The cabin-CFNM

Part four

Karen called Marty and invited him over for lunch and to swim in her family's pool. Karen still lived at home until she finished college, but Marty didn't know or wouldn't have care about that. After she had convinced Marty to come over she called Shelly and asked if they were free.

“We will be in an hour or two,” Shelly told her.

“That's perfect,” Karen replied, and hung up. She readied lunch and made some lemonade, but before Marty got there she went into her mothers bedroom and borrowed two of her mothers sleeping pills. They were mild sleep aids, just enough to relax a person so they could fall asleep, but she hoped they would have the desired effect on Marty.

Soon Marty peddled into her driveway and parked his bike by the garage. He liked Karen, even after all she had helped put him through so far that summer. Still she was very pretty and fun to be around.

They walked around to the backyard and Karen showed him the pool, Marty was surprised at how nice it was, the whole backyard as far as that was concerned. It was a very lovely place, and Karen enjoyed showing it off to him.

They sat on the patio and she told him she would start the grill a little later and cook some burgers. That sounded good to Marty, he wasn't much of a cook yet, and eating something cooked by someone else would be a definite plus.

As they chatted she asked if he wanted some lemonade.

“That would be great,” Marty said, with just the two of them he was more at ease and less worried about having the three women gang up on him.

Karen returned shortly carrying a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses, one of which was already poured. She sat the tray down and quickly handed him the glass that was already poured. Marty drank it down quickly and helped himself to another glass. He swirled the last of the lemonade around in his glass before draining it in one gulp.

This was perfect Karen thought, if any of the pills hadn't dissolved yet, by Marty swirling the glass of lemonade he unknowingly helped her out.

In about ten minutes after drinking the lemonade, Marty yawned and then apologized for yawning.

“Don't worry about it,” Karen said, “Want to lay down in the hammock for a little bit?”

“I'll be fine,” Marty said, “But maybe I might, just for a few minutes.” He staggered to the hammock and laid down face fist on it.

Karen waited for several minutes until she was sure he was sound asleep, then she walked up beside the hammock and gave a little tug on his shorts.
Marty didn't move or respond at all. She continued working the shorts down farther and farther, once his butt was exposed the going got easier, and she slipped them over his knees then his feet and finally off.

She stood back and admired her handy work as the naked young man slept soundly on the hammock. She looked at her watch and saw that it had been almost ninety minutes since she spoke to Shelly. She was about to call her again when she heard a car, she peeked around the side of the house and saw Shelly and Christine coming up the walk.

Karen motioned for them to be quiet, then she led them into the backyard. Shelly and Christine both covered their mouths to prevent themselves from laughing out loud. They stood and looked at Marty's pink behind poking up from the hammock, and all three of them had all they could do to keep from laughing.

Karen picked up Marty's shorts and towel and rolled them up, Shelly reached out and took them from Karen, then she hurried around to her car and as quietly as possible locked them in the trunk.

As she returned to the others Christine smiled wickedly and pointed to the hammock then to the pool. They both knew what she meant, and they cautiously moved it closer to the edge. When they had it close enough Karen silently counted to three and they dumped Marty into the pool.

The cool water instantly brought Marty to full consciousness, but he had inhaled a bit of water and as he came up spitting and coughing the girls were at first concerned for his safety, but when they realized he was okay they giggled and then laughed out loud as Marty again found himself naked in their midst.

Marty hugged the edge of the pool for cover as soon as he felt himself in a state of nudity. The girls were peering into the water to get a better view of Marty when they heard a car pull into the driveway.

Karen looked around the side of the house and was shocked to see her parents getting out of the car. They weren't due back until tomorrow!

“Marty,” she said excitedly, “You need to hide now!”

Marty looked at her as if she was trying to get him to expose himself to them again. Then he heard Karen's father call out from the driveway.

That was all Marty needed, he swam to the ladder and climbed rapidly out of the pool, then he ran to the back of the garage and crouched down, trying to hide as best as he could.

He was just in time as Karen's parents entered the backyard just as he slipped out of sight.

“I thought you were staying until tomorrow?” Was all Karen could think of saying.

“Your father got into an argument with your uncle Calvin, and here we are.” Her mom explained. As her father rolled his eyes, they started to bicker as they walked to the house, but her mom turned and asked, “How's the water dear?” “We're going to change and join you.”

Karen gave a glance and saw Marty wince as he heard this. The three women started around the garage to see what Marty was going to do, but he was already taking off across the backyard to the woods. He knew there used to be a footpath that went all the way across the woods, he just hoped it was still there.

The women couldn't help themselves from giggling a bit as they watched the naked man running.

“Now what?” Shelly asked.

“We go back to Marty's place and wait for him.” Karen said, and all three laughed as they piled into Shelly's car. “I'll be back later,” Karen called out to her mother, who was just coming out of the house.

They pulled into Marty's driveway and Shelly said, “I hope we didn't miss him.”

“Doubtful,” Christine said, “he was on foot and we are in a car.”

“And the trail is over grown now,” Karen said, “and his uncle put up a fence a few years back, that will slow him down a bit too.”

Now the women hurried into the woods and hid behind trees near the fence. Sure enough Marty had stopped running and now was barely jogging, when he got to the fence he stopped and just panted as he caught his breath. He looked at the fence and debated what to do with himself, it was old and very rough, the last thing he wanted to do was get a splinter in an comfortable area.

Marty looked up and down the fence row, but he saw it was too overgrown to go either way. He sighed and began to scale the fence.

The women watched from their hidden vantage points as Marty's climbing the fence left nothing to their imagination. At the top of the fence he very carefully swung his left leg over and then eased himself into position to bring his right leg over. He hopped down onto the path, but before he could go farther Karen, then Shelly, and Christine stepped from their hiding spots.

“Crap,” Marty muttered, more to himself than to them.

The three women blocked the path, and Marty had no desire to trample through the briars and most likely poison ivy that lurked there. He more or less gave himself up and meekly followed them back to his yard. He at first thought of running into the house, and then thought better of it, he would play their game and hope they tired of it.

But Marty had no idea how deep the urge to see him, or any man for that matter, naked ran in these three women. They would enjoy his compliance today, and still want more tomorrow, or the day after that. Marty might as well have given up wearing clothes whenever the three women were around him.

The end of part four.

When Tara met Tina-CFNM

Tara first met Tina during an interview for an internship at company Tina worked for. The interview went very well and the two women hit it off immediately. Tara was soon working with Tina as her assistant, and the two were almost inseparable during their shift and even on break.

