Becky & Lisa Camping Ch. 04

I managed to disentangle Becky from me at some point in the night without waking her and in the morning awoke in my own bed. I was once again alone in the tent and when I emerged Becky was again nowhere to be seen.

I was fairly certain she had gone off on another little nude walk and to "take care of herself" - the thought that my friend was nearby in the forest fully nude and masturbating to orgasm sent a shiver through me, but I decided not to push my luck by trying to find her again. Instead I walked a different way from the campsite, peed and the cleaned my teeth with water from a plastic bottle. I washed my face and then walked back to camp and brushed my hair.

After that I stood a moment. Thoughts from the previous day's bounced around in my head - things I had seen and conversations I'd had. I wondered what it was like to be Becky - to be so confident and comfortable with her naked body. More than that - to want to be naked whenever possible, and to feel completely certain that there was nothing wrong with stripping off no matter who might see.

The woods were never quiet, but they were only the natural noises of the forest. Otherwise there was a stillness to the place.

In all the time we'd been there we hadn't seen another person, had we.

I made a decision. Quickly, before Becky came back, I pulled my top off over my head. I pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them and after a moments hesitation I did the same with my knickers. I balled up my clothes and threw them in to the tent, and then I stood there, naked in the woods.

I wandered around our little campsite for a few moments, unsure of what to do with myself. Unclothed in the open air, my body felt alien and unfamiliar.

It was cooler than I expected, and the breeze, rather than being the cool and pleasant teasing of my sensitive body that I had expected from Becky's talk of the exhilarating freedom of nudity, was actually rather unwelcome - prompting gooseflesh and stiff nipples, not happy little thrills.

I sat myself down on the ground, leaning back against a tree. It felt slightly damp against my bottom, and twigs and leaves poked and scratched my bare skin.

I had to be honest, I wasn't really feeling this whole nudism thing. I hadn't known what to expect but from how much it clearly meant to Becky, I'd been sort of hoping that maybe it was just me missing the trick - that by trying it for myself it would suddenly all make sense and I'd be converted from a body-shy teenager into... well, not an exhibitionist like Becky! But at least someone who could hang out casually naked with her best friend from time to time (without wanting to go to bed with her either).

But here I was, naked in the forest, nude in nature just as Becky had apparently dreamed of being, and I just felt awkward, cold and fairly uncomfortable.

I stood again and looked down at my naked body. Compared to Becky, I didn't feel like it was the sort of body that cries out to be naked. Becky has those beautiful bouncing D-cup boobs, while I'm barely a B. She's got a gorgeous, curvy figure - a bit of a soft belly but on her it looks lovely and inviting - whereas I'm skinny as anything until you get to my hips when suddenly everything goes nuts and I end up with a bubble butt and monster thighs.

About the only thing you might say I have going for me is that I'm blonde, with long straight hair - and even then it looks thin and lifeless next to Becky's bouncy brunette curls. True, being a natural blonde means I'm not cursed with dark unsightly body hair - but where Becky's dark pubic hair grows naturally into a neat and unobtrusive little triangle at her crotch, my pubes, while a light honey brown, are patchy and always look scruffy.

I was contemplating everything I didn't like about my naked body when Becky returned to the campsite. She was, of course, nude - when she saw that I was too, she squealed with delight.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Morning, you," she said. "Are you... just changing?"

I took a deep breath. "No," I said. "I just thought I'd give this a try. You know, see what all the fuss is about?"

Becky squealed again. "Oh my God! I knew it! I knew you'd give it a go eventually!"

She ran over and enfolded me in a big hug. I felt her bare skin against my own - the warmth of her body, the softness of her breasts pressed against my own chest. My pulse quickened at the intimacy. I could smell her - sweaty, a natural, earthy smell. I returned her embrace, holding her close, feeling her nakedness through my hands and arms. I held her tight - I never wanted this moment to end. My stomach filled with butterflies and my pussy began to ache with arousal.

It was only a quick hug though. We separated and I staggered a little - dizzy with desire and exhilaration. Becky noticed this with concern. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Only you look a little flushed?"

"I'm fine," I lied. "Just all a bit of a new sensation for me is all."

"OK," Becky said, "yes I suppose this is a bit more naked than you are used to!"

I sat back down on the ground while Becky fixed us the last of our breakfast rations. We'd be packing up our camp in a little while - the holiday was far from over, but we were only planning on having 2 nights of wild camping, for the rest of our holiday we would be pitching our tent at a campsite with showers and a shop and a cafe/bar.

I felt uncomfortable. We sat and ate breakfast and the sheer act of eating food while naked felt bizarre to me. Being naked didn't feel that bad, but it certainly didn't feel good the way it seemed to for Becky. It just felt weird. A bit cold, kind of uncomfortable, a little humbling, and weird.

