie. Before her mother left for France with her own boy toy after the divorce, she gave Angie one piece of advice." Darling, you only go this way once, have your fun break some hearts but don't be a bitch. Make an impression that men will never forget."
Thinking of her mother's words, Angie crossed her arms under those perky little boobs, lifting them just slightly higher. As she strode towards the two men as naked as the day she was born, it was evident that they were intimidated by her lack of clothing. This was something else she had learned over the years. Being naked often let women turn their male pray to butter when it was unexpected or if the girl was extremely confident.
