Daria! My amazing friend! I met her under piquant circumstances. If it wasn't for her, then maybe there wouldn't have been that Jam at all. And there would be an ordinary girl, inconspicuous among many, giggling and whispering with girls like herself at school, afraid of her classmates' boys, and pulling her skirt over her knees at any inappropriate occasion.

Well, what can I say. I caught a drive. That's what they seem to say in such cases. It's pointless to hide it. I got emotional pleasure from our impromptu meetings with the milkman. And of course, I passionately wanted to expand my horizons on this wave.

I decided for myself that my next step would be to convince my guardians that this was my choice. And I really want to spend my time without looking at their prohibitions and reproaches. I needed to get them used to what I liked the most at that moment. Moreover. I conceived and wanted to make them, even if not helpers in my business, then at least allies.

And then, having felt a certain self-confidence, thanks to the kind attitude of this milkman, first of all. And, motivating myself with the accumulated experience, I was looking for an opportunity to move forward, without thinking absolutely where it could lead me. I have not yet decided to develop a relationship with my grandparents in this regard. But, I wanted more. This breeze on my naked body, after the acquired experience of moving with Uncle Vasya, simply stirred my blood. And this drive from fear and at the same time the desire to be noticed by someone else was simply maddening.

The object of my attention was a chain of small forest lakes. They were connected by channels and marshlands. Fortunately, the forest is almost at hand. Passing by our vegetable gardens, and the house stood on the outskirts of the farm, along the path to the forest about an hour's walk. And cycling is faster, of course. I used to run there a lot. I spent most of my free time there in the summer. Sometimes with his girlfriend from a parallel class. There are only three of us girls on the farm, my age group. She's all alone. We haven't talked to her.

I studied swimming at a sports school, and of course swimming in lakes was my favorite activity. And after what had happened to me lately, I was haunted by a constant thought. Why don't I go skinny dipping? If conditions and circumstances allow it. Having overcome my fear, and pushed by my desire to find out what I am capable of, I began to practice it.

I got so involved in it that sometimes, or rather quite often, I just ignored wearing panties. I ran to one of the lakes where there were no people in sight, threw off my sandals and sundress, and instantly plunged into the water. And it's like a drug. I always want more, and of course more.

And there was no holding me back. First of all, I stopped wearing a sundress right after I got out of the water. I did it on a wet body, rather out of fear and shyness. Then I asked myself a question. Why am I doing this? I even ran naked on the road.

I decided to just walk away from the shore into the depths of the forest, where I dried naturally. Of course, training in the cool water of the sports pool had a beneficial effect on the hardening of my body. So even I liked the cool forest breeze. Then the thought came to me not only about swimming. But I also wanted to walk after it. Why not?

This was how I got an acute emotional boost when I could afford, based on circumstances and suitable conditions, not to wear a sundress for a fairly decent time. My walking trips gradually increased. It was indescribably magnificent. There were times when I saw people. It was a thrill to feel that people were almost next to you, and they didn't realize that I was hiding just a few meters away from them.

It's time for feelings to blossom. I started to get to know my body. And one day, as always, in my secret clearing by the forest lake, I frantically caressed myself. Of course, I was naked. And I was caught doing it. It was a woman. It can be called that, compared to my young age at that time. She was wise enough not to scare me. She silently waited for me to finish, calm down, and be able to speak, as she later told me. When I saw her, of course I was scared. But she calmed me down. She said that nothing terrible had happened and everything was fine. Of course, she asked me why I was here like this.

We had an interesting conversation, during which I felt a certain freedom and trust in her, looking at her reaction to our meeting. She behaved so calmly and naturally around me that my nakedness seemed so ordinary to me that I noticed that sometimes I even forgot about it during our communication. It was unusual, new, and exciting for me.

From that moment, our long friendship began. And it was she who later told me about nudism and naturism, showed me a number of photos that greatly inspired me at that time. I realized that I am not an outcast. That there are such people. And they live with it calmly, and even enjoy their openness.

She offered me her help and support in this matter. Then, of course, I immediately confessed to her why I wander naked along the trails and swim in the lake. And that I like the sensations I experience without clothes. That I fell in love with my naked body, and I want to be naked forever. She laughed kindly and said it was normal at my age. That everyone goes through it. But they pass in different ways. And that's one of those ways she suggested to me.

She became my teacher and my older friend all rolled into one. She helped me gradually get rid of all my complexes and doubts about myself. Step by step, slowly, she led me down the road of nudism. As a result, a little later, when we got to know each other better and learned more about each other, I found out that she was not here by chance.

She's building a new house, the one that blocked the view of the forest from our porch. More precisely, she is in charge of construction. Of course, I didn't like this cottage right away. After all, now our house will no longer be the most extreme on the farm. And now you have to constantly go around the construction site to get into the forest. She told me that she had noticed me. Like a girl who walks into the woods every day along the construction site. So she decided to follow me. And that's what came of it later.

And of course we started by deepening my walks. She once asked me if I was afraid of being seen by someone. Accidentally or intentionally. How do I feel about this. I told her my story about the milkman. And of course she confessed why I did it, and what motivated me. Then she said that it was a brave and even slightly insane act, but she understands me, and made an effort to continue this experience. That she doesn't see any reprehensible moments in this, if I feel sweet excitement from the thought that someone might see me and accept it as something natural and beautiful. That she would always support me and, if necessary, be a guarantor of my safety.

To be honest, I had such thoughts. But, not on their own territory, this caused concern. I agreed to try, if the opportunity presented itself. After all, before that, as a partisan, I was constantly hiding in the thicket of the forest. Even when walking along forest paths with her, I immediately hid behind trees or bushes when random passers-by came into view. Even from such moments, I felt some kind of drive at the level of excitement. I liked the idea that I was naked, next to a man, and he didn't even know about it. So, at her insistence and support, I moved on to another level of my development as a naturist.