During one lunch break they were watching joggers at a local park and Tara noticed Tina's intent stare as a cute young man jogged by. Tara went back to eating her sandwich but she noticed Tina sigh as she too went back to her lunch.

Finally Tara said, “I wish he wasn't so over dressed.”

Tina laughed and added “Me too.”

They began to talk about how much fun it would be to eat their lunch as they watched naked men jog by. They chatted and day dreamed about that issue before they had to return to work. Once at work they forgot about their lunch time conversation and busied themselves with the tasks at hand.

One day Tina suggested they go have lunch at a different location, “There's an old school that has been closed for a couple of years now,” she explained as she drove along, “Every now and then there will be a group of young men who run on the track.” She smiled and said maybe they will be there today.”

But there was no one anywhere around as the two women sat in the shade and ate quietly, until Tara broke the silence. “It may be worth it to come back and see if they show up sometime?”

Tina said, “Its worth a try, its not too far from work and its always so quiet,” she looked around the neighborhood and other than the abandoned school there were no other buildings or houses in sight. The two women ate their lunch there for the next week when on that Friday they drove up and saw a few cars parked near the old football field and track area. It was the young men.

Although they didn't know why the young men got together there to run, they were excited that they were in time to see them. There were a half dozen young men stretching before their jog around the track.

Tara looked nervously at Tina and said, “Can you keep a secret?' “I mean not to tell anyone?”

Tina looked at Tara quizzically and answered, “Sure, why?”

Tara just smiled and said, “Follow me.”

Tara walked up to the old fence that surrounded the track and said, “Hi guys, do you mind if we watch you run?” She was pouring on the charm, and obviously flirting with them. The young men stopped stretching one by one and came up to the fence attracted by the two women flirtations.

Tara calmly touched a prism type necklace as she spoke calmly and soothingly to the young men. Soon to Tina's amazement all of the young men stood as if in a trance and stared at Tara.

“Would you young men be so good as to run naked for us?” Tara asked brazenly, “You may leave your shoes on, but remove everything else.”

Tina nearly screamed as the young men all removed their shirts and then their shorts & underwear or jocks and stood there before the two women.

“Now you may run, but just in a circle near us,” Tara said.

Tina gasped as the young men jogged around that end of the track, circling around the goalposts on that end of the field and then back toward the two women.

“Oh my gawd!” Tina exclaimed as she watched a young mans penis bounce around as he jogged by.

“Shh,” said Tara, “Any sudden noise can break their trance.”

Tina put her hand over her mouth and quietly giggle, then she pulled out her phone and filmed the young men for several minutes. She also took several still photos of the event.

Tara looked at her watch and sighed, she calmly called the young men over to the fence and as they stood there she told them to get dressed which they did. Then she told them that when she clapped her hands 3 times they would wake up, but remember none of what just happened. She clapped her hands 3 times and then the young men came out of their trance, just as the two women said their goodbyes and headed back to work.

Tina excitedly asked Tara how she did that, but Tara only gave her half the truth, she didn't want to tell Tina anymore than that.

Back at work Tina spent a mostly unproductive afternoon as she watched the videos on her phone over and over.

She called Tara into her office and closed the door. “Do you think we could do that again?” She asked quietly.

“”Well yes,” Tara said, “But we will have to be very discreet,” “I can't take a chance on getting found out.”

Tina smiled and said, “if we are careful this could be a very fun internship for you.” “For us.” She added laughing.

The end of part one.

The cabin-CFNM

Part three

Over the course of the next two weeks, Marty and the girls became friends, although he was still pretty sensitive about their teasing in regards to their first encounters, he welcomed them over for evening camp fires and cookouts.

They also would come over to swim in the pond, but no skinny dipping, Marty made them promise, unless it was the girls who did the skinny dipping.

One afternoon they had arranged to get together and just hang out, since it was overcast and misty, they were to just play some games back at the cabin. Karen had come over first to tidy up then she and Marty walked back to the bridge to meet Christine and Shelly.

Marty was wearing his sweats and a t-shirt, Karen was dressed in a similar fashion. They were almost to the bridge when they heard cries for help.

Marty ran ahead to see Christine kneeling on the footbridge trying to help Shelly who had slipped on the wet bridge and was now clinging to one of the trusses under the bridge. It wasn't that far to drop, but the water wasn't very deep, if she landed wrong she could be badly hurt.

Marty wasted no time in assessing the situation, he climbed over the rail and reached out for Shelly, who was obviously panicked and nearly hysterical.

“What happened?” He heard Karen ask Christine.

“She slipped on the wet boards and slid right under the rail.” was the reply.

Marty took all this in while he reached out for Shelly with one hand. Karen grabbed his wrist to help him maintain his grip on the bridge and Christine was ready to grab anything she could to help. then things happened in a flurry, Shelly again in a fit of panic, grabbed for Marty's shoulders, but she missed and grabbed him around the chest, Christine then grabbed Marty's other wrist as his hand swung through the air trying to grab the bottom of the bridge. Shelly slipped down Marty's torso and she desperately clutched at his legs as she slid down, all this happened in a flash and as Shelly clutched at his legs she pulled Marty's sweats down around his knees.

Before Marty could say or do anything Shelly tried scampering up to safety, she was grabbing at anything close, naturally the closet thing to grab was the back of Marty's underwear. As she fell back toward the river below she took Marty's underwear and sweats with her.

Now Marty was hanging bottomless from the bridge looking down to she Shelly pop up from the water empty handed. She had let go of his clothes as she fell and now they were being swept downstream with the current.

Marty tried pulling himself up but was too tired from having been supporting Shelly too. Christine and Karen were doing their best to help, but as she grabbed his shirt to try and pull him up Marty lost his grip and he too fell into the river, leaning Christine holding his shirt, which she dropped as she saw Marty fall.

Luckily both Marty and Shelly had fallen into a deeper part of the river and the water had broken their fall. But once again Marty was naked around the three young women, with his clothes heading downstream.

Marty's first concern was Shelly and once he had helped upon the riverbank, he turned to look for his clothes. He saw a flash of white which he guessed was his shirt and began to chase it. The three young women followed along on the bank as Marty splashed naked downstream.

It didn't take long for the women to begin to giggle as they watched Marty's fruitless attempt to catch his duds. After several minutes of chasing Marty gave up, but as he tried to wade back upstream he found the current was too strong. He looked at the bank on his side of the river, but ti was too overgrown with brambles and briars to try and climb out there, he could barely see the girls through the undergrowth, although they could see him clearly enough.

They stifled their giggles as Marty fought to maintain his spot against the current.

“What are you gonna do Marty?” Shelly asked.

