The Path Pt 03

After Bertie had licked my fingers she looked at me, smiling with that cheeky smile that she had which made me know that she was cooking up some plan that would involve the two of us.

"OK Pete, what do we do now?"

"What do you mean, we can go back to the village or stay here, I'm happy to go with your suggestion Bertie."

She giggled and winked at me.

"OK, I want you to walk out of the woods and along the tree line to the path. No stopping, no clothes and no excuses. OK?"

"Ok."

I blurted out my reply not really keen on the idea as I knew that the road ran almost parallel across from where we were but I was up for the challenge. I then picked up my stuff and walked out of the trees and into the open before stopping on the path. The air was still and other than the ever present sound of seagulls in the distance I didn't hear anything. Looking back I saw Bertie looking at me, she was smiling and gesturing for me to carry on. I thought to myself that I was either going to be able to get to the point where the road and path met with no issue or someone was going to see me. Despite my inner fears I started to walk. The late afternoon sun bathed me in a warmth that I liked and my balls and cock were happily swinging as I headed along the path. I wasn't really sure what Bertie's plan was. Had she even got a plan? I wasn't sure. Anyway, I kept walking until I was halfway along the path. So far, so good.

I looked around and just coming out of the wood was Bertie, she was carrying her stuff and heading after me. I could see her boobs bouncing as she walked and she looked as if she didn't have a care in the world.

Turning round I continued on, still none the wiser as to Berties plan, or lack of one! Suddenly I heard the sound of a car coming from the car park which was behind us, not directly but to our left as we were walking. I looked to my right and realised that I couldn't suddenly dart into the tree line as it had become an area of thick bramble and unless I wanted my cock and balls pulled at by thorns my only option was to either carry on or turn and face the bramble so that anyone who saw me would only see my nude rear. I turned and then looked to my right to see what Bertie was doing. Nope, she hadn't stopped but was still walking towards me. Fuck I thought, what is she doing. I tried to indicate to her to turn and look at the tree line but she either didn't understand or was deliberately ignoring me. I began to think it was the latter!

I could hear the car as it got closer and it then passed. Nothing, no shouting, no tooting of its horn nothing. Maybe, just maybe the cars occupant or occupants hadn't seen us. Unlikley I thought but once it was past I carried on walking.

Bertie had almost caught me up and I could hear her giggling like a school girl.

I turned round to find her staring at me. I found it hard to be angry with her and I reasoned to myself that what was I angry with? Her desire to carry on walking and to ignore the car? Her not seemingly having a plan? I wasn't sure that I had any right to be angry after all she'd done nothing wrong. It felt though as if she was trying to test my boundaries. To see what I would or wouldn't do. I laughed and waited for her and she then decided to mimic slow walking so that it would take longer for her to catch me up. I laughed again and she smiled and giggled.

"Did you think we were going to get caught Pete?"

"Nope, I was just conscious of someone seeing us nude and calling the cops."

She laughed again.

"There are no cops around here Pete, when was the last time you saw one here?"

To be honest I had never seen any Police cars or officers anywhere near the woods or the car park so Bertie had a point.

Once she got to me she she smiled and looked at me.

"Stop worrying, it's not like we were doing anything. We are just two nude people having a walk and how many times have you told me that walking nude is not a crime."

I nodded, she was of course right and I knew she was. We walked the last part back to the gate and the road together. I was mystified as to why she had made us walk on our own but hey, no harm had come to us.

I looked up and saw a car parked by the gate. I couldn't hear it and couldn't see anyone with it but I was now really apprehensive about what we would find when we got there. Bertie had also seen it and she grabbed my left arm as we walked on towards the gate. As I got nearer I could see that there was no one with the car. It was an old style Volvo estate with a sticker in the rear window about giving horse riders plenty of space.

The gate was still locked, though I'd never known it to be open and I checked the coast was clear before climbing over. Bertie followed me and we stood by the car looking like two children waiting for their parents to return.

"Shall we put our clothes back on Bertie or do you have another plan?"

Before I could answer I heard a cough and I looked round. The cough belonged to a middle aged lady who appeared from behind a hedge. she was pulling at her pants and staring at us both.

"Now what do we have here then? Mr and Mrs Nude?"

Her tone was sarcastic bordering on the caustic if I was brutally honest. As she approached us I had a better look at her, her dark brown hair was tied back in a pony tail and she was wearing a very floral dress that was so loose fitting I couldn't begin to describe what her body shape was like. She wore sunglasses so her eyes were hidden from view.