At first, she suggested that I not wear a sundress for as long as possible on the way home. And so one day we came so close to the outskirts of the farm that we could clearly see the construction workers at the facility. Who, in turn, noticed us too, as they started waving their hands at their boss as a sign of greeting. She responded in kind. And she did it so naturally, as if there wasn't a naked girl standing next to her. Of course, I quickly put on a sundress. She just smiled and said, "Well? Burned? I replied that it was the opposite, goosebumps.

Later, she told me that the construction workers who saw me with her were wondering who this strange person was with her. She called me her niece. I felt warm feelings from this news, secretly from her. Probably, people who are not raised by their parents will be able to understand me.

We sometimes came across passers-by along the way in the forest. In such cases, I always hid. And as I said before, this uncomplicated game amused me a lot. But one day she suggested that I try to overpower myself, and not do it. That she was with me, and I had nothing to fear. And if something goes wrong, she'll find a way out of this situation without complications, and that I can just hide behind her. Of course, I believed her without hesitation. She inspired so much trust in me back then. And such a moment was not long in coming.

We were walking, as it usually happened, and in the distance, I saw two silhouettes coming to meet us. Of course, I cringed. This is the moment! I have to control myself and overcome my fear.

She noticed them too, and immediately asked if I was ready. And she took my hand with words of support and a demand to put aside all fears and doubts. So that I could behave naturally, look boldly into their eyes and smile, no matter what it cost me, and try to feel like I was wearing clothes, and that everything would be fine. It even seemed to me that she was more worried than me.

They were an elderly couple, probably a little over fifty years old. We faced each other in line of sight. I tried my best to pretend that I didn't care, but my eyes still gave me away. I wanted to see their reaction. Of course, all their attention was focused on us, and more on me.

Looking at them, I suddenly remembered, oddly enough, my first meeting with a milkman. The same confusion in their behavior, the same look. It seemed to me that the woman was even scared when she saw us. Then the hard-to-hide smiles on their faces. And suddenly I felt, and it's not that scary at all. They were, and my reaction was absolutely no different from when I met the milkman like that. To be honest, my tension eased a little. So my new friend's whisper that I shouldn't worry was in vain.

Not only was I not worried, but on the contrary, looking at their reaction, I felt a surge of joy and grace, which naturally reflected on my face and behavior in general. And when this couple almost caught up with us. I suddenly, for no reason at all, slightly imitating a friendly bow, blurted out to them when meeting their eyes: Hello! They were completely taken aback, and after a pause, the woman said hesitantly, hello, honey. It probably wouldn't be a bad day for a walk in the woods, she said. To which I just smiled broadly and openly.

And my friend only managed to say something like good weather, and love walking in the fresh air. And then she added that she hoped that our appearance did not confuse them. That the girl, that is, I, was just fooling around with her permission, of course. But they started almost interrupting each other to assure us that everything was fine, that they understood everything. If I'm so brave that I'm not shy about running around naked. It's probably not so scary in such deserted places.

What do they understand, it would be interesting to know? I thought to myself then. A woman asked my friend if she was afraid to walk her daughter naked like that. That's what I said, to walk. I was even a little offended by her. It's like I'm some kind of dog. To which my friend replied that I was not her daughter at all, but her niece. And that I want and like to be naked, but she has nothing against it and allowed me if I want to and of course there are suitable conditions and opportunities for this.

She turned to me, is it true? To which I replied that I like to walk like this, and I'm not afraid. If you don't like it, then just don't look at me. To which everyone laughed together. And the man added what a serious and principled niece you have. And the main thing is that she is so brave and confident. And he advised her to be extremely careful. That our places are quiet and deserted, but still, we need to be vigilant. He cited our meeting as an example. I said that I'm already vigilant, it's just that you were noticed late this time, and I didn't have time to put on a dress.

On such an optimistic note, we said goodbye and parted with wishes for a successful walk. My emotions were overflowing. That's all we talked about after that. She said, you see, it turns out it's not as scary as it seemed. Well, the main thing is to take the first step. And then everything will be simple and easy. And that I did well, that it was supposed to be so.

Next, about me, about us, about how everything happened. I tried to tell her as much as I could about the emotions I had experienced, and the stupid spontaneous desires that immediately came to my mind in large numbers at that moment. The main thing is to chat with them as long as possible, and even offer them our company. We've talked about it many times. I couldn't stop talking about what I'd been through and what interesting emotions it was.

The mood was high. And when we were already out of the forest, and heading along the field path to the farm, we saw workers on the roof of a cottage under construction, to be honest, I was in no hurry to put on a sundress. And the distance to the construction site was already much shorter than it was the first time, when I was in a fussy hurry to put on a sundress when leaving the forest for the first time.

They saw us too, judging by their welcoming attention in our direction. I wanted so much, as with this couple, to see the delight in their eyes, I just wanted to talk to them. I was flattered when I realized that I liked it. For some reason, I was sure that there could be no other reaction. But my friend recommended that I get dressed anyway. She said she understood me, but not all at once. I reluctantly complied with her earnest request.

And then there are the beach extravaganzas with her courteous, unobtrusive presentation. It was she who pushed me to go to the beach. And it was like that.

I completely immersed myself in this idea. With a few doubts and hesitations, of course. But the excitement and emotional longing for self-realization, of course, pushed me to do reckless things from the point of view of a normal girl. I've done this myself many times, but I've always chosen secluded, deserted places. However, there were times when I could be seen by rare people. But it was far enough away to tell if I was skinny dipping. At least that's how I calmed myself down.

As a rule, these were people on the opposite shore of the lake, or some fisherman in a boat. I had a couple of favorite lakes. They were quite far into the depths of the forest, and not as big as the others. Because of the difficulty of approaching them, and the small coastline because of the forest, which seemed to be trying to swallow up these lakes. They were always almost deserted. One disadvantage. Because of this, they were also loved by fishermen. But, they are usually people of the dawn. And I like to soak up in bed in the morning, more than my grandmother requires. So there weren't many chances for us to cross paths.