“Don't know yet,” Marty managed to get out. He could float downriver, but that would mean getting out by the bridge and then walking naked along the road to his house. He looked across to the state side of the river and saw there was more of a cleared area. If he could make it across the river he could walk back and cross the footbridge.

That was what he decided to do. The three women watched him wade across to the other side of the river and scramble up the riverbank, which proved difficult and he slipped a time or two before he managed to get out. Now he was not only naked, but muddy as well.

Since the weather was cloudy and wet Marty didn't meet anyone on the path to the bridge, but he was in plain sight for the three women pretty much the whole way, and they didn't let any chance go by without getting a good look at him.

They met him as he crossed the footbridge, and when he covered himself with his hands Karen laughed and said, “Don't you think its a little late for that Marty?”

Marty just grumbled at her and he headed for home, accompanied by the trio of happy women. As they entered the yard Marty took a beeline for the cabin, but Karen called out stopping him.

“You're not going in the house like that,” she said, “You're a mess, go shower in the barn.”

Marty knew she was right, he was splattered and caked with mud, and he would make a huge mess in the cabin. He beat the girls to the barn and shut the door, thinking he was finally alone, but he had barely gotten into the shower then he heard the door and suddenly the barn was filled with the outside light. Sure enough as he peered out the shower enclosure he saw the three of them standing there.

Marty finished showering and cracked the door open just enough to reach his towel, but not really much of a surprise to him, the towel was missing. He looked toward the trio and winched, there was his towel, hanging over Shelly's shoulders.

“You don't mind do you?” Asked Christine, “Shelly was cold from falling into the river.”

Marty sighed, and then made a break for the house.

Christine started to follow, but Karen said, “Relax, he'll be back.” And she held up the keyring with the house keys on it.

As the women walked through the door of the barn, they saw a beaten and utterly defeated Marty walking back to them, his arms dangling at his side. No matter what he tried, he knew he would be spending the rest of the day, naked, being the object of his friends attention.

The end.

The cabin-CFNM

Part two

The back border of Uncle Harry's land was a river that wound its way south, then turned back to the east and followed that boundary until it crossed under a bridge along the road. Marty knew there was a state campground on the opposite riverbank, but his land was posted as private property, at least it had been, but the sign had fallen over the past winter and was now lying face down on the ground.

So on the day Marty went back to inspect the pond he had little concern for anyone coming onto his property. The pond was at the bottom of a hill, and on top of the hill was an old footbridge that crossed the river to the campground. At the other end of the footbridge was a landing where campers could fish, or launch canoes, but the sign on the gate clearly stated 'Park Employees Only”.

However two young women who worked at the campground and were new to the area were out exploring on their day off and came to the bridge.

“Shat do you think?” Asked Christine.

“Well we are park employees,” answered Shelly, “Lets check it out.”

Marty was already at the pond and looking over the raft that he had played on with his brother so many years ago. It seemed to be in great shape as it was on blocks which protected it from the ground. Marty started to move the raft to the water to see if it still floated, but as he guided it off the blocks his shorts caught on the raft and as it fell it ripped the inseam of his shorts from the bottom of his left leg all the way to the top of his right leg.

Marty swore under his breath as he looked down at his favorite shorts and saw his privates hanging out. He finished dragging the raft to the water and pushed it out into the pond. Marty looked down at his shorts and took then off, after all they weren't doing him any good right now.

Just as Marty was taking off his shorts the two young women were reaching the top of the hill. Christine reached the top first and spotting Marty she quickly pulled Shelly down and motioned her to be quiet, then the two of them peeked over the hill and watched as Marty waded out into the pond and finally dove in.

They both smiled broadly at their good fortune and crept closer, hidden by small trees and brush that covered the hillside. They watched as Marty positioned the raft into place and then climbed up onto it, then dropped the anchors that would hold it in place. Once satisfied Marty dove off the raft and swam around a bit then climbed back onto the raft and dove in again and again until he climbed upon the raft and laid down for awhile.

Marty might have dozed off, or maybe he was just resting his eyes, but either way the two young women couldn't resist moving down along the edge of the pond to where Marty's shorts were. They gathered his shorts and his shirt and then stepped back into the brush to hide.

They didn't have to wait long before Marty stood up and dove back into the water and swam to shore. As he waded out of the water he walked right toward the two women's hiding spot. He looked around trying to find his clothes and he was so close to the women they almost thought they could reach out and touch him, but of course they weren't that close.

Marty scratched his head and looked around the beach one last time, then he sighed and started walking back up the path to the cabin.

Christine and Shelly quietly followed, keeping hidden form Marty, but close enough to still watch him as he strolled along the path completely naked. At the edge of yard they stopped and watched as Marty walked up to the porch and to the front door, but he stopped and looked back at the woods surrounding the yard. He seemed to be looking right at them, but they knew wasn't, they both wished they were closer, but they got an eyeful just the same.

They smiled at each other and headed back to the campground, “That was fun,” Christine said, as Shelly nodded and laughed. They kept Marty's clothes for a keepsake.

For the next week whenever the two young women got a chance they would sneak back to the pond to try and catch Marty, but they were never lucky enough to. Had they known that Marty wasn't the type to skinny dip very often, they may have found better use of their time, but they were determined to catch him again.

One day after Marty had been clearing brush around the edge of the yard, he hauled it back to the pond to burn in the fire pit. It was hot dirty work, and after most of the brush had burned down, Marty decided to cool off. He stripped down and went for a dip, a skinny dip at that.

Shelly had noticed the smoke first, and pointed it out to Christine just at the end of their shift working in the office. They hurried to the back of the campground, and ran down the trail and across the footbridge to make sure everything was alright. They arrived just in time to see Marty begin to strip down to swim. They were thankful everything was okay, and even more thankful they got to see Marty naked again.

They hurried down the hill side to get a better view careful to not alert Marty to their presence, and again they watched as Marty dove off the raft over and over until he laid down to catch some rays. Again they worked their way down hill until they got a chance to steal Marty's clothes.

They stashed them behind a bush and went back to spying on Marty. They were still enjoying their voyeurism when they heard someone coming down the path calling out to Marty.

Karen had stopped by unexpectedly, and not finding Marty in the house or the barn had started walking back to the pond. She was calling his name as she approached, smelling smoke she had guessed he was burning brush or something in the fire pit.

She was almost to the pond when Marty finally heard her calling. He quickly dove in and swam toward shore, where once again he found his clothes were missing. He turned around and headed back into the water just as Karen came into view. She saw Marty's bare butt as he hurriedly dove in for cover.

“Marty, are you naked again?” She asked laughing.

“Give me my clothes back please,” was all Marty said.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Karen replied.

