Naed Dare on the Mountain

This is my first story with Literotica. All of the characters are 18 years or older.

Jennie thought she should never have taken the dare, but Melinda and Holly had done dares at the lake. If she wanted to keep these new friends, she needed to be a good sport.

"What do you want me to do?" Jennie asked.

They were in the forest, a hundred yards down from the lake. It had been a warm summer day of hiking and swimming. When it was decided to make the trek back down the mountain to the riverside campgrounds, Holly suggested a scenic route.

Melinda and Holly huddled to think of a good dare. Taller and more buxom than Jennie, they were also a few years older.

"When Holly and I went skinny dipping this morning, you sat on the pier in your swimming suit. True?" Melinda said.

"That is true," Jennie answered.

"You should strip for us. That's only fair," Holly decided, fair-haired with dancing green eyes filled with mirth.

"Yes, that is fair. Strip for us," Melinda agreed, brushing back her long black hair still damp from the lake.

"Here? Right now?" Jennie said, glancing around but not seeing anyone in the area.

"There aren't many people on the trail this time of day," Melinda assured her.

Holly took off the backpack she and Melinda shared. Being petite, Jennie's backpack was much lighter, more for school than hiking. She set it down in the clearing, looking in every direction. The two women took seats on a fallen log, waiting.

"Isn't there another dare I can take?" Jennie asked.

"Look, you want to join our adventure club even though many members aren't thrilled with you," Melinda said. "They think you're too mousy."

"Mousy?" Jennie questioned.

"Cowardly," Holly clarified.

"We agreed to let you join us the weekend. To see if you can fit in," Holly continued. "Tonight, at the campfire, we can tell everyone how you made the lake trek with us and want to join in future adventures. Unless you don't?"

"No, I want to. I want to fit in," Jennie urgently said.

"Okay, then prove it by accepting our dare," Holly urged.

Jennie offered a reluctant sigh and began to strip, starting with her hiking boots and white socks. Her graceful legs showed below her short khaki pants, which came off next, followed by her loose short sleeve shirt, one hesitant button at a time. Melinda took Jennie's wide brim trail hat. Once down to her panties and bra, Jennie paused for more instructions.

"What are you waiting for?" Holly asked.

"Isn't this enough?" Jennie said.

"Were we wearing our underwear while skinny dipping at the lake?" Holly pressed.

"No. Okay, you're right," Jennie said. She unhooked her sports bra and tossed it aside, showing her firm breasts. Though not as large as Holly's or Melinda's, they were nothing to be ashamed of, often described as perky. Then she slowly pulled the pink panties down to her ankles and stepped out, standing completely nude before them. She couldn't remember ever being naked outdoors before. Certainly not before two other women. When she shyly dipped her head, the long golden-brown hair fell over her soft blue eyes.

"Now step out from under the trees into the sunlight where we can see you," Melinda said, pointing to a grassy area twenty feet away. Jennie emerged from under the tall pines into the bright daylight, feeling the warm sun on her bare skin. It felt good. Melinda came to give Jennie a closer inspection, circling her with approval.

"Not bad for a small girl. Good tits. A tight butt," Melinda praised, giving an affectionate slap on the bottom. "I like the wax job. Nothing is more rude than hairy curls creeping out from under a bikini. Not much of a tan, though. You need to get outside."

"My graduate classes keep me in the library," Jennie confessed. "That's why I want to join your club. To get out more."

"This is a good start," Melinda said. She stepped back and raised her phone, taking several pictures. Jennie used her hands to cover herself.

"Don't do that," Jennie objected, red-faced.

"We need to remember this moment," Melinda answered with a giggle before relenting. Then Jennie noticed something going on back under the trees.

"Holly, what are you doing with my clothes?" Jennie asked.

"Putting them in your backpack, dear," Holly answered as she pulled the zipper closed. "This way they won't get lost."

"But I need to get dressed again. I'm naked," Jennie protested.

"It's too soon to get dressed. Melinda and I were naked for an hour at the lake. You can walk along the trail with us for a bit," Holly replied. Jennie reached for her backpack. Holly snatched it away.

"That's okay, Jennie. Melinda is carrying our backpack, so I can carry yours," Holly said, throwing it over her shoulder. "You can thank me later."

