A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/NudistClub/Rick/Rotate
“Yeah, I kinda figured, just from how long it took to bring the bucket back.”, said Sally.
“I’m not sure if this is gonna work, maybe if we had a second bucket so two people could do this part...”, said Rick.
“Why don’t we just trade off? You shouldn’t have to do the hard part all the time. One person can empty the bucket, one can scoop and one can rest, and rotate like that.”
Rick sighed. He knew that would mean losing more clothes, and he wasn’t keen on that, but he still had one stalling tactic left, and he wasn’t keen on being stuck with the physically demanding job the whole time either. “Yeah, I guess that’s better. You wanna take the bucket next?”
“Sure.”
“Alright, let me show you where I’ve been dumping these and then I’ll go down and take over for Lori.”
“You might wanna take off—”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll go hang these shorts up somewhere and see if I they dry enough that I can get most of the mud off before we head home.”
* * *
When Lori saw Rick come down the ramp wearing only his sandals and bright white briefs she thought they looked funny compared to his mud-spattered chest and legs. But she figured it was still progress and didn’t say anything.
“I guess you probably heard us talking up there. Sally’s gonna do the bucket for a while, and I’ll take the scoop. You get to rest for a bit.”
“I hate to just sit here and not do anything. Isn’t there some way I can help?”
Rick certainly couldn’t fault her enthusiasm. “Gee, I’m really not sure, but you can provide moral support.”
“Like encouragement?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, how can I do that?”
“Well… just by being a naked girl, to be honest. I like looking at them.” He felt freer to admit this to Lori than Sally, and fortunately Lori—with her own unique take on “sexy nudists” and such—saw nothing wrong with this at all. But it did set some gears turning in her head. She went to sit on the old chest. But once Rick filled his first bucket she had a question. “Rick, do you like looking at kitties?” She gestured to her lap in case he wasn’t familiar with the term.
“Uhh, yeah.” Rick, admitted, bashfully.
Lori spread her legs. “Then every time you fill a bucket, you can look at mine until Sally brings it back to fill again. How does that sound?”
Rick grinned from ear-to-ear. “Wow, that’s my kind of encouragement!”
Lori was almost as happy, and even did her best to wipe the mud away from her crotch so Rick could see better. But those gears didn’t stop turning either.
Sally managed 6 buckets before calling down that she was ready to switch off. When she came down, she knew nothing about the “moral support” scheme, but she did notice Rick had a conspicuous lump in his now-mud-soaked briefs. She was neither overly excited nor completely uninterested in this, she was just focused on the task at hand. Lori went up to take her shift above, but it turned out she couldn’t quite lift a full bucket of muck, so Sally settled on giving her only two scoops worth. Still, she made up for it in endurance, emptying 8 such buckets before she had to swap out again.
Then it was her turn to scoop, while Rick dumped them out and Sally rested. Lori briefly considered asking Sally for “encouragement”, but she’d wasn’t sure her friend would think it was as fun as she had, and she’d gotten a good look at Sally’s kitty earlier anyway. She had in the mean time come up with an even better idea, but it would need to wait until she and Rick were alone again.
That took a while, because—perhaps out of male pride—Rick insisted on one-upping Sally by emptying 7 fully loaded buckets. When he finally came back to start filling buckets for Sally, his underwear were in a pretty sorry state. Completely gray/brown with mud, and starting to slip a bit from the weight. To Lori this looked like a perfect opportunity. She took her place on the chest again, but as soon as Sally took the first bucket away, she had another proposal for him.
“Rick? What kind of encouragement would it take to get you to take those nasty things off?”
He was a little shocked she was so direct, but he also knew a good deal when he heard one. His briefs were slimy and uncomfortable, and he doubted he could really get away with staying clothed in a supposed nudist club much longer anyway. So if he could get something extra out of it, it was clearly time to join the girls naked. But what did he ask for in return?