A naked holiday

Jennifer switched off the shower and squeezed moisture out of her blonde hair.

She reached instinctively for a towel...before quickly remembering when her fingers grazed the empty towel rail. Instead, she wrapped her arms around herself and stepped out of the bathroom.

Her pale skin glistened as she padded downstairs, taking care that her wet feet didn't slip on the smooth wood.

"Morning," she yawned.

Rachel was stretched out reading a book on a couch, her bare feet dangling over the end; Whitney was curled up in an armchair, shivering; and judging by the smells wafting from the kitchen, Mckenna was cooking.

As the wet girl entered, she saw the bare behind of the teenager standing at the hob.

"A-a-anything I can d-do t-to help?" Jennifer asked, squeezing her chest.

"No, I'm-hey!"

Mckenna had turned around, and Jennifer's eyes were drawn to her breasts; blushing, teen quickly covered them.

"What did we say?! Now go dry off in front of the fire!"

Chastised, Jennifer sat down as close to the fire as she could bear, and hugged her knees to her chest.

It had felt odd to be starkers around people much younger than herself (and in Mckenna's case, nearly two decades younger), and wished that she was more confident with prolonged nudity.

xxx

It had been a few weeks since the challenge had started; although as they were cut off from the outside world, there was no way to know for sure. The girls had realised it was impractical to try and cover all the time, and while they weren't entirely comfortable being perpetually nude, it was easier that they were all in the same state. They'd also agreed not to stare and make each other feel self-conscious.

With no towels to dry off with, the quartet were **** to air dry. But despite cranking up the heating and keeping the fire burning all day, the house was still very cold without clothes to wear, and with only one bathroom available, at least one of the girls had damp hair at any one time.

The girls had come to an unspoken agreement to call the producers' bluff. If they made no attempt to retrieve their clothes, and showed no sign of embarrassment, viewership would surely drop off, and the challenge would have to end.

As promised, there was a regular delivery of food parcels; but apart from having to brave the sub-zero temperatures to retrieve it, there had not otherwise been **** to venture outside.

The quartet soon accepted they would perpetually be chilly no matter what they tried.

xxx

Any day now, they expected the call that the challenge was was over.

But little did they know, viewership spiked whenever one of the girls took a shower, and their red cheeks and nervous twitches gave away that they weren't content with their nakedness.

And the producers were ready to initiate the next stage of the challenge...