Bare-Naked Brooke Goes To Summer Camp!

As Brooke stood in the gym lobby, enduring comments from men and women walking by about her cute little bum, her barely restrained B-cup breasts, even her fit body and slim waist- Montana made no effort to help her out of the situation. In fact, she was really playing it up! Not cool!

Montana put an arm around Brooke's slender naked shoulders, as if they had been friends for years. "In fact, she's agreed to come with us! And as you can see, she's all dressed up for the occasion!"

Brooke stumbled over her nervous tongue, big brown eyes darting nervously around the room. Her toes curled in the carpet. "Wh-what?! I'm....guys, I'm n-naked.....I can't! I....." Montana shushed Brooke with a finger over her pouty lips.

"You don't have anywhere to go, right? We'll help you. It just so happens we're all getting out of here for a while. We're going to go to camp! Sounds like just what you need to lie low...." Brooke shook her head. "I can't go OUTSIDE, NAKED- Montana, please! I don't even have shoes!"

Ray, a broad shouldered young man in a denim jacket with a sports t-shirt underneath and a baseball cap turned backwards, mused. She didn't want him musing. She didn't want to talk to Ray when she was in the nude! But he mused nevertheless. The worst part was....he was kind of cute!

"I won't say no to one more. Come on guys, be mature about this. She's obviously out of her element here."

Chet. a jockish looking- well, jock- didn't say much, he just looked around awkwardly, at the wall, at a nearby kiosk, at the receptionist....she was cute- much less adorable than the stammering naked brunette in front of him, but if he had to get called out for staring....

Xavier, with his bleached hair and amused expression, was- Brooke realized in the most humiliating moment- their instructor from the yoga class. And apparently a friend of Montana's!

"I think she's just right for our little gang here. We didn't have a NAKED GIRL yet." He raised his eyebrows.

Montana laughed, a little too hard. "No no, we didn't. And she's a cute one, too! So adorable."

Brooke's shoulders sunk, and she shook Montana off. "St-stop it! Is there anywhere we can go! I d-don't like anyone looking.....please get me some clothes!"

Chet returned his gaze, then looked at Montana. Montana looked at Ray, who looked at Xavier. And then they all looked back at squirming, adorable, naked-girl Brooke Thompson. "You're in." Montana said it matter-of-fact, just before she signaled the guys to turn around and start heading outside.

"Y-you.....where are they going?! You can't mean....Montana!" Montana turned to Brooke, smirking. "That's exactly what's happening, Hottie! Flaunt it! You're gonna be stuck this way, you might as well have a good time!"

Brooke's eyes went even wider. Then she shook her head, pleading. "N-no...naked!"

Montana darkened, but was still smiling. She looked down and appraised Brooke from bare toes back to her cute angel face. Then looked down hungrily at her cute bare bottom. "Yes. Yes you are, Brooke."

And then she smacked Brooke on her cute bottom, causing a slapping sound to reverberate through the lobby. Brooke jumped, one bare foot kicking cutely up behind her as she squealed, before returning to both feet, clamping her thighs together, and holding both arms over her boobs. And then she ran for the door, blushing red as a tomato. "Yo-you! I'm....ugh!"

Minutes later, after a humiliating ordeal of stepping out onto the sidewalk completely in her birthday suit, into public- actually stark naked! Nothing on her- Brooke found herself in the relative safety of a mid-sized vacation bus. She ended up in the back seat, squeezed next to Montana......and to her great protests, Ray. She had a feeling now that he had volunteered not just because of the opportunity to sit next to a cute bare-ass girl....but because he was probably the least handsy of the group.

On the way in, Xavier had gotten a little tempted himself. He had made several obvious grabs at her butt and even steadied her by her shoulders at one point. She didn't believe for a second that his hand had slipped when it rested above the valley of her cleavage, as he feigned being jostled by the rocking of the bus as they climbed inside.

She was beyond mortified, and now she was afraid. She didn't know these people! She wasn't this kind of girl! And now she was- just a naked girl, this nude, scared thing! On a bus, which she could clearly feel vibrating over the road, as her perfect bottom sat on a scratchy cushion. She groaned, to which Montana reacted with an intrusive poke to her bare tummy, just next to her belly button. It was sort of ticklish.

Brooke leaped out of her seat, then flushed and sat back down, aware of the sight she gave to Chet, who was driving, in the rear view mirror. He coughed.

