Cathy and Jenn 3

Stripped For Florida: Cathy and Jenn 3

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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 3

By the time they got to St. Augustine both girls were weary with bus travel and stiff from being cramped into uncomfortable seats with the air conditioning blasting way too cold. Jenn had shivered at the sight of two naked girls who boarded the bus in Baldwin. They weren't the first naked teens they'd seen in Florida, but it was the first time Jenn got a good look up close. The girls were maybe thirteen and fifteen, she guessed. They got on and walked up the aisle, searching for empty seats.

"There aren't any seats, mom," the older girl said.

Fortunately those already on the bus were kind enough to rearrange themselves and give the girls seats together, with their mother sitting close by. It wasn't long before the younger girl felt the cold.

"I'm freezing, mom," she complained. "Can't I have a blanket?"

"We're not going into that, again," the girl's mother stated. "You know you're stripped, now just live with it."

Jenn liked being naked, but she'd never considered not being allowed to wear clothes -- even if she were cold. I guess that's why being stripped hasn't exactly caught on in Ohio, she thought. Nevertheless, it seemed odd that it should be so extreme: never naked or always naked.

The sisters sat down and cuddled against one another for warmth, falling asleep as the AC blasted away. Jenn knew they were sisters, not lovers, but still -- she couldn't help feeling some hope that these two naked girls wrapped around each other weren't attracting any undue attention. She leaned closer against Cathy and imagined herself skin to skin with her.

In St. Augustine the bus pulled up to a convenience store while several passengers got off ahead of them. Jenn and Cathy stood in the parking lot wondering which way to go. The sign on what had obviously once been a 7/11 said "Tiger 11". They padded inside, tired and aching. The store had the usual run-down assortment of candy bars, cigarettes, Lotto tickets, and something they weren't as familiar with, a smaller version of the naked twins with the Stripped For Florida logo. A sun-bronzed, blond-haired naked boy with an erection was paying for Gatorade at the front counter. Several clothed patrons were in the aisles and a little boy was begging his mother for candy.

"Why can't I have any, mommy? Please?" he begged. Jenn smiled at him. He looked cute -- maybe four or five years old. He wore a Spiderman T-shirt and blue shorts. His feet were bare.

His mother looked to be not more than a year or two older than Jenn.

"Tell you what, squirt. Take off your clothes and I'll buy you a candy."

"Really?" The boy looked pleased.

"Sure. Everyone's wondering why I haven't stripped you yet. Let's surprise them."

The boy pulled off his shorts and yanked his t-shirt over his head. He stood there naked and smiling up at his mother.

"What kind of candy you want?"

He pulled a large Hershey bar off the rack and handed it to his mom.

"I'll have one Quick Strip and the candy bar -- oh, and a box of Salem Lites." The woman behind the counter pulled the carton off the rack behind her and handed over a paper with a small sticker on it. The boy took the candy bar from his mother and ripped it open. Jenn and Cathy watched as the mom attached the sticker behind the left ear of her son.

"That's it. You're stripped."

"Thank you mommy. You know I love candy."

The girl smiled at Jenn and Cathy as she left the store. They smiled back and wished it were as easy for them to get naked as it was for the little boy.

The girls wandered a bit around St. Augustine. It was a different world from Ohio and they didn't know whether to look at the historic buildings, the sunburned tourists, the naked kids and teenagers, the strange sex paraphernalia shops catering to those aforementioned tourists and their naked children, or simply gape in awe at palm trees and exotic birds and flowers. They had no idea how to even begin looking for Amanda and when they got hungry were shocked at the prices being charged. The smell of the ocean wafted over everything and in the end that was what decided it for them. A helpful young college student standing in front of the imposing Ponce Hotel -- now Flagler College -- told them that contrary to expectations the beach was not in St. Augustine itself, but that the little Sunshine Bus Company vans could get you there cheaply, if not exactly efficiently. She gave directions on where to get on and which way to walk when they got off. She even told them that her favorite place was "Stir it up". It's named after a Bob Marley song, she added helpfully. Cathy and Jenn nodded dumbly at the overload of information and hoped they remembered the essentials.

The Sunshine got them part way to the beach, their legs the rest of the way. Yet another new world greeted them. As tired as they were, their first experience of the ocean swept them into an excitement of all the senses: the crash of the waves, the sharp salt scent, the wind blasting into their faces, the invisible pricks like a thousand needles as sand blew into their skin, even the taste of the ocean -- so familiar to those who live near it -- a sensation they never would have guessed at from books and movies. Cathy extended her hands out wide and twirled across the sand, her face uplifted to the sounds and scents. There was a new world of people here, too. Naked and scantily clad children and teens swam and ran and sunned themselves amongst boys in trunks that hung below their knees, women swathed under broad-brimmed hats to stave off the sun, and even a few men clad in shirts and shorts.