Marty was about to say something else when Shelly stood up from her hiding spot and asked, “Who are you?” to Karen.

“Who am I?” Karen returned, “Who are you?”

Christine now stood up beside Shelly and said, “Yeah, who are you?”

Karen looked at Marty and said, “Who are they?”

Marty shrugged and just stepped into deeper water.

“We work at the state campground,” Christine said, “We saw smoke and came to investigate.” She looked at Marty and added, “We saw him skinny dipping and we couldn't resist watching.”

“But who took my clothes?” Marty asked.

Shelly laughed and said, “We did,” “Don't worry they're in a safe place.”

“May I have them please?” Marty asked in a pleading voice.

Christine smiled and said, “Maybe later, this is kind of fun.”

“You're trespassing,” Marty said, as if that would scare them off.

Karen looked at the two young women, and then at Marty as she said, “Marty you seem to get caught naked a lot.”

“No I don't” Marty began to say.

“I don't know,” Karen said, “This is the second time for me to catch you naked.”

“The second time for us too,” Shelly said.

Marty realized they must have been the ones who took his clothes last time.

“Can I please have my clothes now?” Marty asked again.

Karen sat down on the sandy area of beach and said, “What's the hurry Marty?”

Christine looked at Shelly and then sat down beside Karen. “Yeah, what's the hurry Marty?” She then extended her hand and introduced herself and her friend to Karen. As the women exchanged pleasantries, Marty stewed in the water.

“My clothes please,” he asked in an exasperated voice.

“Why get hung up on clothes all the time?” Shelly asked.

“You may as well come out and join us Marty,” Karen said, “Before you get waterlogged.”

Marty bristled at the women having the upper hand in this situation, nut there was nothing he could do, his clothes were no where in sight and he would have to walk past them to get home. He was still weighing his options when Shelly stood up and looked at the two other young women.

“We may as well join him,” she said as she began to take off her uniform.

“You mean skinny dip?” Christine asked in a concerned manner.

“No not skinny dip,” Shelly replied, “Just swim in out underwear.

Karen and Christine looked at each other and smiled, “Might as well,” Karen said, and soon they joined in with Shelly. Marty watched helplessly as the three underwear clad women were soon wading out to where he stood.

Despite his best effort to try and stay hidden by the water they were soon diving and swimming past him underwater, and there was always one of them between him and the beach. The one time he tried getting past them they gang tackled him and this led to even more embarrassment as they were not very careful where they grabbed him.

Finally the women tired of their game and waded to shore. Marty took the opportunity to bolt past them and run toward the cabin. All three of the women pursued him for a few yards, then laughing they went back to the pond and dressed, even though their underwear was still damp. They shook hands and agreed to try and meet up again and hopefully catch Marty naked.

Shelly handed Marty's clothes to Karen and then she and Christine headed back to the park, while Karen headed for the cabin, where she found Marty fully dressed and still angry.

Karen cooked him something to eat and eventually he calmed down to have a nice meal with her before she left.

The end of part two

The cabin-CFNM

Marty and his brother were the favorites of their great uncle, who had recently passed away. They both inherited a large sum of money, and co-ownership of their uncle's home, a very nice log home they always called 'The Cabin'. Uncle Harry, as he was known, had gotten rich off of a patent he sold to an auto maker, and later in life he sold a company he had started from scratch. All in all Uncle Harry was very well off, but he and his wife were childless, and Marty and Mark were the closest thing to children they had.

Marty's older brother, Mark, already was settled into a great marriage and a nice home, so the cabin naturally went to Marty.

Marty and Mark spent many of their summer weekends playing in the large yard and swimming in the pond that was near the back of the property, they also fished with their uncle along the river that bordered Uncle Harry's land. The cabin was nestled on a little over 20 acres, that was mostly wooded, except for roughly 5 acres that Harry had cleared around the cabin.

There was also a large pole barn that contained several of Uncle Harry's 'toys', mainly four wheel quad runners, a dirt bike, and other implements for taking care of the lawn & garden their Aunt Martha always grew.

The pole barn was insulated and had an upstairs office where Uncle Harry used to work from. It also had a bathroom that included a shower stall for when Harry finished yard work he could clean up without messing up Aunt Martha's floors.

Marty took a leave of absence from his job to get settled into his new home. Although it would add to his commute to and from work, he was determined to live there year round, but for now he had enough money in his savings and with the money he inherited he really didn't need to work at all for a few years, but Marty wasn't the type to loaf around and once he was settled in and enjoyed a summer off, he would return to his job.

For now though, Marty was excited to be pulling into the driveway of his new home. There was a moment of sorrow as he thought of his aunt and uncle not being there to meet him, they had both passed within the last year. From the road all that you could see was pine trees, but after entering the driveway the trees gave way to the large lawn, that now needed some serious attention.

Marty pushed the button on the garage door opener the lawyer had given him, along with the keys to the cabin and documents at the reading of the will. He pulled into the pole barn and parked his car far enough inside to allow him to get the mower out.

All Marty brought with him was a backpack with a few personnel items and a couple changes of clothes. As Marty walked to the house he made a mental list of what he would need to do first, the lawn was the first item on his agenda, since Uncle Harry always kept it well mowed and trimmed. As he stepped into the cabin, expecting a dusty, cobweb filled environment, he was surprised to find the cabin almost spotless, and smelling fresh. Marty didn't know it, but Uncle Harry had hired a local young woman to clean the cabin weekly, even after he became ill. He had set up automatic payments that would continue throughout the summer.

The fridge was empty, but the freezer had a few items still in it. There were a few canned food items in the cupboard, but he would need to go shopping soon.

Marty went back to the barn and checked the mower, the oil looked as if it had just been changed, and the gas tank was full. He fired it up and began to mow. The grass was so tall that he had to mow slowly and had the mower deck set on its highest level, but he kept mowing, stopping only to fill up the mower and get a drink now and then.

After a couple of hours the first round of mowing was done, he hooked up the lawn rake and gathered up the clippings, then he mowed again, this time cutting the grass to the desired length.

Marty was hot and sweaty and decided to shower in the pole barn rather than go into the house. He closed the door to the pole barn then stripped down and stepped into the shower. While he was in the shower, Karen, the young woman hired to clean the cabin stopped by to take care of the cabin. She lived close enough to ride her bike, and she parked it near the front door, then used her key to let herself in. She started her routine by going upstairs and dusting and straightening the bedrooms.

Marty finished his shower and then realized he didn't have a towel, he looked at his dirty clothes and decided there no use in drying off with them, he figured the walk to the house would allow him to dry off enough. He carried his dirty clothes into the cabin and sat them on the washer, then he remembered his backpack was still in his car. He was about to go get it but figured he may as well start washing his dirty clothes first.