"What are we going to do with you, Brookie babe? You're all flustered now. Poor thing."

Brooke grumbled. "You m-made me- you made me go n-naked. Montana!"

Montana soured. "No, whoever stole your clothes made you go naked. It's just our luck that you're cute as can be in the buff. Forgive me for trying to-"

Suddenly, there was a harsh lurching, and Brooke fell right out of her seat. She heard Ray gasp and turn away, and nearly died inside. She knew what he could see, as she caught herself with her hands and knees. Now she was a nude brunette on all fours. And he had a front seat.

She scurried into a corner, clutching her arms around her legs as she pulled them to her chest. "N-n- oh my god! Wh-what is going on! I'm scared, I'm n-naked, and-and...."

Chet made a frustrated sound and got up from the driver's seat, putting the emergency break on. "It's um....probably better if you see for yourself."

Brooke looked around. "I....I-c-can I stay inside, please? Please, Montana!"

Montana got up and grabbed her wrist, making her shriek as she was pulled up to her bare feet, before she clamped an arm across each private area. "Come on honey, that wouldn't be safe. We don't know what's going on here. Wouldn't want to leave a poor, naked cutie in a compromised vehicle, would I? Don't want that on my conscience. Oof, nope. You're coming with us."

Brooke opened her mouth to argue, but knew it was futile. And so she marched her cute rear end to the front of the bus. Ray had come up behind her, and although she felt bad for yelling at one of the more supportive members of this gang, she snapped her head around. He had been staring ahead, right at her rear end. "St-stop looking at my butt! Urgh!" She stomped off of the bus, aware of what it was doing to her cute body. She didn't know what to do.

Another change she could feel quite obviously- the gravelly asphalt under her **** bare soles. Chilly, too. She hopped from one foot to another as she moved to the side of the road, as the gang stepped over to the other side.

After a moment, Montana summoned her. "Yoohoo, Brookie! Gonna need you to come over here, now! Oh where is my favorite pretty little nudist!"

Brooke carefully crept around the bus, body against it. It was cold on her hips and belly. She hated all of this. "Wh-what?! And.....oh god, I'm not a n-nudist! I don't want to be naked, Montana!"

Chet snickered a little. Then looked sorry. Xavier laughed. "Had no idea, sweetie. You seemed so happy about it a minute ago." His words dripped with sarcasm.

Montana beckoned. "Come on out, Brookie. Need you to see."

Brooke looked aghast, even as an embarrassed, humiliated naked girl. She nearly swooned.

"I....in the open? Anyone could see!"

But after a moment of Montana's staring and smirking, she slowly, daintily crept out from behind the bus. She was now, she realized, nude on the side of a busy road. She'd be seen! She was guaranteed to be seen. She'd never been seen naked before today! and now the number was 2, 3,4....even if she didn't count everyone who had seen her naked at the gym! She squirmed, zoning out for a moment. Then she bit her lip and moved to see past her new companions. And she nearly shrieked, forgetting herself for a moment and running over to the tragic event.

"N-no! No way! This.....this can't be happening!"

The front left tire slumped in a deflated mess. The bus portion of their trip was quite terminally concluded. Montana got up, dusted herself off, and walked over to Brooke, again putting her hand on Brooke in a too-friendly-manner. This time it rested on Brooke's supple bare hip.

"Well Brooke....hope you don't mind hoofing it."

Brooke could have fainted at that moment. But to wake her from her reverie, a passing minivan honked loudly. She jumped. "HOLY FUCK! N-no! Naked...ugh!" And she ran to hide behind the bus again.

It took an hour before she was convinced there was no other way.

And Brooke's humiliations were only just beginning....

Once the group had finally gotten their demure, shy naked companion out from behind her safety place inside the bus, it was just a matter of walking forty five minutes to the camp. That being said, all of them had clothes.

And shoes. Brooke lamented her naked and barefooted state the longer she was **** to walk. What else could she have done but follow the group? Her feet were sore, and the asphalt was unkind. She had never done anything like this, of course! How could she have? Naked- outside- with four other people, in public!

