0 comments/ 30511 views/ 2 favorites Brenda, Ted, & the Earthquake By: Fella101 (The following is based on a true story. "Brenda" is my sister in real life, and, believe it or not, very few details were exaggerated in making her decade-old story a narrative. Please enjoy.) As Brenda walked out of her airplane's cabin and through the gate which separated her from China, she was greeted by a wild cacophony of activity and business within the bustling airport. Her eyes rapidly investigated the expanse of people and shops, before settling on a backpack wielding man, surrounding by a bevy of teens like herself, holding up a sign bearing her name. His name tag cascaded lazily from his neck - it read "Dan." She smirked and picked her way towards him. It had been almost two weeks since Brenda had touched down in Shanghai, and the time passed so far had proven to be the most exotic 13-or-so days of her life. She had prepared meals for a schoolhouse full of children, learned Kung Fu moves along the Mongolian border, and had visited the temple that once hailed itself as the home of the Dali Lama. In fact, that's where she was leaving now. Smack dab in the middle of Tibet, she was heading into a quaint village to stay the night before her caravan would venture forth to Beijing, where they would all finally return to the United States. "OK, gang, listen up," Counselor Dan proclaimed as the groups van readily approached a village nearby. "We'll be staying the night in a hostel up on those hills-" his finger jabbed at a series of cabins checkering a steep, medium sized mountain. "It's a 3-4 minute hike up to the top. So if need be, you can change into hiking clothes somewhere private." Brenda was wearing tight jeans that clung to her every curve, so she was eager to change into her more comfortable, workout handling gym shorts. Minutes later, she found herself stripping down to her panties behind a tree. So did Ted. Ted was a 9th grader, three years younger then Brenda. She was a deliciously tanned brunette with medium sized but firm breasts and a large but tight and shapely ass. Ted had been teased and prodded by Brenda and her clique of traveling females after he had been caught with his eyes lingering on her bikini-clad rear end at a swimming hole just outside of Shanghai. Ted had taken a liking to Brenda. They had well-matched personalities and were both pretty attractive. Ted himself was a tanned, brown-haired kid with a decent, but certainly not spectacular, set of abs and muscles. He just couldn't overcome the age difference and his own perversion, which he figured had set him back a long time in terms of getting anywhere with Brenda. In short, he was indefinitely "friend-zoned." As Brenda tugged down her jeans inch by inch, Ted got an eyeful of her pink panties, which clung generously to her ass. That ass he desired so badly. And, as fast it had come into his view, she slipped on her blue, stretchy athletic shorts and his heavenly view was obscured. After a brief yet rigorous trek to the cabins, the teens were distributed by gender into various houses. Night descended on the sleepy Tibetan countryside, and with it came the ever-approaching curfew of 10 PM. Brenda took her bath late, just about five minutes before lights-out. She journeyed to the bathroom and whipped off every article of clothing.It was no five-star amenity. The tub was basically a very large wooden bucket filed to the brim with soapy, lukewarm river water. Reluctantly, she dipped into the bucket, her naked body quivering as a splash of unheated water slapped her on the left ass cheek. She got about shampooing herself, thoroughly massaging the chemical into the landing strip that had accustomed itself to her pussy. Just as she was plucking the conditioner bottle from the floor, a muted rumble reached her ears. Conversations in the bunk room ceased. Suddenly, a series of violent shakes disturbed everything not nailed to the floor. Brenda was sent flying on her side, the tsunami of river suds drenching her clothes and towel and pushing them to the far corner of the room. The cold cement floor didn't do many wonders to her naked hip. As the tremendous shakes gradually but surely faded away, she investigated a painful, purple-blue bruise running from the side of her stomach to her lower thigh. A hurried cacophony of boot-clad steps entered the bunk room beside the bathroom, and Counselor Dan's voice billowed in an obscured form through the wall. Brenda heard protests from her bunkmates, many of whom were in a state of undress. They all made moves to flee anyway, but Dan made a rushed headcount and fell short one girl. "You all need to go, NOW, to the foot of the mountain, go, go, GO! WHERE'S BRENDA?!" "Bathroom," a cluster of disappearing female voices answered as they jogged into the distance. Dan swung the door open, and gave Brenda the same demand. She whimpered and clung to her breasts and crotch tightly with her hands, desperately shielding her sex from this older man's unwanted eyes. He was briefly distracted by her wonderful body. At 18, did girls really have such hot curves? Dan quickly snapped out of it and went into emergency mode. "Either you go to the village naked or get killed by an avalanche, please, get moving!" Dan beckoned her as he jogged downwards to meet the forming line of caravan members making the sojourn downwards. Reluctantly, she ran to meet them, frozen in the awkward position of covering herself. Two minutes prior, Ted had found himself just preparing