A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Adventures/Picnic
Ryan had thought that his wife was just trying to be helpful when she insisted on packing the picnic that Ryan had planned with Sally. He had been surprised by how excited Ava sounded when she overheard them discussing it on Tuesday, but didn't think much of it. The couple went over the details quite sparsely, Ryan explaining that he wanted to try out a quiet spot on the river that takes a bit of extra driving to get to, and Ava asking if they had any requests, but that was it until the weekend came.
Waking up to a blowjob was an unexpected treat and a great start to any Saturday, but neither Ava nor Ryan could leave it there. The two of them spent far longer in bed than intended, Ryan finding multiple winds that left Ava glowing. Getting ready for the picnic was therefore a bit rushed and it wasn't clear to Ryan what was underway until it was too late. Ava had helpfully set out a cute summer halter dress for their daughter and told Ryan to grab the good sunscreen, the one Ava preferred, all of which seemed considerate, but it wasn't until Ava directed Devin to the truck that he knew they had their wires crossed.
What had been intended as a daddy-daughter date was now a family outing, and Ryan couldn't help being disappointed by that. He tried to set aside his dashed hopes on the drive there, that they could all just have a nice picnic together, but his sex-filled morning kept dragging him back to other thoughts.
It was a nice enough picnic spot, an open bend on the river, sparse vegetation around the bend giving a nice view, but required some off-roading to get to which ensured its privacy. They unloaded the truck next to a lonely tree close to the water. It wouldn't offer much shade with the Sun directly overhead, but it was still a lovely spot and would make for a comfortable afternoon.
They had only just managed to get a blanket down when Devin pulled out his phone and Sally began wandering along the water's edge. Ryan offered to help his wife set things up and make some sandwiches but she told him to relax and play with the kids, insisting she would take care of everything. That's how Ryan and Sally ended up walking down the riverbank together.
"It is a nice spot, isn't it?"
"Mhmm," nodded Sally on her toes, looking down as she gingerly stepped on imaginary targets while they put distance between themselves and the tree. Ryan still couldn't shake the initial purpose of the picnic out of his mind and felt compelled to address the unintentional change of plans.
"I, uh... Just so you know, I didn't realize your mother thought she was invited to our picnic."
"Oh... Really? But you spent all morning with her."
Rubbing his neck, he could help but smirk to himself. "Yeah, well... we didn't do a lot of talking."
Father and daughter strolled in silence for a bit, neither of them willing to address that topic of conversation. Sally was playing with her flowy dress as they walked, looking all around. All she could see was nature wherever she looked, no signs of civilization anywhere.
"There's really no one else out here, huh?"
"That's right. The fish never bite down here and it's too much trouble to get to otherwise."
"Hmm..."
"Why? Were you thinking of doing something?" Ryan asked with a knowing grin. Sally grinned back, flattening the front of her dress.
"Nooo, that's okay. I had figured I might be able to... y'know, before... I didn't even put on panties cuz I figured I'd just be taking them off. But it's okay. I can just pretend."
Proving her point, Sally lifted the front of her dress high enough to let a breeze rush under it. Until that moment he wasn't sure of himself, but knowing he and his daughter were on the same wavelength made Ryan chuckle. It also made him commit. There was no reason for them to waste this trip. He was the one in charge of their shenanigans after all.
"I don't think there's any need to pretend. No one's going to catch you."
"Well... I dunno. I wouldn't want to do anything to upset Mom."
"She won't be upset. You need my permission, not hers."
"Yeah, but... it would be neat to be a real outdoorsy nudist, but I don't think I'm brave enough. We're so far from home."
The conversation waned for a moment, Ryan glancing at his daughter. He knew she wanted to, so the least he could do was help things along..
"Okay. How about this. How about I untie the string behind your neck that's holding your dress up."
"Huh?"
Coming to a stop, Ryan turned his daughter to face away from him. Sally nervously brought her hands to her chest as her dad first loosened the halter of her dress and then undid it completely, letting the ends drape over the back of her hands as Sally was suddenly forced to hold her dress on her body.
"Now, if you want to tie that back up you can, by all means. But if you want to have some fun then you don't have to do anything at all." As Ryan said this, he extended his hand for his daughter to take. She did so automatically, walking hand-in-hand with her dad as they continued their casual stroll along the riverbank, leaving her with only one hand to keep herself modest, her dress shifting away from her neck slightly as they went. "That makes it easy, right? You just let whatever happens happen.'
