Across the street the campers were all dark and there was no sign of activity. I had to go through a small narrow field to reach the park road and I stepped gingerly to avoid rocks as I crossed. The bottom of my feet had become calloused now, though I quickly reached the park road. I stopped just a few feet away from the campground pondering which way to go. I could’ve walked a little ways down the road to bypass the campers if I wanted but I decided to walk right through the middle of the campground. In for a penny in for a pound, I guess.
I walked between two large RVs and then over to the tent where I had noticed the bicycles in the morning and the boys were standing somewhere there. Inside I could hear the heavy breathing of a sleeper and I stood outside for several minutes . Finally my better judgment took over and I started moving again before someone really did wake up and see me there. I crossed a bridge over the creek and entered the park, then crouched behind a tree to survey it.
The moonlight wasn’t as bright as it had been a week ago but it was still too bright for a naked girl who didn’t necessarily want to be seen tonight. It wasn’t a large park: maybe two hundred yards across and about the same distance wide. There wasn’t much cover either; just a few trees and some picnic tables and benches. On the far end was some playground equipment for younger kids. I decided that my goal tonight was to make it at least to the other side and I’d play it by ear after that.
I emerged from behind the tree and began walking, my senses attuned to any sound or sight that would alert me to danger. To my right I heard a car engine and froze as a car passed in the distance on the road. It was far enough away, though, that they couldn’t possibly see me and after it disappeared I began walking again.
I was about half way through the park when I heard a female voice.
“Hey!”
I nearly jumped out of my skin! I turned toward home and was ready to bolt when she spoke again.
“Wait a minute! Don’t go.”
I don’t know why, but for some reason I didn’t run. Instead I covered my breasts and my pussy and turned in the direction of the voice. About twenty feet away in the shadows I could make out a female figure sitting on a park bench. “Come here. I want to talk to you,” she said. I walked slowly toward her, still covering myself, and when I got within a few feet away from her. As I got closer I also detected the unmistakable scent of marijuana wafting in the air and saw a joint burning in her hand.
“Nice night for a stroll, huh?” she laughed. Her eyes roamed over my body. “Can you drop your hands so I can get a good look at you?” I don’t know why but I obeyed and stood naked before her. She motioned for me to spin around and I did that, too. “Wow, you are so cute,” she said. The girl took a long drag from the joint and held it in for a few seconds before expelling the smoke into the air.
“So are you a nudist or something?”
I shook my head and finally found my voice. “I’m sort of a streaker, I guess.”