\n\t\t\t\t\tnuzzo was hosting. It cost a pretty penny, but after some debate, I decided to get Perci to join in on the fun, because she loves being around naked women just as much as she loves being a naked woman.Glad I nabbed this when I did too, since the artist mentioned they were leaving FA. No idea why, but I’m sure they have their reasons. Best of luck to them, wherever they end up.
And as always, big thanks to
\n\t\t\t\t\twellifimust for proofreading.And shoutout to
\n\t\t\t\t\tZelianda \n\t\t\t\t\tChromeFox \n\t\t\t\t\tKazee \n\t\t\t\t\tVulfox and \n\t\t\t\t\tCaleoDrahirit for also participating in the YCH.-----
Dance Naked Under Palm Trees
As the professor spoke about how Gramschi and Foucault shaped European philosophy, discussing topics such as cultural hegemony and death of the author, a black-furred poodle sat oblivious. Her eyes stared at the white board, but instead saw a burning bonfire against the black of night. The sounds of a chorus of forest nymphs, backed by crackling embers still rung in her silver-pierced ears. Excluding green, leafy garlands, their bodies were bare as Mother Nature had begat them. Their voices, while far from perfect, angelic nonetheless. Even months after that gorgeous summer night, that bonfire she and her temporary sisters sang and danced around still burned just as bright in her mind's eye. Until the collective cacophony of closing books and shuffling feet awoke her from her daydream, that is.
I'm gonna hafta borrow someone's notes, Perci sighed, shuffling her blank note pages into her knapsack.
Even as she walked back to the bus, memories of that one night in Rhode Island still flooded her head. Sure, it was far from her first clothing-optional hangout, but so much of it deviated from her norm. Leather replaced with leaves. Talk of science-fiction and fantasy was inaudible over the folk songs that echoed through the trees. No dommes to pull on the reins of the atmosphere. No rules or demands, just living in the moment.
And the women. Oh mother of mercy, the women. Perci loved men, but women had a certain… divinity, for lack of a better term. While most of her male partners were up for anything, there was a special connection whenever she was with the same gender—an understanding of each other frailty and struggles, the masks and barriers they've had to put up to survive in this crazy world, yet the trust and vulnerability to let them fall for just this moment and embrace you like a deity blessing their followers. Multiply that fivefold and one would understand why the black hound held so tightly to that experience—especially if it wouldn't be until next year that Traci and the girls would do it again.
Just like Perci, all the girls lived outside of the Ocean State. Plus, according to the Cornish Rex, the nights were already dropping to the 50s—way too cold for clothing-optional antics. Lingering on that, Perci checked the weather app on a whim: high 60s to low 70s for today. Not bad for late September, but the weeklong forecast predicted a drop to the low 60s sooner rather than later.
No school work due the next day. No prior obligations. Seemed like the perfect day to say “Fuck it” and do something to quell the thirst. She closed the weather forecast and opened Uber. The bus wasn't going to take her where she was going.
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Perci almost didn't recognize the forest trail as her driver pulled into the parking lot. Sure, the beginning indicators were there: the educational sign depicting all the indigenous wildlife, the half-rotted wooden bench next to it, and the small bridge over the stream. Still, they all looked different from the time she visited at night, when she knew no one would bother her.
Of course, the sunlight would provide better visibility, thus a higher chance of getting caught, but the call of the wild resonated in her head, louder than any comment sense, even with its voice muffled and choked by cotton and denim. With each step out of sight of the parking lot, nature's poetry flowed from one sense to another: the warm, earthy scents of pine and maple, the chirped hymns of feral orioles and blue jays, the soft soil cushioning her bare paws.
She had walked far enough. No ceremony to it, she flung her shirt off her body, not bothering to see where it landed. Her bra soon followed, shoving it off her shoulder with little bother toward the back hooks. Halfway accomplished, her hands danced around the buttons of her jeans until she unclasped both her fly and her tail notch. All that was left was a quick downward tug on her bottom wear until her jeans and undergarments were on the ground.
Not even ten seconds had passed between stopping on the trail and stepping out of her pant legs. She closed her eyes, raised her arms, letting the forest embrace her. Windy whispers caressed and stiffened her bosom. The pitter-patter of fauna in the trees let her know she was not alone. She took a breath in… a breath out… and slumped.
It's not the same, she concluded.
Sure, the student saw some satisfaction in her skyclad stature and sylvan surroundings. Still, she should've sussed out sooner that a state of solitude seldom scrounges up a sense of serendipity, especially the specific sensation of sisterhood she sought after.
Oh well.
Making the best of the situation, she marched on, abandoning the mess of clothes in the dirt and leaves. There was a silver lining to her isolation after all: privacy.
With no prying eyes, she was free to let her hands wander across her body. They started first along her midriff. As evolved as she was, her canine instincts would never let her pass up the chance for a belly rub. As she walked, she continued to tease the rest of her body, embracing and treasuring each limb's uncovered state: arms, shoulders, back, thighs, buttocks, (especially the buttocks) giving each one the firmest squeeze she could.
