Cathy and Jenn 4

Stripped For Florida: Cathy and Jenn 4

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Cathy and Jenn

by Willie B Florida, all rights reserved
comments welcome to williebflorida@gmail.com

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Part 4

The girls searched the beach for at least two miles in either direction, but there was no sign of Jenn's clothing. What little money they had left was in those pants pockets. Now they were absolutely naked, absolutely broke and on their own in Florida.

"What was the name of that place?"

"What?"

"The place to eat. Stir something?"

"Oh, Stir it up."

"That's it. Do you think we could find it? Maybe they'd be kind enough to give us some food."

It was no big deal for two naked girls to walk up to the nearest of the many small streets leading off the beach.

"Sure," answered the thirty-something guy in Bermuda shorts and tank top hosing down his jet ski on the sandy stretch of street. Streetlights overhead cast their glow over the now darkened beach. "It's just two blocks that way -- just walk down the beach to the next car entry, hang a right and its on A!A. But they're sure to be closed now."

"Okay, thanks," Jenn replied. The guy followed the two girls as they wandered back onto the sand, admiring their taut young bodies.

It was a short walk and Stir it Up was indeed closed. The wooden wrap-around porch was quiet, but the restaurant across the way was lively with loud music pouring out onto the narrow street.

Jenn and Cathy walked over and after hesitating for a minute went inside.

"Be with you in a minute, hon," the waitress called over her shoulder, her right arm raised high with a huge tray of plates.

A man on his way to the restroom squeezed past them as gingerly as his large tattooed body would allow. The room pulsed with the beat of rock music, loud conversation and drunken peals of laughter.

"Two for dinner?" The waitress was back.

"Um, we were hoping you could direct us to somewhere we could get some food. We lost all our money and . . . "

"I'm sorry, hon, I really am. But you can see I've got a packed crowd here and we're one short on staff. I'll be on my feet all evening."

Cathy's mind was in a whirl. She took a breath and plunged in. "Do you need a sub for the night? I'll work my feet off if you'll give me and my girlfriend dinner."

"I could use the help, that's the truth. Let me get these two tables going over here and I'll talk to the owner. You two stand over here out of the way."

The waitress hustled off. Jenn looked at Cathy, who shrugged. As a possible new person on the job Cathy started observing the eatery with a different interest. She'd never waited tables in her life, but she knew her way around a kitchen.

The waitress was back. "I'm Janice. The cook is Rob. That's my boss behind the bar -- she waved at the man, who raised his hand in greeting before going back to pouring drinks. He's the owner, Carl. Not a bad guy but serious about business, so you can't screw up, especially on the money part. Lucky for you it's all paper, no computers here yet. You're stripped, so you'll have to go about your business as is -- guess you got no pockets." Janice barked out a laugh. "Well, I'm guessing some of the guys -- even some of the gals -- will appreciate a nude waitress. You can start by bussing those two tables over there; then I'll have you help me take orders out from the kitchen. You'll catch on."

Cathy headed toward the tables Janice had pointed to. They were covered with dirty dishes, glasses and crumpled napkins. She guessed that bussing meant clearing the tables. She glanced around and noticed a plastic bin partly full of dirty dishes. She grabbed it and started to work.

"I don't know what you're planning to do while your friend works," Janice said to Jenn, "but if you're willing to stack dishes into the washer back in the kitchen I'll make sure Carl throws you girls a bit of cash.

Jenn was relieved. Since Cathy's surprising offer to work she'd been feeling like a third wheel. "Sure, yeah, anything you need. I'm Jenn, by the way."

Janice didn't waste a moment. It was obvious that there were lots of people waiting for service. She took Jenn into the kitchen, pointed to the dishwasher and the accumulated gray plastic tubs of dirty dishes and hustled back out to the dining area.

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The girls had tumbled out of the restaurant in the wee hours of the morning, giddy with adrenaline, well fed, twenty bucks and no pockets to put it in. Holding each other in a walking hug they'd careened down the block towards the dark space of the ocean and out onto the sand. Within minutes they were away from the lights of A1A, the roar of the surf blocking out all other sounds. Without even knowing exactly what they were doing Jenn and Cathy found a small patch of vegetation in a bit of dune running down the middle of the beach, dug themselves into a hollow of still-warm sand and embraced one another with raw sexual desire. Cathy nibbled her way down Jenn's body, while her finger ran up her girlfriend's leg, teasing the soft hairs on her inner thigh. Jenn squirmed under the erotic touch and found Cathy's left nipple with her own fingers. She grew impatient and tweaked Cathy's nipple hard, her hips lunging upwards trying to capture Cathy's finger.

