Public Nudity/Camping Day 2 - Ask Natalie for her shirt
As you mull over your limited options you can't get Natalie's offer out of your head. You try to tell yourself you're not doing this just to get someone else naked, but you kinda want someone else to get naked.
"Okay... Natalie? Give me your shirt."
"Umm... do you really need it?"
"Do you want to help me?"
Natalie sighs then nods, as if this was some inevitable thing. The girl plants her knees onto the ground then peels off her shirt. You and her sisters all watch with curiosity as her most intimate parts come into view. Her sisters must have seen her naked before, but the context here is different. She doesn't take her time with it, although in the moment it sure feels like it's in slow motion.
You're not trying to look, but her vagina is obviously the first notable thing to be revealed, so you just kinda... look. She has an inkling of pubic hair coming in, wispy strands of hair on her lips that, if she were a blonde, wouldn't even be visible other than how close you are right now. Her pussy lips are well defined for her age and narrow, a skinny little slit for a slender girl. She doesn't have much to speak of for hips, but she does have subtle curves that match her fledgling pubescence. Her waist even slims as she lifts her arms higher, making her stomach stretch up with her pelvis. You're not especially into girls but even you think that's kinda sexy, watching her hips twisting, pelvis rotating, torso lengthening.
Once her upper body comes into view you're greeted by two tiny little bumps on her chest. They're like pre-boobs, a contoured, feminine, but still technically flat chest. In some ways it's like she has raised nipples, tiny boobs split far apart from each other and leaving a large flat gap of chest between. You sure never noticed yesterday while she was in her bikini so you had expected she was still as undeveloped as her sisters. Not that she's especially developed, but without a top to conceal them her subtle bumps kinda stand out. One of your aunts would say that she's 'budding', a term you cringed at when it was once directed at you years ago. Natalie's may still be tiny, even her nipples are not any bigger than her sisters', but they do kinda qualify as boobs. She could be a little self conscious about them or she may still be oblivious, but it's not stopping her from stripping naked. The last thing you notice as she pops the top over her head is a scant bit of hair in her armpits to match the fuzz growing on her vajayjay.
Natalie flashes a weak smile as she hands you her shirt, the two of you now equally bare. You smile back, briefly revelling in the fact that you're now not the only naked girl in the woods. She might also be amused that you're both 'partners in crime' for the moment but you can tell she's nervous. Her sisters sense it too, and are now more focused on their older sibling's emotions than her nudity. But getting Natalie to strip and hand over her clothes only for the rest of you to stare at her silently raises tensions between the four of you.
"This feels awkward," whispers Georgie to no one.
"Are we going back now?" Callie asks, confused again.
"No, no," insists Natalie, pointedly shaking her head as her cheeks blush. "We gotta help Claire get home."
Georgie shrugs. "Okay, so... we can race for the other side, right?"
"Hold on. I need to see if this even fits first."
You finally pop your head through their mother's t-shirt, tugging it down over your tits and stretching it down to your hips. You even stand up to properly test how much it covers and are disappointed to find it doesn't quite reach far enough. The shirt was leggy on Natalie, but it's quite cheeky on you. It maybe covers half of your bum in the back and barely fails to conceal your pussy. You think you can make it work though.
"Well, it fits..." Georgie notes, trailing off.
"I can still see your 'gina," whispers Callie helpfully.
"M-maybe I can have my shirt back?" suggests Natalie, also inspecting your puss. "I could go..." You can't help but smirk, eyeing up the nervous stripped girl as she falters. When you stare instead of respond she crosses her arms defensively, tightly tucking her hands under her armpits. "Or... maybe I can wait here?"
"No, here's the plan," you start, squatting down again to chat with the girls. "I'll sneak up to the front of this camp and distract the people here. I dunno, I'll ask some questions or something. But I need you all to run across and find the rest of the trail so we can keep going. Got it?" They all nod. Your plan is light on details, like how you're getting back to them after, but you're not new to improvising and your faked confidence convinces them to go along with it.
After carefully pushing past the last few branches shrouding your group, you quietly sneak into someone's campsite. Bent over and stepping lightly, you scamper up to the back of a tent as quietly as you can. You swear you saw someone moving before but right now you can't spot anyone. There are two small tents here as well as a weird umbrella thing, like a canopy laying on its side to offer shade and privacy. If there was movement before then they have to be just out of your view. You do question your plan for a moment, but it's still best that you offer yourself up as a distraction rather than the girls and beelining anywhere without a distraction could get everyone caught.
Speeding up to the back of the canopy, you then creep out into the open. here are two people inside the canopy! You hop to a stop, pull down on the front of your shirt, and loudly announce your presence, startling the occupants and hopefully signalling the girls to go.
