The Hike
Young exhibitionist doing a nude hike for the first time.
I turn off the water, step out of the shower, and dry myself off. It's Monday, one of my days off, and though the day is new and it's still cool from the night, the forecast says it'll be bright and sunny soon. Today is the day I'm going to actually do it. No more chickening out. I'm going to really do it today.
I look myself over. I do a little trimming of my pubic fur to make it nice and neat, got to look good for the spectators, I think with a blush. I get out the sunscreen, putting it on all over, putting it on a cloth and using it to apply the sunscreen to my back.
I put on my string bikini, slipping the knots for quick removal. Then it's into my dressing gown. Put on socks, hiking shoes, and I go out to my car. Driving away from the city, I see all the traffic heading in on the opposite carriageway, headed in to wake the city from its nightly slumber.
I pull off the highway and park at the trailhead. There's only one other car in the lot, its owner nowhere to be seen, most likely an early-starter on the trail already. I take the key from the ignition, and put it in an Altoids tin. Getting out of the car, I walk a little ways onto the trail, and hide the tin under a bush just after the first turn. I walk back to my car, get in, take the spare key from the glovebox and pull out, returning to the highway.
A few klicks further out, I exit the highway and park at the other end of the trail. I'm shaking with nervousness, and sit in my car for a few minutes to calm down. Spare key goes back in the glovebox. I step out of the car. Windows are up, check. Doors are locked, check. I take off my dressing gown, fold it up, and put it on the driver's seat. I take off the bikini top, and place it on the gown. I'm glad there's no one else here yet.
Now for the bikini bottoms, last step. I'm not ready to do this. I'm going to chicken out again. No! I can do this. I'm ready to do this. I'm going to do this! I grab the bikini's strings, pulling to open the knots, and throw the piece of cloth into the car. I grab the door handle, lift it up, and slam the door closed. Damn it! No, wait! I'm not ready for this. I grab the door handle and pound the window when the door doesn't open. I've done it. I've really done it. I'm shaking, and I breathe slowly and deeply to calm myself. I gulp, there's only one thing to do now. I start on the trail.