Budgie
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A few weeks had passed since the confrontation with my brother, and true to my word, I hadn't snuck out at night for a trek in the nude. It was frustrating at first...for the first few nights after the incident, I'd wake up around 2AM, my usual excursion time, and then have a hard time falling back to sleep. Thankfully, that lasted less than a week, and I was once again sleeping through the night. I did miss being outside naked though...and I spent the next few weeks trying to come up with an idea on where, when, and how I'd be able to be that way again...the sooner the better.
Other than discovering outdoor nudity, this summer was turning out to be a real drag. My best friend Darcy not only got herself a part time job, she also got herself a boyfriend (the wench!)...so I only got to see her once, maybe twice a week. And, although I had my driver's license, I didn't have a car of my own. We did have two vehicles in our family...one was my dad's pickup truck, and the other was a twelve year old Chevy that my mom used to do the shopping and run errands. And my brother Mitch used it as well, to get him back and forth to work. I only got to have it once for myself that summer, so not having Darcy and her car was a real bummer for me. I spent a lot of time riding my bike that summer, which wasn't necessarily bad...I liked riding my bike(good for the legs). It had its limitations though...some places were just too far away to pedal to...or at least too far for ME. A couple hours a day was enough for me.
As I mentioned earlier, I was wanting to get back outside sans clothing for a few weeks, and I had already decided that I wanted to be naked in the daylight. I hadn't tried it yet, and was anxious to find out what it would be like. Mentally, I went through dozens of scenarios, hoping one of them would prove do-able...but none did. Then I remembered a place not too far from home that my dad took me to when I was about 10 or 11 years old, a place where he thought we'd be able to pick a lot of wild berries. It turned out to be almost berry free, but it had great potential for what I had in mind. Now...if I could only remember where it was...
My mom, bless her heart, inadvertantly helped me out two days later by asking me to take the car and run some errands for her...Mitch wasn't working and was off with one of his buddies, so the car was at home. I jumped at the chance, and soon I was out on the road.
It took me awhile to find the place I was looking for...it was off the main drag down a side road...then down another road, this one dirt and full of ruts and rocks. After an eighth of a mile or so was my destination, just as I remembered it. It was an old stone quarry...though what stones they quarried and what they were used for I had no idea...all I knew was that it was here, and had been for a long time, evidenced by the weeds, shrubs and young trees that were sprouting up everywhere. Satisfied that I had found what I had been looking for...a place where I could get naked in broad daylight...I headed back home, after doing Mom's errands, of course.
I wasted no time in pursuing my goal...the very next day I was headed back to the stone quarry, this time on my bike. I estimated that it would take me an hour of hard pedalling to get there...give or take 10 minutes...and I was pretty close to accurate. It took me 1 hour and 5 minutes.
As I entered the quarry, I felt the old familiar goosebumps begin to pop up, and I felt myself shivering a bit. Not from being cold, but from excitement. I was SO looking forward to this...
The quarry itself wasn't big, as quarries go...only about a hundred yards long and maybe twenty-five wide, surrounded on 3 sides by woods, but it was pretty isolated. I doubted if anyone ever came back here...the dirt road leading to the place was really overgrown, obviously from disuse. There were mounds of dirt running the entire length of the quarry, some of them 6-8 feet high, others much smaller, and some just barely bumps on the ground. And these mounds ran down the center of the quarry, so that I could park my bike on the other side of the dirt piles and not be seen at all from the entrance to the quarry. And that's what I did.
I climbed off my bike, and took off the backpack I was wearing. I fished inside it for my water bottle, took a long refreshing drink, and recapped the bottle. I stood there for a moment, taking in my surroundings, and let out a lungful of air. This place was perfect! I glanced at my watch again...it was a little past 11 AM. I had pretty much all day to accomplish what i had intended, so there was no real hurry. Looking up at the sky, I noticed that it was nearly cloudless, and the sun was already beating down relentlessly. It was going to be a scorcher, but I didn't care. I was alone...that's all that mattered.
With a satisfied smile, I bent down, untied my tennis shoes, and kicked them off. My socks followed, and I stuffed them inside my shoes. Next, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and draped it over the handlebars of my bike. I unbuttoned my shorts, slowly undoing the zipper, relishing every moment of my private striptease. Zipper undone, I slid the shorts over my hips and down my legs, stepping out of them and placing them on the handlebars as well. Now I was wearing only my underwear, and I straightened up, alert for any unexpected movement or noise. Satisfied that all was well, I reached behind me and undid the hooks of my bra, removing it and setting it on top off my shorts. Finally, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, and pulled them down to the ground. Stepping out of them, I put them with the rest of my clothes...at last, I was naked again! I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, totally enthralled by the feel of the midday sun draping its warmth over my exposed flesh. What a rush! I stood there like that for maybe 20 seconds, absorbing the sun's rays, before I opened my eyes again. I glanced around again to see if anything had changed, found that it hadn't, and took a few steps forward. My objective at this point was the other end of the dirt piles, so I started my journey.