"Woah! Geez, you snuck up on us!" declares a woman. Sitting beside her is a boy, presumably her son, much younger than you.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to. I just need to ask a question." They stare at you, looking you up and down, waiting for you to continue. You spy the girls darting out into the open during this brief awkward silence, spurring you to continue talking in case they make any noise. "Oh! Um, yeah! I was just going to ask... like, I was wondering... do you know which way is east?"
"Pretty sure it's that way," the mom notes, pointing across the road.
"Oh! Okay. But, uh, which way is the office?"
The woman turns her pointing finger. "That would be North."
You laugh nervously, prancing between your feet. "Oooh! Duh! Silly me! I knew that!" You glance past the weird umbrella to the girls at the rear of the campsite. Georgie and Callie are both pulling at branches and peering into the thick brush while Natalie, arms crossed, stands behind them unhelpfully.
"Did you need something else?" asks the mom.
"Yeah! Do you know if... they have a lost and found there?"
"I'm not sure. What are you missing?" She glances at your bare legs, which her son has been outright leering at. You assume you're covering enough of your crotch or this conversation would be going a lot differently, but with more than enough hip on display you didn't mean to call attention to yourself like that. You kinda did, because it seemed to make sense to connect the dots, but you're regretting it now.
The mom starts shifting in her place and you're worried that she's about to stand up. At the same time, your girls suddenly lose their composure. Natalie runs back to the side that you all came from, perhaps too nervous to go on. Georgie and Callie chase after her and drag their naked sister out into the open by her wrists giving her no way to cover herself. The three of them are close to outright fighting in this stranger's campsite.
"Me? Oh, nothing! I was just curious. This is a really beautiful camp isn't it? I'm Claire by the way. Have you been here before?" You start rambling like crazy to keep their attention, your ears burning red.
Thankfully this mother is kind enough to humor you and engages in some small talk. But the girls are still freaking out. You do your best to stay engaged in your conversation while glancing at them nervously. You can't hear them from up here, which is good, but if anyone is in either of those tents the girls might still get themselves caught if they start bickering.
The girls push and shove their way back to the opposite side of camp but you can only get fleeting glances of them while trying to stay engaged with the campsite's owners. But the next moment you look over Callie's pants have been pulled down, the tight bottoms flipped inside out and caught at her knees. She's stepping backward off balance and falls on her butt, her legs nearly immobilized. Callie is hardly phased though and is quick to push herself to her feet and wrestle her small pants back up her legs. She's so quick about it, still trying to grab at Natalie, that she doesn't bother squeezing her bum all the way into them, the back of her pants getting caught under her now dusty bum.
A moment later you spot a man in your peripheral vision as he walks out into the road from the neighboring campsite. Then his wife joins him. Then his daughter. Your girls have nearly sorted themselves out (as much as they're capable) and are finally huddled close to the treeline again. Even so, if this family walks your way they will certainly spot the disheveled group of squabbling girls at the back of this campsite standing around mostly naked.
Thankfully as the man's son hops out onto the road to join his sister your girls start to push their way into the trees.
"Good morning!" the man greets cheerfully as his family walks by behind you. A smile and a wave over your shoulder is all you afford them, not risking exposing yourself to the pair in front of you, but that also guarantees a decent view of your bare ass from behind. You assume the adults must have noticed but you know that their kids did, both of them giggling to each other as they follow their parents up the main road. Thankfully the gaggle of sisters got out of sight by the time this family started their stroll.
With an awkward shuffle to one side, you abruptly try to escape from your role as distractor. "Okay, well thanks for the chat! I'm going to go now!"
"Wait," interrupts the mother. "The camp office is that way."
"Oh! Yeah, um, that's okay. I'll go there later. Bye!" You turn and run, your nerves getting the better of you, far too exposed out here and the stakes too high for you to keep your impulses under control. You at least flash the bottoms of your cheeks during your escape, but it just can't be helped. You need to run away from your own cringiness.
With a burst of speed you run down the road, turn hard right, and run straight into the strolling family's campsite. Your girls popped right out from the one family's camp into this one after crawling past the apparently narrow strip of brush separating them. If they could see the other family getting ready to leave through the trees that might've been why they were hesitating, and why Natalie freaked out. You run up to them and crouch behind some camping chairs for safety.
"What happened?" you whisper, still paranoid about who might be nearby. "I had to talk to those people forever!"
Georgie smirks. "Nat got scared."
"Yeah, and she tried to take my pants," adds Callie, her bum still hanging out.
"There was a whole family over here!" cries Natalie, giving each of her siblings a shove. "You'd care if you were naked!"
This bickering sure isn't helping anything.