Cathy noted that there were very few girls or young women who wore much of anything. Skimpy bikinis or fully nude seemed to be the attire of young females. A girl just about her age lay on her back, sunning herself as naked as the day she was born. She extended her arms up in welcome and following her gesture Cathy saw a handsome, fully tanned and naked boy emerging out of the waves. His penis was long and hard, fully engorged. He ran up the beach to the girl, leaned down on his well-built arms and enveloped her in a kiss even as his erection penetrated her in one smooth motion. Without the slightest indication that they were in the midst of a public beach the boy marauded the girl with his erection, while she took him into herself with totally receptive abandon. Cathy nudged Jenn to watch and they could not hide their obvious fascination. Before arriving in Florida neither girl had ever seen a fully naked male teen; had never seen an erect penis; and had certainly never seen the heterosexual act of intercourse before. Growing up in an all-female household Cathy had little exposure to men at all; Jenn's experience wasn't much greater. Ohio mandated full coverage for both sexes in public and public displays of affection were frowned upon, both socially and in the eyes of the law.

It was obvious that the girl was enjoying the long strokes and hard thrusts of the young man who arced his body over hers and plunged deeply into her, his tanned buttocks clenching with the effort on each downward attack on her mons and labia. Cathy found herself wet with desire and her insides tingled and ached. She wanted Jenn so bad she nearly ripped her own clothes off right then and there.

Neither girl could tear her gaze away from the duo, but the young lovers didn't seem to notice or care. The girl began to moan and then scream as she went into the throes of orgasm. The boy never stopped pounding her until he froze in position, his body poised in midair as it were. A few minutes later he withdrew his still-hard erection, pulled his girlfriend up from the sand and the two of them bounded into the surf, laughing and holding hands.

Jenn looked sidelong at her girlfriend and before she could think herself out of it, pulled down her shorts and ripped off her T-shirt.

"Come on!" she called as she ran towards the water. The sand was hot on the soles of her feet, the Florida air warm against her skin. It felt so good to be out of the binding suffocation of clothes. It was even worse wearing them here than in Ohio. She didn't own a bikini and it seemed so unjust to be clothed when there were enough teenagers wearing absolutely nothing. She felt the first wetness of the ocean and enveloped herself in it. From the moment Jenn dove into the first oncoming wave she felt no fear. This surging power was something she had longed for without knowing it. The saltiness matched the workings of her own body. She didn't even mind that she had to come up for air; like a dolphin or a whale she surfaced naturally, took a breath and swam back into the waves that surged relentlessly in from far out at sea. On her third surfacing she bobbed up and looked around. Cathy stood up to her knees in the water, still dressed in her jean shorts and t-shirt.

"It's great!" Jenn called, "you'll love it."

Cathy looked at the small girls who couldn't be older than 7 or 8 cavorting naked in the waves. She caught sight of the two lovers they had watched on the beach, now entwined around one another in deeper water. She took a breath and plunged into the water, swimming toward her own sweetheart. The waves were stronger than she expected but the feeling was exhilarating. She came up next to Jenn and embraced her. The two girls floundered in the water, trying to stay above the surface even as their bodies found one another with a longing held back since they'd left home. Jenn's naked body was slippery; Cathy's clothes were wet, rough and cumbersome. They moved closer to shore and feeling her feet touch the ground Cathy impatiently pulled at the zippers and clasps and wet fabric, trying to pull the clothes off her body. After some struggle, and with help from Jenn, she liberated herself and with impatience charged into the oncoming surf.

Jenn and Cathy played in the waves like long lost dolphins, the sky transforming into pinks and turquoise blues, the sea darkening and the beach emptying of people. Exhausted and exhilarated they pulled themselves onto the sand and lay looking up in wonder at the vast Florida sky. Already it was dark far out to sea on the eastern horizon, while quickly waning daylight still held sway away to the west. The first star came out and Jenn leaned over and gave Cathy a kiss. Their contentment was marred only by the nag of hunger in their bellies that they had each sought to ignore for some time. Only now did they consider their options for some kind of supper.

"I guess I lost my clothes in the waves," Cathy observed ruefully.

Jenn giggled. "You can have mine. After all I'm the one who wanted to come to Florida and never wear them again."

"It's not that important, really . . . it's just . . . well, maybe nobody would really mind if we showed up somewhere and wanted some food, but . . ."

For the first time Cathy looked truly worried.

"What?" Jenn asked.

"We don't have any . . . where are your clothes?"

"I don't know. I left them on the beach, remember?"

"If we can't find them, forget being naked . . . we have no money!"

"Shit!"

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(The End)