Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Anita, and the story I’m about to tell you is about something I did when I was twenty-three years old. It still feels like something I did just yesterday to me, probably because I’m still doing it at thirty-seven.

However, before I start telling you the story, I need to explain a few things; otherwise, you would probably think I’m one of those crazy chicks that belong in a nuthouse. I may belong there, although I don’t think so.

What I did was just something I had dreamed about for a long time, and during that summer, the opportunity finally knocked on the door, and I opened it. I just needed to do it and see if the fantasies I had were as fun when doing them for real, even when it was something crazy and probably also somewhat dangerous. The worst that could happen was that I would end up in court for it and hopefully would only receive a massive fine for it. I thought I surely wouldn’t end up in jail for a first offender. (Eventually, something happened that summer that turned my whole life around. If only I had known about it earlier, I would have acted out my fantasies when I turned eighteen. Oh well, that’s just life.

Well, you have to know, this story started when I read something on the Internet when I was sixteen. The story awakened something inside of me and stayed in my mind in ways I couldn’t explain then. I even had some dreams about it, which made me wake up all excited and horny about it. I even started fantasizing about it during the day, and it made me try to find more stories about it and even some videos of girls doing it for real. The more daring the stories or videos, the more elaborate my fantasies became. If I did them for real, some of my dreams could get me in a lot of trouble or even be dangerous for my health. Luckily, they were just fantasies and not something that I would do for real, ever. Well, that’s what I always thought. But over time, the urge to do it for real increased to the point that I knew I would do it if I ever came into a situation where I thought I could get away with it.

I never tried to do anything I fantasized about because I lived in a big city when I was sixteen. If I had tried it there, I would probably have had a lot of trouble with the law. My parents would probably have disowned me and would tell their friends that I was dead if they asked about me. Well, that’s what I thought my parent would do.

The closest I ever came to doing something like I had dreamed about was during a sleepover party with some friends from school. We had been playing truth or dare, and one of their questions was about what I had fantasized about. Afterward, one of the girls talked to me about it and asked if I would do it if I knew I wouldn’t get in trouble. After I told her I wasn’t lying, she asked me to do it. This was the first and only time I did anything risque.

Well, thinking about it today, it wasn’t risque, but something you usually wouldn’t do during a sleepover. During the game, we all received the question of what we wore to go to bed at home, eventually meaning if we slept in the nude or not.

Only I and two other girls came out and said they usually slept in the nude at home. Later, we received the question about our fantasies, and I told them I had always fantasized about running naked at home or other places. I even received a follow-up question about it from the girl who had invited us over. She wanted to know if I would do it if I knew it would be allowed and wouldn’t get into trouble. (This question was also asked of the other two girls who slept in the nude at home.)

The other two girls had answered, ‘No way!’ but I had answered, ‘Yes!’ So, with this in mind, she had decided to try to make me sleep naked with them. In fact, she wanted to go even further but first needed to talk with her parents about it. When she returned, she told me that her parents wouldn’t have a problem with the fact that one of us would sleep in the nude at their home. In fact, because it was a sleepover party and all of us were expected to wear whatever we slept in usually, they wouldn’t even mind that those girls who usually slept in the nude would be running around naked at their home. I still wonder if this was maybe her dad who wanted to see us naked, but I never found out.

With this titbit of information, she dared me to get naked and stay naked for the rest of my stay at her home. She even told the other two girls this, but as they had said before, they wouldn’t do it. I surprised myself that day because I didn’t even need to think about it; I just undressed and stayed naked among my friends. I didn’t even blink when the girl’s mother came downstairs to ask if we wanted a late snack. In fact, when the woman noticed me, she just smiled at me, and I felt excellent about it.

Of course, like all sixteen-year-old teenagers, they also couldn’t help themselves and pulled a prank on me. During the night, they had hidden my clothes. So, when morning came and we had to go upstairs for breakfast, I had to join them naked. The girl’s dad couldn’t keep his eyes off my body, but I liked the attention. And I’m sure the girls also knew this because my nipples stayed hard the whole time I was among them.

Eventually, I got my clothes back a few minutes before I had to leave for home. And this was the only risque thing I ever did in the city. And, I must say, my friends were very respectful and never told anyone else about what I had done during the party. I have to confess, I was a little worried about that, but none of them ever told any of the boys what I had done during the sleepover. The girl’s parents never told anyone about it, not even my parents, which was probably a good thing. And yes, I got invited to other sleepovers, but they never asked me again if I wanted to get naked among them. Secretly, I was always hoping they would, but the other parents probably weren’t that open-minded about it, so the girl who invited us never asked if I wanted to do it again. And I also didn’t do it when I invited them to my home. I don’t think my dad would have liked it and probably would have sent everyone home if he had found me naked among my friends.

So, for the rest of the time, I only kept fantasizing about it and thinking about fun situations about being naked in public. Although, my fantasies went much further than only being naked.

But the year I turned twenty-three, something changed, which made it possible to act out my fantasies.

