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