There was once a case when a group of boys, about my age or slightly younger than me, came to the opposite shore while I was swimming. I had no choice but to get out of the water. And of course they noticed me, and they probably made the right conclusions about my bathing method. As they quickly gathered and ran to my side of the lake. I also decided to leave the shore and try to avoid our meeting. They caught up with me almost at the outskirts of the village. There were five of them. Blockheads from a neighboring farm with a couple of urban, visiting guys.

I even talked to one of them several times at school, as a mutual friend of my classmate. I saw him at the sports school. He was a swimmer, just like me. They wouldn't let up, and they kept telling me and teasing me that they'd seen me swimming naked. To which I denied, and said that they were making things up, and were talking outright stupidity. That they just couldn't see anything from afar. And they imagined everything.

They pestered me with silly requests to show them my boobs again, tried to pull up the hem of my sundress, shouting, we know you don't wear panties. I made a stern, if not angry look, boldly snapped back, even tried to hit their insolent, persistent hands. And all this was happening before we entered the farm, and adults began to appear. But deep down, I was surprised to realize that I didn't mind at all if someone could actually lift the hem of my sundress for a moment.

Nevertheless, we all knew the truth. I understood their interest. But, I was looking for a description, or rather an understanding of my feelings from the experience. I was wondering, and of course, I definitely knew the answer. I liked the idea that they could see me. The thought gave me goosebumps. I liked to think that I could attract attention to myself for a reason, but in a special, unusual way. I even noticed that I was ready for it again, and not even at a short distance, as it was that time between us. That I'm not only ready, but I wanted to do it again.

I imagined, or rather dreamed of seeing their shock, or maybe confusion, or even fright and indecision. Or maybe, on the contrary, fun and support. All sorts of thoughts entered my fevered mind. But at the same time, I was well aware that it could end very badly, and maybe even with tragic consequences. Or maybe it's the other way around. I will become an equal participant in their friendly company, which will accept me, and will calmly treat my nakedness among them.

It seemed to me that what could be more radical than this idea! And maybe that's what I'm looking for in my unbridled, insane, and even more tempting desires? I was also thinking about how the girls I knew would treat me. What will they think? Maybe someone will secretly envy my courage and determination. Of course, there will be those who will call me crazy or stupid. And even though I thought it was easier that way. A kind of teenage confusion of feelings in transition.

After talking to the milkman, to be honest, it's not that my fear has disappeared, I've just strengthened, probably subconsciously, my trust in adults. For some reason, I was sure that an adult simply could not offend me, either mentally or physically. And if he doesn't support me, he certainly won't humiliate or insult me. The same cannot be said about my peers. I was frankly afraid of them. This fear has not gone away in this case either. But, along with it, new sensations and emotions appeared. I liked the sparkle in their eyes, and the healthy interest these guys had in me.

Of course, I told my friend about all this. To which, after some thought, she told me what exhibitionism is. And she said again that there was no need to be scared. That this is also governed by instincts, as well as all the feelings that a person has. And that with a proper understanding of their feelings, desires and their body, and awareness and control of their actions, the vast majority of people tend to live their lives without pathological cravings for it. And that she would show me and tell me the difference between exhibitionism and pure nudism. And of course she thanked me for my revelations and trust in her. And I summed it up, since everything is going like this, then I definitely need to direct my desires in the right direction.

The first thing we did at her insistence was to visit one of the lakes, which are popular with rare vacationers from the locals, on weekends. She suggested that I start by giving up the swimsuit in favor of underwear. Moreover, she even bought a set and gave it to me. As I expected, however, it was almost transparent underwear.

She herself was wearing a monokini, but with a rather high thigh neckline. Which made her charms below the waist, which was also open at the sides, look just great. It was certainly nice to see how much her bikini area was perfectly groomed. In this type of swimsuit, it's probably even more noticeable than in a regular bikini. A little later, after I asked her why she recommends skinny dipping, she never does it herself. She showed me an incredibly scary seam that amazed my imagination. It ran along the entire abdomen. After that, I never asked her any questions about it. And by all accounts, she appreciated it.

We settled down at some distance from the mass of vacationers. There were probably three or four companies there. By the presence of children, it could be concluded that family people. We spread the blanket. She quickly got rid of her outer clothes. Of course, I had to make some effort. I was well aware of what kind of underwear I was wearing. I took off my sundress. Of course, I felt like I was the center of attention. But, it turned out not to be so. I lay down on my stomach, realizing that my butt was now in full view of those who wanted to look at their new neighbors on the beach. Even at some distance. After all, the panties had a dense fabric only in the area of the gusset.

A friend, her name is Daria, asked: What? Are you going to lie on your stomach all day? And she reminded me of my eagerness to stay naked as much as possible when meeting that couple in the woods. I told her that it was a completely different matter. To which she laughed, and yet, no! She didn't offer! She took my hand and pulled me into the water. I just couldn't disobey. And now, the moment we get out of the water. She deliberately made sure that we didn't get out where we entered the water near our blanket, but where there was the largest crowd of people on the shore. The effect was mind-blowing. That's for sure, I was getting everyone's attention. Some even pushed a neighbor and pointed in our direction. You have to get over it! And to be a very educated, well-read person, in order to convey all the feelings and emotions that covered me at that moment.

My underwear, especially my panties, which already hid almost nothing, turned out to be wet, as it seemed to me, on the contrary, they began to contrast what underwear should hide. Carefully examining my toes, otherwise I simply could not hide my shame, accompanied by Dasha, trying my best not to twitch in an attempt to cover my pubis and tits, I went to our place of residence, trying to follow Daria as closely as possible.

However, when we reached our bedspread, I looked back. I was surprised, and even a little confused. No one even looked after us. Of course, it wasn't without the ubiquitous boys, several of whom, more daring and mischievous, moved closer to our clearing. However, it didn't bother me much. It was obvious that, due to their age, they could only be motivated by curiosity, without any vulgar quirks.

