Public Nudity/Camping Day 1 - Explore the campground before dark
Stevie's proposal gets you grinning. Should you really walk around camp wearing nothing but an altered and oversize t-shirt only to risk a wardrobe malfunction at any moment? Of course you shouldn't. But it's exactly the kind of thing you had hoped to spend the day doing, pushing your limits and flirting with the risk of getting caught naked. At least before the boys asked you to go camping.
It's hard to pass up such a 'sliver-platter' opportunity, but you still have to think about this. It won't be that risky. Your t-shirt does cover everything, when it's in the right place. And you could always get Stevie and Adam to help you if things really went sideways.
"Umm... yeah! Why not?"
You quit being so domestic and sloppily toss the last remnants of dinner into a bin so you can head out with your entourage.
Camp Charleston isn't very impressive, but it's lack of character is made up for by its remoteness. It's near a very isolated part of the river so there aren't a lot of amenities nearby (or in the camp for that matter) but that means it's equally not as popular as some other more accessible and accommodating sites. So despite it's relatively large size, there aren't a lot of campsites filled as you walk around. More than when you got here this morning, but nowhere near capacity.
The three of you stroll aimlessly down the length of the grounds toward the front of the camp. The boys grab some sticks to whack at bushes and rocks to huck into the trees. You grab a stick of your own but you don't bother throwing rocks; bending over and flailing your arms is one sure fire way you could flash someone. The possibility is slightly enticing but you can resist, for all the good that willpower does you. For despite your best efforts to remain modest, the boys insist on making you part of their fun.
With a boy on either side of you, they start reaching across to whack at each other with their sticks. Being in the crossfire of this means that you take your own fair share of whacks to your arms and back as they trade blows and duck behind you for cover.
"Guys, quit! You're hitting me!"
"Well he started it! OW!" cries Adam.
"Just help me get him and we can win," Stevie replies, without defining how anyone could possibly 'win' this.
"No way! Claire's on my team!"
"How can anyone win this?"
"As soon as Adam loses!" notes Stevie, pulling on your sleeve as he grabs your arm to reach in front of you.
Adjusting your shirt so that it is sitting well atop one shoulder (the most you can reliably manage) you parry and whack at both of them, defending yourself as best you can.
"I'm not on anyone's team!"
It would probably be better to pick a team, because as a free-for-all it starts to get out of control quickly. You'll block a wild stick in front of you only to get whipped on your butt. You push one of them away only for the other to hold you in place as their shield.
In the thick of it now, it occurs to the two boys that they could team up against you instead. Stevie tries to grab your body to hold you still but only manages to grab your shirt. He pulls back on it, stretching it away from you and lifting the hem higher and higher until it pops over your butt to expose you from the waist down. You weakly struggle against him, unable to keep from smiling as the small rush of arousal from your forced exposure lowers your defenses further.
"Get her!"
Adam diligently obeys and whips your bare ass with his stick. You turn away but it's not hard for him to stay on you. You prance and whine trying not to draw attention (at least any more than you already were) but you're more or less letting him spank you with his wood. Although it's exciting, this is also incredibly risky. There aren't many campsites filled, but someone could walk out and see you at any moment. But when Adam starts hitting you harder you find the need to put a stop to this.
It's hard to get them off you without raising your voice, but your shushed stern insistence convinces them to let you go. Holding your shirt in place, you quickly dance off on your tiptoes into the bush. A few small trails weave in and out of the surrounding treeline thanks to bored/adventurous campers over the years but it gives you a means of escape. Adam and Stevie race after you into the relative privacy of the trees.
"You two better stop! Or I'll throw your bags in the river while you sleep!" You still have a smile on your face as you wag your finger, undermining your threat.
The two stooges just chuckle together like morons. You sigh and turn away, walking down the poorly established trail behind some campsites. A scant moment later, one of them flips up the back of your shirt, flashing your butt. You almost stop to address it, but decide to see if they'll do it again. Of course they do, again and again, giggling behind you.
"What's so funny?" you ask, shooting them a look.
"Really? Oh, uh, nothing!" replies Adam.
Now that the three of you are concealed by the trees, you don't mind letting the boys have a bit of fun at your expense. You choose to remain selectively unaware of them flipping your hemline and continue a slow walk down this trail. That only emboldens them.
Instead of another quick flip, you can sense your shirt being slowly lifted. When bark pokes your butt cheek it becomes more apparent what they're doing, but you ignore it and carry forward. Hardly stifling their giggles, the boys use that stick to raise the bottom of your t-shirt higher and higher, your underside becoming draftier by the second.
Glancing down, you spot your pelvis below the bunched up front of your shirt. Their view from behind must be pretty decent now. If they want to see your ass that bad you make sure to give them a good look and add some extra sway to your hips as you walk. Glancing down a moment later you're surprised to see your belly button is visible now too. Your shirt has to be much higher in the back to get it past your tummy. Their stick is likely up between your shoulder blades now. They can't possibly get any higher than that, not without tipping their hand, but you don't get to find out as they drop your shirt once you reach the end of this trail and pop back out onto the main strip.