Karen heard the noise downstairs and suspected a break in, she knew where Harry had kept his guns and cautiously got one of his pistols and crept downstairs. As she came around the corner she met Marty as he came out of the laundry room.

Both of them were caught by surprise, and Marty cupped his hands over his privates but Karen commanded he put his hands up, Marty tried to explain, but again she ordered him to put his hands up. Marty reluctantly complied, but blushed beet red as he did so. Karen was nervous and afraid, but even so she took a glance at Marty as he exposed himself by raising his hands.

Again he tried to explain, but Karen told him to shut up as she fumbled with her phone trying to call the police. Marty begged for her to listen to him and she finally gave in and told him to go ahead, but to make it fast.

Marty began by asking her if a burglar would bother mowing the lawn before ransacking the house, or coming into the house naked. Then he told her about inheriting the cabin from his uncle and just moving in today. “Besides,” Marty added, “If that's my uncle's gun he never kept them loaded.”

Karen looked at the gun in her hand, then at the naked man standing before her, she thought about what he had told her and let the gun down a bit, but as Marty put his hands down she again ordered him to keep them up until she figured it all out.

Marty stood there embarrassed until she asked him a few questions only a family member would know. At last she was satisfied of who he was and she put the gun down and apologized. Marty again covered himself with his hands and accepted her apology, but he was still naked and his clothes were in the washer, except for the clothes in his backpack. Marty turned and headed for the pole barn, followed closely by Karen, who kept apologizing, but in reality was enjoying being around the naked young man.

Marty asked if she minded, as he was still very embarrassed, but she either didn't hear him or was ignoring him, either way he was still naked in front of her. They got to the pole barn and Marty again was in for a shock, the door had locked behind him. His backpack was locked inside his car, which was locked inside the pole barn.

His exasperated look caused Karen to laugh, and Marty, although still sore about being held at gunpoint, also saw the humor, but not enough to make him laugh like Karen was.

They walked back to the house and began searching for the keys to the pole barn. The garage door opener was also locked in the pole barn, and Marty's car keys were on the bench where Marty had set them before he showered.

At last Karen found a keyring with several keys on it, they again went to the pole barn and began trying keys until they found the right one opened the door. Marty tried to shut the door before Karen could follow, but she was too close behind him and easily slipped through the door and into the pole barn.

Karen watched as Marty got his car keys and recovered his backpack, and then he quickly dressed. When he finished dressing they went back into the house and Karen went back to cleaning as Marty made a list of what he would need to stock the house. He also labeled the keys on the keyring to the best of his knowledge.

As Karen prepared to leave she offered to take Marty out to show him around town as a way of making up for her earlier mistake. Marty agreed and they made a date for shopping and lunch the next day.

The end of part one.

Tara's Beach CFNM

Tara had a special power she had inherited from her mothers side of the family.  She learned to control it and use it for her own pleasure.  Here is one of her stories.

Tara and a friend were camping one weekend, when they saw a fellow camper who apparently was camping alone. He was very handsome and spent most of his time on the water with his sail board.

Tara and Cindy enjoyed watching his well toned body as he would swing close to shore and then swoop out again into the deeper water.

“I wish I could get a good look at him,” Cindy said.

“What do you mean? Asked Tara, “We can see him quite well.”

“You know what I mean.” Cindy said with a wistful smile playing on her lips. Cindy knew of Tara's powers, and she also knew Tara had to be careful of how she used them. Then they watched as he man sailed off around the point and into a more isolated area of the park.

“C'mon,” Cindy said, “This might be our chance.

Somewhat reluctantly Tara got up and followed her friend as they jogged along the beach and around the point. By the time they got to the point the man was hard to see, just a speck on the water, but he turned and started working his way back toward them.

He was having a more difficult time working back against the wind and had to tack to and fro to make any headway. He was tiring quickly and made for the small beach area near the two women so he could rest.

Excitedly the two friends watched as he approached. When he made it to shore he dragged his board up onto the sand nearly collapsed from exhaustion, the two women helped to an area where he could sit down and catch his breath.

Once they were sure he was all right Tara clouded his mind so he wouldn't realize what she was doing. Then she focused on his trunks and made the thread on his inseam unravel. This was thrilling to the two young women as they got a good look at the mans private area.

Then Tara decided that this wasn't enough and she made his trunks just disappear!

Now they had a great chance to check him out as he sat there in a stupor. They enjoyed their little peep show for several minutes and then Tara returned his trunks to his body. Cindy was amazed at Tara's power, but was also glad that Tara didn't repair the inseam.

Tara unclouded his mind and the young man became more cognizant of his surroundings. When he realized his trunks were ripped wide open he stood and tried to cover himself the best he could. Tara and Cindy pretended not to notice, but they had to smile as the man turned red from embarrassment. He figured he must have ripped his trunks on his sail board, and never knew what the girls had done to him.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful, but that was okay as they had some pleasant memories to relish for a long time.

Robbed-CFNM

Just a story idea I never finished.

Mick got picked up in a bar by a nice looking woman who drove him out into the countryside, but instead of having a good time, she pulled a gun and made him strip.

Then she left him stranded, naked and alone.

Band CFNM by Dale Gussy

Band-CFNM

I had just finished playing a set with a friend's band and I got a drink and sat next to the stage to relax before our last set. An attractive blond came up and sat down at the table with me.

“You play very well,” she said.

“Thank you,” I replied, “I try to do my best.”

“I'm Deb Cocker,” she told me, extending her hand.

I shook her hand and said, “I've heard of you,” “Don't you have a new CD out?”

“Yes,” she said smiling, “That's what I want to talk to you about,” “We are going on a mini tour, just regional stuff, and we need a lead guitarist.” “Would you like to audition?”

“Well yeah, but I work full time,” I told her, expecting that to be the deal breaker.

“Most of the gigs are within driving distance, and the ones that aren't usually are on weekends,” she looked for my reaction, “A couple of Thursday Night gigs opening for national acts,” “But mostly Friday and Saturday as the headliner in clubs and casinos.”

“My work schedule is flexible,” I explained, “I work for my uncle, he's a musician too.”

“Do you have a card?” She asked.

I gave her a card from my last band and she told me she would call me about the audition. It was time to play again. She stayed for a few songs then she left. Id didn't think any more of it until she called Sunday afternoon.

She gave me an address for the audition site and said “Tuesday Night, about seven,” “Plan on an hour or two.”

