Chapter 58

While I wasn’t afraid, walking among twenty-five other people around me was still intimidating. Sure, a few of them were my friends; nevertheless, there were still nineteen boys around me that I didn’t know. And then there was Brad. He had my leash in his hand and was pulling me along. Okay, technically, he wasn’t pulling because I kept following him closely, but it did make me feel like I was his pet.

We followed a narrow trail and had to walk in a single file. Brad was in front of me, and John was behind me. The gate we had walked through was on the opposite side of the terrain from the forest I usually walked in. I had just discovered a gate and a trail on this side of the camping side. Well, the last time I came here, the area had still been overgrown by high grass, so I hadn’t explored this part of the forest. However, because of the size of the path and the dense vegetation around us, it is evident that only a few people used this trail.

If I have to guess, we walked about 80 yards before the path started to turn to the right, eventually leading us to the meadow where I had seen the sheep before. This time, the meadow was empty. A little gate at the fence stood at an angle towards us.

The first guy who had gone through it held the gate open so we could all easily walk through it. Otherwise, because of its angle, this gate would close automatically.

The sheep were gone, it seemed, because they had eaten most of the vegetation. There was a little path crossing the field to the other side.

Because of the open space, many boys tried to walk next to or behind me.

“Hi,” one of the boys said.

“Hello,” I responded.

“I’m Frank.”

“Anita.”

“So, just out of curiosity, are you a nudist?” Frank asked.

Before I answered, I gave it a quick thought. I could say I was a nudist, and that would explain why I was maybe with them naked, or I could just tell them the truth and see what this would lead to. Eventually, I answered, “Well, I do like running around naked, but I don’t think I’m a nudist.”

“But you do like running around naked?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t that what nudists also like?”

I smiled at him and said, “You’re probably right, but my reason to be naked is not the same as theirs.”

“So, why are you naked then?”

“Well, because of something I did last Friday.”

“What did you do?”

“Let’s just say that I was doing a longtime fantasy of mine, and those guys with me caught me doing it. Don’t get me wrong, they are my friends now, but then I didn’t know them.”

“I don’t get it,” Frank said. “How is this connected to you being naked right now?”

“When they caught me, I was also naked.”

“Okay?”

“They could have turned me in or even molested me. But they didn’t. Instead, they walked with me and let me finish my fantasy. And yeah, maybe they did blackmail me a little because they took me with them and didn’t let me get dressed.”

“They are blackmailing you?!” I noticed that he gave some of my friends a dirty look. Most were walking nearby and could hear what I was saying. I was even surprised they didn’t object to it.

“Well, blackmail is maybe a little harsh. My friends just wanted to have some fun with me, and well, because of how they caught me, they had the upper hand, of course. But we are very good friends now.”

At this point in the conversation, we reached the other side of the meadow and had to walk through a similar gate to enter the forest again. When I was back in the shadows, I noticed how much cooler my skin felt. I really need some sunscreen, I thought.

My conversation with Frank was put on hold because we again needed to walk single-file for a couple of yards until we reached another hiking trail leading to the left and right. This trail was much wider here. They all turned to the left, and I had to follow Brad on my leash.

Frank came back, walking beside me, and asked, “I was wondering about what you said. Are they making you run around naked right now, or are you doing it out of your own free will?”

He made me chuckle. While I feel like I’m doing this myself, in fact, I’m naked because they made sure I didn’t have my clothes with me and because, well, officially, I’m still their little play toy this week. That is what we had agreed upon after they had caught me.

Of course, my situation is entirely different from the day they caught me. We are now even in business with each other, building a website and content for me so we can all earn some money. Based on what Claudia said the other day, it seems she and Linda are maybe even going to participate in my videos and also get naked in front of the camera.

“At first, they maybe did force me to do this, but if I hadn’t agreed, they would probably have let me go. They are amazing friends now.”

“Okay, so, if you wanted, you could get dressed?”

“Yes.”

“So, in a way, you stay naked because you want to?”

“Um ... yes.”

“Have you been naked since Friday?”

“For the better part of it, yes.”

“But you don’t feel like a nudist?”

“No,” I looked at Frank and asked, “Why are you so interested to know if I’m a nudist?”

He smiled at me and said, “Because I am. I was wondering if you were too so I could invite you to the resort I go to with my family.”

“Oh, I see,” I responded. “But why is it so important to know if I’m also a nudist?”

“It’s just,” Frank said; he paused to think about something and then went on with, “In the past, we have had some people at the resort that weren’t real nudists. They were there because it turned them on being naked or seeing naked people. Eventually, those people, mostly men, were sent away because they bothered some female members.”

“Yeah, I can see how that could be a problem.”

“It is,” Frank said. “But there are also women who are like that, but they are less obvious about it. But after a while, you do notice who is doing it because they are nudists or exhibitionists. The latter, we try to keep away from the resort.”

“Okay. To be honest, then, I don’t think I would be a good fit for your resort. While I do like being naked at all times of the day, I’m not completely sure I do this because I only like it. I do get some ratification from it.”

“You mean you get excited because of it?”

“Not all the time, but I do sometimes.”

“Right now?”

I smiled at him and said, “I feel a little excited ... yes.”

“Okay! I think I understand you better now.”

“And ... your conclusion is also that I ain’t a nudist?”

“Let’s just say I’m not completely sure yet, but the scale tilts towards that side.”

His words made me smile, but it also made me wonder about it. If I were in the nude resort, would I feel excited about it? I’m feeling excited right now because I’m surrounded by so many boys, and Brad is in control of me and showing it by pulling me along on my leash. This alone already makes me feel a little horny. It made me think that I should try to visit a nude resort someday to see how it would affect me.

“Okay. Still, thank you for asking me this. I hadn’t thought about this before, but I need to figure it out someday.”

“Figure out ... if you are a nudist or not?”

“Yes. Because this isn’t a typical situation to be in as a nudist, I guess.”

“Oh, no, it isn’t,” he said, smiling. “I for sure wouldn’t get naked in a group like this. This is something I only do with other like-minded people.”