Bertie laughed at her calling us Mr and Mrs Nude. I wasn't sure what to think.

"Been busy in the woods have we?"

The tone was again accusatory and very unfriendly.

Neither of us answered.

"I bet you have, I mean, look your cock, looks like its been busy and your tits look like they've been sucked and played with."

"What, we may or may not have been up to is none of your business and who says we've been up to anything?"

Berties response was strong and seemed to catch Mrs Flowery Dress off guard.

"Hmm, whatever you say. Anyway, Vanessa's the name and you two are?

"Pete and Bertie."

Vanessa smiled now and seemed to be more at ease, though I wasn't sure what had caused her to suddenly change her attitude. Unless she realised that she had no reason to be off with us as we'd done nothing to her.

"Need a lift do we, into the village that is. I'm going back that way and will happily take you if you want."

I wasn't sure, good old Vanessa here had done an almost 360 on us and was now playing the good samaritan rather than the accusatory school teacher. I looked at Bertie who smiled and looked at Vanessa.

"Ok, yes, we'll take you up on your kind offer."

I was taken aback, after all we didn't know Vanessa at all and who was to say she wasn't going to take us to the nearest town and the Police.

"Get in the back then and we'll go."

Without thinking Bertie and I clambered into the back of the Volvo which had two horse blankets covering the rear seat. The car smelt like a stables and there bits of hay everywhere.

"Glad you sat in the back, I don't want you two making a mess of my car."

Vanessa then laughed and she asked us where we wanted to go. I gave her the address of the cottage I was renting and she nodded as if she knew exactly where it was.

She asked us what we'd been doing and I told her we'd just been out for a nude walk as that's what we liked to do. I saw Vanessa's face in the rear view mirror and saw her smile. She asked more questions, how long had we known each other, how often we came to the area and how long we were staying. She had a thousand and one questions and despite how she'd initially been with us we were happy to answer.

It wasn't long before Vanessa pulled up outside of the cottage. I looked round and checked that it was clear as we still had no clothes on. Vanessa caught me doing this and laughed, there's no one about you're safe to get out. Bertie and I got out and thanked Vanessa as we did. Bertie closed the cars door behind us and I fumbled in my bag for the key and quickly opened the door so that we could get inside, not knowing whether any of the neighbours had seen us.

"How strange was that?"

Bertie looked at me.

"I'm not sure Pete, she seemed OK in the end."

"Hmm, OK, if you say so."

I went upstairs and ran the shower and was quickly joined by Bertie. The shower was just big enough for us to both squeeze into so we could wash away the dried on sun tan lotion and dust.

As we were towelling ourselves dry there was a loud and persistent knock on the front door. The first time anyone had knocked on the door while I'd stayed there.

I left Bertie upstairs and went down to see who it was, thinking in my mind that Vanessa could have rung the Police. Gingerly I opened the door a bit and looked and saw Vanessa stood outside.

"Can I come in?"

"Er Ok, you've caught us with no clothes on as we've just been showering."

"Nothing I haven't seen before, remember."

I nervously laughed and knew she was right.

She came in and sat down, without invitation I might add.

"What brings you round here?"

"You two, I figured that if a girl wanted a good time then you two might know how to have one."

I was no completely caught off guard. What did she think we were, a pair of perverts and if that wasn't the case she was extremely trusting as she didn't really know us.

Bertie had heard our voices and came walking down the stairs with a towel wrapped round her.

"You can drop the towel Bertie, I've seen your body earlier."

Bertie continued to walk and came and sat down, still in her towel.

The atmosphere could be cut with a knife as it was clear that Bertie didn't want Vanessa sat here with us and I was of the same opinion.

"Thanks for the lift Vanessa but i'm not sure what you're after."

Vanessa looked at me and took her sunglasses off. Her deep brown eyes stared right into me and I didn't know where to look.

"Have you got any wine?"

"Hmm, a half drunk bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and an unopened Merlot."

"Good, grab some glasses and lets chat."

I went and grabbed both bottles and some glasses from the kitchen and went back into the living room.

"That's better, I'll have some Merlot if you care to open the bottle."

Bertie shot me a glance to say that she wasn't impressed and I shrugged my shoulders. It was clear that Vanessa knew she had ruined any plans Bertie may have.

It was hard to describe Vanessa as she still worth the Laura Ashley-esque flowery dress which seemed to hide her body shape. I opened the wine and poured her a glass, as I handed it to her I saw that her nails had chipped nail varnish on them and she was wearing no make up. She didn't seem to notice me looking and she took the glass. I poured wine for myself and Bertie and I sat down on the only other free chair.

