Curious Jade Ch. 06

The words kept repeating in my mind as I was working my way through a post orgasm nap:

"I kind of burned our clothes."

Had my mind not been in such a sex crazed fog it might have alarmed me more. Especially since these were the last words muttered to me by my roommate and naughty partner-in-crime Lynn who was lying next to me naked, next to the campfire she built.

Questions kept circling in my mind: What clothes? You burned all of our clothes? Why did you burn any of our clothes? Finally, after one particularly bad thought -us being trapped out in the middle of nowhere and without a stitch of clothing- my mind came back to me and I sat up.

I was still next to the fire. Rather what was the fire the night before. I appeared to be very early in the morning and I looked down and saw Lynn was still deep in dream-land and decided to investigate rather than wake her and cause a needless panic. I looked into the fire and there did appear to be several charred remains of what very well could have been the flimsy outfits Lynn forced us to wear for our hike through the woods. There was still smoke coming off the fire so I couldn't investigate much further and decided those were a lost cause even if they were our clothes and started walking to her Uncle's cabin to see if I could find where Lynn had put our other clothes she packed.

As I noticed when we first arrived I didn't see many places to hide and clothes: there were no dressers or closets in the tiny cabin. I rifled through both of our backpacks and all I could find was two trash bags we had brought to haul our trash when we left after the weekend. I really started to get flustered and started running around the cabin hoping there was some corner I hadn't thought to look in yet. Just as I was becoming very flustered I heard the door to the cabin open and saw Lynn yawning and stretching her arms making a giant Y with her body.

"Oh good, you're awake," I snipped sharply. "What did you mean when you said you 'kind of burned our clothes last night?"

Lynn's face went straight to the floor and she tried to avoid eye contact at all costs.

"Well, I knew you wouldn't like my idea of going naked the whole weekend, and figured this way you wouldn't have a choice," she told the floor.

"What do you mean wouldn't have a choice, where are the other clothes you packed? Both of our packs were full on the hike in," I said and could hear the confusion and undertone of anger just beneath the surface.

"Don't be mad, I just really needed a weekend away and wanted it to be one to remember. I packed all the food in your bag so it would still be heavy and in mine I put one of our weights until you weren't looking and then I threw it in the trunk."

I threw my arms into the air, "Oh God Lynn! What are going to do? What if someone stumbles upon us, or we need to go into town for something?"

As I was talking I could tell Lynn was barely paying attention and walked past me to her pack and dug into one of the pockets. I was hoping there was a secret compartment with a whole outfit for each of us but Lynn pulled out her hand and was holding, to her, the next best thing: two joints.

"Jade you are freaking out over nothing. No one knows about this place and there is a gym bag with clothes in the trunk of your car waiting for us down at the base camp. Everything is fine," she said lighting one of the joints.

She took a long pull and came up to me, holding out the joint. I reluctantly reached out for it and she drew it back motioning for me to open my mouth. She slowly exhaled her smoke and gave me a nice shotgun of her hit. As she handed me the joint I drew her in and took a hit myself, then kissed her deeply and we shared the hit.

"These better not be some famous last words of yours 'Everything's fine','" I mocked and tweaked her nipple as she smacked my ass.

Maybe it was the weed already kicking in but I decided there really was nothing we could do about it at this point and decided to embrace the situation. After we grabbed a quick breakfast we decided to go down to the water and swim around a bit. I had to admit being out in nature without a stitch of clothing was starting to feel very freeing. We wandered down to the same little cove as the day before and waded into the water. Even though we didn't have any soap or shampoo we took turns "washing" each other's bodies. My 5'5" frame is only slightly smaller than Lynn's 5'8", but other than that our bodies are very similar. My breasts are slightly smaller than Lynn's but at a 36B I don't hear any complaints in that department either. Both of our tits are quite perky and we don't really need bras and find any excuse to not wear them we can (obviously not an issue this weekend). My nipples are slightly puffier than Lynn's dime sized little nips, but once they are erect, they firm up to roughly quarter sized. In the nether region, I generally keep my bush neatly trimmed while Lynn has started taking to shaving her beaver completely bald. After we took turns rubbing each other's bodies from head to toe we decided to lay out on the large, flat rocks and try to work on our tans. I laid flat on my back tits pointing straight to the sun while Lynn decided she wants to get her ass more tan. We laid side by side and after only a couple of moments Lynn reached out and grabbed a tuft of my lady fur and gave a swift yank.