Becky, though, was delighted, and she babbled away happily about how pleased she was that I had decided to try nudism. After a while I started to feel a little dizzy again with all of it. "I think I'm gonna go for a little walk," I said eventually.

"OK," she replied, "should I come too?"

"No," I answered. "It's OK."

"Oh," she said, perturbed.

"It's OK. I won't go far, just to the other side of those trees. I just need to... to clear my head a bit."

"OK..." she said. "If you're sure. I'll be here if you need me."

"Thanks." I stood up and walked away from the camp. I didn't walk for long - I was maybe 100-150 yards away. Then I stopped and leaned against a tree.

Look at yourself, I thought. Look what you're doing. You're starkers in a forest. This isn't you - what are you doing?

It was an uncomfortable truth. I was no nudist! Being naked didn't fill me with joy or freedom or any of the lovely good feelings Becky talked about. It wasn't even especially arousing by itself - only the intimacy of being naked with Becky was enough to turn me on. So why was I doing it? Why had I taken off my clothes this morning?

The answer was obvious - because Becky liked being naked, and I wanted her to like me. No, we were friends, we already liked each other. I wanted her to love me - not the love of the friendship we had but a deeper passion. I wanted her to want me, the way I wanted her.

Which was stupid, because what Becky loved about me was my friendship. Becky didn't want to kiss me and touch me and eat me out until I screamed her name - she just wanted a friend who "got" her, a friend who didn't judge her need to constantly be out of her clothes and running about naked. But what did I want?

I was lost in thought, and the voice startled me. A shout.

A male shout.

"Hello there! I- I say, are you alright there?"

I snapped back to reality with a shock. Walking up the slope towards me was a person. A man. He was dressed sensibly for hiking - stout boots, shorts, checked shirt, a hooded top tied round his waist and a backpack on. He approached me slowly, and as he got closer I could tell he was somewhat older than me, in his early forties. His eyes got wide when he got closer and was able to confirm for himself what he must have already suspected - that I didn't have a stitch on.

I froze - I mean deer-in-the-headlights, sheer terror froze.

"Are you alright miss?" he asked.

"Guh-" was all I was able to respond.

"Are you OK?" he asked for a third time. "What are you doing out here? Where are your clothes?"

"Gu-buh," came my response.

Time seemed to have slowed down for me. I wasn't able to move - but I was acutely aware of every move the man made. He seemed to be trying to be a gentleman and to not stare, but I would catch his eyes moving from my face down to my exposed breasts and my honey-coloured pubic hair.

Then, suddenly, the spell was broken. With a cheery "hello?", Becky appeared from the direction of our camp. The man, already wide-eyed and looking confused, was even more surprised when he saw Becky, who was confidently striding over, as stark naked as I was. Of course.

Becky's voice snapped me out of it, and I came to my senses. I was naked! He could see me! I blushed a furious red and tried to cover my breasts and pussy with my arms and hands. He didn't look too disappointed to be deprived of a show though, as of course Becky with her knockout figure had no intention of covering up her own nudity. It was the man's turn to be taken by surprise, and he gaped as she walked over.

"Are- are you together?" he stammered.

"No, mate," Becky laughed, "you just happen to have stumbled on two completely separate naked girls who both decided to go to the same forest."

The man had to think about that for a minute until the joke dawned on him, then he cracked a friendly smile.

"OK" he said, "I suppose I walked into that one. But what are you doing out here? Why do you have no clothes on? Are you alright?"

"We're fine," Becky assured him. "We're nudists, that's all."

Hey! Less of this "we", I thought! Taking off my clothes once didn't mean I was a nudist as far as I was concerned. I suppose it was less complicated than the actual explanation!

"We camped out here for a couple of nights," Becky continued. "We're on holiday. We thought nobody would see us here so we took our clothes off - sort of a 'getting back to nature' deal."

"Is that right?" the man asked, turning to me.

"Zuh..." I managed. Obviously the power of speech wasn't coming back to me any time soon. So I just nodded instead.

"We thought camping here would be OK," Becky carried on. "I think you just scared my friend a little is all. Is this your land?"

The man shook his head. "No" he said. "I just live locally, I'm just out for a walk. You're right, very few people ever come up here. I'm not surprised you thought it was private enough to do... whatever it is you've been doing.

"Truth be told, I'm not sure who owns it, there's about 3 farms hereabouts that could reasonably claim to but as you can't graze or plant on it I'm not sure any of them are bothered..."

The man chatted on - I wasn't sure if he was a real enthusiast about the whys and wherefores of local land ownership, or if he was just enjoying the fact that his audience was two naked 18-year-old girls - one of whom had no concerns about covering any part of her body.

