Bastille Day Annie

BASTILLE DAY ANNIE

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This is my submission for the Nude Day contest 2020. Be forewarned: if you are looking for a lot of sexual activity, please look elsewhere.

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Annie could not believe she was walking, except for some swim shoes, butt-naked through the woods. She was astounded to have gotten herself into such a predicament, but her astonishment only increased when she rounded a corner to see an equally naked man approach her along the same trail.

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The women of Omega Omega sorority (who always laughed that their Greek symbol looked like two boobs sticking up) were known for being one of the most civic minded and helpful of all the sororities on campus. Sure, they enjoyed partying like everyone else, but once studying was done, they frequently spent their free time volunteering at local charities and helping raise funds for worthy causes. Some of their fund-raising projects were similar to walk-a-thons. They would get businesses and the wealthy to promise a payment for every mile walked, quarter mile swam or five miles biked. The members rarely did all three events together, but they would frequently combine two legs to make their fund-raising events more varied and enjoyable.

One of their most fun events was in mid-July. During the summer quarter the class loads were generally lighter and the few women remaining at the sorority house spent more time together and tended to bond closer than during the usual school year. Last summer they decided to celebrate Bastille Day, the day commemorating the French revolution, by having a combined swim/walk-a-thon. They figured it would be hot enough to swim in Frog Lake on the first leg and then finish with a hike through the woods for the second leg.

Most of the women were adequate swimmers and they all felt they could manage one half a mile in the water before going for a five-mile hike to the finish line. They all agreed this would not be a race and each would work at her own speed. Their route on the water would be around the edge of the lake in shallow water, but the swimmers would all have to swim in pairs for safety.

They planned to leave a car at the starting point across the lake, one car at the end of the swim and one car at the end of the hike. Once they were all finished they could drive back and pick up the remaining two cars. The car in the middle would have clothes for the swimmers to change into before their hikes started.

The six women spent several days going to various merchants to obtain pledges. Since they called it the French Freedom swim/walk-a-thon they concentrated on businesses which had some association with France. A couple of wineries and a cheese shop agreed early on to sponsor the event and eventually several other businesses joined in. If all six managed to finish the event, they figured they would earn about $2850 which they promised to donate to a public-school language lab to help buy the latest in audio equipment.

On the big day they ran the cars to the correct spots, leaving the car in the middle with one door unlocked. When the swimmers finished, they planned to go to the car and quickly get out of their swimsuits and pull on their hiking clothes. Since the hike was on a flat, smooth path, they agreed they would hike in their water shoes and not switch to regular hiking shoes.

The strongest woman Brittany kept the key to the last car on a necklace and with big whoops and yells, they all plunged into the brisk waters of Frog Lake. At first there was a lot of splashing and laughing and then the actual swim began. Fairly quickly there developed three pairs of swimmers. Brittany and her partner led off and swam comfortably away from the other four. The middle group was not quite so fast but the two women did slowly pull away from the last two.

Annie and Madison were the slowest. At no time were either in any trouble; they basically weren't as skilled or as fast in the water. Madison tended to pull away from Annie and would purposefully slow down now and then. Annie encouraged her at one point to swim ahead but Madison wouldn't, insisting that the two-swimmer rule needed to be followed. Slowly the two made their way around the lake and by the time they were within a two hundred yards of the stopping point, the other four women were long gone.

It was at this point when Annie hollered to Madison to go ahead and finish her swim and Annie would be right behind her. Madison agreed and slowly pulled ahead and hit the beach a couple of minutes before Annie. While Annie was still in the water Madison ran to the car, quickly slipped off her bikini and pulled on her hiking clothes. Right as Annie was coming up the small beach, Madison called out saying she would wander ahead and let Annie get dressed.

Annie was exhausted after her swim. She realized although she loved to be in the water, she was not a good long-distance swimmer. She leaned over the car and spent several minutes catching her breath. Once she felt a bit better, she looked around and saw no one in the immediate vicinity, though there was a family off in the distance behind the car. She thought about changing in front of them and decided to open the one car door and use it as a visual barrier. She opened the door and pulled off her swimsuit and started to reach for her clothes. Just then, a tiny gust of wind sent some leaves skittering along the ground. Since she was naked and nervous at the time, she jumped at the sound, turned around quickly and accidentally closed the door.