The audition went well, and I met the rest of Deb's band, all females, and they were all excellent

musicians. We gelled right off the bat and before the night was done I was offered the position of lead guitarist for the mini tour. The pay was good and we would have roadies carrying all our gear, and at every venue we would be using house lights and P.A.

We were to have two weekends of marathon rehearsals over the end of April to prepare with one weekend off before the first gig in case we needed more practice. The only possible problem was with my girlfriend, but I had discussed it with her beforehand, just not the practice schedule. We would be about 3 hours away at Deb's agents studio and condo. I would leave Friday Morning and not get back until Sunday Evening.

I told Deb of my concerns and she asked if we were serious, “We're engaged,” I answered.

Deb just nodded and said, “Let me know as soon as you can.”

I talked it over with my girlfriend and she suggested I do it, and save as much of the money as possible for the wedding. I called Deb and told her it was a go. The following Friday I met up with the rest of the band and we headed north for the rehearsal.

“I didn't book a room yet,” I said as we drove along.

“No need,” Deb said, “There's plenty of room at the condo.”

“I don't know how that will look,” I said, “All of us staying in the same house.”

“We may have to share a room on the road too,” Deb said laughing.

I hoped she was kidding, but I didn't bring it up again.

We got to the condo and unloaded our back packs, then we drove around to the studio and carried our instruments in. Everything was supplied or already there for us. I had a choice of 3 different amps, two of which I would be using on the road.

We jammed for a while to get used to the sound of the room and the new gear, it took me a little bit of time to get a sound I liked, but once I found the right settings I was off and running.

Although Deb played some piano, she preferred just singing, the rest of the band was Laura on bass, Sue on drums, and Rhonda on rhythm guitar and keyboards. Rhonda was a big help om chord voicings and arrangements. We worked on a 40 minute set that we would play when we were the opening act, the next practice we would augment that for a 90 minute headline set.

We did a few covers that we knew would get people on their feet, but mainly we worked on the material from Deb's CD's. Her first CD was good, but her second CD was great, and we were all excited to get our show down and hit the road.

We didn't stop until that evening, we wolfed down a couple of pizzas and relaxed with some wine. Deb brought a tray into the room and sat it down, then she handed me a glass and toasted our tour.

I don't usually drink wine, but this was very good. Deb poured me a second glass and we started to talk more about the tour, when I began to get very tired. Deb came up and smiled at me, she took the half empty glass from my hand and sat it aside. I tried to talk but all I did was make gurgling noises, then I was out.

I woke up the next morning in a strange room and in a strange bed. I started to sit up, but my hands were tied to the head board, and my feet were tied as well. I must have made some noise because soon Deb came in.

“Oh good you're up.” She said smiling.

I tried to shift around on the bed and that's when I realized I was naked too.

Deb started to pull the covers down but I stammered, “Don't,” “I'm naked!”

Deb laughed and said, “I know silly,” “Who do you think undressed you?”

I could tell I was blushing when I said, “Please untie me, I have to pee.”

“I figured that,” she said, “We're prepared.” Then she pulled out a urinal and held it up for me to see.

“I can't use that tied to the bed,” I said.

“Allow me,” she said, then she reached under the covers and slide the urinal in with her other hand. I started to complain and she said, “Tut, tut,” “I know how to do this,” Then she put the urinal between my legs and lifted my penis into it, all without peeking, at least I don't think she did. Then after I finished she took the urinal and emptied it and rinsed it, then she came back to sit on the bed. She toyed with the covers as I pleaded with her to untie me and give me my clothes.

“Not yer,” she said, “Do you know my real name?”

“Deb Cocker,” I answered.

“No,” she said, and she smiled broadly, “and its not my stage name either,” she laughed and said, “I was called cocker long before I started singing.” She reached under the covers and gave me a little squeeze. I don't know where she was going with this as we were interrupted by the rest of her band coming into the room.

“Now comes my favorite part,” she said, “We call it the unveiling.” I protested, but it was no use. “Relax,” Deb said, “this is just a little initiation I put all my band members through.” The other girls nodded and smiled. Then Deb and Rhonda started to pull the covers back.

Rhonda lifted her side up and took a little peek.

“C'mon,” someone said, “Hurry up.”

The other girls moved closer to get a look.

Then they pulled the covers back completely.

“Nice,” Rhonda murmurred.

Next thing I know they were all rubbing me all over, my sides and my thighs, I must have turned beet red.

I laid my head back and sighed, this was so embarrassing, but at the same time it was very pleasurable too.

Then Deb shocked me by grabbing my penis and gripping tightly.

“This is why they call me Cocker,” she said smiling.

“Should we let him get dressed today or make him practice in the nude?” Deb asked the girls, and they all laughed.

“Its almost a shame to let him get dressed,” Rhonda said.

“Well we do have work to do,” Deb sighed, as she and Rhonda untied me.

I was mad and ready to call the whole thing off, but I would have been stranded without a ride. And all they really did was play a little prank on me. I didn't think it would happen again. They gave me my clothes and left as I dressed.

After breakfast I had calmed down and nothing was side about the incident again. Although I did have a visitor that night. I felt a naked body slip into my bed, and as much as I tried to fight the urge we ended up making love. I knew it was wrong, but I'm only human.

The end (for now)

Music box CFNM

Tara was enjoying a visit with her cousin, who also had the 'power' and was more advanced than Tara. They were chatting about different aspects of their secret ability when a friend of Tara's came by.

Brent was someone Tara was interested in, but he seemed to think of their relationship as strictly platonic, even so Tara held out hope.

Brent had stepped into the next room when Shannon asked about him.

“We're just friends,” Tara said, “Right now anyway.”

Shannon asked Tara if she liked him, and Tara told her she did.

“He is very attractive,” Shannon said, “Is he well equipped?”

Tara blushed and said, “I don't know, we're just friends after all.”

Shannon reached into her purse and pulled out a small music box, “Call him back in here for a moment.” She said, and Tara called for Brent to come back into the room.

Brent stood in the doorway smiling, as Shannon showed him the music box and began to talk to him in slow even tones, she ended by saying, “This little music box plays a very unique but pleasing melody,” “Don't you think so?”

Brent stared blankly and flatly replied, “Yes.”

Shannon went on saying, “Whenever you hear Tara play this music box, you will go into a trance and do whatever she asks,” “Is that clear?”

Shannon handed the music box to Tara, then she looked at Brent and said, “Please remove you clothes Brent.” And to Tara's surprise Brent stripped right there.

After he stripped, Brent stood there before them, he stared blankly as they admired his naked body.

Brent held his hands over his privates until Shannon asked him to relax and drop his hands to his side.

