Naked Lien / Cancelled Skinny Dip

[JJA122]

So a story I've written a few scraps of dialogue and description for. I'm not sure if I'll scrap it or not though.
The main character is a petite woman of South-East-Asian descent, her name is Lien and the story is 1POV from her. It is also set in a year before everyone has a mobile cell phone. She is invited to skinny dipping for the second time by some friends of hers. Not sure how it happens, but she is left alone. Maybe her friends don't show or she's the last to leave the water.
Her clothes get stolen or blown away. She has to get home naked. So she waits until dark, then tries bolting from tree to tree. There is some kind of sports game that just finished, and some drunk idiots catch a glimpse of her and try to find her for a few seconds. They will not mention rape at all, but I imagine the reader feeling some danger of that. Eventually she realises she has to go through a part of the park with no trees when she is found by three friendly dudes. They ask her if she's okay and she gets emotional. I imagine she's doing a clumsy portrait of Venus pose. One gives her a shirt, and the other his shorts to cover up.
They walk past the drunk idiots and she hides behind her saviors, perhaps clutching one of their hands, until they leave. The guys are all very sympathetic and try to cheer her up. She realises her feet hurt, she refuses the offer of shoes and so she's carried on their back.
Their car is a pickup truck. so only three seats...
they get her home safely.

"Do... You want to come inside? There’s probably lots of beer that won’t go missing.” I ask them, thinking of a way to pay them back.

They're inside. One of the guy's says it would be nice to have their clothes back. The guy that's been the nicest to her glares at him but she starts taking the clothes back off. Enter awkward compliment about her body.

Then group sex on the kitchen table, or couch? or should it end there?

 

[yukonnights]

Would it be more focused if somehow the trio of "good guys" is whittled down to one lucky guy? (maybe one of the guys has been the leader who persuades the others to be gentlemen?)

Group sex on the table is fine too, but it seems since the story has turned more gentle then it has to be that she suddenly wants a wild foursome? What is the reason she suddenly wants all three guys seems to be the question to resolve in this scenario.

 

[JJA122]

Would it be more focused if somehow the trio of "good guys" is whittled down to one lucky guy? (maybe one of the guys has been the leader who persuades the others to be gentlemen?)

Group sex on the table is fine too, but it seems since the story has turned more gentle then it has to be that she suddenly wants a wild foursome? What is the reason she suddenly wants all three guys seems to be the question to resolve in this scenario.

Thanks for the reply.

Okay, new ideas, there are only two guys. One is gentlemanly and the other is flirty, but she likes both.

The reason she invites them in, is because she was sitting in the middle seat of the pick-up truck because of her size, but one of them has to get out to let her out.

I know it doesn't really work for a modern audience, where it's either noncon/reluctance, or the woman's consent or blatant desire, is the very first thing that happens.
Buuut, I'm imagining she gives them back their clothes, realises what this could look like, and stands there half-expecting something to happen. Like something you would see in an 80s film.

 

[sirhugs]

Perhaps the stripping to return the clothes turns her on? add the desire to thank her rescuers, and hilarity ensues.

 

[LupusDei]

The initial skinny dipping, what if she arrives late to join her initial group already on the way out, but enjoys the experience so much she decides to stretch it and take the risk of staying longer alone, initially absolutely delightfully, until a group of dangerous looking people arrive over where her clothes are left (think biker gang). Since they not notice her in the water, she at first thinks to just hide out until they leave in the bushes on the other side, but eventually realize they intend to camp and drink out there for the night at a bonfire (for a time was semi-regular occurrence in a semi-public swimming hole I know). Perhaps they too did skinny dip, perhaps she even observed them having (brutal) sex, perhaps they found her clothes and made a point to destroy them, loudly joking and mocking the slut that dropped them and offering each other increasingly violent ideas what they would do with the owner.

That sets up the paranoia when she decides to run on a long round about way, and why the crowd that offers comparable cat calls spooks her so badly.

And I would agree that two guys work much better than three and perhaps even better than one.

One can be outgoing and flirt more aggressively, the other the introvert quiet "safe" gentleman who offers her a way of compromise way out of situations the other creates, but never a complete out. Of course it's the outgoing guy who contributed most of her temporary clothing at first and ask back later. The guys are that kind of very close friends who have shared girls before, but that we don't need to learn beforehand of course. She's been horny since before when, and on adrenaline high, and guys know their game, and so it ends in a tender threesome on the couch first, evolving for on the table act, cuddling with the quiet guy after...

