0 comments/ 50047 views/ 1 favorites Nature Calls.... By: LadyMorgain It was almost 5 o’clock in the morning. I had stayed up late watching movies, and although exhausted, found that once again I couldn’t sleep. Unbelievable, I thought to myself, irritated at the arrival of my ever-present insomnia. I had thought that the medicine I had taken for my cough could have at least knocked me out, but all it had done was leave me feeling....well, restless. It was a warm night out, and, since I love nothing more than the Moon and the stars, I decided to sit on the back steps and relax under the peaceful night sky. As I went out and took my place, I realized that there was a breeze that carried a little chill to it. Wearing nothing but a night shirt and shorts, I didn’t grow cold, really, but there was a definite effect on my body. I glanced down to see my nipples visibly poking through the thin fabric of my shirt. I automatically glanced around, making sure that no one was out and about to notice me. Silly, I thought. It was the middle of the night, with not a soul in sight, and dark, save for the small amount of moonlight. But still, I felt as though I might be seen, and rather than go in, my nervousness turned into an erotic rush that fiercely flew through me. I briefly looked around again to be sure no one was there, and did what I hadn’t done in years, lifting my shirt up over my breasts. I leaned back onto my elbows and closed my eyes, breathing in the night air deeply, then sighing with pleasure as I felt the breeze swirl across my naked skin. My nipples became even harder, and a little shiver ran down my spine, as I once again experienced the tender caress that I had last felt in my youth, the carnal pleasure brought by Nature herself. I reached down and began running my hands over the cool skin on the inside of my legs. Slowly they worked their way up, and as they passed over my pussy, they discovered my shorts to be soaked. On up they traveled, over my stomach and around my breasts, finally squeezing my nipples. As I moaned a little, I realized that, compared with the rest of my body, my nipples were extremely hot. This turned me on even more. I was now lost, completely entranced by my need for sweet release, my overwhelming desire to feel Nature’s greatest gift to my the body and soul, right there, outside, in her very midst. I reached down with my right hand and pulled my shorts to the side with one finger as the others began to explore my wet center. They dipped down inside of me, then, covered with my juices, slid up over my clit, beginning a steady rythm. Every now and then, they would slide back down inside of me to wiggle back and forth, then back up to my vary hard button. I was so close, so very close, feeling the fire building up inside of me, my hips arching up and down against my hand..... I heard a noise from behind me! My hand flew away and my shorts slid themselves back into place as my other hand simultaneously jerked down my shirt. I turned around and looked in the house for a moment, finally satisfied that it had only been my mind. It suddenly occurred to me that what I was doing was pretty crazy, but at that point, with the state that I was in, I didn’t care. I resumed my former position and began to close my eyes, when I noticed that the kitchen light was off in the house on the other side of the alley. My heart pounded furiously, because I knew after living there for 5 years, that light never, absolutely never went off. I knew it had been on earlier, because as I had glanced around, I knew this to be “normal”, and had seen that no one was standing in front of the window. My eyes still half-lidded, I noticed a slight movement of the curtains. My mind was screaming for me to stop and go in the house....but I couldn’t. My hand worked faster, and I could feel my wetness begin to drip onto the concrete step below. I leaned back and thrust up my breasts, my mind finally allowing my body to take over. I completely let myself go, and gave into this stranger’s gaze, feeling their thoughts mingling with the flesh of my hand. Then I came, came hard, moaning out loud, hearing the echo of my passion fill the alleyway...Still, I couldn’t stop! My fingers were not my own as they slowed and continued in firm, slow, slow strokes back and forth over my come-soaked clit. I came again, and then again. Finally, I was satisfied, and slowly removed my hand and covered myself. I sat there for a second, never glancing over at that window, partly out of embarrassment, and partly out of fear....fear that I would once again be possessed to perform for this concealed unknown, and instead stared up at the sky. Finally, I was calm enough to get up and go back in the house.... This occurred just little more than an hour ago...I had to get it out, share this experience. And I do believe that I am ready to go to sleep now, and sleep better than I have in months. I look forward to a peaceful night, and maybe, just maybe I am looking forward to putting on another moonlit show sometime.... Nature Calls After writing up my first story, I thought on my other experiences exposing myself in places where I shouldn't, picking out the ones worth telling. It's possible I confused my timeline somewhat, or at least missed an outing. My first story remains my first time being naked in a public place, with real danger of being caught. However, I can't quite recall