Tara smiled broadly as she looked him over, and as Brent stood there naked, Shannon gave Tara a quick lesson in mind control. She cautioned Tara though to use only key sounds that would not be heard in everyday life, hence the unique song on the little music box.

After several minutes Shannon told Brent to get dressed and not to remember any of this episode. Then she snapped her fingers twice and Brent woke up.

Later in the week Tara was again visited by Shannon and Brent came by again. Shannon suggested Tara try using here mind control and within a few seconds, Brent was in a trance and had striped down for the visual pleasure of the two women.

Unbeknown to Brent, he spent several afternoons entertaining Tara over the course of their friendship.

The end

Hijacked-CFNM

Two young men were traveling through Ladiston, and stopped to fill their car at one of the local gas stations. As one of the young men went in to buy something to eat and drink the other pumped the gas. When he finished he joined his friend inside the store, after they paid for their purchases they returned to their car only to find two young attractive women sitting in the car.

One sat in the drivers seat with the door open, the other sat in the back seat.

As the first young man approached he looked at the woman in the drivers seat and asked what she was doing.

“I like your car, can I take it for a drive?” She said coyly.

“We're kind of in a hurry,” he answered, “We still have a long drive ahead of us.”

The young woman turned slightly and put her left foot onto the ground, but her skirt rose up enough for the young man to see she wasn't wearing any underwear. She slowly pulled her skirt up to show him again that she was going commando, and she smiled at him and licked her lips.

“Well I guess a little drive wouldn't hurt,” he said eagerly. He got into the passenger seat, while his friend got into the back seat. He handed the young woman the keys and she drove off down the road.

They chatted idly as she drove several miles into the countryside. Neither of the young men noticed a mini van following them. Finally the young woman turned onto a two track trail that led into the woods. Still the young men didn't worry, they were hoping for a chance to get laid, plain and simple. The mini van turned onto the trail and followed them from a distance.

When they reached the end of the trail she stopped the car and got out, as did the others. They were deep in the woods, but near a clearing close to the river. Neither young man made a move, waiting for the women to be the first to reveal their intentions. That's when the mini van pulled up and several other young women got out.

“What's going on?” One of the guys asked.

“We just want to have a little fun,” said the first woman.

The groups of women surrounded the young men, and then in an instant they jumped in and wrestled the two young men to the ground. Despite their best to defend themselves the young men were overpowered and soon stripped completely.

The women laughed as the young men tried to fight back, and then the men watched the first woman gather up all their clothes and walk to their car. She opened the hood and put their clothes into it. She then rolled up the car windows and locked all the doors, she walked back to the trunk and grabbed one of the guys cell phones, the she dropped the keys in and closed the trunk.

Now the women half dragged and half carried the two young men to a couple of trees on the edge of the clearing, where they tied them securely to a tree. The women laughed as the guys struggled against their bonds, while the women snapped pictures and took some video.

“Now,” said the first woman, “isn't this fun?”

The first young man swore at her and she acted hurt, then laughed and used duct tape to cover their mouths. She took off her gloves and both men realized the reason both women had worn gloves, no fingerprints. She cupped the first guys balls in her hand and gave them a slight squeeze, then she playfully flipped his penis from side to side. She did the same with the other guy, and a few of the other women also took part. The most popular move was gently slapping the guys penis back and forth and watching them wince.

After what seemed like hours to the two men, but in reality was less than an hour, the first woman took the cell phone and dialed 911. When the dispatcher answered the woman gave them a rough location and said that two young men were exposing themselves in the woods, she also told the dispatcher about an abandoned car at the scene.

She left the phone on as the other women got into the mini van. She pulled the duct tape off the guys mouths and sat the phone in front of them. Both guys started screaming to the dispatcher, who tried to make out what they were saying, and she attempted to get them to calm down. All the while the mini van disappeared up the trail.

Long after the mini van had left a Ladiston patrol car pulled up and two female officers got out. They tried to hide their amusement, but couldn't help from smiling broadly at the two naked men tied to the trees.

As they released the young men they began to question them about what had transpired, both of the young men were more interested in getting their clothes back from the locked trunk, but the officers insisted on getting the facts first. When the officers were satisfies they had all the info they needed they turned their attention to the car trunk, but without the key they couldn't open it.

“We're going to need a locksmith,” one of the officers said, then she made a call on her cell phone.

“Hello, Heather?” She asked, as the young men groaned, the last thing they wanted was another woman to see them naked. “We have a car out on Millers Trail with the keys locked in the trunk,” she smiled at the two you men covering themselves with their hands, “Okay, we'll see you in about 20 minutes.”

“Are you going to file charges?” The officer asked.

“You bet your ass we are,” said the first young man, “Sorry for my language ma'am.”

“No offense taken,” the officer said, then she added, “of course we will need to keep the evidence until the investigation is complete.”

“Well first of all your car, and everything in it,” she said, “We would go all through it for prints or anything else,” she noticed the guys demeanor change dramatically. “Its not a high priority, nothing was taken so its not a robbery...”

“What about kidnapping?” One of the guys asked.

“Did you accompany these women on your own, or were you forced?” The officer asked.

“We came on our own,” the guys admitted.

They were interrupted by a small pickup truck with a locksmith sign on the door. A middle aged woman got out and smiled at the two naked men trying to hide behind the police officers. In a matter of minutes she had the trunk unlocked and the two guys rushed forward to grab their clothes.

“Hold on,” one of the officers said, she then found their ID's and checked to make sure the men were who they said they were.

“Now can we get dressed?” One of the guys asked.

“Well your clothes are evidence,” the officer said, “If you are going to pursue this we will have confiscate them for clues.”

“What do we do in the meantime?” Said one of the guys, “Stand around naked?”

“Well yeah, I guess so,” the officer said. Heather stood by and took all of this in, trying not to laugh.

“We don't want to press charges,” one of the guys said, “We just want to get out of here.”

“Its up to you,” the officer said, then she added, “We'll stay here and make sure you can get out all right.”

The guys suspected all three women were just hanging around to watch them get dressed. As soon as the guys were dressed they hopped into their car and turned around. Then they followed Heather and the patrol car up the trail. When they got to the main road they made their way for home.

In the patrol car the officers phone rang, it was Heather, “How did the dash-cam come out?”

“Not too bad,” the officer said, “We'll make sure you get a copy, just like last time.” Then they made plans to meet later that night at Heathers Diner. Heather had several businesses in Ladiston.

That night in the back room of Heathers Diner, the two off duty policewomen, Heather, and a group of young women who had taken part in the day's activities, gathered to watch videos the young women had taken, and the video from the dash cam. They all laughed at the two young men's plight and embarrassment.

