Home, safe and sound.

Jamie scoffed at the pathetic nerds, despite giving her quite the rough and energetic fuck, and walked toward the water's edge as she tied her hair into a tight ponytail. She shivered as she stepped into the cold embrace of the azure lake, grasping handfuls an using them to free herself of her cum coating courtesy of her three new "friends." When she was clean Jamie went back ashore and walked out of the nudist section of the beach, peeking out from behind the sign to check for signs of anyone nearby. Lucky for her, the beach was abandoned of visitors and only a lone life gauard remained.

She strolled closer to see the man loading several objects from the life guard's shed into his red pick-up, matching the red trunks hugging his toned ass. Jamie bit her lip at the body of this strapping young man, wondering if she could ask him for help but ultimately she shook her head as she couldn't trust anyone. With a jog she was off the sand and on the side of the road, back to see the sun starting to set on the waves.

If Jamie took the roads she would be seen for sure and anything could happen, so she pushed through the brush and into the woods she went. Aiming for the clearings and avoiding the brambles and twigs that could easily damage her soft and exposed form, Jamie made haste through the thicket. Over streams, around boulders, and up hills, her breasts bounced and ass jiggled throughout her treck.

Night was starting to fall when Jamie made it over her third hill, stoping at the edge of the forest where the trees fell to open hillside and suburbia down below. Most houses were lit with very few blacked out and most likely absent of people for now unlike the former which were probably filled with families just sitting down for dinner. A careful scan of the neighborhood, and Jamie had plotted a course toward her house all the way in Snowwhite Heights on the north end of town.

Jamie trotted down the hill, heaving bosom cradled in both arms, trying hard to bounce free to confinement as she neared a cul-de-sac. Her head popped over the fence of a unlit home, then she pulled her self over and checked the window to see it clear before making a mad dash to the next house. She slammed into the side of the house and moved to the window and saw the light of the TV illuminating a man watching from his recliner. Quickly, she pulled back and cursed under her breath then was taken off guard by a couple of boys meeting back in the center of the roundabout.

"I think I saw her go that way, to Mr. Kelly's yard," one said to the other.

"Yeah, but are you sure she was naked?", replied the other. Jamie began to sweat as the boys approached, then took another look inside to see the balding man finish his beer, belch, then scratch his ass as he stood and moved to the kitchen. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she ran to the backyard and hopped over the tall picket fence. The boys had reached the yard in time only to hear the sound of her landing on the other side, but it seems Mr. Kelly caught it all from his kitchen window as he just stood there in disbelief at what had just happened.

The next row of houses were all clear from the hill so Jamie decided to sprint through their yards until she reached another neighborhood. This was the last set of homes before she was in her gated neighborhood, but she had to wait for a few cars to pass by before she could get there. When it was clear, her dainty feet crept across the asphalt and to the window of the nearest drake do house. Although it turns out her luck was getting worse as a siren whoop whooped in the distance as it was the sound of the police and Jamie panicked. "Fuck it," she whispered and she booked it past the various colored ranch style homes, not caring if she was seen or not.

Jamie was smart enough to weave around homes and lost the cops just in time to make it to the gates of Snowwhite without anyone following on foot. The next obsticle in Jamie's quest home was Rudy the gate guard, sitting in his booth next to the gate and staring at the monitors. She needed a distraction if she wanted to sneak past Rudy and make the last few blocks home, and Jamie should thank fate for her earlier encounter as it provides just that.

A squad car pulled up to the booth wit its lights on, pulling Rudy's attention from the monitors and allowing Jamie to move to the front of the booth blocked off by a small hedge. The window rolled down and a woman began to speak, "Hey, I caught a streaker headed in this direction. Have you seen her?"

Jamie recognized the voice as that of Lindy, a local radically conservative cop who hated most kids today and especially Jamie and people like her with loose morals and no sense of hard work. "No, I can't say I have seen one ma'am," answered Rudy.

"Well, can you let me in so I can find 'er? God! Can't imagine what I'll do when I do...Probably one of those tree hugging, free love, nudists who've never worked a day in their life. This is America, but keep your sorry buck naked ass elsewhere ya bong smoking hippie!" The huge metal gate slowly opened after Rudy pressed the button while Lindy finished her rant. "Are those cameras? Let me get a look at them first so I can see where to look," Lindy spouted.

Rudy opened the door and motioned for Lindy to enter while Jamie took her chance to sneak to Lindy's car and around the side. Over the hood, she could see the two were busy, Lindy with the monitors and Rudy with Lindy's nice fat ass on her wide hips. She knew the cameras like the back of her hand, useful for when she snuck out and back in to and from parties respectively back when her father had to maintain good PR for the company. Ducking behind bushes, trees, and fences, Jamie made a clean break to her backyard where she was yet again struck by good luck as the sliding glass back door was unlocked.

Her hand grasped the hand and she slid the door open, ran inside, then shut and locked it behind her. The house was dark which meant her parents weren't yet home and the help was out right now so she was finally safe. Jamie scooted to the wall and slumped down to the floor, huffing and puffing from the ordeal she'd just been through.