Melinda and Holly started down the dirt trail, sometimes through heavy forests and around a rocky cliff where the river valley could be seen many miles below. Jennie hurried to stay up with them, scrambling in bare feet. After the first ten minutes, being naked didn't seem so strange. She kind of liked it. And she felt safe with Holly and Melinda.

And then Jennie saw movement up ahead. Hikers coming up from the opposite direction. Four young men.

"Stop, I need to hide," Jennie pleaded.

"Why? Your tush is cute enough. No reason to be ashamed," Holly laughed, continuing forward.

"I can't let them see me," Jennie insisted, edging off the trail.

"Don't fall too far behind," Melinda warned with a snicker.

Jennie looked for the nearest cover, crouching behind a gray boulder, listening rather than looking. As the guys approached, she heard them talking about the pleasant day and how the women down at the river camps liked to be scantily clad. Their desires were crudely expressed. When the four paused near the boulder, Jennie nearly stopped breathing. Had they seen her? They lit up a joint, shared whisky from a flask, and gradually continued on their way toward the lake. Jennie let out her breath. They had not seen her.

With a sigh of relief, Jennie jumped up and rushed to find her friends. She had lost sight of them when they went around the bend. There was a heavily wooded creek where the trail crossed a small bridge. The path only went one direction. Jennie ran to catch up, once again surrounded by tall pine trees. Melinda and Holly watched her go past them from their hiding place.

"She does have a nice ass," Holly said. "If I was a lesbian, I'd want to tap that."

Melinda raised her camera to take a few more photos of Jennie's butt scurrying down the trail. "These will be fun to share around the campfire tonight," she said.

"I have a good video of her stripping, looking all nervous and embarrassed," Holly said with an eager smile. "The gang will love it. We can put it up on our website."

The women paused to take in the beautiful scenery. The lush green forest. The meandering creek. The scenic path leading down to the village at the bottom of the hill.

"You know, I don't think I have the energy for the long trail today," Melinda decided. "Why don't we take the shortcut instead?"

"That works for me," Holly agreed. "This path won't get us back to the campground until after dark."

The women had a good chuckle, trudging in the other direction.

Jennie couldn't understand why she hadn't spotted Melinda and Holly yet. She was moving quickly despite having no shoes. And no clothes.

Half an hour later, Jennie concluded the girls were moving too fast. Hopefully they would realize how far she had fallen behind and wait for her. At least the trail was well-marked.

Not having been to the park before, Jennie had no idea what to expect. The club members had their camping tents sent up at the river, eight women and six men. Jennie had only brought her rarely used pup tent, and there hadn't been time to set it up before leaving for the lake. As far as she knew, all of her stuff was still in the trunk of Melinda's car.

After another half hour, Jennie realized she wasn't going to catch up with her friends. They had left her buck-naked in the forest, without a phone or even shoes. Was this a prank? Had they fooled her deliberately? She wasn't cynical enough to believe that, but something had gone wrong.

The trail ran intermittently along the bubbling creek. At times, the path narrowed, and at other times expanded into broad meadows. When another group of hikers came in her direction, she dove into a patch of wildflowers, holding still.

"Did you see that?" one asked, a young man with a Capi hat.

"See what?" his slim girlfriend asked.

"Something over there, in those bushes. I think it was pink."

"A wild pig?" a taller man said, squinting through dark eyeglasses.

"Maybe. Or an albino rabbit," the Capi hat laughed. "I have my slingshot. Let's see if we can flush it out."

Oh, no. Oh, my God, Jennie thought, lying flat. What am I going to do?

Something swished through the stems. And again. Then an object bounced off her quivering butt cheek. Jennie wanted to scream, clutching the ground with both hands.

"What ammunition are you shooting?" the young woman asked.

"Just cork balls. Nothing dangerous," her boyfriend answered.

"Well, I want you to stop. Don't scare the poor dumb beast," she said.

"Okay, okay. But I still think we should take a look. Have your camera ready," Capi hat suggested, stepping off the trail into the brush. Jennie heard him coming closer. She considered jumping up and running, though they could easily catch her if they wanted. What would they do to her? Strangely, it was getting her excited. She needed to suppress her heavy breathing.

"We need to reach the lake," the woman said, pulling her boyfriend away. "As it is, we'll need to take the shortcut back down to the river. Let's go."

