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Yes, I did it again. I had planned to enjoy a rare Friday off by doing a lot of nothing, but my uncle (the one I work for) and his wife were unexpectedly called out of town on Friday. I got a phone call on Friday morning asking if I'd be a good niece and hang around their house to take delivery of a very important package that needed to be signed for. So like a good little niece I agreed.
While it was overcast and rain was predicted it was warm and humid, so I decided to ride my bike over. It's only about a 15 or 20 minute ride, and my town is pretty bike friendly. Plus about a 1/2 mile from my uncle's house there's a psuedo-bike path that goes around a lake that's behind his house. My uncle lives on a long, winding road with only 6 houses on it. His is the next to the last. All have long driveways so the houses are set far back from the road, and his street is a dead end so there's no through traffic.
I turned off the road and hit the bike path, ignoring the signs that stated the path was not a bike path because of dangerously narrow and loose sections and low tree branches. This keeps most people away, but I'd been walking and riding this path for years so I knew what to look out for. And since the path goes right behind my uncle's backyard I could take it right to his house. In fact years ago his kids had built a stone path from the backyard to the path. It's still there but a bit overgrown.
I rode the path into his backyard and left my bike on the back porch. I then kicked off my sneakers, sat down on the sofa in the great room to read and wait for the package. And wait. And wait. I dozed off reading and was awoken by the doorbell. Finally. I signed for the package, thanked the FedEx guy and watched him drive off. As I stood on the front porch I couldn't help but notice how quiet it was. I walked down the driveway to the street and looked around. It was really quiet. Everyone was either at work, away, or not around for one reason or another. I was pretty much alone.
Than I had a wicked thought as the monster nudeinsf.com created raised her naked head. To be quite honest I hadn't really planned anything; it just came to me since I couldn't let such an opportunity go by. As I strolled up the driveway I pulled my tank top over my head and undid my shorts. as I walked they slid down my legs and I stepped out of them. I finished walking back to the house in just my bra and panties. I tossed my clothes on the front porch and relished standing outside in my underwear. As I stood there I reached behind and undid my bra, slipping it off and tossing it on the porch. I started rubbing myself through my panties, thinking about where I wanted to go. When I decided I went back inside, kicking my discarded clothes into the front hallway. As I walked through the house I removed my panties and headed out the back door.
I decided to head back to the path around the lake. I hurried across the backyard -- tingling with excitement -- and over the stone path. Once on the path I could barely see my uncle's house through the trees. I walked along, farther from the security of the house and my clothes. Farther and farther I walked, getting more aroused with every step. Much to my delight it started to rain, and the rain felt great on my naked body. In no time I was soaking wet. Of course I was very wet already. As I touched myself I wondered if my cousin had ever taken advantage of her neighborhood. Pity if she didn't. Of course her brothers might have, but I tried not to think too much of them walking around outside naked. Sorry guys, but while I like you there's something very erotic and attractive about a girl naked outside, and not a guy. The ENF beats the ENM (if it exists) every day. Thinking about my cousin doing what I was doing was really turning me on. She's hot and would make the perfect ENF.
I couldn't resist a dip in the lake, so I waded in. As I splashed about, I imagined myself going skinnydipping. Coming out of the lake I go to the spot I left my clothes, only to find them gone. "Oh no," I'd think to myself, "how will I ever get home without a single stitch of clothing on. I'm in the middle of nowhere bare-assed naked." Hey, there's a good idea for a story for the talented writers on nudeinsf.com. A sweet, beautiful young thing decides to go skinnydipping. She strips off all of her clothes, and while she's swimming her clothes are stolen and she has to somehow get home totally nude. Of course her predicament turns her on and solo sexual relief (in public no less) is in order. That idea got me so hot and bothered I slid my hand between my legs and started playing with myself. There I was leaning against a tree totally naked, masturbating in the rain with one hand while I caressed my breasts with the other. I couldn't stop moaning as I had a great orgasm. If nothing else, walking around outside naked sure gives me great orgasms.
Once I caught my breath I continued on. The lake is fed by several streams, and I came upon the first. From my previous experience hiking around here (fully clothed) I knew this stream ran perpendicular and very close to the end of my uncle's street. I followed it upstream, carefully walking on the rocks. While they can be slippery, they're also big and flat. A little care easily keeps one out of trouble. Once I got to my uncle's street I climbed up a slight embankment and straddled the wooden guardrail that sits at the end of the street. Not to worry, the wood is smooth as glass, so there's no danger of splinters. I was getting horny again and needed further relief.
I raised my butt up slightly and slipped my hand between my legs. I slid a couple fingers into my soaked pussy and started pumping my ass to the rhythm of my fingers while licking my nipples. What was really turning me on was the thought of someone driving down the street and coming upon a totally nude girl fucking herself. I licked my lips as I imagined the car coming to a stop, the occupant enthralled at what they were seeing. Maybe the driver was a woman, turned on by my naughty display. Maybe she'd get out of her car, oblivious to the rain, and strip right there, dropping her clothes on the wet ground. Once she was nude she'd join me on the guardrail, substituting my fingers for hers. I'd return the favor, and we'd cum together. Just then I came, and I came good. In fact I almost slipped off I was shaking so much. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around the log that formed the rail.
I watched my imaginary lover toss her soaked clothes into her car and drive off totally naked. Eventually I was collected enough to head back to my uncle's house. I felt great as I strolled down the street. This was quite the rush. I had to pass by the driveway of one of his neighbors, which was kind of a thrill. Imagine if someone saw me. But the house was far from the road, so I doubt it. Once I got back to the house, I cleaned up, dried off and waited for the rain to stop. When it did I got dressed (always the worst part) and rode home.
Boy do I hope my uncle needs me to sign for another package.
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