They were just fooling around with each other, and of course they were watching us sideways. Daria said: Well, you see, everything is fine! You're not a freak like me. Besides, did you forget that you asked me to help you do this? So relax, and be yourself. Listen to your desires and your body, I'm here.

I lay down on my stomach again. Daria unbuttoned my bra after a while, saying why do I need these stripes. We talked, as always, about nothing. As it usually happens on vacation. Then, she started asking about how my guardians view my hobbies. I told them they didn't know, and that I would tell them some other time.

I was overcome by laziness and relaxation. I didn't even want to talk, I was so tired of the heat. I suggested a swim. She supported me and offered to help me fasten my bra. I sat down without suspecting anything. And suddenly, with a sudden movement, I didn't even have time to come to my senses. The bra was in her hands. I could only gasp in surprise. And automatically press your palms to your breasts. She hid it in our backpack. I indignantly asked her what she was doing and what she was up to! What did she say:

So! Stop being modest! Now our Varya will be topless on the beach. Especially since you can still afford to go braless with your breasts. She laughed and pulled me back into the water with her.

Everything happened so quickly and unexpectedly that I, attracted by her, did not even have time to comprehend everything that was happening. Nevertheless, it happened. I'm topless on a public beach, if that's what you can call the shore of the lake. I didn't look at the people around me. My goal was simple. Dive into the water faster.

And of course, it's impossible to sit in the water forever. I gathered all my courage and, encouraged by my friend, got out of the water. My breasts are proudly fixed with nipples on those who look into my eyes. And yes! I see their eyes, which are far from looking into my eyes. My eyes are secondary now. My nipples are playing their role. Did I want this? The answer is yes. After that, I didn't have to lie on my stomach anymore. I could feel the admiring stares on me. I saw how people tried and pretended they weren't interested in my breasts. I liked knowing that.

I even got used to it a little bit. I stopped just lying like a deck on my stomach. I even dared to get up and stretch my arm joints a little, doing the usual warm-up. Of course, I saw those sly laughing sparks in my friend's eyes.

And at the same time, one thought was spinning in my head, to the point of ringing in my ears from euphoria. Why do I need panties? After all, everyone who is interested already has a general idea of what they are supposedly hiding. I was half-asleep, lying on my back with my panama hat over my head.

I imagined a picture of myself not like this, with bare breasts, it doesn't matter that it's just a name – breast, lying on my back, enjoying the sun, and the neighbors overcome their desires to openly look in our direction. And the boys frolicking at the water's edge, where I pretend not to pay attention to how they unsuccessfully try to see between my legs what the gusset on my panties hides there. After all, the rest that attracts them so much, like a partially pubic bush and a gap between the buttocks, is no longer a secret to them, thanks to the translucency of the panties.

I imagined it. I probably even dreamed about it. How carefree I am, walking between these people with a kind, open smile, I apologize for bothering them, and I respond to their compliments. How my new friend Daria calls me to her, and asks her to bring ice cream, which is helpfully brought here to the beach by local boys on bicycles from the village shop, earning a small penny. Which is not so far away on the outskirts of a neighboring farm.

How I approach them, with money clutched in my fist, and they helpfully choose the coldest briquette they have. And they do it clearly delaying time. Or lying down, no matter how! On the stomach, or on the back, the main thing is that with legs spread freely and relaxed. And I don't pay attention to people passing by us. And most importantly! I'm not just topless. I'm completely naked! Yes, this is probably an erotic dream. Dasha shook me awake. When I woke up, I didn't even realize what was going on. Nevertheless, the sun was going to his house, and the mosquitoes went.

On the way home from the lake, I told this dream to Dasha. She just smiled back and said it was the same exhibitionism. And that I will soon outgrow this stage. It just takes time. I didn't argue with her. She probably knows what she's saying, unlike me.

The next experience of our water treatments was the same lake, but on a weekday sunset evening. She told me to come to her office a few hours before it was over.

Arriving at the construction site, I was met by a woman who let me through the gate. At the same time, greeting me, she put her arm conspiratorially around my shoulders and asked, clearly not demanding an answer from me. Ah! Is this the niece of our architect who likes to show off her ass? Nothing! You're a little weird, but you're a brave girl. Don't be afraid of anything. Moreover, you don't need to be shy about your figure. You're fine with that. And when you grow up, and you don't stop exercising, as your aunt told us, you'll look your best! You have everything for that.

I was just stunned by such a reception and acquaintance. And in response, she just blushed! It felt like my ears and neck were on fire. Nevertheless, she led me deeper into the facility. And as we walked, everyone tried to get a closer look at me and greet me. It's a strange feeling. Of course, I knew the reason, but I didn't think there would be such a violent reaction. They all finally saw up close that mysterious girl who is walking naked in the woods, and who is the niece of their boss.

Daria came to meet me. We greeted each other, and she pulled me into her makeshift office. The house was still in the first stage of its construction. So the office was a bare gray room with a closet, chair, desk, and laptop. I was trying to start a conversation about what I'd heard. She interrupted me and said, "It's over later!" Come on, quickly. The sun will set in a few hours. You remember that we're going to the lake! She asked me what I was wearing. I lifted the hem of my sundress, showing her the gift.

So. Everything is clear. I hope you don't have a bra. She said meaningfully with a smile. Then she reached into her bag and took out a piece of bright lemon-acid color. She stretched it out between her thumbs. It was a thong. Unusual thongs. Their triangle of matter was negligibly small! As she said, it's a T-front model.

Allegedly, it seemed to her that with the structure of my hips, this is the most suitable model. And the color is very elegant and shading. Judging by the color of your nipples, you probably have the same light down there, too. Puzzled, I asked her what she meant. To which she pointedly, placing accents and accents, almost syllabically said: Anus! My dear, Your volcano. If it's going to be visible sometimes, let it be highlighted in that particular color. So get changed quickly and let's go. Daylight is running out.