"Come on Cath -- put it in me, please!" Jenn pleaded. Cathy laughed out loud. Being naked all day, working in the restaurant in the nude, and still feeling the sun warmth filling her body, she was feeling aroused and confident. Cocooned within dune sand, sea oats, low bushes and darkness, the girls felt free to be loud and enthusiastic in their lovemaking. Cathy relented and curled her finger into Jenn's wet and waiting opening. Jenn curled herself around the groping protrusion, wriggling to feel the sensation on every part of her inner nerve endings. Her fingers scraped along Cathy's back.

Cathy probed deeper, tingling her touch along Jenn's cervix and leaning in to push her tongue into Jenn's waiting mouth. The girls wrestled with kisses, Cathy the whole time bringing Jenn closer and closer to a climax that ebbed and flowed, washing across Jenn's body like the waves of the ocean some twenty yards away. Even as the last of the orgasm suffused her body, Jenn rolled herself out from under Cathy and ran her tongue quickly over her friends breasts and down her torso. She found the sweet saltiness of Cathy's glistening labia, then probed her tongue as deeply into Cathy as she could, licked her way up her labia and grasped the erect clitoris and played it between her lips before nipping it lightly with her teeth.

"Ouch!" Cathy said, not sounding very convincing. Jenn nipped her just a bit harder and then set in earnest to seduce her friend into her own cascade of delicious convulsions.

The girls lay gasping in the sand, their breathing becoming calmer and deeper as they stared up at the sky for the first time. A spangle of stars overhead spanned out into a dark panorama vast beyond their peripheral vision. The sound of the surf intruded upon their consciousness and without words they found themselves running across the dark sand and straight into the ocean. The water was warmer than they expected and they frolicked for some time. Getting out they were caught by surprise as night air nipped their wet bodies. Still feeling full of life and in buoyant spirits they nestled into the sand of their hideaway nest. Folded warm into one another's embrace they fell into deep sleep.

It was the cold that woke them. Jenn shivered in the wee hours of the morning, the sound of the surf slowly intruding upon her consciousness, as if the volume were slowly being turned up. The silvery sea oats were only just visible, but she didn't need to see them to know that a cool wind was blowing steadily off the ocean. Cathy's body was sticky against hers and their sandy bed felt gritty. She tried to move her left leg and felt it stiff and achey.

"Nnhhh," Cathy grunted.

"Just trying to get my leg comfortable," Jenn replied.

"Where are . . . oh, right. Geez, it's chilly." Cathy's words jumbled out of half-sleep as she awoke to their new reality.

"I feel all sticky, but I'm guessing the water is too cold for a rinse."

"Maybe we should just get up -- maybe go for a run."

Jenn managed to sit up. The beach disappeared into the darkness, but she could see the surf--closer now than when they'd gone to sleep. The white foam seemed to glow with its own inner light, mysterious in the pre-dawn gloom.

"Okay," Jenn managed to reply without much enthusiasm. Her whole body felt cramped from sleeping on damp sand. "Maybe you're right, though. Moving might be good."

She stood up and held her hand out to help Cathy. They ran slowly at first and then got into it, their naked bodies striding down the empty beach. It felt good to move and the night chill started leaving their bodies. Faint light began to fill the vast sky over the ocean.

"Wow, the water's not dark anymore," Jenn exclaimed. It was true. Pale and blue, the ocean stretched outwards to the long horizon, now clearly visible as a line in the distance. The sky was still dark, but feathers of pink and yellow and orange tinged the clouds along the horizon, and far up into the air above them. They stopped running and stared as if watching a slowly unfolding movie -- their very first view of an ocean sunrise.

The sound of a dog splashing into the waves startled them out of their reverie. A german shepherd romped in the ocean. An older woman in white shorts and a windbreaker watched from the sand a few yards away.

"Last one in is a rotten egg," Cathy yelled out.

Jenn wasn't one to lose a challenge, even though she knew the water would be freezing. She threw herself headlong into the waves, dove under the surf and came up spluttering salt water. To her surprise the water wasn't much cooler than the night before.

"We should have gone swimming an hour ago, instead of standing around chilly," she remarked.

"Running was fun," Cathy replied, grabbing Jenn around the waist and kissing her. An oncoming wave caught them both unawares and they both came up spitting out ocean water. In what seemed like minutes the sky was fully illuminated. The sun rose up from behind distant clouds and Cathy and Jenn blinked in surprise at the brightness. Dog walkers gave way to joggers, who in turn passed the beach on to a few early surfers. Families dragged umbrellas and coolers out onto the sand and let their scantily clad or naked children frolic in the ocean. It was thirst, rather than hunger, that drove the young women towards the land. Florida sun can be deceptive. Wind and water keep the body cool and refreshed, but all the while moisture is wicking away from exposed skin.

