Candy in the Woods

“Now Candy,” said Tammy as they walked along the little footpath in the wood, “you did remember to put your knickers on today?”

“Did I?” said Candy, “Oh good!”

The girls had gone for a day hiking as the weather was so lovely.  Candy was dressed in a short pleated skirt and a cropped top with a bare midriff.

“It wasn’t a statement Candy, it was a question,” said Tammy.  Candy did like to wear very short skirts and her forgetfulness in the matter of knickers tended to be a bit unfortunate.

Candy lifted up her skirt, “Did I?” she asked

Tammy groaned.  Candy had forgotten her knickers again!

“Candy!” she said, “How do you forget!  It must be draughty.”

“It doesn’t matter,” said Candy, “I shaved myself bare this morning, so nobody will mind.”

“That,” said Tammy, “is hardly the point; it should mean you feel the draught better.”

“I think it’s time for lunch,” said Candy, changing the subject as she suddenly did feel a bit draughty down there.

“Girls with no knickers don’t deserve lunch,” said Tammy

“Tammy!  Tammy!” shouted Candy, “there’s a little lake here; we can stop for lunch.”

The little lake was a short way off the path in a small secluded grove.  It was an ideal spot for a picnic.

“Tammy!  Tammy! Can we go for a swim,” said Candy when lunch was all packed away.

“Well we’d better hide to change into out costumes,” said Tammy.

“Costume?” said Candy, “what costume.

“Don’t say you forgot your costume,” said Tammy

“Oh,” said Candy, “do I need a costume?”

“Well you can’t go swimming in the nude!”

“Can’t I?” said Candy, “I thought it would be rather nice.”

“But somebody might see you.”

“Well I don’t mind”

“But they might mind!”

“Why should they.  People are always saying they’d like to see me in my birthday suit”

“That’s because they’d laugh at you”

“Would they really laugh at me in my birthday suit?”

“They’d be sure to, and you wouldn’t like that.”

“Oh dear, and I did so want to go for a swim, but I don’t want people to laugh at me in my birthday suit.”

Tammy relented.  They were a long way from the path and it was very unlikely anybody would come along.

“All right, you can go for a swim with nothing on, but if anyone comes you have to stay in the water.

"I don't want to go for a swim in my birthday suit now," said Candy looking at Tammy with her big china blue eyes wide open, "people will laugh at me."

"It's all right, there's nobody here," said Tammy, rather sorry now that her comments were depriving Candy of her swim.

"Well, it's all right for you," said Candy, "you don't have to swim in your birthday suit.  People won’t be laughing at you"

"Well, if I do, will you come for a swim then?"

"Oh yes!" said Candy.

So Tammy somehow found herself committed to a nude swim with Candy.  Bloody Candy; she was always getting them into trouble.

Rather nervously she took her clothes off looking round anxiously to make sure there was nobody coming.  Then, thinking she heard a noise in the woods she plunged into the water to get herself out of sight before anybody arrived.

Candy got out the water.

"Come on Candy," she shouted, "get back in!"

"Coming Tammy," shouted Candy, "I'm just putting the clothes away."

Putting the clothes away - what did she mean? - thought Tammy.  She looked across at Candy.  She had been wrong.  People wouldn’t laugh at Candy with no clothes on.  Candy looked gorgeous with no clothes on.  She looked down at her own breasts – small and pert, and compared them with Candy’s.  Her ‘Big and Bouncies’ Candy called them, and she was right.  They were big.  They were bouncy and they were gorgeous.  Tammy flushed slightly and looked away.

The meaning of Candy’s comment became all too obvious as soon as they got out the water; standing there in the altogether Tammy looked round for her clothes.

"Where did you put our clothes Candy?"

"In my new rucksack."

"You mean that super-duper new rucksack you bought down the Hiking Centre"

"Yes, and I got a combination lock to fasten it with so nobody can steal anything out of it.  I put all our clothes in there because I read a story where two girls went for a swim in their birthday suits and some naughty boys stole their clothes."

"I don't suppose it occurred to you that they might just steal the rucksack"

"Oh, I never thought of that", said Candy, "Oh Tammy!  Tammy!  Did I do the wrong thing!" and she opened her big blue eyes wide again.  Tammy looked at Candy standing there.  She couldn’t stop her eyes flicking down to where Candy was shaved bare.  She flushed and recovered herself. She couldn’t be cross with Candy.

But by this time poor Tammy was covered in goose bumps and feeling distinctly naked as the cold wind blew over her wet skin.  She looked nervously round.

"Come on Candy," she said, "get it open let's get dressed again."

"I just need to get the combination," said Candy.

"Well go on," said Tammy, "what are you waiting for?"

"Oh Tammy!  Tammy!" said Candy, "I put it in my pocket.”

“Well, get it out your pocket.”

“Oh Tammy!  Tammy!  It’s in the rucksack”

“What!  Surely you can remember it.”

“It’s er… 5,6  er… no 6,5 er no that’s the burglar alarm.  Oh Tammy!  Tammy!“

“Hurry up, for goodness sake.  I’m freezing standing her with nothing on and I’m sure there’s people coming!”

“Oh Tammy!  Tammy!  I can’t remember!”

They tried this number and that number – Candy’s birthday, Tammy’s birthday, the dog’s birthday, but nothing worked.  Then they tried tearing at it, throwing it down, biting at the straps with their teeth.  But it was no good.

