A Loli's ENF Adventure/Emma/Modern Earth/Day Out/Lake/Naked

Naughty or not, if you're trying to swim out here then you need to lose your shirt. You're going to completely soak it otherwise. It's just the practical thing to do really. So you shuffle your way back to your ledge and peel off your top, too nervous to bother taking out the knot first and forcing yourself to struggle with your shirt, as if it is trying to stay on to protect you from yourself.

The moment you pop the garment over your head a warm shiver runs through you. You press the fabric against your chest, timidly covering yourself even though no one is around. You're really doing this. You are outside, at a park, and completely naked.

Your heart is racing. Your skin is tingly. You keep patting different body parts just to reassure yourself that it's not a dream, that you're actually naked. This is such a thrill! In fact you're so excited that you almost drop your shirt in the lake. That would be disastrous! So instead you ball it up and, with a little hop, throw it as hard as you can over the ledge and well back onto land. You were aiming for somewhere near your skirt, although you can't see it from here. Unfortunately your aim is atrocious and your shirt ends up snagging a low branch overhanging the path. At least there's no danger of it getting wet while suspended up there. And speaking of getting wet...

You can't keep from feeling excited by what you're doing right now. You have goosebumps from your arms all the way down to your pussy. Cupping your warm sex with your hands you squirm and glance around again, almost certain someone must be watching despite no sign of anyone. You have no idea what to do with yourself! But you'd better start swimming before you think of something.

With a hand safely tucked between your legs you take a few steps away from land and out into the sunshine. The golden rays intimately kissing your bare shoulders and warming your backside somehow makes your nipples stiffen. The water probably isn't pure drinkable glacial melt (and thankfully nowhere near as cold) but it seems clean and quite clear. That jogger lady was right, this really is lovely. You sit down in the water to wet your skin and get yourself fully immersed, the water quickly climbing to your neck. You try your best to not get your hair wet but that proves difficult as you start gliding here and there to get a feel for the water. But you still can't really enjoy yourself like this, mostly because you're constantly glancing back to shore, fearful someone will see you. You're being stupidly daring right now, but you still don't want to get caught.

With that in mind, you stop moving away from the shore. If anything you try to get closer to it. As much a doggie crawl as it is a paddle, you move through the water parallel to the path until you find both deeper water and a thicker bit of brush to shield you from the path. Here you can bounce around on your toes and still have the water cover half of your torso.

Feeling much safer and actually able to swim, you get a few breast strokes in one way and the other, stretching yourself out in the water. Then you add a few playful strokes below the water, although you'd hesitate to call it a crotch stroke. Only now, behind cover, in the water, do your nerves start to give way to your pent up arousal and allow you to indulge just a little, circling your clit and pawing your-

"What's all this?"

You gasp and dip down into the water until your nose hits the surface. How did someone sneak up on you? And where are they?

"It's those teenagers again. Always is."

You scan the shoreline but from your purposefully hidden vantage point you can't see anyone. You glide closer to land before standing, being as sure as you can be that no one can see you. You try to peek through the greenery that's hiding you but at best you can see shadowy movement down the path, maybe someone in a red shirt, but they're speaking with someone else.

"I tell you I'm getting sick of it... beer cans, condoms... what else are they going to litter this park with? It's like they're trying to ruin this place!"

Well they can't be talking about you. You're so lucky you audibly sigh. You very nearly died just then thinking you had been caught. The relief that flows through you is rapturous but is quickly replaced by the knowledge that you could yet be caught out here. There's still some amount of thrill in that idea, but all of this is too new to you and the burst of fear you just experienced is winning out now. There's no way you can stay here.

Listening to the voices gripe and bicker from your hiding spot, they soon wander off into the trees. You wait just a little longer to be sure it's clear then make your way back to your ledge. You're kind of proud of yourself. You've never done anything quite as fun and scary as this. It probably won't be the last time either.

Getting up the ledge is troublesome. You have to shimmy along the edge a little until you can find an exposed root you can grab onto to help pull yourself back up onto the path. Now you just have to find your clothes and...

Wait, what? Find them?

"They were right here, weren't they?" you tell yourself. Your legs feel shaky. "I kicked my skirt right over there." Your stomach leaps up into your throat. "My... my shirt was on that branch." Your goosebumps come back, your skin downright electric. Did those people move them? Or did they...

The realization sets in. Did they think your clothes were litter? Why would they take someone else's clothing? They didn't think that was a weird thing for someone to leave behind? Says the girl who just decided to go skinny dipping in the middle of the day...

Seeking protection you instinctively huddle forward, crossing your arms over your chest and pressing your thighs together. As if venturing out of a bathroom in search of a towel, you carefully move up the path on your tiptoes. Maybe they didn't notice your shoes. But you can't spot those either. They took everything, even the bits of actual litter you had noticed. The path has been picked clean.

You again start patting body parts. This is like a bad dream come true, stuck out in the world without a single stitch of clothing on. Alright, admittedly those are also some of your best dreams, but they were supposed to stay that way; imaginary. Now you're actually in the middle of nowhere utterly threadbare!

Prancing in place nervously, you end up backing into a branch and getting poked in the bum. You hop forward with a scared yelp and soothingly rub your assaulted cheek. Even this magical place is against you now! You need to get out of here, but you can't just waltz out of the forest butt naked... can you?

Of course not! But... what other options do you have? Pacing up and down one small strip of earth you gander out toward the lake and notice a canoe in the distance. Could you flag down a boat? Or maybe you could swim out to one? There's at least a few ways you could explain away your very exposed state that way. Perhaps a water skiing accident. And that person could feel good about themselves for saving you... a stranded naked girl. Or you could drown. Drowning wouldn't be so bad. Not quite as bad as being caught like this. But you'd probably get rescued by the only boat tour in the state, dozens of cameras filming you as you get lifted out of the water.

Maybe you could be like Eve and make a dress from leaves or flowers or something. Not that you know how to do that, but you could try. With your luck a whole marathon of people would come stampeding through here while you're struggling to weave two branches together.

Then again you could already be making a beeline for the people who took your clothes! They have a huge head start now, but you should probably try. They took your clothes! You kinda need them! You don't even have to catch up if you're lucky. Maybe they dumped your clothes in a trash can along the walkway. You can just snatch them back from the bin. But you risk streaking the whole park as you check bin after bin along the entire path.

You shake away your daydreams only to realize that your hand has been busy 'soothing' your pussy for quite a while now. What is wrong with you! Why are you hornier than ever? Because this is out of your control? Because you're now forced to cower and run and hide and pray even though someone is sure to catch you completely naked at any moment? Your thighs squeeze around your hand, but... this is a serious problem! What are you going to do about it?

• Swim out into the lake
• Chase after the thieves Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 16:23, 9 September 2020 (CEST)
• Stay put and think