"Ow, fuck Lynn! What was that for," I yelped.

"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to yank it so hard. I was just pointing out that you've let your bush grow a little wild don't you think," she teased.

"Well, what should I just scorch the Earth like you," I said and reach over and slapped Lynn's bare mound as hard as I could.

We both propped ourselves up on our elbows and Lynn flipped over so we could compare. Lynn must have seen me straining my neck to get a better glimpse because she spread her legs wide open and reached down running her hand over her smooth slit.

"You should really try it, it feels wonderful. Check it out," she boasted and before I could react she grabbed my hand and placed it right on her bald mound.

"Do you not remember last night...or any of the MANY times I've stroked your sweet, bald honeypot," I posited, not moving my hand from its perch; meanwhile moving my own hand down to my bush. "I do see what you mean though, perhaps I could use a trim. But what are we going to do about that here? We don't have any way of trimming me up down there," I said.

Before the words had escaped my lips, I saw Lynn's devious plan emerging before my eyes.

"No! Whatever it is you're scheming I want no part of it," I proclaim, throwing my arms up and laying back shutting my eyes.

I hear Lynn get up and storm off in a pouty fit. I know that this is a lose/lose for me: If I chase her down she will guilt trip me into going along with whatever plan she has come up with, and if I stay put she will get mad and convince me anyway but will throw an extra little humiliation in the mix for me too. Since we are up in the mountain by ourselves I think what's the worst she can do and decide to put her to the test. After about five more minutes I roll over, in order to allow my tight little bum to get some sun. The next thing I remember is being hit on the back with a loud splash and then feeling a freezing cold shiver up my whole back. I jump up and turn to see Lynn giggling and pointing to the perfect outline of my body on the rock from where I shielded it from the water Lynn splashed me with. I started running towards her and she pivots and starts back towards the cabin. Had anyone been around they would have been treated to a glimpse of two buxom college girls sprinting naked in the woods; breasts bouncing to and fro, one sopping wet from head to toe.

Just as we reached the front door to the cabin Lynn slowed her pace and turned around to face me.

"Truce", she manages to get out between gasps of breath.

I admit, seeing her chest heaving for breath was a nice sight in her sports bra, but this sight was much better.

"I have a surprise for you, you have to close your eyes while I get it ready though".

"Close my eyes and trust the girl who just drenched me head to toe after burning the only clothes we had for the whole weekend," I mock then play along, sticking to my what's the worst she could do mindset and shut my eyes.

"Wow, you're too easy," Lynn laughed. "I didn't expect you to submit so easily."

"I know the game at this point, let's just get this over with," I half tease.

I hear the door open and faintly make out Lynn screaming to not peak as I perk up my ears to try and get a clue of what she was up to. Suddenly there are footsteps approaching and some deep recess of my mind fears that Lynn has found the only person on the mountain and brought them here to look at my naked body. I must have been hanging out with her too much because the thought would mortify me just months ago and now I can feel a strange flutter in my heart.

"Okay, you can open them," Lynn announces.

Standing before me was Lynn, fashioned in one of the garbage bags we brought with us, cut strategically and tucked just right to cover her body. I hate to admit it really didn't look horrible on her, and with actual fabric it would be a very cute dress. There was a large portion missing from the center of her dress on both the front and back allowing for her midsection and just a hint of under-boob to be visible through the "window" in front and the top of her butt crack and her cute "back dimples" in the back. As she twirled in front of me to show off her new threads I let out a quick giggle until I saw the other bag hanging over a chair in the living room.

Lynn grabbed my arm and dragged me inside the house, "Come on sweetie, your turn. I already made some adjustments."

