Susan... Part 5

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now for Part Five:

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I am petite for my age. Between 12 years old and now, I am currently nearly 25, still I’m smaller than most girls my age. By smaller I mean pretty much everywhere, you know height, weight, bust and even hips. Though my chest took a pretty nice jump a few years ago and my hips and butt as well, kind of, so I finally fill out a swim suit!
I am thinking about all the times I have been exposed to random boys at some creek or swimming hole by my brothers or they’re friends. It seems like any time the adults were not around and the boys got a chance someone had to see just how far they could go in stripping me out of my suit.
As I said, I haven’t always filled one out real well so they usually fit loosely unless I wore one a couple of sizes small and those were uncomfortable to me in a different way. A tight bathing suit works its way into places it wasn’t meant to be and can expose you on its own, without the help of some horny boy.
At first, it was like a game of keep away. But if I wore a two piece my top of bottoms would be the ball and I had to try to get it back. I might manage to yank one of their suits down but I never got them off before someone would come help them and at some point I would have to try and get away. It’s not exactly like I could cover up properly in a boy’s trunks anyway.
With a one piece suit I could be a bit safer but these can be slipped off your shoulders and yanked down more swiftly than you might think if a boy has practiced the move and believe me these boys did like to try. Most times only my budding chest and puffy nipples would be exposed before I managed to grab the suit just before it slid over my narrow hips.
There was a winding creek or stream a half mile or so from our home. The road crossed over it and at the bridge the water deepened as well as in an area downstream where it made a turn.
In summer these were popular areas for us to go cool off as we got older. Sprinklers were fine as little kids but the water form a hose is not as cool as that in a running creek is and being older we looked for more adventure. The boys would jump from heights into the deeper part and at some point they tied a rope from a high tree limb and made a sort of swing with a board and a knot in the rope.
I was not always eager to have a go but did take a turn sometimes. Again, my suits were not real helpful at times for this kind of activities. This is not to say we always even had suits on for such activities but rarely did we skinny dip at these places because of the nearness to the road.
Plenty of other kids, well boys it was always boys, were subject to show up at the “Bridge”, which is what we called the area. Boys are not so particular about swimming in their shorts. Be they cut-off jeans, proper swim trunks or even boxers or briefs. Some of them were happy to strip and take a dip naked, thus keeping their clothes dry to put on later.
To be honest I always preferred swimming nude and having dry clothes to put on after, over swimming in shorts and having wet clothes chafe and cling as they took forever to dry. Also, the folks were less curious about what we had been up to all afternoon if we didn’t come home soaked through our clothes. I don’t think they were worried one of us would shove the other off the bridge or something but it seemed to be a bigger deal for some reason if we came home soaked.
One particularly hot afternoon my brothers, Tim, Toby and I were cooling off downstream from the bridge. This was a planned outing for sure because I was wearing a one piece suit and they had on their trunks. We had a few old towels our folks allowed us to bring there as long as we brought them back home after and we surely always did as these were the only ones we could take from home.
On this day, we had been there for maybe half an hour or three quarters and the boys were getting tired of the swing and had jumped from all the usual spots. I was beginning to feel like it might be time to get home when one of my brothers decided it would be funny to see if he could grab the shoulder straps of my suit and get it down and off me in one quick jerk.
I was in the water, but was looking off into the woods at what I had thought was maybe a deer or some wildlife. The suit was one with two thin spaghetti straps that tied atop each shoulder.
Being small up top and narrow in the waist, the suit was down around my knees as I spun and grabbed then fell into the water. My feet were jerked up and my head went under as I felt my suit slip over my ankles and completely off! When, I lunged up out of the almost waist high water I found myself facing not only my brothers Tim and Toby but two other boys as well.
Sputtering and trying to cover myself with my hands, I quickly sit down and hope the water hides my bottom end as I wrap my arms around my chest. Looking frantically around and trying to see who had my suit, only my brothers are close enough to have attacked me but it is one of the new boys who bends and picks up a wet bundle of cloth from the bank.
“Looking for this?” He inquires, grinning innocently. He nods in the direction of my older brother Tim who I suspected already and whom I now want to kill.
“Hey, um… Who are you guys?” Tim asks him.
I notice that he is blushing. Tim is blushing. Why is Tim blushing? I’m naked! It’s his fault and he is blushing.