The reggae wrap place, Stir It Up, was filled with sunburned tourists. All the tables under the curving porch roof were filled and even most of the places out in the blazing sun were occupied. The only inside was the kitchen. A young woman with a nose piercing and skull and cross bones tank top slid the screen partition open just long enough to ask curtly, "What's your order?"

"We were just hoping for two glasses of water," Jenn began.

"Anything else?"

"Um, well," Jenn peered over at the menu. The prices seemed really high for sandwich wraps.

The pirate woman handed over two large plastic cups, "Water's on the left," and slid the screen shut.

Jenn pushed her way past a family with a gaggle of newly stripped children and found Cathy. Together they managed to find a cooler with gallon jugs of water and poured themselves glasses filled with the liquid. They sat on the steps of the porch, the only place still unoccupied, and debated in low tones the merits and minuses of spending what money they had on prepared food.

"Wouldn't it be cheaper to buy ingredients?" Cathy pointed out.

"Yeah, but we have no where to keep anything, so it'll all go bad."

"We'd have to buy only what we could eat."

"Where's there even a store?"

"Let's ask someone."

"We left our money at our 'bedroom,' remember?" Jenn reminded her girlfriend.

"Let's go get it, ask someone where a store is, and just buy what we can eat now," Cathy decided.

Rehydrated, they felt refreshed enough to enjoy the walk down the beach. A family eating a picnic lunch out of a large cooler offered them directions to the closest store and the two girls found their way across A1A, a hot bit of asphalt parking lot and into the air conditioned cold of a convenience store. After an agonizing bit of browsing, picking things up, and putting them back they set their items down at the cash register.

"That'll be $19.95." The clerk was a young guy with hipster glasses and a black T-shirt. Jenn handed over their precious twenty dollar bill. "Your SFF chips are no good."

Jenn looked mystified. "Scanners," the guy clarified. "Sure, they're everywhere. Just a heads up. Lots of places aren't so nice. If you come in off the beach without a bikini or something they'll just buzz the cops and you're busted. Major fine."

Jenn nodded. "Um, thanks. I mean, that's good to know."

"Sure thing." The clerk handed her their change and moved on to the next customer.

"Shit," Cathy mumbled under her breath as they pushed their way back into the blazing parking lot. "That means we can't go anywhere."

"The restaurant must not have cared. Or Stir It Up," Jenn observed, "and at these prices it won't be long until we're hungry again," she added, looking ruefully at their small bag of overpriced convenience store food.

By the time they trudged back down the beach, Stir It Up was already closed for the day.

"They only gave us water," Jenn pointed out.

"And not very politely," Cathy agreed.

The real letdown was across the street. A notice on the door announced that the establishment would be closed for one, possibly two, weeks due to a serious plumbing problem.

The girls slept fitfully that night. Worry filled their minds, and as so many have discovered, the beach isn't the most comfy love nest when you're not desperately sexed up or feeling wonderfully romantic. They awoke in the morning cold, hungry, sandy and sticky.

"What are these things?" Cathy complained, swatting her leg, "I feel like I'm being bitten all over."

"Can a beach have bedbugs?" Jenn wondered. "Is there any of that food left?"

"Just a banana and a couple of pieces of bread. Oh, and the last bit of orange juice."

They divided up the last of the food and looked out over the early morning grey of the ocean. Each was consumed with her own thoughts, but they were oddly the same. The mind worrying the same nuggets over and over again: should they have come to Florida, what if they hadn't lost the little money they had, could they find another place to work, could they go anywhere without clothing, and when oh when could they get some more to eat!

"Good morning, beautiful beach sleepers!"

The cheery voice jarred Cathy and Jenn out of their reverie. A sturdily built young woman clad in layers of dark blue, green and brown clothing stood over them.

"It's so nice to find some other campers," the woman continued, her voice lilting over the words like song. "I'm Sam-Iza -- short for Samantha Isabelle."

"Um, good morning," Jenn wrestled to get out of her worry and into her voice.

"Nice to meet you." Cathy managed, a little more enthusiastically.

"So, have you been staying out here long?"

Jenn struggled not to be annoyed. This girl seemed oddly cheerful for so early in the morning. Besides her bug bites were itching, it was chilly, and . . . face it, she was hungry.

"Um, just a couple of nights," Cathy mumbled.

Sam-Iza sat down in a comfortable squat and seemed to be assessing the two of them. "I don't want to be intrusive, but if I can help in any way, I do know a lot of people around here."