Heather looked at the assembled group and said, “I think this is the best one yet.” And most of the other women agreed.

The end

A typical day on Lake Ladiston-CFNM

Its very common to see various CFNM scenarios on Lake Ladiston, especially if its with males that are unfamiliar with Ladiston itself. Many male guests and visitors to Ladiston find themselves in very embarrassing situations much to the delight of the local ladies.

One very common trick involves water skiing, its often where the females are driving the boats with the males skiing, one of the ladies will discreetly loosen the drawstring on the guys swim trunks while another is helping him with the skis. This may seem farfetched, but its not surprising that the Ladiston women are very adept at this type of thing.

Once the skier is up on the skis the boat driver picks up speed and then heads for some rough water, usually crossing the wakes of other boats, or just making very tight turns. There are usually a second boat working in conjunction with the first boat, and they will help create some rough water, then they will hang back ready to sweep in at the right moment.

As soon as the guy hits the rough water and falls his trunks, that have been loosened, sometimes are swept from his body. This is where the second boat will sweep in and grab the trunks is possible, while the skier treads water. Of course if the skier is in any distress they would assist him, but that is seldom the case.

The first boat will come up to get the now naked skier who will be forced to climb into the boat naked since his trunks have vanished. He has little choice but to leave the cover of the water, and has to endure the rest of the boat ride naked in front of the other women on board. Some times the men are kept naked for extended periods of time if the women can get away with.

Here is a few pics of the skiing trick.

Real CFNM story

Patti, a friend of mine, relayed this true story to me about a CFNM incident she and her sister, Deb, got to take part in when they were younger.

We had been discussing the fact that there were too few real CFNM experiences, unless you consider going to male strip revues, and how most CFNM experiences had to be created or set up in advance.

Patti laughed and told me she had this same conversation when she and Deb were still at home, although out of high school. Deb had admitted running through the boys locker room once on a dare after P.E. Class, but she ran so fast and was so worried about getting caught she didn't stop to look at anybody.

The two sisters wanted very much to have an experience with a naked boy, they didn't call it CFNM back then though, and made plans to set one up with Patti's boyfriend, Dale, at a nearby gravel pit. 

Deb was the oldest of the group at nearly 21, while Patti and Dale were between 19 and 20. The three of them would swim there sometimes, although there was a swimming pool right across the road from the girl's parents they were allowed to use whenever they wanted, the gravel pit gave them more privacy.

They would usually lay out towels on the grassy area near the small beach that laid between two lines of brush and small trees. The pit itself was hidden from the road on a dusty trail that wound down near the water's edge.

Dale was a good swimmer, but not as strong of a swimmer as the two sisters who had been on their schools swim team. The girls executed their plan to near perfection. Deb entered the water first and swam out several yards from shore Patti followed Dale into the water and as soon as he was far enough out for the water to be over his head, she caught up to him and tugged at his arm.

Dale stopped swimming and faced Patti as they both tread water.. Patti slipped her arms under his and pulled him close, kissing him passionately. Dale hugged her and kissed her back, kicking a bit harder to stay above water. His mind was probably distracted by Patti's breasts pressing into his chest.

At this time Deb sneaked up and silently dove underwater behind Dale, and in one swift move grabbed his trunks and pulled them down and then all the way off. Patti kept Dale from reaching down to prevent Deb from taking his trunks and also from being pulled underwater by Deb's actions.

Dale tried to swim after Deb, but in the first moment of confusion on his part Deb had already made shallow water and was heading to the beach with Dale's trunks clutched in her hand. Dale was mad and embarrassed and turned to face Patti again who was laughing at his reaction. Patti peeked into the water but Dale quickly covered himself with one hand and began his attempt to swim to shore with one hand.

Patti followed close behind checking out Dale's bare butt as she did. Once Dale reached shallower water he stopped, the water provided some cover, and he was far too shy to leave his water sanctuary.

Deb had ran back to the car and now returned to the beach, she ran into the water and then dove swimming very close to Dale. The two sisters kept trying to get a good look at Dale, but he kept his hands covering his privates and they had to satisfy themselves with just a quick glimpse or two of his butt. Patti thought about trying to drag Dale into deeper water so he would have to use both hands for swimming, but decided against it. She didn't want Dale to drown after all.

After several minutes of swimming past Dale and peeking at him the sisters left the water and began to taunt Dale about having to come out of the water eventually and for him to just give in. 

This only added to Dale's anger and made him more determined to stay in the water until they gave him his trunks back.

Finally Deb said; “Suit yourself, but unless you want to walk back naked you'd better come out now.”

She slipped on her shoes and Patti followed her lead, not sure what Deb had in mind. Dale watched from the water and waited, he was sure they were just bluffing and would give him his trunks back soon.

Dale heard the car start and saw the tail lights as Deb backed up. Patti leaned out the window and yelled, “Come on unless you want to walk”.

Deb inched forward and Dale realized they might be serious, he didn't want to leave the water, but he also didn't want to be left there naked. He made up his mind and quickly waded to shore. He grabbed his shoes and ran toward Deb's car, carefully keeping himself covered with his left hand as he did so.

Deb drove slowly, but faster than Dale could run as she and Patti kept looking back at the naked young man chasing them. At one or two points in the pursuit Dale would use both hands to run faster, but these were brief moments as his modesty dictated he cover up. Patti wasn't sure if Deb saw those brief glimpses in the rear view mirror, but Patti took them all in.

When she was almost to the road Deb coasted to a stop and allowed Dale to get in the back seat. Both girls got a good look at him when he did that, but he didn't realize it.

“Where's my suit?” Dale demanded.

“In the trunk,” Deb replied, smiling.

Dale fumed and demanded they give him his swim trunks, but the girls just laughed, and Patti pointed out he was very dirty being covered in dust from chasing the car; “You need a bath,” she said.

Dale looked down at himself and saw the dirt that had clung to his wet skin, this only added fuel to his anger, but just as he was about to say something, Deb turned onto their road, they were a half mile from their house. Patti reached under the front seat and pulled out Dale's trunks.

Deb slowed the car and watched in the mirror as Dale struggled to get his trunks on over his dusty somewhat muddy skin. Patti watched smiling from the front seat as Dale's modesty was sacrificed in order for him to dress quickly.

As Deb pulled into the driveway, Dale hopped out before the car had come to a complete stop. He went right to his car and would have left immediately if he had his keys, but he had to wait for Patti to get his clothes from the spare room where he had changed to go swimming.

He had calmed a bit after she returned, but still left abruptly and it took several days before he would talk to Patti again.

The end.