 

[LupusDei]

On the run she may not realize that being naked she can cross the river about wherever, or even get partially lost on the other bank she doesn't know that good if at all, and go for the bridge in the town, not realizing it would be illuminated. And going for a second, semi-forced skinny dipping in the dark under that bridge is how she breaks the pursuit.

 

[HectorBidon]

I see the heroine as being somewhat innocent---not a virgin, maybe, but certainly not a slut. The skinny dipping was quite daring and thrilling for her, but she felt safe among her friends. She is truly terrified by the ruffians, and truly conflicted with her saviors---having little choice but to entrust herself to them, hoping her trust is warranted. The scene where they walk past the ruffians is great. She gets home safely and does feel a bond to her heroes. She feels the thrill again of being so nearly naked in front of them, and taking off her clothes again is a kind of exuberant release. She feels safe enough with them to show off like this, she is aroused, but isn't really trying to do anything more than show off. The gentlemanly boy at least realizes this and eventually drags the other one out with him. The girl again has conflicting emotions---relieved, but a bit disappointed, to have come through intact. Later in bed she masturbates, wondering if the two boys are doing the same.

 

[JJA122]

Very nice, I like how stressed the Ex. & Voy. theme.
I was definitely feeling the same way about her sexuality. Briefly mentioning her first time was with her prom date just before prom. But then perhaps nothing after that.

 

[LupusDei]

Just a few more random details that may or may not be useful (this being absolutely my kink profile was thinking about).

Maybe there's a submissive girl (Sally) with the people who drive Lien away from her clothes (I imagine 3 to 5 biker type guys, perhaps two equally rough women and the lone cute pink slut blonde who kind of seems out place on first glance). And while Sally profoundly enjoys being used and degraded, from the distance it looks... bad, but also incredibly arousing to Lien who is frightened that she would end up similarly kidnapped and abused if discovered. And maybe some or all of Sally's clothes are also destroyed with comments how she will have to walk around naked, again. With may be just verbal games, but Lien can't know that for sure of course.

And the two "saviors" I imagine the flirty (Fred) as very tall and lanky and gentlemanly (John) as stocky, muscular guy in button up shirt and jeans or even slacks. And maybe John and Lien recognize each other somehow, not even necessarily know by name but had noticed noticed as a client in business or some such, and that recognition and John's reserved professionalism is what precludes Lien from just attempting to run away when discovered, while it also highlights the embarrassment of being seen by someone who is somewhat less than perfect stranger.

Fred is wearing wide and shortish tshirt over baggy beach shorts, and is quick to give the tshirt to Lien, and while it is still barely long enough to be a short dress for her, she still feels effectively bottomless while going past the randy sports fans. Then when John offers to carry her, either Fred points it out jokingly or she herself complains that her butt would show, and Fred ends up giving her his shorts too. What doesn't leave Fred naked, but probably in just tight and certainly not public rated underwear, with is almost worse. For what Lien feel somewhat guilty, but Fred doesn't seem to care.

Also, walking around naked, especially over rough terrain, through bushes or long tangled grass is very tasking on untrained skin, not just feet, but legs up to mid thighs and arms over the elbows and depending on how active you are in squatting down while hiding and crouching around, also shoulders, butt, chest, spine, and just about anywhere. Bush branches are spanky. Even the grass may not seem like much, but can be sharp and leave tiny scratches and light bruises that start to swell and burn few hours later (but usually gone in a day). For that reason alone a cold bath in spring fed brook after a naked run through dense forest underbush in the dark can be absolutely delicious and delightfully shooting. And yes, I talk from personal experience here.

Such irritated skin can be just another tiny factor for her feeling near relief when Fred ask his clothes back, and convince her to turn down John's offer of his shirt. Or even accept but never close and briefly after discard again. What makes John recognize her skin condition and ask for shooting cream or something similar he could massage in her wounded skin, perhaps indeed claiming personal experience with this (but probably offering no further details, maybe beyond exchanging few obviously insider jokes with Fred).