to ascend from his bath bucket. He glanced down at his pretty nicely sized cock, and then slightly upwards at his stomach. His abs had been getting well-defined over the summer, but some pockets of flab left over from childhood still, in his opinion, dissatisfied his chances with Brenda, The earthquake hit Ted's cabin with such ferocious velocity that a light bulb, dangling sleepily from the bathroom ceiling, snapped loose and crashed into pieces just to the teen's immediate left. The bulb's death awoke him from his bathing-induced daze and sent Ted into panic mode - which consisted of running outside in the complete buff. He joined the conforming ranks of the teens, and then looked down- his dick was out for the whole world to see. He stopped walking just at the head of the travel and put one palm over his penis and another over his ass crack. He decided this system would not work and dedicated both hands to his crotch. Humiliated, he left his butt free to the world. Ted joined the line immediately after Brenda, and his eyes immediately converged on the butt in front of him. Who did it belong to? Whose golden toasted skin would grace such a fine behind? Who's shining black hair gracefully cascaded down from her shoulders in such a manner? That's when Ted realized his crush was in front of him, without a stitch to cover her most personal areas. That's also when the revelation came upon Ted that he was also naked within the vicinity of his crush, and the thought of her viewing his naked body horrified him. But, his perversion was taking over. Focused on that oh-so-busty butt in front of him, an erection overtook his dick and it was practically bulging at the seams. The thought of being humiliated and nude in front a girl he was strongly attracted to strangely aroused him. Then, a shudder shook the earth and Ted to the bone. A low, growling roar was rapidly increasing in volume behind the group. Picking up the pace, they all turned nonetheless, and saw a wave of earth, rock and trees entomb the cabins and much of the mountainside. Thankfully, the tsunami lost motivation several feet behind the tail end of the caravan. Brenda started weeping - every personal item she had brought with her was now buried under at least 20 feet of avalanche runoff, and her wet, shivering naked body was out in the open for any audience to check out! Thankfully, Counselor Dan had all of the group's passports and visas. If the international paper had perished at the hands of the avalanche, the traveling youths would've spent another month in China going through a hellish diplomatic process. Ted, with his eyesight frozen on the remains of the hostel he was calling home, tripped on an unseen bump in the path. He was sent sailing downwards, crashing into Brenda. His cock rubbed against her ass, and because it was dripping wet, slid easily in between her buttcheeks. They both landed with a thud on the ground. Ted hurriedly got off of her and lifted her to her feet. She shockingly looked up and him, and then her gaze flung downward at his penis, ridiculously erect. Even amid her sobbing, she managed to chuckle, being rather impressed with the endowment of her companion. "Nice thing you got down there, Ted," she managed. "L-l-l-likewise," Ted responded, covering up with one hand and pointing to her uncovered landing strip with the other. "Oh!" Brenda clenched her pussy from Ted's view. Alone to her thoughts, she figured he had been behind her this whole time, checking out her ass! She scoffed, and if she hadn't been so focused on shielding her pussy and tits, would've crossed her arms out of utter disdain for Ted's flamboyantly perverted ways. Finally, the group reached the Tibetan village. Every single family, of course, was out of their homes, conversing with a small group of state-sanctioned scientists which had gotten together at the epicenter of the night's quake. She felt female eyes assessing her, male eyes indulging in her. A small Tibetan boy scurried toward Brenda and inquired about something in his native tongue, before slapping her hand away from her vagina. This was met with a humiliated gasp from Brenda, whose recently dried cheeks were once again graced with tears. The boy was promptly scooped up by his mother, who profusely spit out what must've been an apology in Tibetan. The march into the village went on, and, to her utter horror, past a regiment of People's Liberation Army troops. She could feel the Chinese fighting men watching her ass bob up and down with every step. Brenda could just see them desperately clinging for an inconsistency in her cover of her breasts and pussy, so that they could see some frontal corner of this foreign girl's nude form. On one side of the dirt road were males wielding Chinese knock-offs of Western assault rifles, on the other we're female doctors sporting aged medical equipment that, by the looks of it, dated back to the Chinese Civil War. Many of the medical personnel were your stereotypical attractive, young Chinese chicks. One with a face mask hugging her mug halted the line. She went down the row, asking in good English if anything hurt and where. She reached Brenda. "Oh my, come with me," the doctor requested as her eyes landed on Brenda's bruise, and so she was whisked away behind a shack, with two other female doctors in pursuit. Face Mask Girl bent down so that her face was exactly level with Brenda's butt. She gave the bruised cheek a nice long squeeze, causing her to shudder and break down into tears. "My, is