She shivered, and it was a very warm day. The sun played over her skin as they walked at the side of the road, until eventually it began to set. The trip had taken the better part of the afternoon. She began to feel cold, and then Ray had come up next to her, and she couldn't help but lean her soft naked body into his side. She couldn't! It wasn't like she had any other comfort besides his strong arm, his chiseled chest to hide her face against-

And thinking that, she felt humiliated all over again. She had been reduced to a clothesess damsel in one afternoon.

Eventually they got to the camp, and it was mercilessly empty. Quite hauntingly so. She supposed campers hadn't arrived yet, so why wouldn't it be. The soft mulch and then the dirt and occasional pebbles were **** in some ways to her **** soles, and there was ample tree cover from the road.

She still kept an arm clutched over her breasts, one hand down over her naked pussy, and her eyes on herself, not looking up. She chewed her lip, wondering what was going to happen here. Was there even a summer camp?

Slowly, she began to work herself up. Maybe they got off on it. Maybe they just wanted to parade her around, naked as she was. What if they took her somewhere worse? What if she never wore clothes again?!

Brooke Thompson was very afraid of just that, when they came to a small, modest cabin by the water side. Montana knocked, and out stepped an austere, wild eyed woman with a shock of blonde hair.

"WHAT IS THIS?" Montana started. "She's our favorite new naked nudist-" Chet waved a hand for her to stop, shaking his head violently. Montana slowed. "She's Brooke." And offered a weak smirk.

"I didn't hire a Brooke. Why is there a naked girl in my camp? Why is she naked? Has she no shame?" She looked down at a clipboard and then back up. "No, I think she does not. Punishment is in order."

Brooke stepped back, careful to keep her privates locked behind her slender arms. She stammered. "D-don't c-come closer. I'm....I'm sorry, ok! They m-made me! Please, clothes!"

"My name is Margaret. I run this camp. And you've intruded, whatever may have lead to that. And you did it naked as a harlot."

Brooke recoiled at the phrasing. "I'm....I don't want to be nuuude!"

"Well, you will be. That's your punishment. I can do that. If you want to run around with your lady charms out, you're going to do it for the rest of the summer. You're our camp nudist counselor, Brooke....."

Brooke couldn't believe it. "Th-Thompson...."she murmured, weakly.

"Brooke Thompson. Well, I'm sure I'll be seeing you. Everyone! To your camp site. You should remember that it's co-ed, but you will be sleeping in different cabins. Montana, you bunk with the harlot. I don't care what the rest of you do. And no fraternizing after dark!"

And that was that. Margaret Booth turned around and stormed back into her cabin, worked up into a stupor.

Xavier glanced over at the naked brunette. "Well. I guess we're going to get to know you VERY well, Brooke Thompson. I for one, don't mind." Brooke began to whimper as the group lead her to their camp site. She had butterflies in her bare tummy and her head was spinning, indeed.

It was an hour or so later, and they were all sat around a campfire, which Brooke supposed she should be thankful for in the dark, cooler air. She stretched out her feet toward the fire, warming her now ever-exposed toes. She had decided while sitting on the rough bench to clasp both hands between her legs, which meant that she had to let her long brown hair fall over her nipples. She felt very, very exposed.

She looked up at the sky, momentarily tuning out the chatter, and realized she felt even smaller under the openness of it all. She wished she was home. She wished she could have clothes. She didn't want this adventure or this trip or these people. Except.....

She looked over at Ray, talking excitedly with a newcomer with a stereotyped haircut and a strangely familiar mustache that took up most of the lower half of his face.

Trevor, they had called him. An older man. And she....so woefully bare.

She returned her feet to the dirt and leaves in front of her seat. They crinkled underfoot.

Xavier lazily yawned next to her, and then did the worst thing. He let his arm wrap around the scared unwilling nudist.

And she let him, helpless. "So, Naked Brooke. You seem to be settling in. I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun with us this summer, but try not to get too carried away. It's still work."

Montana laughed. "Too late for that. She's already letting loose! How about it Brookie? Wiggle that bum for us! Just for laughs, obviously."

Trevor coughed. "Come now, the girl is scared. This is weird enough with out you teasing the poor thing. She needs us to be mature. We can be grownups about this, right?"

Chet piped up. "I can definitely be a grown up, Brooke, it's-"

Xavier removed this hand and flipped his jock friend off. "Shut up Chet...."

That got Montana laughing again, a sound Brooke knew to associate with very, very direly embarrassing things.