There was a solid clunk as the door shut and when Annie went to open it to get her clothes, it would not budge. The door lock appeared to be in the down, locked position. Panic struck. She looked quickly at the four doors and they all appeared to be locked. Even though the family was visible in the distance, she ran around the car and tested all the doors. No luck.

Annie was stark naked and five miles from her friends. Her heart raced and she began to shake. 'What do I do now?' she thought. Quickly she ran over to the trailhead and right inside the trees she yelled out for Madison. There was no response as Madison had already walked too far along the trail.

Annie was beside herself. Here she was nude, all alone and there was no one to help her. She thought about hiding in the brush and waiting for the others to come for the car. However, she remembered the plan was for them to come back only when all six had arrived at the finish. It might take them hours before they decided to come looking for her. She also knew there were a few hard cider drinks in the cooler and Brittany and the rest might just spend some time relaxing and not even think about Annie.

The cold realization hit her: She would have to hike out naked, as there was no alternative. 'What's the worst that could happen?' she asked herself. The trail apparently was rarely used and she could almost guarantee she would not be seen until she got to the finish. With a new sense of calm, she stood up and took her first steps onto the wooded path.

With every little rustle of the leaves or whenever she heard her own footsteps crack a twig, she would jump and look around herself. She never saw anyone so she continued to walk slowly along the path.

As time went on she became more comfortable with her situation. She found herself relaxing and even enjoying the sensation of no clothes. In the slight coolness of the forest, her nipples would bead up off and on. A slight breeze ruffled her modest bush and once, when the breeze came from the rear, she felt a slight tingling along her ass and pussy.

"This actually isn't that bad," she said out loud to herself. "I surely hope I don't meet anyone."

It was as if thinking about it caused it to happen. One second she was alone and then suddenly, she came around a bend and nearly ran into an equally naked man.

"Oh my God," she screamed. "Who are you? No, what are you doing here naked?" she asked as she reached to try and cover herself with her hands.

"Excuse me, I didn't see you," he said as he looked down at his feet. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I got locked out of my car when I was changing out of my bathing suit. It was a mile or so back there."

"Are you with the gals who were on this trail back there?"

"I guess so, there should have been five of them," she said.

"Yup, I met them all. They were pretty surprised, I have to admit, to see me naked, but I just kept on walking."

"So, what's your excuse to be naked, anyway?"

"Well, I thought you might know, but it is National Nude Day."

"You're kidding! We are on this swim and hike to raise money. We chose today because it is Bastille Day. Then I got locked out of our car when I went to change."

"Wow, what a coincidence. I'd rather celebrate National Nude Day than Bastille Day. I try to do this every year, though usually not in this area."

"Uh, this is a weird situation. Could we just get over the embarrassment of this all and basically look at each other?"

"Sure, I'd be glad to," he laughed. "Here, you look first, then I'll look at you. You'll need to drop your hands, though.

"OK, here goes." With that, she let her hands drop from her pelvis and breasts and stood facing him. She took along look at him. He appeared to be about her age, maybe slightly older. He was fairly lean, but muscular at the same time. He had nice, wide shoulders, a cute face and, to her surprise, a very nice-looking cock. It wasn't too big, but she knew the cool air of the forest could be causing some shrinkage. "OK, I've looked, now you get to," she giggled nervously.

When he looked at her, he was struck by her girl-next-door good looks. She was of medium build and medium height but sported a nice pair of tits with dollar-sized areolae and tiny little BB nipples. Her belly was flat and she had a nice feminine shape to her hips. Her legs were to die for. "Thank you. Wow, you're beautiful. I mean it."

"Oh, come on now. I'm not beautiful and I know it."

"Look, maybe you're not Sports Illustrated swimsuit beautiful, but you are All-American girl beautiful." As if to prove the point his cock started to fill and rise up. "See, the little me agrees."

"Sure. You probably get an erection when you see any nude girl."

"No, I don't. I've been doing the Nude Day thing for several years and I've been to nudist resorts and just seeing a nude woman does not get me hard. It has to be someone I enjoy looking at, and you, I enjoy looking at very much."

