Naked At Camp

I step out of the vehicle as my eyes adjust to the darkness of the campsite. The moment I step out of the van, I can clearly feel the coolness in the air across my bare skin. I'm clearly reminded of my own nakedness, as a coll breeze swiftly blows across my back and caresses my exposed ass cheeks (and shaved mound!). I let out a quick gasp without hardly a thought, and paused, looking around. I see a few eyes glance my way, and smirks form on those faces. I find myself smirking back; partially out of pleasure, and partially to play along.

Remembering they gave my shirt back to me, I look around me before taking the moment of silence dress. It is then I experience a moment of panic; my shirt is not with me! I forgo stealth, and dash over to the van, and feel a sudden burst of relief as I spot my Hooters shirt laying there, in plain sight, and right aware I dropped it.

My relief proves to be short-lived, as when I attempt the door, I find it locked. I look around but quickly come to the realization that I have no idea who has the key. Not that he would exactly agree to unlock the van anyway. Not when it would lead to having the sight of my nakedness being obscured under my cloth shirt. Not even such a thin and tight fighting top as my hooters shirt.

I let out a quiet sigh, and slowly make my way towards what appears to be the center of camp. I get another reminder of my own nakedness, as another breeze quickly blows across my exposed skin. I felt it all the more clearly across my most intimate, and one may say more ... private parts. My nipples responded most dramatically of all, as they quickly became more prominent. I could see them quite clearly, despite the relative gloom, hard and potentially standing out from my chest.

I could feel goosebumps forming on my exposed skin, and resisted the urge to shiver softly as another gust of air blow across my body. I could see more than a few eyes, all-male, watching closely to my every moment. I felt my steps become more accentuated without making a conscious choice to do so. I flash them a nightly smile, my hips gyrating wilding with each step.

It's then I catch the sight, and the smell, of a campfire, being lit in what must be the center of camp. I pause a moment, as I decide whether to move to sit or possibly stand by the fire. I would enjoy the warmth, but then again it would make my nakedness all the more apparent. In a camp where I was likely not just the only women present, but an attractive one at that.