OK, I’m probably blushing too. This boy who is holding my wet swim suit is probably Tim’s age but we don’t know him. The other boy looks familiar until I realize he must be related to the Johnsons.
Joe, Nick and Nate Johnson live just past our place on the same road as us. They come from a bigger family and have plenty of cousins. They even have a few girl cousins though for some reason those girls never seem to visit long enough for me to have met any of them. I don’t know it at this point but these two boys are from the twins’ uncle on their father’s side and are both older than me. They are a little older than Nick and Nate too but younger than Joe Johnson.
These boys are very pleased to have stumbled upon our little foray into the creek and they look like they have been swimming themselves I notice. They are both wearing cut off jean shorts, no shirts and have already kicked off their shoes.
It seems obvious they have decided to join us as they take in the rope swing and survey the area. “I’m Stan and he’s my cousin Phil.” The boy finally answers Tim as he turns his head to look back over his shoulder.
“How about..?” I start to ask.
As I hear a stick break and he turns. Before I realize what is happening he tosses my suit away from the creek with a “Think fast!” to yet another boy who is now emerging from the path.
This turns out to be the aforementioned Joe Johnson, who barely escapes getting slapped in the face with my recently removed and still very wet swimsuit. For his part, having pretty fast reflexes, he manages to swat it out of the air and catch it at about the same time as he gains a clear view of me crouching in said stream, obviously naked and it occurs to him that he has my suit.
Joe’s eyes scan my brothers’ faces in an instant and grinning at me he winds back for what looks to be a major league pitch.
Hopeful, but unsure, I try “I’d sure appreciate it, Joe, if…”
Then he turns away with a wink at me saying “Looks to me like we don’t need this!” And he chucks my hopes into the woods as far as he can! “Boys meet Susan! That’s Tim and he’s Toby.” With that he turns for the rope swing and leads them all into a plunge for the deeper water.
Tim looks at me, still blushing for some reason and offers, “Sorry Sis, bad timing I guess, huh” as he dodges away, having seen the rock that I have thrown at him in my anger and frustration over my current dilemma.
I desperately want to run off and hide, to dash after my suit and head for home. More, I want to strangle Tim! Toby is looking around like a spectator at a ping pong match. Maybe he would go get me my suit while I crouch in the water but before he could get it to me or I could put it on, the boys will surround me and if I act scared they will take it away and make an even bigger game of it I’d bet!
This was the first time I was ever caught naked by a boy I didn’t know at all, an actual complete stranger. It turned out that Stan and Phil were both cousins of the Johnsons but from different Aunts and Uncles or parents so not actually brothers as I had at first thought. They still look a little alike to me but some cousins do, evidently. They’re families just happened to be visiting at the same time and apparently I had even met Phil once a few years ago briefly. Though I’m sure I was not naked then and having been reminded of meeting him I can see why he looked familiar.
For his part Phil was a bit shy. He had no problem looking at me and enjoyed the fact that I was naked for certain. I am not sure if it was him or Toby who piped up first in protest but it was close to in unison when I spoke up to complain a few minutes later, “If no one is going to give me my suit back then I think you guys should strip off your trunks too!”
To which I got a mixed chorus of “Not Me’s!” and “Oh yeah’s?”
I was pretty tired and stress about the situation and had been working up my nerve to just walk out into the woods to look for my suit. The idea of all the boys, Joe and the two new boys especially, getting naked for me was a bit warming in an interesting way though.
Tim was up for it, as was Joe it seemed. I knew Toby wasn’t keen on the idea but he’d go along if everyone else did. I had no idea really about Phil though I thought it was likely if Stan agreed.
“How about it Stanley,” I teased, “You’re evidently bold enough to throw my suit into the woods and leave it there to embarrass me but are you brave enough to toss yours out of the water?”
“Hey, I didn’t take your suit from you and I haven’t seen anyone keeping you from going to get it either. “ He quickly points out. “But if you really want to see all of us naked and I’m sure you have seen some of them already,” he says with a smirk and a grin, “You have to let me decide when you can get dressed and I’ll go ahead and tell you it won’t be while we are way back here in the woods.”
This shocks me a bit. He is willing to strip but he wants me to walk home, or partway home anyway, naked? What does that matter if everyone here has already seen all of me anyway? I’m the only one naked now. If I have to wait till they all dress before I can what’s the difference?
“Sorry Stan, I don’t really know you and Phil that well,” I counter. “If I agreed to something like that I’d have to say one of my brothers carries my suit for me. I wouldn’t want one of you to run off with it. Our folks might get really mad if I came home looking like someone had forced me to do something improper.”