"Well, I kinda like looking at you, but you'll never know it from there," she laughed.

"No, I guess not.

So, by my calculations," he went on, "you have another three or four miles to hike to the trailhead. That's going to take you about an hour and a half or so. Are you OK doing it?"

"I have to admit I'm nervous. You know, naked girl, alone, woods, no pepper spray. You could say I've been pretty scared."

"So, I could go with you. I had planned to go to the lake and back, but I'd be happy to cut my hike short to escort you to safety. Name's Ryan, by the way."

"Uh, Hi, Ryan, nice to meet you," she giggled. "It almost sounds like we just met at a party or at school, doesn't it? And I'm Annie."

"Annie, nice name Annie, I like it. Could I have the pleasure of escorting you to your carriage and keep any nefarious evil doers at bay?" he asked as he bowed like a medieval gentleman might.

"Why, kind Sir, I would be glad to accept your offer of assistance," she responded as she curtsied back at him. Since he was making a small joke about the situation, she felt much better, safer even, than she had up to that point. "And how can I repay your kindness?"

"The pleasure of kissing your hand at the end of our ambulation will be payment enough, m' Lady."

"Sir, I don't let just anybody touch my royal skin. How do I know you don't have evil intentions?" she laughed.

"Ah, come on, Annie, I'm perfectly safe," said Ryan, dropping the fake aristocratic manner. "Let's get you back to your friends."

With that, they set out. The trail was wide enough to walk side-by-side. Their hands bumped together a few times before Annie grabbed his and they continued down the trail together. She told him it felt so much safer having his hand to hold on to.

After a bit, she asked him how he got into nudism.

"My family is fairly liberal when it comes to social issues. We have a hot tub and I don't think we ever wore bathing suits in it unless we had company. It was never a big deal. And when I was in late high school my parents invited me with them to a nudist camp, but they're called naturist resorts now. It only took an hour or so until I realized that being nude feels so much more, oh, I don't know, so much freer."

"Now you hike down the trails by yourself?"

"The authorities generally turn their heads on National Nude Day, so I take advantage of it. Sure is cheaper than a resort fee. Now that you've been bare for a while, what do you think of it?"

"I'm a lot more comfortable with you here than I was before. And, I guess, I kinda like how it feels."

"Aha! I knew you could be converted. Being bare for an hour or so is usually all it takes to convince anyone."

Annie didn't answer immediately but took a few glances at him through the corner of her eye. His erection had diminished but she could still see he sported a nice cock. His butt was tight and firm and his arms and legs were moderately muscled, but he had no body builder physique. 'Pretty nice bod,' she thought to herself.

As they walked, Ryan also took a few sideways glances at Annie. Her breasts were nicely shaped, moderate in size and quite firm. They swayed slightly with her stride. She also had a nice ass with a generous curve to it. The longer he looked at her the more he realized he was getting hard again, so he turned and focused on the trail ahead of them.

"Uh, I thought you said this was not a sexual thing, your nudism. How come you keep getting erect?"

"Annie, it's not the nudism or seeing you nude. It's you. If we'd met in a store I would have still gotten hard, at least a little bit, just looking at you. You are some kinda special."

"Do you really think so?" she asked as she stopped walking and pulled him to a stop next to her. "That is probably the nicest thing anyone has said to me in months."

"It happens to be true." He took a tiny step towards her. She did not back away, so he bent at the waist more until his face was only a few inches from hers.

"And from this close, you're not just 'some kinda special,' you're really special." He bent down until his lips were less than an inch from hers. She trembled a little and slowly closed her eyes as she stretched towards him to accept his kiss.

The kiss was gentle and sweet, not hard or probing. He nibbled her lower lip for a few seconds and then he let his tongue slide gently across her lips. She responded by letting her lips sag open and they began to gently tease each other with the tips of their tongues. Annie felt her nipples harden even further as she felt his cock rising up across her lower belly.

"Mmm, tastes nice," she whispered as she gently broke the kiss. "Seems you liked it also."

"Mmm hmm. I most certainly did."

"I can't remember ever kissing someone within thirty minutes of meeting them. Please understand, I don't consider myself a slut."