the pain that strong?" "No, no... It's just that I'm completely naked in front of so many people - and your touching my naked body and-" the tears resumed. Dr. Face Mask rolled her eyes and continued about her work, examining the bruise, which extended from Brenda's buttcheek down to the immediate left of her vagina. She felt a ticklish prode right atop her clitoris, which sent a pleasurable shudder through every inch of her exposed body. She could not believe she was being felt up by an older woman in China. Brenda wouldn't be able to picture such a scene if you'd asked her two weeks ago. "You need to be very careful. No extraneous physical activity until it goes from a deep purple to, say... Light violet. Next!" Demanded Face Mask, PhD. And so sent the naked Ted behind the shack. The first thing the doctor noticed was his ever-present, gigantic erection. "Dear, how have the night's events excited you so?!" She nonchalantly let her gloved phalanges run wild along his staff and balls. An aide leaned forward and told her something in Chinese. "Oh yes, he was behind that other nude girl... OK, well is anything wrong?" Ted shook his head, shocked that his privacy had been so thoroughly invaded by this strange woman's hands. He backed away and continued onwards. A temporary meeting spot had been set up in the village center, where a couple of vendors distributed fruits and meats in the daylight hours. As Brenda and Ted searched their fellow American youth, they realized they were not alone - they were just the two most extreme cases of nudity. Some girls were topless, both their arms profusely clinging to breasts that were struggling to escape. Some were bottomless, the more sheltered ones dedicating one hand to each exposed end of her body, a practice which Ted found odd given its detraction from maneuverability. As for the fellas, most were just donning boxers. A few ladies were nude except for thin, damp towels. Unexplainable arousal had led to their nipples piercing hard against the surface of the translucent fabric that was all that came between their most personal regions and the prying eyes of others. Most girls in the group maintained good relations with Brenda, and expressed nothing but the utmost sympathy for her. Others relished in her humiliation. They purposely yukked and giggled hard while looking her way. Severed ties had been maintained between Brenda and Zoe since Brenda had pushed her into a zen pond at a Buddhist temple. Ted had been rendered to tears out of what he deemed the hilarity of the situation, and Zoe deemed it satisfying that he, too, was in the same state of undress. "C'mon, Brenda, show us your tits!" Called Zoe. "That's not funny," Brenda's were directed straight at the ground. "I'll make it funny, bitch!" Zoe charged from across the square. Zoe then separated Brenda's arm from her breasts and hand from her landing strip, managing to hold her shielding limbs at bay away from her. Ted got his first look at Brenda's breasts. They were pretty well sized - not large, but big enough, and very firm with small areolae. His mouth was agape as an army of girls stormed Zoe, who herself had only a towel to shield her sex. Zoe was very skinny- that doesn't do it justice, actually- she was deathly thin. She had the potential to be a knockout, with her flowing red hair and oddly full face, where some baby fat still survived. But she would need to pile on some meat on her bones before males would flock to her. The strong majority of girls in the caravan, whether they were friendly with Brenda or simply possessed a nagging feeling of sympathy in the pit of their stomaches, ran to aid their exposed companion. In the ensuing chaos, Zoe's towel was stripped of its owner. Her disrober waved it triumpantly above the heads of the receding crowd of females. Zoe looked down. Her ribs were now on display for so many people - her completely shaved pussy allowed for it to be fully proded by investigating eyeballs, her nicely carved but inadequately full ass was tickled by a lingering mountain breeze. She collapsed in a heap on the ground, sobbing. Her towel was tossed to Brenda, who wrapped it tightly around her body faster then you can say "revenge." Counselor Dan ran to investigate the excitement after being held up by the PLA regiment during the ruckus, and sympathetically told Zoe she'd get clothes soon, unaware of the violent manner in which she was stripped. Ted, still nude, accustomed himself to a rock in the corner of the Chinese bazaar. Brenda, not one to be selfish, especially to this pervert she called her friend, approached him and wrapped half the towel around him. Miscalculating her seat, her nude rear end landed right on his dick. This was met with a squeal, but Brenda decided she liked this spot, and sat there with Ted until the assholes at the Chinese Earthquake Administration finally distributed robes and sleeping bags to their American guests. This story was only a slightly factionalized version of true events that transpired during my sister's own backpacking trip to China as a teen in the early 2000s. She gave us the excuse that her belongings had fallen into the Yangtze River in a freak accident while the crew of a yacht was unloading cargo- and we believed her. The organization she traveled with never informed the family of this incident, and my parents and I only found out the truth recently. If you wish to read the factual report, google "evacuated naked experience project" and click on the first result.