Shortcut? Jennie wondered. Shortcut? There's a shortcut! Now she knew where Holly and Melinda had gone.

Once the young hikers had moved on, Jennie was up and walking again with brambles in her long hair. Wherever this shortcut was, it wasn't a practical option now. When the trail narrowed again, she saw the brook filled with clear mountain water. She bent over to take a sip, thinking how embarrassing it would be if anyone saw her upturned bottom. Her waxing left nothing to the imagination.

"Well, aren't you a wonder," a voice said from behind her. Jennie was so startled that she fell headfirst into the brook. Fortunately, it was only two feet deep. Sitting on her backside in the water, she turned to look up. It was a fisherman, about seventy years old, wearing wading boots and an orange vest filled of fishing hooks.

"Now let me see," he said to himself. "What kind of hook do I need to catch a water nymph? The Aberdeen? King Kahle? Oh, here, the Octopus. The Octopus catches everything."

He attached the specialized hook to his fly reel and cast it in Jennie's direction with a bold laugh. It missed her by twelve inches. He pulled back and cast again, forcing Jennie to duck.

"Well, shucks, it gots to be the time of day," he muttered. "Or maybe I need a better lure."

Jennie frowned, climbed from the brook soaking wet, and stormed at him.

"What you need are better manners, mister," she said, pounding her forefinger into his chest. "And for someone with aim as bad as yours, you should use a Mustad, not an Octopus."

"Now calm down there girlie, I ain't the one running about naked," he protested.

"We can thank God for that," Jennie replied. The old man stepped back to look her over, remembering younger days.

"Want to split a tuna sandwich?" he asked.

What Jennie wanted was to steal his jacket, but it was too big and must have weighed ten pounds. And she was hungry.

"That would be nice," she agreed. She spent twenty minutes with the old man while the late afternoon sun dried her off, sharing his food and a beer. A soft wind blew through the trees.

"Jennie, I don't want to sound crazy, but can I ask a question?" he said.

"Yes, Harry, please do."

"Are you really naked, or is this a hallucination? Am I lying somewhere dying of a heart attack?" Jennie broke into a big smile.

"I am really naked," she said. "If you weren't married, I'd let you squeeze my boobs."

"That might be worth a heart attack."

"I know CPR," she replied, getting to her feet. It was time to move on.

"Girlie, if you got trouble, I got my cell phone. Don't work up here none too good, but I can try," he offered.

"Thanks, Harry, but no. I'm on a mission now," she answered, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Catch a big one for me. But remember, catch and release only. What would your wife think if you brought back a water nymph?"

The mountain trail began to flatten. There were more meadows and fewer trees. And then, of course, more trouble ahead. A ranch. Horses. A barn and stables. She looked for a way to go around, but the compound spread across both sides of the only road. It seemed the horses were available for rent. She would have liked to ride the rest of the way, like Lady Godiva, if she had any money, enjoying the feel of a leather saddle beneath her. Though she had never tried it without pants.

It was nearly dusk. Jennie guessed the serious riders started in the morning, exploring the many mountain trails. She had seen evidence of them on her journey. By now the horses had been returned to be groomed, watered, and fed. She only saw two ranch hands, both middle-aged men, tending a dozen horses in a corral. She didn't think it be hard to skirt behind the stables to the far side of the ranch. But she couldn't afford to be seen. Even running at full speed, it wouldn't take much for one of the ranch hands to ride her down on horseback and throw a lasso over her naked body. Pulling the rope tight. Dragging her in. What would happen then? Better not to find out.

Stealthily creeping forward, she slipped through the wooden gate and dashed behind the long white stables. But there was a fence blocking her way. To continue, she would need to go through the stables. The ranch hands looked distracted. She slipped inside the door, finding straw in the floor that tingled her bare feet. She saw buckets, rakes, and shovels. Bins were for depositing the horse dung, which didn't smell so bad as she would think. She had only gone halfway when she heard footsteps. She ducked into an empty stall but found nothing to hide behind. How has this happened? she wondered. And then it got worse.

"What the hell?" a handsome young man shouted, seeing a naked woman cringing in the corner. "What is this? What's going on?"

Dressed in blue jeans, a plaid shirt, and cowboy boots, he was carrying rope, a bridle, and tack. Like her, he was in his early 20s. Jennie covered her face with her hands. She couldn't even run as he was standing in the only doorway.