Note also, that at this point she had spent several hours nude, observed several other people in undressed state, both in initial swim group and the intruders, and been seen, including by random strangers, all that setting her current "modesty threshold" very low, now in perceived safety nudity is no big deal anymore, almost the new normal for the moment. Yes, it's temporary and highly contextual, but the sense of freedom and normalcy of nudity after comparable experiences is so profound it's clear the social modesty is completely artificial construct imposed on us by training. (In settings where it's perceived safe and duly accepted, most people virtually forget their own nudity in under forty minutes.)

And what might get things going beyond massage, could be the guys getting her report and relive her earlier voyeurism.

 

[JJA122]

Funny, I had named the John guy as John too. The other guy's name is Reece. Also was thinking about cuts and bruises, although I was imagining she slips through a small gap in a wooden post fence and hides in the brush.

 

[LupusDei]

Funny, I had named the John guy as John too. The other guy's name is Reece. Also was thinking about cuts and bruises, although I was imagining she slips through a small gap in a wooden post fence and hides in the brush.

The only reason I'm not committing to attempt my own full rendering is that I'm not promise to write anything, because... well, conflicted voices in my head may not be the right reason but would be relatively uncomplicated. I'm sure however, that those would be different enough stories without even trying.

That said... cuts... no, injuries aren't generally sexy, but yes, a lightly damaged sole could be easy reason to justify need of her being carried. Bruises, think rather scratches and that sort of damage a vigorous spanking would cause. And yes, it all pass next to unnoticed before decompression, it's even totally believable if an open cut in her sole is discovered only after they're past the crowd. And unless seriously deep (in stitches required territory) it wouldn't bleed, blocked by dirt and feet being cold and adrenalin high, but may when disturbed by examination of the pain (and then you clean it out until it bleeds freely before burning it out with iodine and plastering up, but that's at home).

 

[JJA122]

What were you imagining the temperature be? And what state/country?

 

[LupusDei]

What were you imagining the temperature be? And what state/country?

If (or maybe when) I would write it, I would most likely to put in environment I know and love, where I keep bees and harvest grapes at 57° North.

Sure, that's a bit misleading to say, as that parallel corresponds to Nain in Newfoundland, Polar Bear Provincial Park on the Hudson Bay or Prince Whales Island in British Columbia, but I'm sitting right about 40 miles north from the geographic center of the continent of Europe, with is also misleading as people forget the actual eastern border of Europe continent is the Ural mountains. But on the eastern end of Baltic Sea our climate is sometimes described as oceanic, and yes, until recently Latvia hold the record for the northern most commercial wine gardens.

So, no polar bears here, but what's hot for us is barely warm weather for some. The local drop-your-clothes-dizzy-from-heat-horny temperature border is around 26-27°C (80 F) and twenty days of that a year aren't guaranteed (note, it combines with 90% humidity, so feel much hotter). Normal people who doesn't swim all year around (yes, cutting holes in the ice if they have to) consider it as soon the water hits 16°C (61 F), and in a small river (we have many) it almost never would go over 20°C (68 F) and even that only in the evening, cooling again overnight. A small lake or a pond (almost any hole in the ground will expose groundwater) could be few degrees warmer on the surface, but still water tend to stay close to the normal 8°C (47 F) just a few feet under surface. At sea (we have some 400 kilometers of perfect white sand beach) water temperatures depend primarily from wind direction, for the same reason

Speaking of nights, nighttime temperatures of 20°C (68 F) or over are called "tropical nights" and there's a cherished handful of those nights a year, scattered at random any time from April till September, but on other extreme, only ten days in July frosts have never been recorded.

Now, for the naked adventure of Liene* I would go with a particularly hot day in June or July (probably at the end of last century to avoid cellphones/smartphones).

(*) your Lien-, pronounced with diphthong /iɛ/ and with mandatory grammatical ending added, it becomes popular traditional Latvian name; the 5th declension Liene is typical, 4th declension Liena is also possible, but relatively rare; endearing diminutive form Lienīte /Liɛni:te/.

By the way, my stereotypical association of Liene is of a seemingly bland, perfect oval faced slender girl-next-door natural blonde with a thick long braid maybe even down to her waist, full but not huge breasts, notable but not too wide hips, and completely oblivious of her own beauty hidden in that dull grey dress nobody would mourn. Ah yes, and cotton comfort underwear not meant to be seen.