when this entry comes in. I know it was within a year of the dares I've written about, but whether the year before or following --or even just a matter of weeks beforehand-- escapes me for the time being. *** It was a warm day, not very hot, but neither too cool, in late spring. Just finally warm enough to go swimming. My family, which included my parents and younger sister Jen, had gone to visit my great-uncle. He lived at the edge of a national forest and owned a good chunk of land himself. For quite a while through my childhood, we'd go up there every week, or close to it, and visit. I loved going out into the wilderness up there, it was always among my favorite things to do. Hiking, camping, riding our quads around the trails, wading in the creek, exploring the forest... nothing could ever beat it. On this particular day, we had just finished riding around the trails, and my parents dropped Jen and I off at the creek before going the rest of the way back to visit with my great-uncle. The creek was close by the road; just past a one-acre large clearing, then down a hill a short distance. You could see the creek from the top of the trail leading down to it, and the house was only just across the road from the clearing. If somebody stepped outside the door and yelled, we could hear from the creek; provided we didn't range too far up or downstream. And the water was never deep enough to worry about, so leaving us there was never an issue to be worried about, even with my slightly overprotective parents. We'd brought our swimsuits, aqua-shoes, and a towel each with us while we were riding around, and grabbed them before our parents sped off up the trail. But Jen decided the water was too cold to swim in, much to my disappointment. I wanted to range upstream and explore new places along the streambed, or at least reach some of the stretches I didn't get to frequently visit. Wading was required to get out there, thus the swimsuits; otherwise would've meant going far out around the sides through thick underbrush and no small amount of thorns. But she didn't like to be left alone out in the woods, so I had stick close. So we wandered the stretches of the creek that we knew well. Very shallow water, enough rocks to make finding a dry path easy. Before long, she got tired of it and decided she wanted to go back. So I escorted her back to the path where we'd left our things, she gathered up her stuff, and headed up to the house. It was a short enough walk that she could make it without complaining. As she left, I asked her to let mom and dad know I would be going upstream, and she disappeared from view. It was maybe three or four o'clock in the afternoon by this point. I still had several hours yet until it would be dark, and nearly as long --maybe longer-- until my parents would be ready to go home. Plenty of time for a long walk without having to hurry back. I grabbed my swimsuit and headed up the path a little ways, the opposite direction than Jen had gone. Fifty to seventy feet along, there was a small trail that forked away from the main path, going into the trees to the ruined remnant of some old and unkempt wooden structure that may once have been a shed or a little shack. It had fallen into disrepair long before my earliest memories. I liked it, thought it was interesting, but it didn't serve much of any real purpose by time I was old enough to visit it by myself. Before that, my parents never let me. But there was one thing it was good for now; it provided some cover from anybody coming from the head of the path (near the road). Going the other direction was a different matter, but there was only one path onto the land, and nobody else's car was parked at the head, which meant there would be nobody out there to worry about seeing me undress. So I used the dilapidated structure to change. At this age, I was pretty shy. Unlike my sister, I was a late bloomer, and wasn't yet confident enough to wear a bikini, so I wore a one-piece suit. I hadn't done much growing since the past summer, not vertically anyway, so I thought I'd have not trouble fitting into last year's bathing suit. However, the past year I got some size to my breasts, my hips had widened some, and my butt filled in; finally giving me the look of a young woman, rather than the beanpole I had been for so long. I forgot to factor those changes in before grabbing my old swimsuit. I hadn't even tried it on before we left. Just figured, 'no new height, no difference.' Boy was I wrong. I gave a quick look around to make sure nobody was in sight, then dropped my shorts and pushed down my panties. This was one of the first times (possibly THE first, I still can't quite recall) that I'd stripped outdoors, and as I said, I was pretty shy back then. I wasn't at all comfortable being bare-bottomed out in the woods, although the soft breeze that broke through the trees felt nice on my naked butt... I hurriedly stepped out of my lowered clothing and shoes to pull my bathing suit up around my hips. Thus far, nothing felt out of the ordinary, as the suit was concerned. A bit snug, it slipped up between my buttcheeks more than I was used to, but nobody was around to see. I put on my water-shoes, took another quick look around, and pulled off my shirt. I hadn't worn my bra this day. Needing it was still pretty new to me, and I usually didn't bother with it when I was only going to be around