She had a scooter at work. I've never worn a thong. I've only seen them in photographs. Of course I was interested. Everything new is interesting to me. A researcher was clearly born in me. I pulled on my panties and adjusted them as best I could. And here's the bad luck! The triangle didn't cover my bush. She fussed and told me that it was okay. What's natural is not ugly, she said with a smile.

She quickly undressed. It was the first time I saw her naked. And of course, that awful seam! I just imagined her without him. Yes! she has an elegant figure after all. I noticed, it was just impossible to resist it. Her pubis was perfectly clean! Not like mine. Although, I myself have some kind of misunderstanding, and not a decent bush, as it should be. Compared to my girls on the swimming team.

She put on her swimsuit, put on shorts, a T-shirt and a short suede jacket. We said goodbye to the workers who came to the meeting, got on a scooter, and raced to the lake.

The shore was empty. I didn't even know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But then I decided it was okay. No matter how you look at it, I'm still not as fearless as I wanted to appear. I have no experience, and these thongs. When I took off my sundress and walked a little along the shore, it even seemed to me that I was more embarrassed being in them than I would have been just naked. Being completely naked was somehow more natural and easier for me. But it seemed to me that I wanted to artificially attract attention to myself. And then there's that hair, treacherously sticking out from above the triangle.

We went swimming. Dasha later said that she probably shouldn't have bought these thongs because she tried so hard to choose them. There's no one on the lake anyway. She laughed. I suddenly told her. Let's go swimming together! Naked! There's no one here! She looked at me sadly and refused. I think I realized that I had hurt something with my suggestion. Obviously, she wanted to swim like that, but for some reason, she probably couldn't. And I had an idea. Go swimming late at night! I didn't tell her about it, but I remembered the idea. Next, I took off these panties and ran into the water. Dasha didn't support me this time. While I was splashing around and did several hundred different swimming styles, there were changes on the shore.

A minibus pulled up to the shore. And, a bunch of people poured out of it. All men, seven people. Judging by their clothes, these are people from the forest reserve. They were wearing the same outfit as my case. He was a gamekeeper. My grandfather had his own plot, which he constantly courted along paths familiar only to us. He has an interesting job. I even dreamed that when I grew up, I would do just that. I often loved going with my grandfather to his work. It happened that we sometimes returned home on the third or even more day.

The men poured out of the car. They greeted Daria. They talked about something, looked in my direction and laughed together, including my friend of course. I swam closer to the shore. Well, what can I say. I was very scared. I took a closer look at them. And suddenly! I was speechless. I recognized two of the men. They once visited my grandfather at work at the hunting lodge. Of course they knew me well. They always brought me gifts, or all sorts of crafts made of wood or cones, if they came to my grandfather. They noticed me, too, of course. A guy I know shouted, Mittens (that's what my guardians affectionately called me). And you're here! I had no choice but to wave my hand in greeting. That's right, well done. It's an amazing day for swimming. The water is probably like fresh milk!

They quickly undressed, and noisily plunged into the water. I quickly swam away from them at a decent distance. They began diving intensely, shouting, puffing like walruses, jokingly drowning each other, stirring up all the water. Less than five minutes later, they jumped ashore. They reached for the bus. And then things began to appear that said that their vacation was going to be long. There was a barbecue, and everything related to it. Then bags of food and drinks. One of them immediately got down to business. A fire, skewers, and the construction of an improvised table made of some kind of canvas cover on the grass.

They started a conversation with Daria. It seemed to me that she was even glad to see them. I called her. She came up to the water and asked me how long I was going to sit there like a frog. I was offended by her, and almost crying, I asked her to throw me a sundress. I'll put it on in the water. To which she asked with a kind smile.

— Varya, what happened to you? Have you forgotten what we were talking about? One minute you're jumping out of your sundress in front of strangers, the next you're feeling shy. I can't understand you. Come on, stop being naughty, stop getting wet, come out already.

"But, Dasha! I whined tearfully. I can't do this.

— Have you forgotten the purpose of our trip? You asked me to support you in your endeavors. It seems to me that the most appropriate case for this could not be thought of. I see that all these men are quite friendly and funny people. And after all, I'm always there for you. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Come on, come out, or else you don't need to cool down yet. Look at the hands. Gooseflesh was already all over her.

I said I couldn't just walk out. After all, two of them know me, and they know my grandfather. They're friends. I'm completely naked! I even took off those poor panties. She frowned, thought about it, and said. Okay, where did you put them? I'll bring them to you now.

She went to our clearing, then came up to the company. They talked about something and laughed together, looking in my direction. At the same time, Dasha shook her finger at them. She came to the shore and threw them at me. Here, put it on. We're on the beach after all. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Remember what you told me about your milkman. Imagine there are seven of them. She smiled. To which I replied that I was not at all what I am now, and that was a long time ago. What are you doing? Are you saying that I look the same as I did back then? I said resentfully.

She said with a smile. Oh, come on! You're a grown-up girl now. Come on, finish getting wet and come out. I already told them you were naked, and they told me they guessed. We saw you in the water. She turned around and walked towards the company. I was shocked by this news. While I was underwater, I was putting on these thongs, constantly repeating to myself: Don't worry, you're on the beach. Everything will be fine. You were already topless, nothing happened. Everything was the same last time. So what if the panties are different. They were generally transparent. After all, no one forced you. That's what you want. Especially if they already know you're naked. I was winding myself up.

And suddenly, my friend shouted loudly. Come on Varyukha, come out already. Stop getting wet in there. Your friend told us everything. Don't worry, no one will bite you here. Everyone laughed together. And Dasha, too, as if she were in league with them. He shouts and waves his hand, stop getting wet! Come to me, don't be afraid. In response, I said that I would swim a little more.