When I was at college, my parents moved to a nature resort far from civilization. Not that there were never any people around, but most of the time, when I was at home, I seldom saw anyone in the forest behind our house.

The move happened because my mother had accepted a job overseeing a project in the nature resort. She would be responsible for reintroducing some animals in the area. We were now not only living away from most people, but we were also living right in the middle of a forest. Well, not exactly in the middle, but with mostly only trees around us in all directions. We lived along one of the roads that crossed this nature resort, and even then, there was almost no traffic on it during most of the year. There was some traffic from people visiting the nature resort during the summer holidays but only a little.

We lived close to the edge of the nature resort, about five miles inside the forest. There were only five houses in total along this road. Two of them were at the side of the forest where we lived, and the three other houses were on the other side of the woods. Our house was the first one, and the house to the left was about a half mile away from ours. Those other three houses on the other side of the forest were about twenty-one miles away.

This was an absolute godsend for me. Because I had fantasized about a lot of things that I could do in a forest. The craziest things I came up with always took place in a forest. Because the chance of being caught there was low, it didn’t take long before I thought I could do a few of them, for real.

Although, I also knew I needed to be careful when doing those things. First, my parents couldn’t find out about it, of course, and second, I needed to find out how safe it was in the forest. If only a few people visited it during the warmer days, when I was hoping to do those things, I wouldn’t be able to do it. Even the vanilla stuff would only be possible once it gets warmer. And, of course, because I was going to college, I wasn’t at home that often, and whenever I was home, one of my parents was always around.

So, until spring or summer, I could only explore the forest behind our house a little and nothing more. Although, during those walks in the woods, I got to know it better and thought that some of the things I wanted to do would be possible.

By the way, the other people who lived along our road also worked for the nature resort, and during those few months we lived there, I had only seen one of them regularly. It mainly was whenever this person, a woman, drove by our home to get to hers. And only on a rare occasion, I saw someone else going by, probably some people who lived in a city about fifty miles away from where we lived.

While I never talked to the woman who lived a little farther up the road, we quickly waved at each other whenever she drove by in her red Honda Civic. That was the only interaction we had with each other, but for some reason, I always felt like we would get along when we met.

One time, on the weekend, when I was home, my mother took me to the nature resort’s visiting center. From a bird’s eye view, it was about four miles from our house. From the back of our house, it was to the right at the edge of the forest. They had a large parking lot connected to the edge of the forest, and from there, you had to walk about a mile away from the woods behind our house to reach it. The path crossed through the meadow that stretched out behind our forest. Behind the field was the primary forest, which was very big.

There, I learned that the forest behind our house was open to the public but wasn’t part of the official hiking trails anymore. Because that other forest behind the meadows now had hiking trails that people could use. And most people would also use these new hiking trails because they had plenty of benches and picnic areas along the hiking trails. And, of course, those trails were better maintained and used for the official guided hiking tours they organized during most of the weekends.

Hearing all of this made me wish it would be summer already. Because now I was sure I would be able to do the things I wanted to do in the forest behind our home. With visitors using the other hiking trails, away from the one I would use, the risk of getting caught was slim. And, even when I would get caught by one of the forest rangers, I probably wouldn’t get into trouble with the law because of my mother. Of course, I was sure I would get into trouble with my parents, but still, I thought it was worth the risk. That’s how I ensured myself that it would be okay to try.

And then, finally, when the weather started to get better, I explored the forest for real and tried to find all the hiking trails there. I noticed a few hiking trails that were still very accessible but also plenty of tracks that were slowly being absorbed by the forest again. While I liked those last trails the most, I also knew that they wouldn’t be easy to use for the crazier fantasies that I wanted to do in the forest during the summer.

However, I must confess that one of my fantasies became my main focus during my exploration of the forest trails. I was sure I would get away with it because I never saw anyone else in the forest except once in all those weeks leading up to the summer holiday.

During my hikes, I ran into one of the forest rangers, a woman, by the way. I had a pleasant conversation with her, and she discovered that I was the daughter of that woman she sometimes helped. She knew it when I told her my name because my mother had told her about me. From what I gathered, it seemed my mother was very proud of me. And this woman was nice, or should I still call her a girl? She sure couldn’t be much older than me. We walked together for a while, and the better I got to know her, the more I felt that if she caught me doing my ‘special’ hiking thing, she probably wouldn’t snitch on me. In fact, if she knew about what I was planning, she would help me do it. She sure seemed very outgoing and even asked me personal things, like if I had a boyfriend and stuff like that.

Well, for your information, I didn’t have a boyfriend at that time. My studies were my priority, mainly because I had taken two years off before going to college, and now I wanted to ensure I would get my diploma. In those two years, I had worked in a bar as a waitress, and I knew this wasn’t what I wanted to do with life. Although, it also allowed me to learn many things about myself, and I had a few boyfriends during those two years. One who stuck around for almost a year, but in the end, he wasn’t the guy for me, I found out.