He was clearly trying hard to focus on Becky's face, but his eyes couldn't help but wander, to take in her beautiful bare breasts and the dark triangle of hair between her legs.

As for me, he certainly didn't ignore me - but I definitely didn't feel his gaze on me anywhere like as much as I noticed it on Becky. I stood there awkwardly, covering my breasts with one arm, my other hand clamped over my pussy.

I desperately wanted to run back to camp and put on some nice, warm, not in any way revealing clothing - but I dated not leave Becky out on her own with the man. He seemed nice enough but I certainly wasn't going to trust him by himself with my naked friend. So I was kind of stuck there.

There was another problem though - as I covered my pussy with my hand I could feel wetness where the tips of my fingers touched my pussy lips. Oh God, I was getting aroused! What was turning me on? Certainly not being naked in front of the stranger - quite the reverse, I was hugely embarrassed. After a moment I realised it wasn't my nakedness that was arousing me, but Becky's. Seeing my friend standing there completely naked, chatting away to a fully-clothed male stranger and acting completely oblivious to her own nudity, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be running around in public with no clothes on, was what was doing it for me. They say confidence is sexy, and Becky's incredible confidence in her body and in the rightness of her nudity was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen her do.

I felt like I would go crazy if I stood there much longer, but fortunately Becky wrapped the conversation up, explaining that we were going to pack up and leave shortly, as we were going for a more "traditional" camping arrangement for the rest of the holiday.

The man looked disappointed we would be going, but he said his goodbyes. As a parting remark he let us know that if we came down to the village when we were done packing up, he'd give us a lift over to the new campsite, which would save us carrying all our camping gear on the walk there and give us more time for fun hiking. He told us the name of his house and the street on which it would be found and left us to it (although I'm certain he turned back and gave himself a good look at our bare bums as we walked back to camp).

Once we were back at our camp I dived into the tent and pulled my sleeping bag over my head. I just wanted to hide from the world for a while.

When Becky found me sitting (still nude) cross-legged in the tent with my sleeping bag over my head and asked me if I was alright, I said nothing and just burst into tears!

"Oh Lisa!" she exclaimed. "What's wrong?" Pulling the sleeping bag off me she pulled me into a warm, crushing hug and I blubbed into her bare shoulder.

"I don't want to be a nudist!" I sobbed. "Or an exhibitionist! I thought I did but I don't and I'm sorry and you'll be disappointed in me but you're so brave and you love it and I love that you love it but I don't love it and I don't want to love it but I don't want you to think I don't love you because I don't love it..."

I think I went on like that for a while, while Becky stroked my hair and made soothing noises, although most of what I said probably didn't make a whole heap of sense.

"It's OK," she said, calming me. "It's OK.

"You don't have to be a nudist," she continued. "You don't have to. Not if you don't want to. I didn't mean to get so excited about it. I know you were trying it for me and that means so much. You don't have to keep doing it though.

"I'm sorry about the guy back there, you were so brave and I'm sorry that I kind of forgot that you might not be comfortable naked like that.

I don't need you to be like me to know that you love me and I love you. You let me be myself around you and you don't judge me or make me feel bad for doing it. This will always be our thing, our connection and that's what matters. You don't need to be doing it too to prove to me how good a friend you are for me."

I felt silly after that. Everything between me and Becky was so confusing for me - but wrapped up in her arms, getting a big naked hug, I started to feel a lot better. After a little while I'd calmed down, and I quietly put my clothes back on and began the task of packing up camp.

Becky, true to form, remained completely naked until we were ready to leave, when she finally dressed.

We hiked with our gear down into the village and found the house of the man we'd met in the woods (his name was Jerry).

Jerry made a joke about not recognising us with our clothes on, but he was perfectly nice and friendly and not at all creepy. Now that I wasn't naked I felt much more relaxed, and we all chatted away as he gave us a lift in his Land Rover up to the camping ground where we'd booked a pitch for the next couple of nights. He dropped us off and I couldn't believe it when Becky lifted up her shirt and popped her boobs out of her bra to give him a little flash as he drove away.

"Just saying thank you," she grinned.

And, well, that's our holiday. Camping at the public campground meant Becky couldn't walk around completely naked all the time but she did still pull a few stunts - attracting a lot of attention for walking to and from the shower block on the campsite in just her towel, for instance.

We did a lot of hiking and sightseeing and spent quite a lot of time in the local pubs and returned home on the train tired, a little sunburned, and happy. Back home, Becky found it just as hard to keep her clothes on, but for the time being she never managed to spend quite as long outdoors in the nude as she did on those two nights of wild camping.

As for me, I was just fine with staying dressed, and Becky has never put pressure on me to be naked too. I think she actually likes it this way, being the naked girl with the clothed friend - and if you haven't already guessed, so do I.