Joe Johnson was the oldest boy there. He really hadn’t said much this afternoon other than that he didn’t think I needed anything to wear. “What if I promise to see you get home safe Susie? Would you trust me to hold your suit? I won’t run off with it and leave you naked out here.”
I looked at Joe. He looked at me. Something passed between us unsaid and I knew he was sincere. I could trust him.
“OK, deal.” I said to him quietly, almost shyly.
Stan apparently was not sure what I had said because he asked “What?”
“I said ‘OK, deal’” I answered him, “But all of you have to throw your shorts, trunks and underwear if you have any, onto the bank. Everyone goes skinny dipping for the next half hour at least or I go get my suit and I’m leaving.”
“Everyone has to take a couple of turns on that rope swing too!” Phil pipes in from out of the blue, as if he had been part of this from the start.
“OK, done!’ I reply quickly before someone else decides to add another challenge to this impromptu game or whatever it was.
The boys all toss wet suits and clothes into a sort of scattered pile along the creek side. I briefly entertain thoughts of edging over and absconding with their stuff. Tim especially needs some form of retribution, I think. It was after all he who instigated this episode, as usual.
The next hour or so turned out to pass very quickly and we all enjoyed it very much though a couple of the boys were quite shy about being seen. I suspect they may even have been more nervous about the other boy’s seeing them naked than they were about me seeing them. To be honest, seeing them didn’t do as much for me as I’d hoped it would and I was probably ready to go before anyone else until I remembered I for one had more to do yet.
This new revelation freshly dawning I am beginning to wonder just what I have signed up for when, of all people, Toby, my sweet innocent younger brother announces, “I’m hungry.”
“Huh?” I think, really? I know, having two brothers, that boys are almost always hungry. Somehow I doubt anyone else was thinking about food right about then. I had been wondering how far Joe was going to make me walk before he gave me my suit to put on. I suspected it might even be dry by now. At least it should be easier to put back on. Especially if I dry off fully on my little walk. Geez…
“Stay as long as you guys like but I’m going home,” He says. (He is about 12 at this point or maybe already 12 as I think I might be 14. I think this was just after I started my monthly cycles and that happened finally around 13 ½-ish so yeah he was 12.) At which point he steps off towards the bank and the other boys only hesitate a bit before they in turn make their way to get dressed.
I am now facing the immediacy of my situation. I have only just barely gotten settled into some state of comfort and for a very brief moment forgotten that I was naked and surrounded by boys. Granted they too were naked for a bit. My anxiety begins to climb as once again I find myself the only one unclothed and though it doesn’t make sense it bothers me a lot to step into the woods and begin walking along naked with them around me.
They keep looking at me and trying not to stare. I can feel my small breasts trying to bounce as I step along the uneven ground. I am keeping close to Joe as he has my only clothes. Tim has given the towels to Toby and he has set off towards home as if he might not get to eat if we beat him there.
It is still full daylight and not likely to be dark or even dusk before we get home though it is quite shady along the road. Someone asks the time and it occurs to me that the folks are probably not home. Ugh, is there a chance that Joe figures this out? If so he might make me walk all the way home sans clothing.
What happens if a car comes along? I really don’t want to get caught out strolling along a public road naked. I really don’t want some neighbor to come along and report this to our folks!
At some point I enter a sort of dazed, buzzed state. I’m still nervous but resigned to see what happens. My ears are perked up as are my nipples. The boys appear to be having difficulty as well and I notice just as we emerge from the woods into a clearing that they are nearly all fully erect or I think they are. Unfortunately I can’t be certain as they unlike me have pants on!
Thinking that it has to be time to get dressed and that I have more than met my side of the deal, I turn to Joe. “I think I need to get dressed now, Joey.” I tell him and then I look toward Tim to back me up.
Joe kind of looks at me, tilts his head and as he slowly scans my head to toe once more says, “Maybe if you catch up with Toby he will let you use a towel to wrap up in till we get to your house?”
Instinctively I glance down the road and see that Toby is about a third of the way to our house and thus many yards, maybe a hundred, ahead of us. If I were to sprint off now I might catch him before he made it the final third but if anyone came along there is nothing but open space and clear skies to accent the display I would make.
My knees tremble and my insides churn as my mind spins through that scenario. I am not considering this option, am I?