The boys continue to horse around but mostly leave you alone. They're a bit hyper now and are nearly falling over one another with amusement, so you don't go anywhere very quickly, but they don't seem willing to press their very fortunate luck any further.
Once you finally make it to the front of the campground the sun is quite low in the sky, closing in on sunset, but there's still enough light to see how everything is laid out. There's a booth at the main entrance to let people in and out and take payment. A separate camp office is set back a bit, which at some point was combined or extended to a general store. A bit further from that is a little trailer which has separate boys and girls washrooms and a "Showers" sign pointing to the other end of the trailer. There's also a gazebo and a playground up here, but the thing that really draws your eye is the sign that says "Firewood".
You lead the boys inside the office so you can figure out the firewood details. The girl working behind the counter isn't much older than you. She's super helpful though and explains that they give free firewood to campers here. Each campsite gets 2 bundles of wood per day included with their lot fee. Ultimately it's just an honor system with a wide open shed behind the office housing their supply, but she says to try to not take more than you need.
You all thank the girl at the counter and race around back to grab some wood. Adam and Stevie are quick to grab either side of a bundle and hoist it up, sharing the load between them. That's only one of the two you're allowed but they happily scamper off down the road, despite you insisting they stop, leaving you to then carry a bundle all by yourself. Testing one, it's not too heavy for you but it is a bit cumbersome. Angling and shifting your bundle, you manage to scoop it up into your arms, pressing it against your chest to help balance and center the weight to make it easier to carry.
"Hey! Wait up!"
The boys are already so far ahead of you that they either don't hear you or are just choosing to ignore you. You try to jog a little to make up the distance but it's hard to run anywhere with your arms full. And jogging presents its own problems.
Your brief heavy footfalls, the wood bouncing and pulling your shirt down your chest, causes your t-shirt to slip off of the one shoulder holding it up. You slow your pace and look down. With your arms tight to your sides the broad neck of your shirt easily allowed it to slip down until caught by the crook of your elbow. The bottom hemline doesn't droop much, but you can tell that almost all of your bare back is now exposed; besides your hair, you have virtually nothing covering you from your neck to your waist. Your forearms are pointed out in front of you so there's no risk of the shirt slipping any further, but you're just thankful that the position of your bundle of wood is not only covering you but helping to pin the front of your shirt against your boobs. The last thing you need is nipple splinters.
It's at least a few minutes to walk back to your camp. Your back is exposed but your hair is covering your neck so, as far as anyone else is concerned, you could just be wearing a weird halter top. You could drop your bundle to try to adjust your top, but the front of the campground is busier. There are people walking around that you would almost certainly flash. There's also no guarantee this won't happen on your second try once you get this wood in your arms again. But besides all that... this is kinda fun.
You're basically trapped, forced to walk through camp alone smiling at strangers while your one and only piece of clothing is doing its best to slip its way off of your body. You feel your nipples stiffen as the risk here excites you. Controlling your pace seems important to prevent your shirt from shifting more, but it's hard to fight the desire to run back to camp as fast as you can, your skin already tingling.
Step after careful step you make your way through the campground. You get a few funny looks and second glances but no one says anything. And they shouldn't; you're just carrying your allotted bundle of wood like a good camper. People generally do tend to mind their own business, but you're dying to know what they're thinking when they look at you from the back.
You're two-thirds of the way safe and starting to think this will be an uneventful little trek when you see three girls skip out onto the road from their campsite. They turn in your direction and so spot you right away. It's the sisters that you streaked past earlier.
They seem to still be wearing what they were before. As you walk closer to each other you have a few moments to size them up, unlike the blur you saw last time. They're definitely sisters, spanning somewhere between 7-11 years old. The oldest girl is wearing a bold red bikini framed by her long, and still damp, brunette locks. Her younger sister, gifted with auburn hair in a pixie cut, is donning a well fitted white undershirt with pink bottoms, although they might just be panties. The youngest of the trio is more of a dirty blonde. She's clearly wearing one of her big sisters' swimsuits, a well worn one piece that hangs down between her legs slightly.
It occurs to you that this trio looks a little trashy, if you're being honest, but even with that first impression they seem equally nice.
There's no question that all three of them recognize you. It's just as hard to look away from them as it is to make eye contact. You end up smiling and greeting them as you approach. They all smile and say hi in return but the youngest just can't keep her curiosity bottled up.
"What were you doing with those boys?" she asks, stopping right in front of you to block your path and get her answer.
"What?" you respond, mostly out of fear, your heart skipping a beat.
"Weren't you naked? With all those boys?"
"Callie," the oldest one chimes in. "Leave her alone."