family. My breasts were left bared only long enough to pull the shirt over my head and drop it with the rest of my clothes before I tried to pull my suit up the rest of the way. Here is were I encountered a bit of an issue. The suit I had wasn't made with boobs in mind. Not even the smallish ones that I have. I'm pretty sure it had come from the children's department --not that I was that young at this time, I've just always been very small-- so I'd be surprised if it was designed to accommodate post-pubescent hips either. It squeezed my breasts up and into my chest, and pulled the shoulder-straps as well as the very bottom quite taut. Previously, it'd had a modest neckline, but now I had cleavage. I could easily see my tits through the thin, green cloth. If I stood up perfectly straight, it gave me a massive wedgie, and no amount of adjusting seemed to fix it. As soon as I stopped pulling at it, the fabric sucked itself right back up my butt. Even with nobody nearby, I was embarrassed to be wearing this thing. I considered changing out of it, but I didn't have much in the way of options. I'd only brought one set of clothes, and I wasn't allowed to wear them up the creek. If I slipped and soaked them, I wouldn't be allowed to wear them in the house or the car, and would get in trouble. I really wasn't comfortable with the idea of wearing Jen's bikini. It left a lot more skin bared than I wanted to show off yet (I know, funny right?). And I certainly wasn't going to go out naked! If somebody came looking for me, I was not prepared for the eyeful they would get. In addition to that, some parts of the creek flowed just past peoples' backyards. Naked was not an option. So I settled with wearing my too-small swimsuit. It was uncomfortable, but hiking along the creek required a lot of bending, both to keep my balance and to duck under low-hanging tree branches, so I didn't think it would be too bad. I gathered up my clothes and took them back to where the trail met the stream, setting them off to the side where they wouldn't get lost. I gathered up my hair --I wore it long at this time, somewhere around shoulder-length-- and tied it up into a messy bun (I was never very good at tying it nicely) so it wouldn't get too wet, and began my journey. The streambed started off easy enough. Shallow water and many loose rocks made finding a path around the first bend easy, then there was a small pool that sometimes reached knee-deep. That was the first swimming hole, the only one for a short while, so I knelt down and pushed through it, propelling myself across the top as if it was deep enough to actually swim in. I glided through the water, wetting myself from my chin down, the other side became too shallow to continue. Then I rolled over to soak myself the rest of the way, to get myself used to the temperature of the water. I waded along, floating on the surface and used my arms to pull myself around, until the chill became comfortable before continuing on. As I began to really pay attention to my footing, I made an unsettling discovery, one that would have horrified me, had I not been alone. The poor fit of my suit, the way it stretched at my groin... it wasn't only in the back that the fabric had wedged up into me. I could easily make out my slot. I hooked my thumbs under the cloth and tried pulling the suit down, but that only put more strain at the top. As soon as I let go, SHOOP! It slipped right back up to show me the fold of my own labia. As if that wasn't enough, tugging on my swimwear lowered my neckline, and one of my boobs was uncomfortably close to slipping out. I readjusted by breasts while keeping an eye out to the north bank; the side close to other people. When I was done, I tentatively tried readjusting at the bottom, again making no progress other than to make the wedgie a little worse. I reached behind me and trailed my fingers along the edges of the fabric over my rear, trying to figure out exactly how much was showing. I was better off not knowing. It sucked in higher than the cut I was used to, showing off quite a bit more than was meant. Probably looked like one of those half-thongs; I don't know what they're really called, the ones that look like normal panties at the top but show off the bottom of your ass like a thong would. So at least the whole bottom half of my butt was hanging out --a little more, if you consider the angle of the cut-- with just a little bit of fabric running bunched-up down the middle to barely conceal my intimate bits. Even with nobody around... nobody I could see, anyway... I had to have been blushing. My face felt so hot, and I was tingling all over. While I was still close to where people could show up, I covered my crotch and continued on, angling my butt toward the wilder bank as well as I could while walking. The next stretch of creek was unremarkable, relatively straight and rocky, the water ranging from ankle-deep to leaving the surface stones dry. At this point the northern hillside steeply rose, to the point of becoming extremely difficult to climb. This was the last point where the stream followed close by the road, the last point of being just behind peoples' yards. It was also the furthest any of my family liked to go. It turned away just after an old rusting wreck of a car, and forced me to navigate my way through a tangled mess of trees that'd fallen over the stream before bending again, back