Synopsis: In Part 1 of “The Nudity of Lana”, 18-year-old Lana Cooper went for a hike through the Minniwaska Nature Preserve, only to discover a secluded trail reserved for clothing-optional hikers. Gathered a small swimming hole was a local nudist club called the Albany Women’s Naturist Society. One member, a woman in her thirties named Barbara, introduced Lana around until she was finally comfortable enough to remove her own clothing and join in the fun. Now Lana has decided to go for a walk in the woods, naked, and be alone with her thoughts.
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Lana Cooper had turned her back on everything she’d known and embraced nudism with open arms. Now the innocent, 18-year-old girl was naked in the woods, walking and thinking, feeling the cool grass between her toes. It seemed strange to her that, only a few hours ago, she had never given nudism a second thought. Now she knew her life and nudism were inextricably linked.
She thought back to the nudist area she’d found at the Minnewaska Nature Preserve, where she’d met the Albany Women’s Naturist Society. She thought of how free she’d been ,hanging out with all those naked women, sisters in nudism. Although she was only a kid, they had embraced her as one of their own. Lana had embraced them as well. Her life had changed, not because she had changed, but because something had awoken in her and it could never be put back - not that she wanted it to be.
Suddenly, Lana heard voices. She instinctively ducked behind a tree, worried it might be clothed hikers or a park ranger. She was not embarrassed at the idea of being caught naked but she didn’t relish the idea of explaining this to her parents if they had to pick her up from a police station.
As she watched, she saw two figures emerge from the trees. Their pink, fleshy color let Lana know that she was safe. It was two other nudists. Her first inclination was to call out, but something stopped her at the last second. She lingered back, watching and listening.
The nudists were Maggie and Sandy, from the group. Maggie was an older woman, in her fifties, with short salt-and-pepper hair. She was a sweet woman and beautiful, in spite of her years. The second person, Sandy, was a chubby, college student from New York City who possessed a voluptuous sensuality which was only amplified by the confidence with which she moved. Sandy was proud of her body and loved to show it off.
The two women moved into a clearing, twenty feet or so from Lana’s hiding place. It was at that moment that she noticed the two women were holding hands. It was odd, she thought, but she didn’t dwell on it. The two women, oblivious to Lana’s presence, released one another’s hand as Maggie pulled a folded blanket out from under her arm. They unfolded it together and spread it on the ground like a picnic spread.
“ I love this spot,” said Maggie. “It’s so beautiful, so quiet. The privacy is nice too.”
“Privacy is over-rated,” said Sandy, smirking. Maggie laughed.
“I guess I’m not the exhibitionist you are,” said Maggie, shrugging.
They talked as they finished spreading out the blanket. Once it was all down, Maggie stood up. Sandy crawled on her hands and knees to the center of the blanket, her wide butt pointed right at Lana. Once she had reached the center, Sandy rolled over on to her back, supporting herself with her elbows. Her legs were crooked up with her feet against the blanket, pressed together.
“This would be a nice spot for a picnic,” Maggie observed.
“Yeah,” Sandy agreed.
“Too bad we don’t have anything food,” said Maggie.
“Oh,” said Sandy, grinning devilishly, “I have something you can eat.”
Maggie turned towards Sandy, who slowly spread her legs, revealing a furry, pink vagina. Lana’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Then it got even worse. Maggie knelt down on the blanket at Sandy’s feet and began to kiss the insides of the college girl’s thighs, slowly working her way down. Sandy lay back, closing her eyes as Maggie tormented her.
Lana suddenly felt very exposed and very guilty. She knew she shouldn’t be watching this. She took a step back, hoping she could slip away. The sound of a twig snapping broke the forest silence. Sandy and Maggie’s heads both jerked in her direction. She was caught.
“Lana, is that you, dear?” asked Maggie.
“I’m really sorry,” Lana stammered. “I was just walking and I saw you. I didn’t mean to spy. I’ll leave you alone now.”
“Wait,” said Sandy. “Come here.”
“Sandy . . .” whispered Maggie to her lover.
“It’s OK,” the girl replied. “Lana, come here please. We want to talk to you for a minute. Don’t be shy.”
Lana stepped out from behind her tree, nervously covering her breasts with her arms. Looking at the two women before her, how perfectly at ease with their nudity they were, she felt silly. Lana’s arms fell at her sides and she over to her friends. She stood beside the blanket until Sandy reached out for her hand. Lana sat down next to Sandy, who sat up and closed her legs.
“We’re not mad at you,” said Sandy, “so don’t worry about that.”
“OK,” said Lana.
“I guess you saw enough to know the truth about Maggie and I,” said Sandy.
“You’re lesbians?” Lana asked nervously. The word felt alien in her mouth, but mostly she was concerned about embarrassing them. Maggie already looked pretty embarrassed.
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” said Sandy.
“I know,” Lana replied.
“Love between two women is a beautiful thing,” Maggie said. Lana didn’t respond.
“I was in high school when I first realized I was a lesbian,” Sandy told her. “I had a teacher named Mrs. Olson. She was my History teacher. She was in her forties and very sexy. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. One day, she asked me to see her after class so I waited until everyone had cleared out of the room. Mrs. Olson shut the door and locked it, then asked me to sit down. She pulled up a chair across from me
“She told me she’d called me in to talk about my grades. They were slipping even though I was a smart girl. She wanted to know if I was having trouble at home or something. I finally confessed. I told her that I was attracted to her and I was scared because I thought I might be gay. She listened patiently. By the time I was finished, I was in tears. She moved her chair closer to mine and rubbed my shoulder.
“She told me it was OK. She wasn’t angry. She was mostly concerned that she was a distraction to me. I didn’t know what to say. Then she told me to take my clothes off.”
Lana’s eyes widened. Sandy laughed.
“That’s what I thought,” she continued. “Well, my every fantasy was happening, so I didn’t argue. Mrs. Olson told me she would help me live out my fantasy so I wouldn’t have to be distracted anymore. So I did it. I stood up and pulled my jeans down to my ankles. Mrs. Olson watched me and I felt really exposed, but I liked it. I pulled of my pants and sneakers. I pulled my sweatshirt and my t-shirt off so I was only wearing a bra, panties, and socks.
“Mrs. Olson just watched. She wanted me to undress myself. I guess that turned her on. I took off my bra and she stared at my tits which were really big for a girl my age. Finally, I sucked up all my courage, and pulled off my panties. Once I was naked, Mrs. Olson had me turn around in a circle so she could see my ass. Then she ordered me to get on my knees in front of her. She pulled her dress up to her waist and told me to pull down her pantihose, then her panties.
“Then we did it. I ate her out in the chair. I had no idea what I was doing but she didn’t seem to mind. Then she told me to lay down on my back and she ate me out. She even licked my asshole.”
“Weren’t you afraid of getting caught?” Lana asked, transfixed by the story.
“That’s what made it exciting,” said Sandy. “Once it was was over, I got dressed and we left. That day, I became a lesbian and a nudist at the same time.”
“Cool,” said Lana, for lack of anything better to say.
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“Are you into girls?” Sandy asked her. The girl shook her head dumbly.
“I’ve never done anything like that,” she said.