"But she was nakie! I saw it!" You expect her sisters to explain that its none of their business and move along, but they don't. They're just as curious as their sister so they stand beside her, waiting patiently and looking you up and down to see what you'll say.
"I... wasn't naked," you choke out, unable to admit to your deviancy.
Now the middle one pipes up. "Yeah you were."
"Georgie, oh my god." The oldest shakes her head. "So she was naked. Who cares?"
"Really? You don't wanna know why?" The sisters pause to share further glances at you before Georgie continues. "I know you do, Natalie, you kept talking about her the most."
The little one leans in close so she can whisper to you. "Did the boys steal your clothes?"
"No," you're quick to reply, but then you grin, shifting the wood in your arms. "Well, kinda."
Natalie's eyes widen at that. "Really? They took your clothes from you?"
"Not exactly..."
"Yeah! One was holding her shirt I think," adds Natalie.
"They shouldn't do that!" Callie explains to you, like you weren't aware.
"Buncha jerks, huh?" Georgie says, shaking her head like she's been dealing with this kinda thing for ages. "Did you beat them up? I know I totally woulda," she assures everyone.
"You're too skinny to beat up a boy," quips her big sister.
"No, I just..." You struggle to counter them any further, needing some explanation that's more believable, besides wanting to recklessly streak back to your campsite. "We... we went skinny dipping. That's all."
"But they took your clothes," Callie clarifies.
"Really?" repeats Natalie. This time she turns a shade redder, embarrassed on your behalf with that sudden admission, but probably from imagining herself in the same situation.
"Are you allowed to do that here?" asks Georgie.
"Wait." Callie steps to one side, confused, before asking, "What's a skinny dip?"
"It's when you go swimming naked," Georgie helpfully explains.
"Oh," Callie pauses, processing that idea as if it doesn't make sense. "Isn't that just a bath?"
"Sorta," you nod, "But a little more fun."
Your wood is getting heavier the longer you stand here and you keep having to readjust your grip. Each time you do your shirt slips lower and lower in front. There's no doubt that you have side boob showing now, your nipples barely catching the edge of your neckline. You expect the logs do a decent job of concealing you from the front, but with the girls examining your body thanks to all the talk of your nudity earlier they must have noticed how much skin you're showing.
"So... you just... got naked on the beach?" asks Natalie, playing with her bikini bottoms. "I don't think I could do that."
"We've gone naked in the yard before," reminds Georgie. "You sleep naked too."
"Used to," corrects Natalie. "And it's different now. Just shut up, okay?" Georgie shrugs, clearly failing to see how or why anything could be different. Natalie tosses her hair, fidgeting a little. "Besides, if it's no big deal, why don't you go skinny dipping? You're already skinny, so you just need the 'dip' part," finishes Natalie, mostly failing in her attempt to be clever.
"This is getting heavy," you announce. "I'm gonna g-"
"Do you like getting naked?" asks Callie. Her head is cocked to the side like a cute little puppy. She's also staring at your sideboob pretty blatantly, but it's such a plain and honest question you can't help but grin before offering a similarly direct answer.
"Yeah, I do. It's fun to be naughty sometimes." Callie smiles at that, like it's the first thing that has made sense to her so far. There's an awkward silence after your comment, the others unwilling to bring up what is so obviously wrong with your top. Definitely time to leave. Stepping past the sisters you blurt out, "Well it was nice meeting you!"
"But we didn't!" shouts Natalie. "What's your name?"
"Claire," you note over your shoulder, showing off your fully bare back to them. They all respond with their names and wave goodbye before the two older ones start whispering back and forth.
You have to pick up the pace now. Not only because you've been standing out here letting who knows who else gawk at your near-topless state, but because your arms are going to give out on you at any moment. Throwing caution to the wind, you jog and hop forward to make it back to camp every second sooner that you can muster. All of that motion means that your shirt has slipped as far as it possibly can, your perky tits pressing themselves fully into your wood now. It can't be helped and you hardly care. More to the point, you just admitted that you like it.
Rushing into your campsite you find the boys have the fire well stoked now, the full sized logs that tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum supplied allowing for much higher flames. That's a good thing since it's getting dark. But they're only mildly concerned about you.
"Did you get lost?" asks Adam?
"No, I got left behind!" you shoot back.
"You're just sour you came in last," remarks Stevie. "You're too slow."
"Yeah, I'm slow. And these things are heavy!"
Circling behind the fire you drop your arms and find instant relief, releasing your bundle and your tits at the same time. But being so eager for relief allows your shirt to also plummet to the ground. Your top and wood hit the ground at nearly the same time leaving you without any kind of cover. In an instant, your entire body is on display and lit up by the warm orange glow of the fire.
Henry laughs for a second then checks himself when none of the other boys join him. Whether shocked or amazed, they sure do care a lot more about you're well being all of a sudden. Little Callie was right; you do like getting naked, but you also love getting attention; the right kind of attention anyway.