Summer walk
My name is Anya. It happened in the summer, during the holidays, and I wasn't very thrilled when my mom said we were going to get some fresh air. At that time, I wanted to stay in the city; I was nineteen, and my only wish was to spend the holidays with my college friends. We went to a village to stay with a relative, which was near a small town, so it wasn't completely in the middle of nowhere. The first days were very unusual, with completely different principles and way of life. Since I had to part with the internet—it simply wasn't there—all that was left was to wander along roads, forests, fields, etc. We visited people with my mom,
we had distant relatives there, and after about five days, it turned out we had arrived for a local holiday, like a town day. The celebration consisted of a small gathering with treats. It was supposed to take place after our departure, but my mom wanted to attend so much that our stay there naturally got extended.On the day of the village-wide celebration, early in the morning, we went to celebrate at a small beach; there was a clearing with trees, and right there, about fifty meters away, began the asphalt road to the town and a row of food kiosks and small shops. Upon arriving, the bustle of laying out food began, everyone was bustling, and my mom and I helped wherever we could. Approaching a woman who seemed to be the organizer, my mom and I started asking what else needed to be done. She gave my mom some instruction, and regarding me, she said I could go swimming with all the other young people.
There were about ten of them, mostly little kids, but a bit to the right, two girls my age, about twenty, maybe a bit older, were swimming—that's how I met Katya and Nastya, my peers. Both were slim and cheerful; Katya was energetic with wavy black hair, and Nastya was blue-eyed and fair-haired, calm and good-natured.
Then we went together to the shore to the other celebrants; we had already become a bit friendly—it turned out we were from the same city, and they were also there visiting relatives. They told me they often come here in the summer and it wasn't their first year. The only thing that puzzled me was that their panties and bras weren't from swimsuits but were simple, cotton ones, and even slightly see-through because they were wet, so we had to wait for everything to dry. But then the girls said that when the fun gets going, no one pays much attention to that,
"Last year, we ran up to some local teacher like this, and he was so embarrassed," Katya said, smiling.
For the rest of the evening, I waited for the moment when the girls would go swimming) I was so struck and excited by the image of them, not letting their cotton underwear dry, at least as they said, jumping around among that crowd of people—I really wanted to see it) We walked around for a long time all day, played a lot of things—volleyball, badminton, some of their local contests—but in my head, I always returned to the thought: what if they pull off different tricks this year too, nothing major, but for some reason, I really wanted to see it)
It was about six in the evening when they announced that it was officially okay to go swimming. Everyone moved closer to the water together, but then, after swimming once, most returned to their previous spots.
We went into the water farther out, swam, and came back to shore. The girls were very beautiful; everything showed through their wet tops. My head was slightly spinning; at that moment, it seemed I didn't even feel that the water was cool.
"Well?" Katya looked at us conspiratorially. "Shall we go to shore? Or let's, like this, run to the store where that grandpa is selling?"
"What grandpa?" I asked.
They told me that a long time ago, they swam in the lake behind the store where a funny, kind old man sells things, and they had long planned to play a trick on him, to swim topless, not very close, but so he could see.
Their plan excited me so much that I agreed too, caught up in their excitement, and we headed toward the store. The whole way, we joked, laughed; I could feel how I, and they, were trembling slightly from excitement and anticipation of carrying out our plan.
"Here's our grandpa's store," Katya smiled. It was a house with a homemade sign "Store" above the entrance. We entered. Behind the counter sat a gray-haired old man in a funny hat and glasses.
"Hello, Ivan Petrovich," Katya greeted him brightly.
"Oh! Who's come to see us! You might as well have come stark naked!" the grandpa laughed.
"But it's a holiday, everyone's swimming!" Katya smiled and, shifting from foot to foot, glanced down briefly. We probably really hurried; the panties and bras weren't dry yet, especially Nastya's, who, blushing, tried to keep her hands down, clasping her palms together and as if casually covering the triangle showing through her panties.
"Can we swim in the lake? It's so crowded at the river, huh?" Katya continued.
"Well, you should go farther away and swim."
"It's just too noisy and everyone's crowding," Nastya said, smiling awkwardly.
"Well, since you're such finicky princesses, swim as much as your heart desires, I don't mind, the lake isn't mine, and even if it were, I wouldn't mind," the old man laughed, waving his hand toward the passage deeper into the store, which, as it turned out, led to the lake.
We mumbled our thanks and scurried to the door.
Right behind the store was a lake, densely overgrown with grass on the sides. No one would see us from here. It was small, about thirty meters, maybe a bit more, and ended with a small shore.
"Let's swim to the other side; he'll come out for a smoke, and we'll be there!" Katya said.
We entered the water; it was warmer than in the river, and we swam. When we climbed out on the other shore, Katya asked me, "Well? Did you like it?"
"Very much!" I didn't even hide my admiration for our idea.