And gathering her courage, and replaying her soothing mantras in her head, she crossed her arms over her chest and came out of the water with a silly smile on her face. I was expecting everything, mentally preparing for any turn of events. But the unexpected happened, and even discouraged me.

No one turned to look at me. They were sitting, as before, in their family underpants, squatting around a simple meal, and talking enthusiastically among themselves. Daria stood at the barbecue with one of my grandfather's friends, Mikhail, and gave advice on how to keep an eye on the meat and fire. Of course, she was against their background in her swimsuit with an incredibly high cut with an immaculate waist open on the sides, which made the fabric on her ass almost completely disappear into the gap, and the pubis was covered with an insufficiently wide strip of fabric, allowing you to see the bases of the hips passing into the crotch, it just looked contrasting and defiant. I thought sadly to myself, especially about the modestly sticking out hairs above the lemon triangle of my panties.

She turned to me, waving her hand invitingly. Come here, I'll pour you some juice. Do you want some juice? Which one do you want? I crossed my arms over my chest and greeted Uncle Misha. Then the others deigned to look at me, which made me cringe incredibly. But that was not the case. My second friend said: Why are you standing there like an inanimate? Come on, sit down by the clearing. Help yourself. Take what looks at you and like it. Oh! Look at her fancy panties! Egor probably didn't buy them for you. Everyone laughed together. I was a little taken aback by such a compliment, and involuntarily lowered my hands to cover my lower abdomen. Those spiky hairs just made me feel numb and shy. All that's left for me is to modestly support the joke with my smile. Egor was my grandfather's name.

Daria said it was her gift. To which the men, interrupting each other and not paying attention to me at all, began to talk about modern youth as something unnatural, not knowing how to live properly, and eventually about its complete madness. And then again about thongs. The main thread was that who invented them? What is their practical purpose? If you dare to wear them, then you might as well walk around and shine your naked ass without them. Get out! Varyukha! The whole ass is naked! That they are, that they are not! One of them says: Well, honey, come closer, don't be afraid, turn around. I glanced at Dasha. She nodded at me in the affirmative. I turned my back on them.

Well, look, what did I say? Said one of them. No tits, no ass, no tan marks. You've been running naked on the lakes all summer, baby! And you've got a lot of guts, apparently. Then why are you wearing these panties now? Did you lose your bra in the water?

And then I blurted it out without thinking at all. Why do I need it? I'm fine as it is! And if you don't like it, don't let them watch. Everyone laughed together at my outburst of courage and revelation.

Well, that's right! It's too early for you to think about bras yet.

Here Daria furiously entered into a polemic, explaining the rapid development of fashion, attitudes towards morality, and all in the same spirit. Then she attacked them altogether. Why are you bothering a girl? Stop making her blush. You've got these thongs! Let her wear it if she likes. It's none of your business what she likes or dislikes. The men started apologetically making excuses. Come on, Daria. Who's against it? Everyone is in favor. Let the girl rest as she pleases. Varya, baby, don't pay attention. Everyone likes your panties. Don't worry. That's it! Enough of the nonsense. We're not cowards, we came here. Come to the table!

They drank, of course. And the conversations became more active and more open. But I lost interest, and went about my business. I went to explore the surroundings of our clearing. Moreover, as I realized, I didn't make much impression on them with my bare breasts. Their attention and gushing charm were directed at my friend. And it's not surprising, looking at her form in this swimsuit. And all the reasons to worry about this have disappeared. For some reason, they were not interested in the presence of these incomprehensible, for me, too, by the way, these thongs.

I forgot everything. I forgot about their insignificance. I hung around them, often sitting down between them in order to treat myself to some food. Sometimes I laughed with them from the jokes and stories they told about their lives and work. They mentioned my grandfather more than once. It was so easy and pleasant for me that I got used to this situation. I ran along the shore and swam a few more times. I was so relaxed and used to the surroundings that it never even occurred to me that I was almost naked jumping here in front of them. I was already indifferent to everything, and at the same time happy and serene.

Even when we went swimming together again. And the men started throwing me, and then Daria, up into the air, imitating a trampoline with their own hands. It amused me so much that I asked for more and more. One of the men, the healthiest, himself, alone, threw me high up, and I fell into the water with a squeal. And at the same time, as soon as my head was on the surface, he would pick me up underwater and throw me up again. It was very cool! There were some seemingly ridiculous cases that didn't bother me at all at that moment.

Two men, holding each other with healthy hands, cross on cross. The third one, an acquaintance of my grandfather's, or some other one, snatched me out of the water, screaming, happy! He energetically hoisted me onto this "trampoline", the hands of men. Of course, I immediately grabbed their heads to keep from falling. And almost every time, being in those strong arms, I was forced to adjust my panties.

Daria probably got the size wrong a little bit. Anyway, from the activity of my movements, they seemed to be alive. When they got wet, they could hardly hold on to their hips with intense movements. I also noticed this during my classic swims. In general, it's amazing how she found such a size at all. It doesn't matter what size it is, though. Two elastic ropes, one of which somehow hid my "charms". So, of course, the slightest physical impact had its consequences. They were treacherously slipping off me. Sometimes, even thanks to my knees, I didn't lose them at all.

It all depended on the speed and intensity with which I was fished out of the water to be put on a trampoline. At first it was terribly embarrassing, and then it was funny. I constantly had to apologize with idiotic smiles, pull them on with requests to turn away. Then I got tired of it. And I started doing it without unnecessary words, with practiced movements. As if that's the way it's supposed to be.

In such cases, I was constantly insured by holding my legs just above the knees by the one who put me on the trampoline. Of course, he picked me up out of the water, randomly. Sometimes I found myself with my back to him, sometimes face to face. Almost always, my boobs, which were just starting to stand out more or less, and then, probably, thanks to the nipples, ended up in those huge palms when a man grabbed me by the sides under the arms and pulled me out of the water. When it happened for the first time, of course, I was very embarrassed, but then I got used to it. Depending on how I surfaced with my face or back to him.