almost parallel to the road, but now it began to angle away into the forest. The land rose up on either side and became rocky, the stream now winding its way through a ravine. The sides were very steep, sheer is some places, and the rock loose, flaky, and wet with running water from the top, making the walls dangerous to climb, at best. It was from this point on that I liked most. I rarely had the chance to head out this far, so no matter how many times I actually went out that way, it always seemed new and exciting. I hurried along to the fallen trees, now covering my butt with my hands to make sure I wouldn't be seen. A very real threat here, as there was a house just at the top of the steep slope where the creek bent away. The closest any came to my path, as far as I know. But once I got through the trees, I was home free. The short run to the second bend made me very aware of my breasts, the light fabric of my swimsuit doing nothing to keep them from bouncing every which way, something I still wasn't quite used to. The cloth rubbed on them, making my tits far more visible than they already had been as they stood up. It almost looked like somebody had pinched the suit over my breasts and pulled on it, rather than something my body was doing itself. The run made my wedgie worse, rubbing almost painfully. Yet, on some level, it also felt kinda' good... I decided to try something different with my suit. I climbed up out of the stream, to a tree that overhung the bank just before the ravine walls rose up. Moving around behind it, I pulled the straps of my suit down off my shoulders, accidentally letting my boobs pop free. I hand't thought I'd given enough slack for that to happen, but I wasn't worried overmuch about being seen, so while still a bit nervous, I ignored them as best I could. Pulled down my suit a little more, giving myself some extra room to work with since I apparently didn't have to worry about keeping my boobs in anymore... And I pulled one leg up through the leg-hole and slid it as best I could into the other one. Didn't work too well. Too tight. I ended up having to lower the whole bathing suit down to my knees to fit, then switched my other leg to the free hole, before pulling up again. That's right, I tried wearing it backwards. NOT a good idea! It did not fit AT ALL over my crotch. The butt-room in the suit's back didn't pull tight, like I'd hoped, just left the cloth loose over my abdomen. Yet it still managed to yank itself up between my lips. And while the front DID pull tight against my ass, it was far too tight. Forget wedgie, I felt like I was wearing a thong... nevermind that I had never worn one of those yet. It was like somebody was actively yanking my suit up, trying to hide it in my ass and cunt. I felt for the edges around my posterior and found that my entire buttcheeks were exposed. And while the neckline had originally been modest, it went significantly lower in the back. Of course, I had known that, and had been fairly interested in the prospect of how sexy it could look, walking around with such a low "neckline". But much like the bottom portion of my suit, it didn't fit as I'd hoped. It turned out to be a lot skimpier than I'd expected. It now plunged well past my boobs, close to my belly-button. The straps were too far to the sides to be at all practical. While the suit wasn't as tight against my chest anymore, now my breasts were pushed in toward one another, with very little to conceal them, and not in the right places. It gave me some amazing cleavage, but I was hard-pressed to keep my nipples covered. It seemed like every little movement, a twist of the waist here, a bounce of my breasts there, caused enough of a shift to let one of my tits pop out, despite how hard they were. I would've thought they'd snag the edge of the suit, but no. In spite of the new waves of discomfort it caused, I stubbornly tried to make it work. I climbed back down the bank and continued along, my ass feeling so exposed, and constantly fixing my top as my breasts --just as stubborn as the rest of me-- continually freed themselves with every step I took. My crotch got a draft from all the extra room the poor fit provided, making me wonder if I was as exposed down there as I felt everywhere else. It was nerve-wracking. I knew the odds of somebody coming along to see me were close to zero, never had I ever seen anybody out here that hadn't come with me, but my mind screamed at me that the possibility was still there. All it would take is somebody up top deciding to go for a little walk, and within minutes they could be standing above me, looking down at this indecently dressed --if you could even call it dressed-- girl, baring her charms out in plain view. If I had been blushing before, my face must've looked like it was filled in with a red marker by this point. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears. I could barely keep my gaze from the ridge above me. I didn't get very far before I had to fix my swimsuit again. I put it back on the right way. But this time, I didn't pull the straps up over my shoulders. It put significantly less tension between my legs and my bottom, it was such a relief. It still clung up into my crevices, but nothing like before. But I was still hard pressed to keep my breasts covered. Every few steps the suit would pull down at the top, just enough for my tits to poke out over the top. Next there was a stretch where the loose stones became few and far between. The creekbed turned into a single flat, very smooth surface. That coupled with the running water made it quite slippery, and there was algae and water plants that made it even more difficult to keep your footing. I'd previously soaked a few sets of clothing making that discovery. There were still loose rocks enough at the sides of the ravine to make a dry path through the first half of the slick stone. But where was the fun in that? I picked my way through the water, forcing me to abandon my attempts to keep my top pulled up to concentrate on my footing. Which was still difficult, as that kept well within my gaze my uncovered breasts... Pale white skin only rarely exposed, for one of the first times feeling the cool, soft breeze tickle over them undiminished by clothing, my perky pink nipples hard and poking straight out, demanding attention. I allowed my top to descend as it would, and would briefly, with the lightest of caresses, brush my fingertips over my breasts when it became unbearable that they not be touched. Despite the little voice in the back of my mind, nagging at me about the threat of being seen, I was becoming quite aroused. Being out here like this felt so... naughty. Taboo. Distracted as I was, I slipped and fell a few times on the slippery ground, but it was okay. I didn't hurt myself. It just re-wet me as I was beginning to dry from my swim in that little pool earlier, soaking my legs and ass, and making it impossible to tell that my pussy had already begun moistening my suit. After one of my falls, I peeled the top of my suit down a few inches, pulling it clear of my breasts. Already beginning to breathe heavily, my previous discomfort in wearing such a skimpy swimsuit completely forgotten, I leaned over, putting my hands down in the water to support myself and raising my rear end up onto my knees to attain the right position, I dipped the tips of my nipples into the water. That was a nice sensation, feeling the current play over them. I leaned down a little more, lowering the rest of my bosom into the cool, shallow water, feeling it rush over them, my tits pressing against the cold stone beneath. I was very aware of my ass, soaking wet and lifted up into the air, as I felt the breeze funneled down the ravine, further chilling the water dripping from bare skin and sodden cloth both. I was flat out getting horny now. I angled my hips backward and shifted my knees back, leaning further forward so to raise my ass even higher. As high as I could get it from this position. I shifted my weight onto one of my arms, dropping an elbow into the water and centering it under me to support me. With my other arm I reached back and up, slid my fingers over the my exposed asscheek, then slipped my fingertips under the edge of the suit, all the way through and out the other side. Then I twisted my wrist to curl my fingers around the fabric and squeezed, ensuring that only a thin line of wadded cloth was the only thing obscuring my taint. Then I gave a swift upward yank. Even expected, I let out a little squeal at the sudden pressure applied from my vulva all the way up my rump. It felt so good! I was no stranger to masturbating, but something about the setting made the sensation so much sharper, more poignant. Far better than the privacy of my own bed at night. I released my handful of bathing suit and couldn't help but slip my fingers back under the fabric, lower, run my fingertips over my heaving pussy. I was so wet! I didn't need to work myself up, just rubbed the length of my lips once or twice, I don't know if it was out of habit or just to feel it, skipped over my clit entirely and slid my fingers inside me. Nature Calls Right away, I gasped in pleasure. It felt so much better out here in the open --as open as a forested ravine would allow, anyway-- beneath the trees and sky with sunlight shining down and warming my bare skin... feeling the cold water flow over the girls, the wind caressing my ass... I shoved the cloth between my legs to one side, so my dripping cunt could feel the breeze too. I shivered and nearly came as I felt the cool fingers of the wind kiss my lips, knowing my pussy was exposed while soaking wet, almost on display, if only there was somebody there to see it. Perhaps not as obvious as my caboose, but still... I slowed my fondling to a bare tease. I wasn't ready to cum yet. It was too soon. I needed to do something more. I stood up and continued along, doing nothing to fix my outfit. My ass felt as if it was showing as much skin as a string thong allowed; the bottom of my suit still pulled aside and exposing my vulva, though it shifted closer to where it was supposed to be as I walked, not quite covering me, but obscuring the view down there. And my top was pulled down to hug my ribs, well below my bust, letting them jiggle freely with every step. There was another bend halfway through the smooth part of the streambed, and right at that crook, in the center of the creek, there was a crevice that dipped a few feet down. It filled with water and extended upstream for probably thirty feet or so. You could walk around it on one side, unless the water was unusually deep for the season, and reach the remainder of the flat streambed. But the crevice made for the first good swimming hole, so I stopped in and enjoyed it. I sat down on