"I never thought you were. And I'm not the kind of guy who pushes a girl at all, this felt like the right thing to do."

"Oh, it was. Can we try it once more just to make sure we have it right?"

"M' Lady, your wish is my command," he teased using his fake accent.

The next kiss was equally tender to begin with and then seemed to deepen with more passion. Their lips pushed into each other's and the tongues probed gently and teasingly into their mouths. Ryan's hard on was full and rigid and started to spread bits of moisture across her lower belly.

"You're getting me wet," she giggled.

"I'm sorry, but I have no control over that. I'd offer you a tissue, but it seems I left it with my clothes."

"By the way, where are your clothes?"

"Back at the car. I bet my car is right next to yours."

"If you keep kissing me like that, the three miles may take a long time to walk."

"OK, we need to pace ourselves. I want to kiss you again, but we do have to get back. How about we kiss after every three hundred paces?"

"Nope, won't work for me," she responded. "One hundred paces and that's as high as I'll go."

"Annie, we'll never get there at that rate."

"What's the hurry? It is still the middle of the day, warm, we've got hours. I'm thinking I like this."

"Oh, I like it too. How about two hundred paces?"

"Nope, one hundred."

"One fifty?"

"Nope, one hundred."

"How about one twenty-five?"

"Oh, OK, one twenty-five. But not a step further. And we'll use my strides, which are obviously shorter than yours. Get walking.

"One, two, three, four, one hundred and twenty-five!" She grabbed him, pulled herself laughing up against him and stretched up for a kiss. Ryan knew he was beat and bent down to resume their kisses. He wrapped his arms around her and felt her breasts rub against his lower chest. His hands roamed across her back and upper butt. Annie's right hand slid up and down along his side and slipped between them. He felt her rubbing the head and smearing pre-cum across the head and down on the sensitive spot just below.

In no time he found himself getting very aroused and knew if did not stop he would lose it. "Annie, Annie, you need to stop."

"Why, don't you like it?"

"That's the problem, I do like it, just too much."

"OK, I'll stop but give me a second to clean up the mess." She bent down and took his cock in her mouth and started to lick all around the last few inches.

"That's not helping. Please..."

She pulled off with a pop. "Not helping what? Hmm?"

Ryan pushed himself a bit away from her, his swollen cock swinging in front. "Look, it felt really nice, but we hardly know each other. I could be some psycho nutcase..."

"But you're not, I can tell. Psycho nutcases don't walk nude through the woods on National Nude Day and you've been very nice, willing to cut your hike short and escort me back to the car. Besides, I enjoyed tasting you."

"So, what do we do now?" he asked.

"How about I finish cleaning you off. It can't be comfortable walking like that. Once it's gone down, then we walk back to the car. I'll get my friends to loan me some clothes and we'll be done. And you will have the wildest memory of today you could ever fantasize about."

As she bent down to take him in her mouth again, he murmured, "What if I don't want this to be just a memory?"

"Then you'll have to call me and ask me for a date," she responded as she enveloped his cock with her lips. Her mouth bobbed up and down while her tongue licked the sensitive area just below his head.

In no time at all, he started to breathe deeply before he groaned, "Annie, I'm about to..."

"Go ahead, I'll swallow," she said with her lips still around his cock. She went deeper on him until he could stand it no more and, with powerful thrusts which he could barely control, he climaxed in her mouth. She seemed to handle his load with no trouble, taking in a few swallows before releasing him.

"You have a pretty nice dick, you know?"

"And you have a lovely mouth. Holy shit! That felt phenomenal."

"Glad you liked it. Hurry up, we have to walk another one hundred and twenty-five paces before we repeat this whole process."

"I don't think I can recover in such a short time."

"At least you can kiss me again, how 'bout that?"

She scampered down the trail for a few hundred yards with him walking quickly behind her. His cock was still semi-erect and it was too uncomfortable for him to run. Once he caught up with her he grabbed her and bent down for a kiss. He could taste himself as he probed her mouth, something which didn't bother him at all. Indeed, it seemed raw and earthy. As he broke away, she said, "Most guys don't want to taste themselves. Nice it doesn't seem to bother you."