It was the only way, thanks to his insurance, that I could avoid leaning on the heads of those who tossed me up, so that with a quick movement, to the approving, infectious laughter of the men and Daria, I laughed like crazy and pulled my panties back into place. And of course, it was so fast and clumsy, and even on this eternally moving slippery platform made of strong male hands. That there was simply no point, opportunity, or time to fix anything.

And I stopped paying attention to the little things. For example, when pulling on panties, the fabric triangle treacherously turned out to be in the wrong place for which it should be intended. And my kitten was constantly turning to the left and right of this piece of cloth, which turned into an ordinary string passing between his legs.

Then Daria was the first to lose her patience, she swam up to us. And she shouted sternly. Come on, dragonfly, stop fooling around! Give me their ships! You obviously don't need them anymore! And I, already being in the water, without hesitation, stole them and gave them to my friend. There was some confusion. Everyone instantly exchanged glances with each other. I noticed that. But it was only for a moment. To which I blurted out, looking at the man who noticed my tan there in the clearing.

What's wrong? You said yourself that I shouldn't wear them. Everyone laughed together. And again, strong arms grabbed me and put me on the trampoline. But, the situation is already radically different. I'm completely naked in all my shameless beauty! I had nothing to hide anymore.

And here, the psychological moment. Naked, a man lifts me out of the water and puts me in the arms of two men for all to see. I spread my legs apart, shaking at the knees from instability, tensely searching with my feet for reliable support on slippery hands, leaning on their heads. At the same time, I shout in a tongue twister in excitement: Wait, wait. I'll tell you when! I caught my balance, took my hands off my heads, straightened up like a string, raised my arms up and shouted. Let's! And just like in the pool, she dove gracefully into the water with a movement trained to automatism in training. I was at the height of bliss.

My company was also cheering cheerfully. We repeated it a few more times. Of course, fatigue made itself felt. Which I announced to everyone. Strong arms picked me up again, and they just put me on an improvised trampoline like in an armchair. I put my arms around the men's heads. They just carried me out of the water. I jumped off at the shore, and we walked together to our clearing.

Everyone collapsed on the grass to catch their breath from the intense exertion. And spontaneously, everyone got in, just like that. I, as the fastest and the first, ran to the makeshift clearing, and fell belly down. At the same time, it appeared in almost everyone's heads. Without thinking at all, I fell on my stomach, spreading my tired legs and arms wide, relaxed after everything I had experienced, basking in the idyll of desolation and semi-oblivion. I just forgot, and I was so relaxed after the abundance of friendship towards me, and numerous hugs, and random voluntary and involuntary touches to me, that I was, after all, a girl, and besides, completely naked.

It was worth it that I hugged the biggest man from behind and climbed him like a tree. She stood on his shoulders in order to dive. And everyone is looking at me and waiting for the event, including the one I'm standing on! There were times when I just slipped and fell on his shoulders, and the back of his head was against my stomach. He gently lifted me off his neck with his strong arms, and helped me perch on his shoulders again. And in those moments, I was just as happy as a child. I don't know, maybe it's a father-absence complex. I don't know. But I was happier than I had ever been before. I just wasn't thinking about anything else.

And then I suddenly heard a man's question to Daria. Dasha, how did you discover this girl? After all, I've probably known her since she was on the potty. I know her parents, God rest their souls. They tragically passed away. Well, come on. Just look at her. This is the first time I've seen this. If someone had told me, I wouldn't have believed it. So simple, so uninhibited. Where does it come from? What's the idea with these underpants? Why did you buy her those stupid underwear? Do you want to spoil the girl? To which Daria replied, you're a fool, Mishka, and you don't understand anything. And then it hit me like an electric shock! I imagined from the side what position I was lying in. But I still didn't move, and I continued to lie there, pretending to be asleep and not hearing anything. It was very interesting for me to hear this conversation.

He continued. Why would she need them? Do you want to spoil the girl? I didn't expect such courage from her at all. Just look at that. She doesn't care at all that there are men around. Dasha answers.

You think so, and she cares. She might get high from it. And that was the end of the conversation. Dasha got up and came over to me. I pretended to be asleep. She offered to walk with her. I reluctantly followed her along the shore, away from the company. Everything was heading towards a beautiful sunset. I felt that the conversation would be about me. I was not mistaken.

Dasha started by saying that she was happy for me, but I still have to remember that there are cases that need to be controlled. And she told me how these men were staring at me now, when I was literally lying on my stomach with my legs outstretched in front of their noses. What are you doing? You don't understand what's wrong with your booty, while it's still like a kid's, all your charms are like on a platter under a microscope!

I grinned at him. But Dasha! I begged. You took my panties yourself. And remember how they put me on the trampoline. Men were just breathing between my legs. She said it was a completely different matter. But then, after a pause, she said. Well, maybe I'm wrong. But, I was just a little confused when looking at you, at your holes, I noticed the erection of men. I was scared, to be honest. I replied. What am I supposed to do now? You scared me too. She said she was just nervous so I wouldn't pay attention to it all. That we'll be going home soon. I asked her. Should I wear a sundress? To which she replied sadly, what now?

We were greeted by cheerful, good-natured shouts. Are you guys being secretive? Come on, have a seat at the table. I was honestly confused. And I couldn't think of anything dumber to say when we get back. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to embarrass you in any way. I just thought... then I got a pretty strong push on the back of the head. Daria hissed. You fool! What are you talking about? Shut up immediately!

She said with a forced smile. That our Varya was suddenly overcome by shame. Surely we can forgive her for such a temporary weakness? In response, it started! Varusha! What are you talking about? What do you mean? What were you secretive about, huh? Come on, Daria, admit it! Everyone laughed together. And Dasha answers. And those words really made me blush! I was just burning up. Not so much from the shame of my nakedness, but from my friend's words about me. And then, the same big guy who himself managed to throw me like a ball into the water, says.