the edge and lowered my legs into the pool. It was much colder than the shallows had been. Even that little bit gave me goosebumps. Without slowing long enough to reconsider, I pushed off and slipped the rest of the way into the water. I gasped with the shock. It was cold! And deep. Not frighteningly deep (I don't do so well with deep water), but deep for a creek. My feet easily reached the bottom, but the water came up halfway between the top of my shoulders and my tits; which, if they hadn't been standing up before, they sure as hell were now! I untied my bun, slipping the hair-tie over a wrist, then dunked my head under the water, entirely soaking myself now. I came back up and whipped my hair back, like I'd seen actresses do on TV, imagining I could be as sexy as they were... I stood there for a moment, rubbing the wetness from my eyes and enjoying the feel of the water, the cold, touching me everywhere. Then I knew. I was going to take my bathing suit off. I was going to get naked. It started unconsciously, almost instinctively. I moved off to one side of the flooded crevice, where I knew the current had deposited all the stones that it'd carried this far, making almost a stairway leading most of the way up the side of the cleft. Without thinking, I climbed it until the water only came halfway up my thighs, further chilling me as the breeze rushed over the cold water drenching me. Almost in a daze, I reached up and hooked my thumbs under the highest point of my suit, still hugging my ribs, and started pulling down. I had just begun to unveil my hips before my head finally managed to wrap itself around what I was doing. Maybe the realization that this part of me wasn't usually uncovered snapped me out of it or something. Though I don't know how it seemed to miss that my tits were out... I froze, my face becoming even warmer at the thought of what I'd intended to do next. My breath came heavy. My heart was pounding. I could barely hear the current over it resonating in my ears. Some small part of me knew I shouldn't be doing this. Just a short while ago I would never have dreamed of doing something like this. It was unimaginable, far too embarrassing a thing to do. But now, it seemed natural. Almost essential to my being. My desire to shed these clothes, to expose my nude form became a prevailing force that could not be stopped. The fear of discovery was still there, that nagging little voice telling me somebody could come along at any time. 'Somebody could come looking for you,' it said. 'What would you do, what would you say if Jen came to collect you, and found you like THIS? Or mom, or dad?' Definitely not something I wanted, but it continued. 'What if one of the neighbors decides to go for a stroll in the woods just to find you, wet and alone and stripping naked in the water?' That warning didn't have quite the effect the voice had intended. My face, my chest, my loins, all burned at that thought. My breath came heavier, my heart raced. "I don't care," I nearly whispered aloud in response. Almost as if to spite that annoying little part of myself, I turned my back to the direction from which I'd come, toward where I imagined the closest person to be, and bent over, sticking my butt out like I'd done before. Looking to the top of the ravine, the creek downstream, watching to see if I had an audience, I slowly peeled the swimsuit down to reveal my ass, entirely bare for the first time since I'd become aroused. I wiggled my hips a bit, as if putting on a little show, even though I didn't see anybody to view it. Then I spun back around to face the direction I'd been looking, my suit gathered around the tops of my legs, kaboose free but crotch still covered, for the moment. I lowered my suit down into the water, momentarily banishing it from view as I bared my nether region. I let go of the suit and straightened back up. I lifted one leg, raising a knee out of the water and pulling it free of my clothing, in the process spreading my legs a bit and offering a better view of my pussy. My clit was engorged. I was so wet! Without the bathing suit to get in the way, my juices dripped down my pale thighs... The water drenching me helped it run faster, made the two mingle together on the way down my body, but I could tell which was which by the temperature. Cold was just water, warm was all me. I set my foot back down and stepped out of my suit, then reached down to pick it up. I didn't want it drifting away and getting lost. I tossed it off to the side, to a dry rock easily above the water level. And then it hit me. I was naked. I was naked! I was bare-ass, completely nude. Everything was showing. My small quivering breasts, my ass, both visible. My pussy was touched by direct sunlight for the first time ever. Every inch of soft, pale skin was on display. And I was just standing there, outside in broad daylight, soaking wet from head to toe, my skin glistening in the afternoon light, my hair plastered to my face and neck. I could barely believe I'd actually done it. I knew I'd already exposed everything multiple times this day, but it was different now. Being aroused made it so much naughtier, far more thrilling. But then the paranoid part of my mind got the better of me. Suddenly, I was embarrassed again. I dropped back into the pool to hide myself, and brought up my arms to cover my breasts even under the water. I stood there for several