"We rather could, use some help I mean," Jenn answered, gratefulness tinged with a bit of desperation.

"We lost our clothes, our money, and we don't know anyone at all," Cathy explained.

"Oh, I thought you two were stripped. But, no problem. I can get you some food and clothes. Is there anywhere in particular you're trying to go?"

They spilled out their story in fits and starts and interruptions, that they were from Ohio, how they'd lost their clothes, worked for a night, experienced the ocean and now had no idea exactly where they were or where to go.

"And, not to make life difficult," Jenn interjected, "but, I'm not wearing clothes again. That's final."

Cathy started to protest, "But Jenn, we don't have any money and stripping costs a lot and those sensors . . . "

"It's alright," Sam-Iza intervened gently. "Plenty of folks don't want to support the state just for the basic right to be naked. There are people can get you a hacked SFF chip. I'll connect you up. But let me get you some food -- you're probably starved."

Jenn looked at her gratefully. "I'll be right back," Sam-Iza trilled in her sing song voice and disappeared through the dunes.

Cathy pulled Jenn against her in a seated full-body hug. "I'm sorry, I know you want to be naked, I just didn't realize you couldn't put clothes on again, ever."

"Not ever," Jenn murmured, her lips close to Cathy's ear.

"It's okay." Cathy nuzzled Jenn closer and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's bosom.

Sooner than they expected Sam-Iza was back. She unwrapped a cloth and pulled out little metal boxes with tight-fitting lids. "This is tempeh with chia seeds marinated in balsamic and aged tamari. I have a few dried blueberries left, and these are just divine -- cacao nibs -- I just love them."

Cathy and Jenn weren't sure about any of the items, by description or looks, but hunger is the best sauce, and they forgot their manners and wolfed everything down.

"That was wonderful," Jenn exclaimed.

"It is all organic, raw, vegan -- even gluten free," Sam-Iza enthused. "I'm so happy to share with you. I have spring water, too. It's important to stay hydrated, especially on the beach."

The girls hadn't even realized how thirsty they were until they took turns gulping down water from Sam-Iza's metal water bottle.

The sky which had been getting brighter and brighter now burst forth with light as the sun rose above the bank of pink and gray clouds massed on the far horizon. A string of pelicans swooped low over them as they flew in line down the beach. The sound of the surf seemed suddenly louder in their ears and the day was awake. The few early morning dog walkers were now joined by the first real beach goers. Jenn and Cathy once again marveled at the disparate attire on this Florida coastline: an overweight woman in shorts and an over-large T-shirt herded three naked children ahead of her as she dragged a large cooler and a fold-up chair behind her. Three boys headed into the water with surf boards on their heads, two with rash guards and long trunks, the third stripped naked. A man jogged by in cut-off jeans, while two college-age girls passed by in the opposite direction, one in shorts and tank-top, the other stripped naked, but tattooed from head to toe.

Their sightseeing was interrupted by Sam-Iza. "So, I'm just going to get my friend." Cathy was amazed at the continued upbeat tone of their new acquaintance. Sam-Iza seemed to make every statement sound like the brightest new discovery in the world, her voice light and high and songlike while she flashed her white toothed smile. All this seemed somehow at odds with her practical, nondescript clothing and no-nonsense problem solving. "Just stay right here so I can find you. I have to find my friend Sabal and he'll give you a ride into the old city."

"But, what about the sensors?" Jenn asked with concern.

Sam-Iza laughed good-naturedly. "Sabal's got a cycle tram and we'll take you where there aren't any sensors. No need to worry." She gave them a big smile. "Here, I'll leave you with my last two raw beet and date bars so you don't get hungry. Sam-Iza waved good-bye and walked a short distance down the beach before disappearing out of view along one of the long wooden walkways over the dunes.

True to her word, Sam-Iza sent them a ride, although it was nearly 2 o'clock in the afternoon by the time it showed up. Cathy and Jenn had tried to enjoy themselves, but worry overshadowed even the bright Florida beach.

"She seemed really nice!" Jenn exclaimed. "And she acted like it was no problem -- that I could stay naked no matter what."

"I know. I don't want to think anything bad, but maybe it was too good to be true. I mean," she hastened to add, seeing the worry in Jenn's face, "I mean, I'm sure she is well-meaning, but what if she couldn't find that Sabal person -- the ride?"

"We don't even know if she's actually from around here."

"Or anything about her."

"She shared all her food, though." The beet bars had been a new experience, to add the other new food sensations, but hunger had won out again.

"God," Cathy exclaimed, thinking of her mother's kitchen, "I never realized how much food I actually eat in a day."

"I'm trying not to think about it," Jenn protested.

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(The End)