“Candy!  Candy!  How could you.  How could you!” shouted Tammy

Tears sprang into Candy’s big blue eyes, “Tammy!  Tammy!  What am I going to do?  I’m going to have to go home in my birthday suit and people will laugh at me!”

“I’m going to have to go home in my bloody birthday suit as well and it’s not people laughing at me that I’m worried about,” said the exasperated Tammy, “Come on, we’d better get going,” and she picked up the rucksack.

“Tammy!  Tammy!  I don’t want people to laugh at me in my birthday suit.”

“Well it’s too late to think about that now, we’ll sneak back through the bushes then we’ll have to sneak to the car.”

At least they had the car to go back in.  Candy’s old car that an aged relative had left her.  She jut had enough money to tax and insure it and this was their first trip out.

“Tammy!  Tammy!” shouted Candy, “people are going to laugh at me”

“Well give me a big hug then,” said Tammy, and we’ll get safely back to the car.  She gave Candy a big naked bear hug, and as she felt Candy’s nipples brush lightly against her own, ‘Oh Gosh!’ she thought, ‘I shouldn’t do that too often, I might get to like it!’

She stepped back a little.  Gosh, Candy did look gorgeous in her birthday suit; her big breasts were firm and rounded, her bottom as soft and pink as a ripe peach and her flat stomach leading down to where her smoothly shaved labia hid…  Oh dear, she tore her eyes away.

The two girls crept back hidden by the bushes until they reached the car park; their hopes that the car park would be deserted except for their car were dashed by the sight of the people clustered round the picnic tables next to the car park.

“Tammy!  Tammy!” wailed Candy, “people are going to laugh at me.”

Tammy thought for a moment.  There was nothing for it.  It was already turning cold and she was covered in goose bumps.  They were just going to have to walk back to the car and trust that the old English reticence about not wanting to make a fuss would mean that most people would avert their eyes and pretend nothing was happening.

“Come on Candy,” she said,” we’ll walk over to the car.”

“I Can’t.  I can’t,” said Candy, “not in my birthday suit,” and tears came into her big blue eyes again.

“Big hugs!” said Tammy – oh well – she’d found that Candy was rather nice to hug when they were both in their birthday suits.

“Come on” she said, when she had prolonged the hug as long as she could, and the two girls walked hand in hand over to the car.  Tammy was shaking with embarrassment so that her legs could hardly move; she could feel the eyes of everybody boring into her naked body and she was expecting somebody to shout at them at any minute.  She could feel Candy’s hand trembling in hers as well.

“Tammy!  Tammy!” whispered Candy “is everybody laughing at me in my birthday suit.”

“Oh no,” said Tammy, “I don’t think anybody’s noticed.”  Some hope.

At least they approached the car.

“Get the car keys out,” said Tammy.

“Oh Tammy!  Tammy!” said Candy, “They’re in the rucksack!”

Tammy stopped dead.  Frozen in her tracks.  How could she have been so stupid?  Of course they would be in the rucksack.  And now here they were in full view of everybody in the middle of a car park stark naked.

“Tammy!  Tammy!” cried Candy, “whatever are we going to do.  They’re all laughing at me!”

Tammy looked round.  English reticence was beginning to break.  People were beginning to move.  They were looking at them.  It was all too embarrassing for words.  Then she looked in the car and what she saw made her give thanks for Candy’s forgetfulness.  She had left the keys in the car.  The car was open.

“Quick inside Candy,” she shouted, “let’s make a run for it!”

The girls dashed into the car, Candy turned the ignition switch and in seconds they were roaring away.

It wasn’t easy driving trough town with nothing on.  Candy was driving somewhat erratically, only to aware that her bouncing bouncies (as she liked to call them) were clearly on view.  The suddenly she noticed something.

“Tammy!  Tammy!” she shouted, we’re nearly out of petrol!

“We’ll have to put some in,” said Tammy, “Oh Candy – how could you!”

“Are you laughing at me in my birthday suit, said Candy.

“Oh Candy!  Have you any money in the car?”

“There’s some change for parking metres in the ashtray.”

Tammy retrieved three pounds from the ash tray.  She breathed a sigh of relief.  It should be enough to get them home.

“This looks a quiet filling station,” she said, “pull in there!”

Candy pulled in.

“Well,” said Tammy

“Oh Tammy!  Tammy!  I can’t get out to fill it up, people will laugh at me in my birthday suit,” said Candy.

“Candy,” said Tammy, “you got us into this mess; you can fill up the car.”

Candy got out hesitantly and started to fill the car up.

“Tammy!  Tammy!” she shouted, “that man’s laughing at me!” and sure enough the man in the filling station was staring out at Candy.

“Well, we’re going to have to go in to pay,” said Tammy, “we’ll go in together then he can laugh at us both.

Nervously hand-in-hand they walked over to the shop where they had to pay.

They went in, “Tammy!  Tammy!” said Candy nervously, “I think that man’s laughing at me.”

“Big hugs,” said Tammy – oh well, any excuse now.

She took Candy in a big hug and suddenly felt Candy’s hand patting her on the bottom.  Nervously she patted candy’s bottom, and then plucking up courage started stroking it gently.  Well, she told herself, Candy needed to be calmed down.

Tammy looked at the man.  His face had gone red and suddenly he started grunting.

“Oh dear, oh dear,” he said, “don’t worry about paying and he rushed off to the rest room.

“Tammy!  Tammy!” said Candy, “was he laughing at us?”

“Oh no” said Tammy, “something quite different I think.  Big hugs again?”