During the noon (with happen here around 13:30 due to nonsense "daylight saving" time zone clock) and early afternoon when it could be as unbearable heat as over 30°C (86 F) for few hours, she probably was at work or whatever it was a friend had to drag her out off, probably no sooner than 18:00 but probably around 19:00, two hours over the bell, or even later. The sun is still high, but the shadows already much longer than objects tall, and the heat lingers, but now is more stored, radiating from hard surfaces that accumulated it, than direct, and it slowly cools. Sun will only hide around 22:30 at exact NorthWest, after rolling along the horizon for over a hour, and if the clouds are right (light, high cirrus clouds in the north) there can be noticeable midnight glow coming form due north.

Sometime around 21:30 air temperature may drop below that of the water surface, with is then being described as "like a hot tub" even if unlikely exceeds 22-23°C, but as the sun sets you can see mist rising from it. At the same time dew drops on the grass; early in the evening it would be more noticeable on short cut grass, but by the sunrise (at 4:30 in Northeast, and it's almost full daylight before that) when witchcraft acolytes are expected to batch in dew for beauty at midsummer night, the grass will be water soaked no matter how tall, each tread in spider nets highlighted by beads of sparkling droplets, and incautious hit on a brush can give you a cold shower. Very cold shower, as the dew is naturally cold. It is actually exactly the dew in the grass on the bank that let the water seem noticeably warm by contrast.

We are not wandering till the morning this time though. She probably moved from her initial hideout when the light finally started to die, two or three quarters of an hour after sunset, and hit the town in the short span of near darkness, around 00:30 maybe. It's still comfortably warm, around 17-18°C perhaps, at least out in the open, may be more close to the buildings or in natural enclaves facing south if there had been no wind, less under dense three canopies. Light mist that lingers in terrain depressions or on meadows between threes is cool and dew on grass cold, paved walkways warm to the naked feet in comparison.

And the guys that flow out of a "sports bar" could have watched some game abroad, we are two hours ahead of London and 7 of America's East Coast, and while very few here even know baseball or American football even exist, NBL and NHL are very popular, especially when our guys participate, and there's almost always someone, or at least "brothers" Lithuanians in basketball or other Europeans abound in ice hockey. European League basketball games also sometimes are very late. And given the whole world, you can probably find a football, ahh, "soccer" game somewhere anytime, and it is followed religiously, Germany, Britain, even Brazil, but not Africa for some reason.

Of course, a place with more reliability stable hot climate could probably give more options. Shorter and more orderly sunsets of south can be as much an asset as impediment; I for one love the hours long twilight we have here, when you may not even notice when you lost color vision and then be not so much blinded by light sources than taken by surprise colors exist in the world. Well, that's probably exacerbated by my werewolve's night vision, I know ordinary humans and girls especially may experience it differently.

 

[JJA122]

Interesting points Mr Werewolf.

Just to be clear, I don't have a fetish for Asian girls, it was an excuse to make her small. I also am a little tired of reading about "small pink areolas" on Literotica.
Lien was one of the names I liked on a list of Vietnamese girls names.
You're Liene is intriguing though, especially the braid, and the Latvian setting? Latvians are known for heavily drinking aren't they?

This idea *partly came from a story a teacher read us as a kid. Where a boy decides to swim in a water-hole by himself and then has to walk home naked after losing his clothes.

*partly not party

 

[astuffedshirt_perv]

This idea party came from a story a teacher read us as a kid. Where a boy decides to swim in a water-hole by himself and then has to walk home naked after losing his clothes.

!!!!!! A teacher!

Anyway, MatthewVett has a similar story Birthday girl in her birthday suit
The key is how does she end up naked, and I think he handled it about as well as you can.

In your case, the two dudes are out for a late night work out, in the final sprint to the finish line which is a gazebo where she is hiding. They approach quickly and silently, she doesn't even realize until they are almost on top of her. They hear her squeak or rustle, go over to investigate, find her curled up. I can see offering a shirt, it would fall far enough to cover like a dress, but don't offer shorts. They get her home, she invites them in, suddenly they are staring. The shirt, a thin work out shirt, is wet from sweat and now clingy and almost transparent...