As she stepped her "dress" rode up and her ass cheeks were peeking out the bottom, but she was on a mission. She rose my arms and pulled the bag over my head until my head poked through the big hole in the top of garment. The hole was much bigger than it needed to be and my dress just happened to have a plunging neckline and was backless. All told there was very little left of the bag. My arm holes were also gaping and the bag was loose, so as I moved my breasts were free to swing and bounce with the thin plastic.

"Perfect," was all Lynn could say as she stepped back to admire me in my state of undress.

"Perfect?! Look at this", I said as I jumped lightly in the air and my boobs bounced clear out of the sides of the dress and it bunched up along my waist showing a clear view of my pussy and butt.

I reached down to fix the garment and cover myself again.

"Well then, I guess you better not do that while we're in town," she giggled as she reached out and gave my breast a quick nudge to see them sway under the bag.

"You must be out of your mind," I say following her as she strides out the front door.

As she strutted down the road I couldn't help but admire Lynn's body from behind. Her 5'8" frame was definitely more on display as the bag stood no chance of covering her long torso. Even the slightest raising of her arms caused her butt crack and smooth pussy to become visible. I had no idea where she was leading me as we had come in on the trail leading in the other direction.

"Where exactly do you think you're taking us? Isn't the closest store that truck stop back on the main road about 15 miles?"

"You'll see, don't worry," is the only response I get.

As mad as I was I couldn't help but feel a little curious to what was going to happen. We were only on the trail for about twenty minutes before there was a clearing and the path was crossed with what looked like a dirt road. Lynn looked both ways and started off to the right. Not seeing myself as having any other option I followed suit. We continued on that road for about another five minutes before I heard a terrifying sound behind me. I turned to see my worst nightmare come true. Down the road behind us was a truck with big fog lights on its roof and bright headlights. Lynn stepped out into the road and held out her thumb.

"Lynn are you fucking nuts," I pleaded. "I am not hitchhiking, let alone in this flimsy trash bag for my only form of dress."

"Well, suit yourself, but the cabin is a half hour back that way and the town is another 10 miles down that way," Lynn said pointing in each direction. "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you, we just need to get a quick ride to town and back," she said as she gave up on the thumb and was now waving her arms above her head to flag down the truck.

I felt like protesting more, but with Lynn, I knew it was no use. Besides, I was getting a great look of her lips peeking out just beneath the bottom of her bag. The truck flashed its lights letting her know they had seen her and she got back on the side of the road by me as it approached.

"Just let me do all the talking," she said as she grabbed my hand.

The truck rolled to a stop and the window rolled down. Neither of us could see up into the truck as it was lifted and the tires themselves came up to our belly buttons. Slowly the truck door opened and out popped the head of a middle-aged man with a long, scraggly beard.

"Evnin' ladies," said the voice.

"Oh my gosh, thanks so much for stoppin' mister," Lynn squealed in a phony southern accent. "My friend and I are lookin' to get to town. Our friend was supposed to drive us, but don't you know he just left us hangin'", she continued, but the man was staring directly down at my cleavage and I'm sure from his vantage point he could see all the way down my loose-fitting garment.

"Uh huh, that sounds good. Well ya'll can hop in, I'm on my way down to Cooter's," said the man.

He opened his door, jumped down and ran around to help us in. As he rounded the front of the truck we got our first glance at our white knight. He was barely taller than me and came up about an inch or two short compared to Lynn. His beer gut hung over his pants that were baggy and had it not been for his suspenders would probably be around his ankles. His grey t-shirt was quite the collection of stains: sweat, food, oil, the whole gamut as well as sporting several holes. He wiped his forehead of the beading of sweat that had formed and wiped his hands on his pants before extending his hand for a handshake.

"Name's Poke," he bellowed. "Ain't ya'll fancy with them shiny dresses," he said without an ounce of sarcasm.

He was either doing a very poor job or wasn't even attempting to the fact that he was staring at our bodies like they were pieces of meat at the market.

"Let me help ya'll up in 'ere," he muttered, opening the passenger side door wide.

Lynn's hand was on my back and she pushed me forward.

"Again, Poke we can't thank you enough for bein' so kind and stoppin' to pick up some strange hitchers like us. I'm Lynn and this here's my friend Jade," Lynn said giving me another nudge forward.