The rest of her body properly teased, her hands at last moved to her erogenous zones, her left hand twirling a finger along her areola. Meanwhile, she took smaller steps so her thighs wouldn't get in the way of her right hand teasing her clitoris.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she continued her casual machinations. Her mind lit up thoughts of lovers past and present. Oh, how titillating it would be if they all could join her.
Her breath grew uneven from stifling her moan. Sure, she was certain no one else was around, but she wasn't going to attract attention to find out otherwise. Maybe it'd be best if she headed back to the bench where she disrobed. Not only would she have a seat for proper masturbation, but some of her clothes could serve as a good muffler if she got too vocal.
Such an idea was put on hold, however. Something invisible in the air caused Perci's ears to perk up. The bird calls grew tropical. The scurry of squirrels became percussive. A frog's croak echoed out. The earth vibrated underneath her feet to an unidentified rhythm. Clarity came with an idle melodic bird call…
Wait! Was that… a flute?
…followed by the strum of a clean electric guitar.
Music! But where the hell is it coming from?
Like a siren's song, the soulful music pulled her by the ears and urged her forward. The beat of bongos, the sampling of violins, that soft voice:
Daaance naked under paaaaalm treeeeees…
Each intricate detail added to the mix, seducing her further as she approached the source. Her ears guided her off the beaten trail and into the trees. Leaves crunched underpaw, but the noise did little to dampen the alluring effect the acid-jazz ballad had on Perci.
At last, the trees parted to reveal a clearing. A cloudless blue sky hung over its reflection in a small, gorgeous lake. Between the trees and water, were a few square yards of flat, grassy land where two tents had been pitched. In front of them sat the trio of camping chairs and a portable speaker crooning out the poodle's summoning song.
Daaance naked under paaaaalm treeeeees…
Despite the homely sight, Perci had to pinch herself as she took the most eye-catching detail of all: the quintet of unclothed canine women that occupied the camp.
Two of them, a dog with a body of navy blue and a fox with a body of burning red, followed the instructions of the singer, accompanying the song with a slow dance of ice and fire in each other's arms, albeit under pine trees rather than palm trees. Meanwhile, a pair of foxes coated in their natural colors waded in the water in the midst of an intense splash fight. And the final member of the group, a lone jackal with black fur, decorated with golden tattoos, sat in the middle chair, peacefully watching the two duos at play, until she spotted the bare, black dog in her peripheral vision.
"Oh, hey! A new face!" she called out, jumping up from her seat.
With the anubian’s exclamation, the others turned to give the late arrival a wave before going back to their respective activities.
"You must be Mark's friend, right?" she continued, making a beeline to the canine.
"Eh, who?" she fumbled, realizing the fantasy before her eyes was now interacting with her.
"You know, Mark. From the Travasuns?"
"What's a Travasun?"
The woman paused mid-stride and cocked an eyebrow at the poodle.
Daaance naked under paaaaalm treeeeees…
"You don't know what the Travasuns are?"
"I just wanted to know where the music was coming from. I'm not disrupting anything, am I?"
"Wait… if you don't… why are you naked?" the other dark-furred canine asked.
"Well, I could ask all of you the same," Perci put her hands on her hips.
"Fair," she sighed. "Might as well give you the spiel."
"Spiel?"
As if someone had pressed play on an employee training video, she began: "The Long Island Travasuns are an organization dedicated to recreation for nudists and naturists alike. We plan hikes, barbecues, swim meets, bowling meets, camping trips, and other get-togethers where everyone can go as natural as they want. We are always looking for new members to join, so if you're curious about nude recreation, join our email list to get the latest event updates."
Perci stared wide-eyed at the jackal, deliberately processing all the exposition. Taking a peek past her a single characteristic of the group came to the forefront of her mind.
"Where are all the dudes?"
"Girl's day out."
"Oh… so… you all just strip and hang out?"
"Pretty much."
"Not gonna lie, that sounds kinda awesome."
"Interested?"
"Well… I wouldn't call myself a nudist per se, but I do like being naked."
"I can see," the (animal) replied, eyeing her up a down. "Speaking of, what happened to your duds?"
"Oh, er… so I did something kinda similar back in Rhode Island a few months ago. Bonfire with a bunch of girls wearing nothing but garlands… I guess you can chalk it up to nostalgia. Just wanted to…"
"Get out in the open one last time before summer's over?" the jackal finished for her.
"Exactly!"
"Heh, I get what you mean… Tell you what, how about I introduce you to the other and you can join in on the fun. That sound good?"
"You kidding? Hell yeah, that sounds amazing!"
“Awesome, I’m Caleo,” she stuck out her hand.
“Perci,” she shook.
With a new friend in tow, they both headed to the camp, “Hey, everyone! Come and meet Perci!”