Oh, that's what you mean! Varusha! Our dear hostess! Come closer, what are you doing there? You're the boss of our company, aren't you? You have nothing to worry about. Everyone is glad that you are with us. And we are glad that you enjoy being with us. I found something to worry about! Dasha, your friend, told us from the very beginning that you wanted to fool around naked.

That's great. So don't think about the bad. She put some strings on herself. Like a foreign doll. For what? Do you like running naked? No one here is against it! On the contrary, am I right, guys? Who's against having such a brave charmer with us here?

Many, almost all, try to be more attractive by wearing makeup, doing some kind of hairstyle, wearing tempting clothes, like this misunderstanding. Everyone is trying to deceive someone. Cast a shadow on the fence. And you don't need anything, and there's nothing to hide or camouflage. Everything is perfect for you, no matter what you look at. She took off her panties, forgot her bra, and remained naked like an angel. You're all in your natural beauty! You feel good and we look good. Do as you like. You are our beauty! This is how you are now, in your natural beauty, given to you by the Lord. I found something to worry about! Dasha, am I right? Come on, have a seat at the table! Let's drink to our beauty. After such words, I was a little relieved, of course.

Uncle Misha, an acquaintance of my grandfather's, and who was talking to Dasha, poured cognac for everyone, wine for Dasha, and juice for me. We sat down in the space reserved for us between them. Remembering our conversation, I fell on my ass in my usual squat position for a reason. And as it should be in such cases, with your legs tucked under you. He said he wanted to make a toast. A toast to us, and especially to me. And then the praises of my address poured out of the horn. It was certainly nice to hear all this. By the way, this was the first time that everyone was talking about me and about me. I felt very warm and pleasant. I even got up for such a solemn moment. And when it was all said, I asked for permission to say it too. I just couldn't help feeling so euphoric.

I said something like that. Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to feel in the state I like to be in. I mean, being naked, and not thinking about it in your company. I know that many people think this is wrong, and that you should not do this. But thanks to my friend and her support, I'm here with you. And I'm not ashamed! And even vice versa! I like that you see me exactly the way I am, the real me. And I'm glad I got over myself. I am very pleased and happy. I am grateful for your support. Dasha told me that men like naked girls, even if they're clumsy like me. I know about it myself. And when Dasha took my panties, I was afraid that I would look like a fool in your eyes. But, I get it. I was wrong. You have accepted me for who I really am. And thank you so much for that! I'll never forget it. And I'm glad to meet someone I didn't know. That's all I wanted to say.

There was a pause. Then suddenly everyone stood up too, and each, in turn, with warm words of gratitude, began to pat me on the shoulders and cheer me on. They tried to tell me, interrupting and supporting each other. They said that they liked my openness and pride, that they really liked it very much and it was a surprise to see me naked. That they were amazed at my courage, how I joined them for the first time, and then did a brave deed in general. Everyone said it was the first time they saw such a simple, brave, pretty girl running around naked among them. And that my friend is right. We really liked you. It was so great to hear and experience everything!

Then someone offered to take a picture as a keepsake. I liked the idea. I squealed with delight, and started running and fussing. I started to gather everyone in a bunch for photographing. Even with enthusiasm, in the heat of the commotion, she shouted why they had just remembered about the photo.

But, here Daria strictly put everyone down! No photos! This is too much! Have you lost your mind? Thank you for the company. It was a pleasure, and we're glad you enjoyed it too. That's the end of it! And she whispered threateningly to me: Have you completely lost your mind? This is the first time you've seen these guys! How do you know what will happen next with these photos, and where they can be seen!

However, I did notice that a few photos were taken after all. On some of them, I even managed to make a face and stick out my ass. And then, one of them told Daria, I'll take it off anyway. My wife won't believe me if I tell her. And I want to tell you! And he turned to me, Varyusha, if you don't mind, walk along the bank, I'll make a video.

I looked at Dasha, stuck out my tongue at her, and walked along the shore, pretending to be a girl worried about dreams. Then, as if seeing the photographer, I went to meet him, greeting him with a wave of my hands. Then she went to the barbecue and got behind the wheel of the minibus. He showed me a video! To be honest, I thought I looked better. I saw a skinny girl with underdeveloped breasts, but a pretty elastic little ass. The camera angle turned out well when I was walking in front of the camera. From a full-length figure, to a gradual approach, in the flesh to a close-up face. I liked that. He said he would definitely after he showed his wife. He'll send it to Daria, and he'll erase it from himself.

And I tell him in response that I don't care, and the main thing is that he doesn't show grandpa. Deceived! Daria told them that men were shameless, and that she hoped for their conscience. That the girl still has to live and live. And I asked them to think about it. It was only later, after her explanations, that I realized what she meant. But then I didn't really care.

The sun has set. The mosquitoes came. We obviously stayed too long with this company. And despite the wonderful positive emotions, we left their company. I asked Dasha, but can I not wear a sundress for a while? I want to try it on a scooter. She laughed and pointed to the seat in front of her, reminding me of my story, that there was nothing to pretend. They say I already know how it is.

We were warmly escorted. And finally, jokingly, I heard: Varyukha, if you're so brave that you decided to flaunt naked, which is undoubtedly great and this is an act, then stop wearing these shameful underpants when you decide to flaunt like that again! They don't suit you, and they even disfigure you. You're good without them!

Also, I went up to Uncle Misha and asked him not to tell Grandpa anything about this evening. That I'm not ready for him to know about me yet. To which he gently smoothed my hair, and said that it would be a secret as long as I wanted it to be. Although he doesn't understand what I'm afraid of. And I also said that I wanted to see him again so that he could tell me about my parents. We shook hands. And he finally said that he was glad that he got to know me better. And that I was a damn nice girl, and I said keep it up! At the same time, he slapped my ass. I was pleased to hear that, and to see the sincerity of his words in his eyes.

When we were returning home, Daria asked me. How's your friend? How was your evening? What I think about the past.