What a curious opportunity. Sally was as anxious as she was excited by what her dad had just proposed. Since she wasn't wearing panties, the string daddy untied had truly been the only thing keeping her from being naked. Being aware of the critical importance of that tenuous string had already offered its own little thrill up until that moment, but now her hand pinning her garment to her was the only thing maintaining her modesty.
It was true. It would be so easy for her to pull her hand off her chest and let her dress fall to the ground all by itself. It would take no effort at all. Just let go... Though it wouldn't take much to re-tie her halter either. But she needed two hands to do that, and daddy was holding onto one of them. Did he not want her to tie it? That was a naughty thought. But the more she mulled it over, she found there was even more to it than that. She had been the one to take daddy's hand and she didn't want to let go of him. Did she not want to re-tie her dress?
All these thoughts made Sally feel giddy as she shamefully smiled up at Ryan. He felt her staring but looked straight ahead, patiently waiting for his daughter to make up her mind.
Sally played coy at first. She let her hand slip down a little to just below her sternum. Pretending not to notice, she began chattering away to distract herself from her looming and increasingly unavoidable embarrassment while baring her nipples to mother nature. As her confidence and anticipation built, her grip on her dress became lighter. A moment later friction lost to gravity as her dress slipped out from under her fingers. The fabric teased her skin as it careened toward the ground, tingles cascading out from her privates. Her very next stride brought her to step out of her dress, leaving behind her felled garment on the riverbank behind her.
She did it. She was out in the world... and naked! It was almost as easy as daddy said, only her nerves getting in the way. But now that she had overcome them, she was feeling awfully hyper.
Skipping next to her dad as they walked, Sally was soon swinging her arms and relishing in both her braveness and naughtiness. Ryan couldn't contain her for long, Sally breaking free from his side and bouncing along the trail in front of him. Ryan smiled at that, drinking in the sight of his fully natural elated little girl. This really did make her happy. How could anyone possibly want to keep a girl like Sally covered up? But what he immediately began to ponder was, since she liked this so much, how he could get her naked more often.
"Alright, we can't walk forever," remarked Ryan, heading back toward the picnic. "Can't keep your mother waiting."
Sally paused before turning around. There were those nerves again. What would mommy think? Sure, daddy was supposed to be in charge of this stuff now, but mom still hadn't been a fan of their excursion to the hardware store even though Sally had never left the truck. It was hard to imagine her mom would be more okay with Sally frolicking away from home without a single stitch to cover herself.
Sally lagged behind Ryan as butterflies slowly filled her stomach. She didn't consider putting her dress back on, but that's because she never saw it again. Ryan scooped it up off the ground ahead of her and bunched the airy dress in his hand before Sally came across it. He didn't want his daughter to leave it behind, and figured she was liable to do such a thing if he didn't pick it up, but that kept any notion of reversing course out of Sally's mind as they returned to the picnic.
Ava noticed them approaching from the corner of her eye and thought they looked cute walking together, Sally back at her father's side. So Ava instinctively brought up her phone and started taking pictures to capture the lovely scene of them strolling along the riverbank. Despite staring at them on screen, it wasn't until she looked up past the edge of it that she realized Sally's state.
"Really?" Ava called out as the daddy daughter duo approached. "You're going to let our 10-year-old go naked in broad daylight, Ryan? Anyone could see!"
Sally stopped a few meters away after her mom's complaint, glancing around expecting a mob of people to emerge from the treeline. She was already nervous, but her mom's somewhat predictable reaction put her on edge and she couldn't help but cup her crotch with one hand while tucking the other under her chin, closing up her body though still far from any modicum of modesty, and without a shred of clothing within reach. Meanwhile Ryan had veered off towards the truck to toss Sally's dress inside.
"It's alright. There's no one out here but us. She just wants to... experience nature."
"We can all do that without having to-" Ava caught herself, trying to be both mindful of her daughter's feelings and her prior agreement with her husband. "All I'm saying is we're very exposed out here."
"She sure is," noted Devin with a smirk.
"And I assure you she'll be fine. There's no one for miles. It's not everyday you get to be a nudist out in the middle of nature. This is a great opportunity."
"But a picnic, Ryan? She... It's hardly appropriate."
"Are you hungry, Sally?" asked Ryan, ignoring his wife's waning protest as he arrived at the edge of the blanket draped on the grass. Sally nodded, still shielding her sex from her mother's disapproving gaze. But when Ava noticed how embarrassed and dejected that her normally bright and bubbly daughter looked, standing off to one side by herself, Ava had an abrupt change of heart.
"Sally... Sit down, sweetie. What would you like?"