Again, I look for my big brother, “Tim?” I plead. “Help me out here, this has been fun, I guess, but I can’t, we can’t risk getting caught by any of our parents, driving along and seeing me like this!” Gesturing at my naked body as if maybe he hasn’t noticed, I search his face. Imploringly, I tell the boys, “Let me get dressed here and now. Later, I’ll happily do whatever you want me to do.”
This was as I recall it, how I ended up pretty much having a full body tan that summer. To be honest I still have it but mostly now I use my tanning bed membership, after all tan lines can ruin some outfits.
“Come on Susan, what if we get Toby to wait up and we all walk to where he is now. It isn’t all that likely anyone will come along. If they do a couple of us can shield you from sight easily enough, mostly, I think.” Stan offers.
“Everyone is still at work at this hour and most folks stop off for groceries, gas or something on the way home. Your house is right there right?” Phil chimes in, obviously enjoying my being exposed now more than ever. Is it the increased risk of getting caught or the fact that there’s much better light so they can all see me so much better? I for one and now quite hot and the summer sun is working on my tender flesh. At the time, some areas of my body were very white and standing in direct sun would not be good for long.
I can demand my suit, get dressed, then have to do more for them later or I can go along until Joe “decides” to give me my suit and it’ll be over for good. Really, who am I kidding, it’ll never be over for good till I am grown. These boys all know that I am their toy to play with and at some level I like the attention so I go along.
Again I look to Tim who half nods, half shrugs, as if to say; you decide what you want to do. If I make a demand will he back me? I feel pretty sure.
Can I make it home without being seen? Could they get Toby to stop and wait? As I look, Toby is close to halfway home.
“Fine,” I say, as I stalk off naked in broad daylight and the four older boys fall in behind me. They do close ranks around me a bit at one point as we hear a vehicle off in the distance and I almost panic thinking it is a car or a truck coming on the road. I guess it was someone passing through a nearby cross road, because we never saw anything. I couldn’t wait to get inside and actually sprinted the final hundred yards or so, straight to the bathroom and then wrapped in a towel, into my room.
That night I came out to shower and to eat but spent the evening in my room reeling from the roller-coaster of emotions that I had to process.
Was I mad at Joe? Not really. Tim? No, I still think he would have at this point backed me if I had made a scene or acted scared or upset. I can’t be mad at Toby, Stan or Phil. Obviously for different reasons but they were just being boys and from what I’ve learned since, any boy will take every chance they get to see a naked girl.
Did I like what I did that day? Sort of, well, OK; yes I did. I did like getting those boys to strip naked just so they could get me to stay naked. Even my brothers and that was a first for me; getting them to strip too. That part felt powerful and it was some time later before I grew to understand what kind of power sexual stuff like simple nudity can hold over a boy or even most men!
Also I liked being made to do stuff, like walking naked and risking getting caught, though it was still a while before I really caught on to that as well. I knew I liked being seen by Joe, and seeing him was nice too. I might have had a bit of a crush on him.
At some level I think I also realized that I liked getting caught and exposed to the two boys we didn’t really know that well. Maybe it felt safer somehow that they lived in another place and didn’t go to our school.
Well, this is why, when I got the chance a few years later to make Mr. Eddie Jones, my new high school classmate’s father, act out a few social experiments of my own devising. I took full advantage.
This guy was perfect, he was into this kind of exhibitionism, voyeurism, embarrassment/non-consent, CMNF/CFNM and domination porn. He was not bad looking, in decent shape and I had his number because he convinced himself that he really didn’t want his wife to find out all that he was into.
Growing up like I did I guess I am into some of these things too but I was only just learning that it was a thing. I mean I knew I liked some of these experiences and some were OK, even though I might not exactly love doing them, the thrills they bring, that I do love.
I might not have thought a lot about his daughters or wife but figured they were old enough to speak up and say no to anything that they had a real problem with right?
This experience at the creek, in the woods and my terrified yet thrilling nude walk/sprint home is how I found myself riding around town with another teenaged girl and her Dad minus his pants or boxers, as I and at some points even she snapped pics and videos of him doing things that we told him to do for us. Well at first mostly me.
Eddie is a nice guy. He might not have deserved some of what I and later we made him do but I bet he will never say he didn’t have fun.
Word to the wise here, if you’re home alone and you decide to play. Always double bolt the doors and check the blinds, unless you want to get caught or seen I guess.