long minutes, just waiting. It seemed inevitable that somebody would happen along while I was out here, fully nude. I was still excited, but ready for the waves of humiliation to wash over me when I was discovered. I waited, and waited, but nobody showed. Well, I decided, if nobody's going to pop out, I'm going to get dressed. No getting caught for me! Ha! And then I remembered tossing my suit aside, out of the pool. I looked over to it, finding it far enough away that I had to crawl out of the water to reach it. I'd have to expose myself, at least once more. So, I looked nervously around, where it seemed logical a person might appear, still finding nobody. Still covering my chest, I rose up my makeshift steps again, climbing fully out of the pool this time, and took the last couple of steps to my swimsuit and snatched it up, pressing it to my chest and crouching down slightly, using the cloth to cover my breasts and stomach. Finding that I remained alone, and leaving the water had my arousal climbing back up to where it had been moments ago, I again ignored the voice in my head that pleaded for modesty. Mostly. I set the suit back down, this time on a dry rock within reach of the pool, and jumped in again. I still liked swimming back then, I wanted to get some in before I kept moving. I doggy-paddled along the length of the underwater crevice, letting my rump float progressively higher as I went along, until I could feel it occasionally breaking the surface. Then I'd reach the far end and kick off the sheer rock wall, backstroking to my starting point, my skin tingling as I felt my breasts skimming along above the water. I may have swam one or two more lengths before I decided I was ready to move on. Taking another look around, I climbed out of the crevice at the far end. Again the fear of discovery made my heart pound, but my excitement was as least as strong, if not more so. I crossed my hands over the center of my butt, and started slowly onward. Yet every stride I took, every step I put between me and my bathing suit tipped the balance in fear's favor. I didn't get very far before I had to turn around. Moving my hands to hide my front bits, I went back for my suit. As soon as I had the drenched cloth in hand though, that fear melted away. It felt like having a security blanket. I knew it would hide me if that was what I wanted, and the notion built up my confidence. Without the anxiety to get in the way, my excitement easily took over again. I turned around and started away, holding my suit behind me to cover my ass as I left the spot that had so unnerved me. I again reached the other side of the crevice, though from the surface this time, and kept going, rounding the bend in the ravine. The next stretch of the stream still had a smooth bed, and was somewhat wider, leaving the bottom more open. Now I dropped my arms to my sides as I walked, exposing myself fully. I kept watch behind me, looking for anybody to show themselves. Mostly to the top of the high walls to my right, almost disappointed that no young boys or girls my age were lurking up there, watching me. I walked down the center of the ravine floor, where there was no place to hide if somebody did appear, and slowly, to retain my balance on the slick stone underfoot. I couldn't resist touching myself as I walked along. A brush of the fingers over a breast here, a swift flick to a hard nipple there, sliding a hand back over my hip to squeeze and spread my ass... simply holding my hand along my labia and letting the motion of my steps bump against myself, each one changing the pressure against my still-wet pussy... A couple more bends upstream and I found myself at another of my landmarks. The level of the streambed abruptly rose nearly ten feet. Instead of a slope, the difference was marked by a series of ledges, forming what looked like a staircase the width of the ravine. Each tier was short, in both height and depth, and water rand down the entire width of it, making it difficult to climb. At the bottom was another small pool, and through the center of the stair was a narrow cleft, maybe a foot to a foot-and-a-half wide, through which a small waterfall flowed. I waded into the pool, taking the opportunity presented by water deeper than one or two inches to wet myself down again. The water only came up to just above my knees at the deepest point, but I knew I could still submerge myself. But that would conceal me, even if only briefly. I couldn't have that. Instead, with another look back the way I came, I bent over, again sticking my ass out. Even if nobody else saw me, I still felt sexy. I dipped my bathing suit into the water and brought it up to my stomach, smearing it over my skin and leaving a glistening dampness in its wake. I dipped again and swabbed my hips, running down the outside of my thigh, down to the water and back up my leg to my ass. Down again and repeating on the other side. Then I turned around and ran the cloth up my flanks, over my breasts, up to my neck... Then the suit wasn't enough. I tossed it to the edge of the pool and wet my hands, brushing them over my soft skin, caressing and splashing everything I could reach. On an impulse, I turned again and started climbing the natural stair. I slipped a couple of times, painfully smashing a knee or shin on the slippery stone. A couple of steps up I abandoned the idea of climbing it like a stair, and