"So, tell me more, how did you two meet, how long have you been coming here, you know, fill me in?"

Bertie shot me a glance that said she just wanted rid of Vanessa but part of me felt that we'd now let her in and she wasn't going to go anytime soon so it was clear that we'd have to entertain her.

"Ok, well, I've been coming to this area for years, I've walked and driven nude many times and on one occasion a few months ago I bumped into Bertie. We hit it off and the rest as they say is history."

"Very short and concise Pete. I guess you're very easy with your affections Bertie?"

The question was caustic and then some. Bertie almost spat her wine out when she heard it.

"I'm not easy with my affections but I must admit that when I first met Pete I hadn't been with a man for almost 5 years. I could see that he was easy on the eye and as we chatted I realised that he was easy going, no threat to me and I liked him. Over time our relationship has progressed and now we have a great relationship. We're not boyfriend and girlfriend we're more like friends with benefits if you know what I mean."

Vanessa giggled and shot me a wry look.

"Friends with benefits, I'm sure you are. So why the nude walking?"

"I've told you about that, I've said that I've done it for years."

"I didn't mean you Pete, I meant Bertie, how did she get wrapped up in your scheme."

"It's not a scheme and we enjoy just being nude outdoors. The feeling of the sun on your skin or the wind when it blows gently is something else. It's not illegal and we love it. Until today, we haven't been seen by anyone."

"Hmm, very interesting."

I wasn't sure what Vanessa wanted so I decided to change tack and switch the conversation.

"So, what about you Vanessa, what's your story?"

Bertie almost laughed but didn't.

Vanessa looked at me and took a sip of her wine.

"I'm 45, live locally, my husband works in the nearby town on a fishing boat and we have no children. I spend most of my time with my horses and see very little of him. I have a small circle of friends but we don't see each other that often and before you ask, because I know you will, I haven't had sex in a long time. In fact, until I saw you nude today I hadn't really seen another nude male for many years. My husband doesn't count, I'm used to seeing him nude, on the odd occasion that we're at home together but he usually comes in from work, has a shower and we eat together then he goes to bed. He gets up early to go to work so as I said, i rarely see him. He's a good man but he's not bothered that we have no physical relationship."

Vanessa then took a long sip of her drink as if she was relieved that we now knew something more about her.

I was still confused as to why she'd decided to come round and I wasn't sure what she was after. It was all strange. Very strange.

I filled mine and Berties glasses up and gave Vanessa a top up. We all continued to exchange small talk as if all the big topics had been dealt with. Vanessa kept fidgeting and eventually stood up while both I and Bertie stayed sat in our towels.

"Ok, enough of the small talk."

Bertie and I weren't sure what she was going to do now.

Before we knew it she had lifted her dress up and over her head and threw it on the floor. Vanessa then stood in front of us in a pair of big white pants and a plain black bra. I had forgotten that she still had a pair of short ankle boots on. It was as if she now felt that she could be undressed with us, but we didn't even know her.

The image was strange to say the least. But at least we knew, well almost knew, what she looked like under that dress. She clearly worked outside quite a bit as she'd caught the sun and this was evident when compared to the acres of pale white skin that she had. Vanessa then turned round and suddenly closed the living room curtains. Turning round again she proceeded to take her bra off, releasing her pert boobs, they weren't as big as Berties and were probably only a b or c cup with dark nipples and by dark I mean dark. She tossed the bra onto the top of her dress which sat on the floor. Placing her hands at either side of her big white pants she then pulled them down and stepped out, again, tossing them onto her pile of discarded clothes. I could now see that she had a full bush of dark brown pubic hair covering her pussy. Why hadn't she shaved it off, but then I figured if she hadn't had any sex with her husband then why bother. Mind you, the sight of her nude did make my cock twitch.

"Well, what do you think? Think we could be nude friends too?"

Vanessa now stood nude before us, except for her ankle boots.

This was all happening too fast for my liking. We'd been quite happy out and about me and Bertie and now our little relationship had a third wheel, the horse loving, Volvo driving strangeness that was Vanessa. I didn't know what to say and neither from the silence did Bertie.

So, what did we do now, I wasn't sure and Bertie stayed silent. Vanessa sat down, clearly unimpressed that despite getting naked we'd said and done nothing. I for one wasn't sure where this was going or what Vanessa expected from me and Bertie but she clearly wanted us to see her nude and to possibly make the next move.

But what move, if any should we make? I wasn't sure.