"I think....we should play a game. How about....Never Have I Ever?"

Ray nodded. Trevor said nothing, but smiled at her reassuringly. She liked it, a little, but was wary. Due to the whole nudist thing. Oh god, she was still naked.

Xavier of course agreed. And so Chet didn't get a vote, to which he voiced his instant displeasure.

Montana began. "So....never have I ever.....

She was right. Why did she have to be right?! The game had been humiliating. She had had to admit to all sorts of things, actually feeling even more exposed than her nude body alone could have done.

No, she had never been kissed. No she had never had sex. No, she had never had THAT kind of sex. More sex stuff. No, she had never gone streaking, or skinny dipping. Yes.....she had become a summer camp nudist counselor.

Oh god. When they finally got tired and got into the cabin it couldn't have been a moment too soon. Except for perhaps the fact that she had gotten too excited and rushed ahead, so that Trevor got his first look at her perfectly formed naked behind.

"Woah mama!" He had said before he could help it. She figured her blush had reached her toes.

And so Brooke was the first inside. Again, she felt the difference of air and the texture underfoot change. Wood, softer wood. And some carpeting for her tired feet. She saw a decent looking bed and it's twin....and a television....

A television that was already on, broadcasting the news. Oh god, there better not be a story about a rogue naked girl running around town and then the woods! She was the naked girl. It would be her!

The rest of the gang followed and she was no longer a naked girl alone. She felt their eyes over every section of her lovely anatomy, but then they too noticed the television.

"Hmm, funny. I thought I turned that off." Trevor said.

Montana looked at him. "This....this is the woman's cabin." Trevor defended, "Well, it wasn't without any women to call it home."

Chet interrupted. "Look at that....didn't you say something like that, Brooke?"

Brooke looked at what the news was covering, and instantly went white with fear. Not fear for her mortality, or for any kind of danger. But fear for her continued, seemingly unending embarrassment.

The headline running underneath the amused newscaster read as follows: SERIAL CLOTHES THIEF ON THE LOOSE. PREFERENCE FOR FEMALE TARGETS. ARE YOU NAKED RIGHT NOW? CALL 888-888--

And then they had flashed an officer's sketch of the possible culprit, and Brooke felt her heart sink to her feet. She was doomed. Lots of girls were probably doomed, but Naked Brooke, naked among this gaggle of characters, felt like the only naked girl in the world. She felt exposed, under a microscope. And horribly condemned to something she never wanted to begin in the first place.

Brooke lost it right there. "EVERYONE OUT! OHMYGOD! OHMYGODIMGONNABENUUDEFOREVERSTOPLOOKINGATMYTITS-STOP LOOKING AT MY BUTT!"

Montana had put an arm around her, comforting for the first time since they had met.

"Brooke.....ok."

Brooke looked up at her, touched. Even if she was still uncovered. "It's ok...it's just....oh god, I'm so humiliated.."

Montana had waved the men out of the room. It only took a moment to get rid of Chet, Ray, and Trevor. She wouldn't have minded if Ray- no, she couldn't bear even him. Even if he was kinda cute.
Xavier had lingered for the better part of ten insufferable minutes.

Montana Duke and Brooke Thompson sat on one of the cabin beds, talking. As girls do. Montana was fully clothed, not even having removed her boots.

Brooke Thompson, as she had been all day, was stark naked. She felt the comforter under her poor naked bum, and it was nice compared to the other things she had sat on today. She looked down toward the floor, examining her bare feet as they hung there. Her bare legs, lap, and tummy. Her boobs, oh god.

Her pussy.

"I just feel so exposed, Montana.....I know you didn't do this, but it was.....you've been t-teasing me!"

Montana huffed. "You're cute, ever think of that, Hottie?"

Brooke smiled very weakly. "I guess I should be thanking you....I mean.....it could have been worse, right?"

Montana smiled back, wider. "It could have been worse. Right."

Anyone should know that those aren't the words you say when things are about to get better.

But it didn't occur to Brooke that today was the first of many. It didn't occur to Brooke that she would actually be naked all summer. It didn't occur to Brooke that she would be naked forever, in actuality.

It didn't occur to her as she finally climbed under the covers, grateful for something, anything to protect her soft naked skin.

But today was the first day for Bare-Naked Brooke. And that was a title she would hold always and forever.

She just didn't know it yet.