The mound I was now behind was about 6 feet high, so I couldn't really see over it. After about 25 feet or so, it tapered down to about the level of my hips, and I looked over in the direction of the entrance to the quarry where I had been a few minutes ago. I saw nothing, and continued my walk. I had to be careful, as the terrain was not even...there were weeds and stones almost everywhere, so I had to watch where I stepped. I was doing fine so far, and about one-third of the way to my destination I stopped, just to enjoy the moment. I closed my eyes again and soaked it all in. Here I am, in the middle of the day, and I'm outside in the sunshine, stark naked, and I'm loving it! I thought I'd be a little leery about not having the darkness of the night for protection, but surprisingly, I wasn't at all. In fact, I never felt so bold! Perhaps it was because I was in a pretty isolated place, but hey...I really wasn't all that familiar with where I was, so the element of danger was still there. But the fact remained that I felt really comfortable, and I was going to enjoy this day immensely. Once again, I began walking. I took my good old time getting to the other end of the piles of dirt, and I turned around to see where I had come from. My bicycle looked so small in the distance, and I thought, 'Man! My clothes are wa-y-y-y over there!' I chuckled, and began to retrace my steps.
Once again, I walked very slowly, not wanting to rush anything...I even stopped once to pick a yellow wildflower that I had missed the first time. It had virtually no aroma, but it was pretty, so I slid it in my hair and continued walking. Finally, I was back where I started from, and I picked up my backpack and slung it over one shoulder. Turning, I headed back the way I had just come. The backpack felt harsh against my naked skin, and I had to keep changing its position as I walked. Walking a bit more briskly this time, in a minute or so I was where I wanted to be...a giant rock about halfway between both ends of the dirt piles. It wasn't a totally flat rock...it had bumps and ridges covering it...and it wasn't lying flat on the ground, either, but sort of slanted upward from where I was standing, into the mound of dirt behind it...but it was HUGE...probably two times longer and seven tmes wider than lil' ol' me.
I put my backpack down, and unzipped it. Reaching in, I grabbed the large beach towel that I had rolled up and placed inside, removed it, and spread it on the big rock I just described. Next, I pulled out my vinyl lunch bag, sat down on my beach towel, and made myself as comfortable as I possibly could, considering the circumstances. From my lunch bag I produced a ham sandwich and a pear, along with a can of previously frozen Dr Pepper, which by now was fairly thawed. and proceeded to have my own private little picnic. Savoring every moment of my time here, I ate very slowly. chewing each bite far more than necessary. Every once in awhile I'd stop and just listen, the slight possibility of discovery ever present, but all I heard was a bird or two...and even they didn't sound close by. Nope...I was alone...alone and naked in the middle of a stone quarry...and having lunch! What would Darcy say? I chuckled at my thoughts. 'She wouldn't believe me if I DID tell her.' I told myself.'...but still...I should tell her. We usually tell each other EVERYTHING...' And at that moment, I decided that I was going to tell her about my naked adventures, whether she believed me or not. Besides, I was DYING to tell SOMEONE! And I wanted that someone to be Darcy. After all, she was the one largely responsible for my getting naked like this. Yep, I'd tell her...the next time I saw her.
I finally finished my lunch amidst these thoughts, and returned everything to my backpack, including the remains of my pear. I didn't want to spoil the Eden that I had discovered by leaving garbage behind. I tramped back to my bike, leaving the beach towel on the big rock, and dumped my backpack on the ground. I then remembered something I should have done when I first undressed...my suntan lotion!
"Shit!" I said aloud, "I'm probably burnt to a crisp already!" Disgusted with my own stupidity, I dug through the backpack and found the lotion, and unscrewed the top. "Better late than never." I told myself as I began rubbing it over my boobs and down to my stomach. I proceeded down my body to my thighs...inside and outside...down to my calves, front and back, over my hamstrings, and then my ass. I rubbed a generous portion over my neck and shoulders, and as much over my back as I could reach. I dropped the tube of lotion back into the sack, turned, and headed back to my beach towel. I was carrying my watch in my left hand (I had removed it earlier with the rest of my clothes...I wouldn't be completely naked if I was wearing something, even if it was a watch), and I put it beside me as I laid down on my towel. Might as well take advantage, and get an "all-over" tan. I settled in, and once again enjoyed the warm caress of the sun over my nude self.
I lay there for almost two hours, turning myself over several times, trying to avoid overdoing it. I never liked laying out in the sun very much...too boring...but today, being naked like this, I didn't want it to end. I actually dozed off a couple of times, awakening with a start, and looking around quickly to see if something happened while I slept. Nothing ever did, and, as the sun was dropping in the western sky, I sat up on my rock, and stretched. 'One more walk around.' I told myself, and stood up. I headed for the far end of the dirt piles, opposite my bicycle, and, instead of turning around and retracing my steps as I had done earlier, I made my way around the end of the mound, and started back on the other side, completely exposed to the road leading into the quarry. I wasn't scared though...by now I was certain I was safe no matter where I walked. As I slowly made my way back to my belongings, I began to wonder what I looked like walking around naked. I tried to picture seeing myself with no clothes on, like in a mirror, but I couldn't get my imagination to see me walking around outside like this. As I continued on, I looked down at my breasts...no, they're not bouncing. I looked passed my breasts and down at my bush...nothing unusual there. My thighs weren't jiggling as they moved forward and back. I put my hands on my ass...pretty firm, even when walking. Huh! Still...I wonder what I LOOK like? What would other people see? What's my walk look like? Do I sway? Do I have a cute little wiggle, like Darcy does? And how do I look walking NAKED? Natural? Seductive? Or just plain sickening? Hmm...Wonder if I can talk Darcy into video taping me taking a stroll in the nude? HA! She'd shit!
I finally reached the place where my clothes awaited, and, with a touch of sadness, I reluctantly put them back on. It was quite a day...one I knew I'd never forget, and as I pedalled home, I tried to reawaken the feelings I had as I strolled around naked in the bright sunshine. I couldn't, but the memory of it made the ride home seem much more enjoyable.
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