Poke took my hand and lifted it up to the handle on the side of the truck to assist getting me in the truck. As he raised my hand my boob slipped out the side of my garbage bag dress and hung right in front of his face at eye level. As I looked down to make sure my footing was right on the step up I caught Poke licking his lips and thought he was actually going to lick my soft nipple. Seeing the poor man oggle us actually made me kind of sad and I figured what would be the harm in giving this old pervert a little show.

"Oh my gosh Poke, I can't get my foot up into the truck, can you give me a hand", I plead over my shoulder swiveling my torso, swaying my boobs right in front of Poke's face.

I even lean forward just a bit and gently swipe my tit along his forehead. He was caught in my booby trance and I decided to really let him have a show. Swinging my hips toward him in an exaggerated motion I faked like I was trying to get leverage into the truck and swung my tits against his head and slapped him in the face with my fun-bags, forcing him to motorboat me. Poke finally broke out of his trance and reached up with his hand.

"Oh, sorry about that sweetie, here lemme help you up dere," he grabbed a handful of my bootie and gave a squeeze as he pushed up, lifting me into the truck.

His rough hand felt like sandpaper on my bare ass cheek and I could feel his thick, sausage like fingers rub their clammy sweat on my butt. I looked down to Poke and saw that he had a smile from ear to ear as he again made no attempt to hide his gaze and could almost feel him undressing what little cover I had on with his eyes. Looking a little further down, I could see a slight bulge in his pants and knew this would be a night he would remember for a long time. I looked down and saw that my dress was bunched up around my tummy and my tits were hanging right out in the open for Poke and Lynn's viewing pleasure. I tried to contain my amusement as when I looked back down both Lynn's and Poke's mouths were agape. I loved the attention and didn't want to lose the spotlight quite yet.

"Oh gosh, look at that my dress is a little out of place," I said tracing the sides of my body indicating to my audience where the dress should be covering. "I bet from down there ya'll have quite the view," I tease opening my legs ever so slightly as I pretend to fix the top of my dress. "Just look at these straps, they're out of place, letting my little boobs spill out the sides," I say, slowly dragging the plastic across my nipples making sure to tease them so they'll point out erect under the thin material.

Once my globes are back under their cover I make a gesture of groping them to make sure they are fully contained.

"Now you just stay put girls," I playfully scold my bosom and shift my weight to one side, lifting my butt so I know Poke and Lynn have a clear view of the back of my ass and hairy bush.

"Oh my gosh, how embarrassing. It looks like my dress has ridden up too," I say drawing even more attention to the area. "I bet you guys can see right up under my dress from down there," I stress and bounce up tugging at the bottom of my dress making sure it covers as much as it can and pretend not to notice that the move just released my tits up top again. "There, all covered up," I say reaching up to fix my hair.

I lean out and look down to Poke who has stuffed a hand into his pocket and seems to be fumbling with something. Lynn is standing shoulder to shoulder with him biting her lip and I can see her nipples standing at full attention so I know she too enjoyed her show.

"Well what are you waiting for girl, get your skinny little butt up here," I say holding out a hand to help Lynn up into the truck.

Lynn reluctantly reaches her hand up to mine and I grab it with both hands looking down with a wink. A look of sheer panic comes over Lynn's face but it is too late for her to remember that even the slightest lifting of her arms reveals all she has to offer below her waist. I make no effort to lift her into the truck but groan as if I'm pulling with all my might. Lynn looks up at me pleading with her eyes, but I just can't help myself.

"Poke, how about a little boost," I call over Lynn's shoulder.

Poke must have felt the message I really meant to say which was go ahead, buddy. She won't mind. I see Lynn's face go from anxious to shocked and afraid and then unexpectedly landing on pleasure. At first she was pulling on my arms trying to bring herself into the truck, but something changed and her arms went soft in my hands and I swear I heard a soft moan escape her lips as Lynn was lifted into the truck and her face rushed forward and landed between my boobs. Looking behind her, I could still see Poke's hands on Lynn's ass and from his hand positioning I could assume what he had done. As Lynn sat up and repositioned herself Poke started walking around the truck to his side and Lynn's face told me all I needed to know.