instead crawled up on my hands and knees. That worked much better. And, I imagined, looked far sexier. Rather than taking one unsteady step after another and falling, now I was moving steadily, though slowly, giving me a better chance to present my ass, to rock my hips from side to side as I ascended the stairway. I got to the top and found loose rock. Much more stable footing. But I remained on my hands and knees for the moment. This was the most outlying spot I'd come across yet. If anybody were to come along, there'd be no way they'd miss me here. I twisted back to look over my shoulder, now finding myself quite disappointed to still be alone. Nonetheless, I bent my arms, lowering myself in the front and allowing me to stick my bare ass up higher. I reached one waterlogged hand back and groped myself, squeezing my posterior, grabbing a handful of squishy, soft flesh and jiggled it around. I lowered my face to a clean-looking stone only just below the water's surface, so my other hand could join the first in caressing my bottom. I spread my cheeks, imagining that I was showing off my asshole and pussy both to some teen hiding on the ledge above me. One hand strayed down, going around the side to pass down between my legs, and began to softly brush against my cunt while the other continued groping my ass. I couldn't suppress a moan. I got a mouthful of water, but I didn't care. I was so wet, so horny! I stood up and turned again, facing where I imagined somebody would show up. I stood tall, cocking my hips to one side and raising my arms up over my head, tangling my fingers in my wet hair, putting on what I hoped was a provocative pose. Whether it actually was or not though, it left me even hotter. My naked body was sopping wet and totally exposed, both in location and pose. My legs were spread just enough that my dripping pussy would be well visible, my tits stood right up and pointed straight at my imaginary voyeurs. The warm breeze fanning at the chill moisture covering every bare inch of me left me with goosebumps. Just at that sensation, mingled with my little fantasy, I nearly came. But just standing there wasn't enough. I still wanted more. I looked down at the little falls, and the rushing water looked so good... I went around to the side of the ravine, where descending the stairs would be easier, and returned to the pool, wading through it back to the falls at the center. There was a thick treebranch, or perhaps a sapling, stretched across near the bottom of the cleft. It was supported by the stairs on either side, and was hung a foot or two above the pool, but still in the flow of the water. I climbed over and sat on it, spreading my legs wide and folding them on the stairs to my sides. The sensation was incredible! The water ran down from the top, falling to the midpoint of the cleft to ricochet off of something I couldn't see, before flowing over my spread pussy, smaller globs of water splashing over my stomach and breasts. It was so cold! But the pressure of the water felt amazing! I just sat there, arching my back and moaning in pleasure as the water massaged me. It didn't take much for me to come. I was still too aroused to be finished quite yet. I determined that letting go of my perch wouldn't leave me tipping over backwards, even with my back arched, so I put my hands to work. I caressed my still-soaked breasts, finding my nipples stiff enough to cut glass. I tickled and pinched at them, squeezing my entire breasts and jiggling them up and down as the water continued to flow over my clit. I let my head loll back, looking upside-down behind myself to check again on my favored ledges. Still empty. I gave up on watching for an audience and focused all my attention to gratifying myself. The feel of the water between my legs, my hands on my breasts... I let a hand fall to my groin, first rubbing the inside of my thighs, working up to my cunt and slipping inside... I gasped and moaned and huffed in pleasure, making no effort to keep quiet. Why should I? There was clearly nobody around. My fingers thrust deep inside me, stroking the inside of my pussy almost back to my labia before thrusting deep again, over and over again... I pinched and pulled at my tits, leaned forward so the water flowed down on them as well, positioned my hips so the waterfall flowed more fully over my throbbing clit, and I wheezed for breath and cried out in ecstasy as I reached climax for the second, and then a third time. When it got to be too much, I closed my legs and stood up again, backing up into the small pool to crouch down and clean myself off. With my lust placated, embarrassment took its place, and, keeping an eye back the way I'd come, back to the original reason for it now, I covered myself and retrieved my bathing suit. I redressed, leaving the shoulder straps down again for my comfort, but this time keeping my breasts covered. I didn't want to get myself turned on again. As it was, I thought it miraculous that I hadn't been caught, my luck wasn't good enough to hold for a second time. And I began the long walk back. I only made it out that way a handful of more times, and when I did, I always made sure to wear a bathing suit that fit properly. But I did manage to get myself naked out there once or twice more. And when I did, I didn't worry nearly as much about being spotted. I even made a game of seeing how far I could get from my swimwear.