The nude tween shuffled forward and sat next to her mom, still making sure to hide her apparently offensive pussy. But curling her fingers around to the underside of her slit, persistently palming her tingly sex, only served to make herself more aware of her unclothed state as everyone began to enjoy the picnic spread, Sally eating one-handed. It took several minutes of idle chatter, and Devin asking her to pass some chips, before Sally's nerves subsided and her mind wandered enough for her hand to come out from between her legs.
Just like her first naked dinner with her family, sharing a picnic while naked was jarring and awkward for everyone. Sally found it was worse than sitting at dinner since there was no table for her to hide behind. She was completely on display and felt the eyes of Dad, Devin, and even Mom travel down her immature frame. But it wasn't all bad. The afternoon sun on her skin felt nice, touching every part of her body warmly. The occasional gentle breeze that blew past delighted her nipples. And as those things soothed her nerves she came to lie prone off the edge of the blanket. Soon she was unintentionally grinding her mound against the ground as she compulsively picked at the grass by stretching her legs and curling her toes. The warm steady streams of sunlight finding its way between her cracks and crevices only served to make her legs increasingly restless.
With Sally becoming jittery, she lost any sense of shame and began drawing attention to herself. She sat up and hugged Ava, chattering about how nice it was they were all there together. She insisted that dad take a picture of her and her mom together. Though Ava was hesitant to pose with her naked daughter, Ryan was happy to oblige the request and took a string of pictures until Sally lost interest. Their flighty daughter crawled across her mom's lap just to steal a few grapes for herself, and Ava placing a hand on her daughter's warm skin was a reminder that they needed sunscreen, doubly so for Sally.
"But I don't like greasy hands," pouted Sally. "Specially when I'm eating."
"I can put it on you," pressed Ava, popping the cap, and gesturing for Sally to get in front of her. Sally huffed but plopped down on her stomach in the center of their picnic, putting herself directly in the way and impossible to ignore.
As Ava squirted and spread sunscreen across her daughter's back, her boys paid close attention. Devin pretended not to watch and Ryan continued to take the odd picture, snapping a surreptitious shot for every new body part Ava rubbed down, with Ava pulling Sally's hair aside to attend to her dainty neck, and paying just as much attention to her fidgety girl's pert little bum. In her amped up state, Sally found that she quite enjoyed having someone run their hands over her entire body. So much so, that Ava wasn't even done with Sally's legs before the sprightly pixie flipped herself over and squirted a heavy line of lotion from her sternum all the way down to her slit.
"Really, Sally, that's plenty!"
Sally merely giggled as she laid back, arms at her sides, staring up into the sky as her mom began to massage her undeveloped chest. Ava's hands swiftly moved lower, initially avoiding her daughter's lotioned crotch in favor of spreading excess lotion down Sally's legs. But soon the lotion ran thin, though there was still plenty untouched.
Ryan nervously snapped away as Ava tentatively scooped and spread the lotion coating their daughter's pussy. But her noncommittal discretion made things worse. Not plainly dealing with Sally's privates led to an excess of lotion settling between Sally's vulva. Ava could've just left it there, but she couldn't really. With a soft resigned sigh, she dragged a finger through her little girl's bald slit. A single pass wasn't enough to clear it, so she had to do another, followed by another, and in short order she was blatantly rubbing slick sunscreen between her daughter's lips and around her clit.
It couldn't be helped of course. Someone had to deal with it. There was nothing obscene about this, she told herself. It certainly wasn't the first time Ava had ever rubbed lotion into her daughter's sex, though it had been some years to be sure. Sally on the other hand certainly couldn't remember such a thing ever happening, the girl rapidly blinking as she drew a shallow breath with her mouth in a grin, both tickled and shamed by her mother's fearless fingers. Ava merely treated the pussy beneath her touch no different than if it was her own, thoroughly spreading the lotion thinly and evenly, alternately rubbing the outside of Sally's vulva and then dipping between them to attend to every delicate fold wanting to be certain no errant dollops were left.
"Alright, you're all done, missy," stated Ava with a pat of her daughter's pelvis. Sally responded not by getting up but by checking her mom's work, slowly sawing her own finger through the short length of her slit, dragging up into her clit in a far more purposeful way than her mother had a moment ago.
It was one thing to be on display all the time, and another thing to be touched while on display, and then another thing entirely to touch yourself while on display. She didn't consciously process any of these things, but they still registered on some level. They impressed upon her a number of new and unexpected feelings that brought her mind to fixate on naughty thoughts. Sally was still staring up into the sky a moment later, slicking her sunscreened slit, when she followed one of those feelings.