"Please don't yell," she begged. "I don't want anyone else to see me."

"Are you trying to get me in trouble?" he asked.

"No, no. Please, I'm not trying to get you in trouble. My friends stole my clothes. I'm trying to get back to the campground."

The young man paused to study her. She was quite pretty and seemed harmless. He knelt next to her, intrigued by her soft blue eyes. Her smooth skin was probably luscious when not covered in dirt and straw.

"So let me understand this," he said. "You are running naked through our ranch, your clothes are stolen, and you're trying to reach the campground without anyone seeing you?"

"Yes. That's all true," she confirmed.

"Did you know there is a tradition in these parts?" he offered with a grin. "When we find naked girls, we tie them up and put our brands them. You are a fine-looking filly. I look forward to breaking you in." He made a loop with the rope and prepared to drape it over her head.

"Oh, please no. Please don't do that," Jennie said in an explosion of tears. Her body trembled. The small fingers clinched into fists. The young man let the moment linger, feeling sorry for her but also having fun.

"My name is Josh Berman," he said, reaching to shake hands. "I'm a grad student at Midvale University when not working here on weekends. What's your name?"

"Jennie Howard. I'm a grad student at Midvale, too."

"I'm in the physical education department," he explained. "Training to be a coach."

"Medieval literature," she said, accepting the handshake. "And I have no idea what job that will get me."

"Yeah, I see how that could be a challenge," he mocked with a big grin. His deep brown eyes were dancing all over her. Jennie felt a stirring that needed to be suppressed.

"Look, even though you are naked and totally helpless, I'm just kidding about tying you up," Josh explained. "But there are hundreds of people between this stable and the river. More ranches. The country store. A ranger station. You'll never make it past all of them."

"This is so embarrassing. What am I going to do?" she asked.

"We can work on that, if you want my help," he responded. "You say your friends did this to you?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Jennie Howard, you need better friends," he said.

They waited until after dark. Jennie stayed hidden in Josh's tiny employee bungalow under a blanket until he got off work. He came back tired and dirty, taking a shower. He was surprised when Jennie joined him.

"I hope I'm not being too presumptuous," she shyly said, enjoying the hot water.

"You were so scared before. Now look at you," he remarked, holding a sponge. He couldn't get over what a nice figure she had, with pert breasts he wanted to touch, and a snug undercarriage he wanted to explore.

"If you would like to wash me, that's okay. And you've earned more," Jennie dared to suggest, raising her hands above her head. The young man was quite strapping, with gentle eyes and an engaging smile.

"I would love to wash you," he agreed. "But there won't be more. You came to me naked and vulnerable. I can't be sure where your mind is right now, and I won't take advantage of that. It's not who I am."

Jennie couldn't resist giving him a passionate kiss. "Can I get a date once we're back at school?" she asked.

"Once we're back at school, you can get a lot more from me than a date," he promised.

Wearing his jacket, they rode in a jeep through the village down to the river, and then toward the campgrounds. Jennie wasn't even sure the club would still be there. Holly and Melinda might have decided to go home with all her belongings and leave her naked on the mountain. But then she saw their tents near the beach, and a bonfire. It was much later in the evening than she expected, for she and Josh had cuddled in his room for a delicious length of time. They stopped at the edge of the campground where Jennie returned his jacket, climbing out of the jeep nude.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Josh asked.

"This may have been some sort of initiation, or a mean prank, or something worse," Jennie explained. "They left me naked. Took pictures. I'm sure they laughed at me. I need to know if they ever really wanted me to join their club or if this was all a vicious hoax."

"And if it was a vicious hoax?" her soon-to-be boyfriend asked.

"One good thing about studying medieval literature," Jennie whispered. "No one beats us when it comes to plotting revenge."

"I'll wait here for a few minutes, just to be sure you're okay," he insisted.

Jennie took an extra moment to get back in the jeep and give him a fiery kiss. "There are other things medieval literature teaches," she whispered. "Those were very erotic times. Now give me a slap on the butt for good luck."

He gave her the slap, thinking himself the luckiest guy in the world. Nude once again, Jennie sauntered through the night-time campground, getting surprised looks from several campers, until emerging into the light of the club's bonfire.

"Jennie!" Holly screamed. "Everyone, Jennie is here! Thank God, we found her!"