Hike to the lake

As almost a wordless decision, we all agree that going for a hike, ending at the lake, would be the most enjoyable. Quickly, we are headed to the door. One of them gets me a pair of sandals. I smile, putting them on.

I pick up my clothes and purse on the way out, placing my heels and purse in the front seat of Matt's car. I put on the tight micro skirt and halter top on as we walk down the road. Several times we pause and take photos along the way. Sometimes, I flash my tits in the shot, and everyone laughs when I do.

It's not long before other people are walking on the same path we are, and I notice more than a few people watching me. I enjoy the attention as we walk down the trail, switching my ass back and forth as I walked, noticing how their eyes moved back and forth as I walked. I giggled the first time I noticed that, but soon simply shot them an amused glance back in their direction. I caught men and women alike staring, and when they realized I didn't mind, they smiled in my direction, relief clear on their faces. Some wanted to take a photo with me, and I often obliged.

I felt more than a few hands grasp me, both as I walked, and even more often when photos were taken. Touching, caressing, pinching, groping, prodding, slapping, probing, seeking hands. Some for the goal of intimacy, others to reveal more of myself to the camera, or others. I took no offence to any of it, choosing instead to enjoy the attention aimed my way, and not wanting to destroy the excitement for anyone.

Soon we were at the lake, and as crowds began to arrive, Matt and some of his friends suggested, "Hey, we going for a swim! Want to join?"

I pause then. I didn't bring a suit, and would likely end up swimming naked before all of them. But then again, I've not let being naked stop me so far, so why let it stop me now?