We chatted, laughed, told each other various ticklish stories. Nastya told about Katya, how she, on a dare with her, went for a walk without panties in just a dress, and on the way back, they asked a man passing by with a horse-drawn cart to give them a ride. And when they jumped off, Katya's dress got caught and pulled up above her waist, and some guy standing not far away saw.
"Oh, that was both cool and scary; I was spinning there with my dress up for about five seconds until I got unhooked, but it was super!"
We got so excited from all these stories that when Katya suggested getting undressed, not just topless but completely-completely, we immediately agreed! There was no one there, but still, the possibility that the grandpa seller could come out at any moment was very exciting!
We started undressing; the girls were very cute—Katya had large breasts, like two big drops, with small, neat nipples, and a neat, small strip below. Nastya had round breasts with nipples pointing in different directions, emphasizing their firmness, and a small, neat triangle below, like mine.
While he didn't come out, we decided to swim. We swam to the middle, swam around, splashed, and then some sound was heard. We turned into all ears, and after a couple of seconds, we heard voices behind the grass, and some people came out to our spot where we had undressed; they were talking, apparently someone decided to spend the rest of the holiday there and had come from the other side.
"Seems we've overplayed our hand," Nastya said.
"What if we swim over and ask?" I suggested.
"No way, who knows who's there at all."
"Then what do we do?" I asked. "We don't have anything at all!"
We were silent and listened to the conversation.
"I'd rather ask the grandpa to go," Katya said. "At least we know him."
After our critical meeting, it was decided to ask the grandpa to go and get our things. We swam to the shore, got out, and trotted to the back entrance.
"Damn, if only burdock grew here," Katya joked or said seriously. She opened the door a crack and knocked.
"Had enough swimming?" came the old man's cheerful voice.
"Ahem, can we, you?" Katya said, as if apologizing.
Footsteps were heard.
"Just please don't come out right away; we're completely naked, not even panties!" Nastya caught herself.
We stood holding the door, which opened to the yard, so there was only a small crack.
"What's going on with you, huh?" The old man opened the door slightly; we stepped aside, trying to hold it a bit so it wouldn't swing wide open.
"Well, what's with you there, hmm?"
We huddled tightly behind the door so we wouldn't be seen; Katya stood first, with Nastya pressed against her from behind, and me last. I could feel Nastya's bare butt against my lower stomach.
"We swam to that shore," Katya babbled, "and then decided to swim without swimsuits, since there's no one anyway, and then someone came there."
"Hoh, well, you're something, so you've swum yourselves into trouble, huh? Well, no need to be shy; I'm not your peer," the old man laughed. He came out, thoughtfully looking us over.
We covered our breasts and below as best we could; it was terribly embarrassing!
"You won't go there, will you?"
"What are you saying," the seller drawled, "to get there, you have to go around from the other side; there's no other way, there's a fence, then houses. Well, you're something," the old man smiled and chuckled contentedly.
"Do you have anything to wear for a while?" Nastya squeaked.
"Well, let's go see; there was something left from when I sold clothes," the grandpa stepped back from the threshold and went inside.
Katya looked at us and smiled. "Well, forward)"
And we cautiously stepped inside. It was terribly embarrassing and cool at the same time!) We glanced at each other and found the whole thing funny; it wasn't even very shameful, rather it was perceived as an adventure, although everyone's knees were shaking, but it was terribly interesting!
"Let's see something now." The old man opened a closet and started rummaging there, glancing now at the TV, now at us.
Holding our breasts with one hand and covering below with the other, we entered the well-lit room. The old man smiled. "So, you've jumped your way into this!)"
He rummaged in the closet for a long time, chuckling at us. And we stood there, clutching our charms from shame, turning our backs to him to somehow not show ourselves.
I turned around, listening to the old man, and realized we were standing with our bare butts toward him, and he was just saying something and looking at us; the girls realized it too and laughed stifledly, and Katya added in a whisper, "Lucky in his old age."
The sensations were just crazy. We were standing completely naked in the middle of his house—there was something dizzying about it!
"Well, here, I remember, I brought it a long time ago, a few unsold items left," the old man placed three sealed packages on a chair. "Well, here you go."
We turned around. We stood there, shyly shifting from foot to foot, not knowing whether to ask him to turn away or to try them on right here. Katya broke the pause first. "What's the difference, we're standing here naked anyway, don't know for how long." She winked at us and approached the chair. She took a package, opened it, pulled out a shirt. "Well, this is a shirt?" she looked questioningly at the old man. "Well, it's what I have; I don't bring clothes anymore," the old man smirked. Katya took a shirt for herself, threw the others to us, and, not embarrassed by the old man, started putting it on. We followed her example. They were simple, light women's shirts with buttons. It was fun; Katya kept saying something funny. We weren't covering ourselves anymore but stood there naked while fussing with the buttons.
"You don't have to be afraid; I won't tell anyone," the old man reassured us.
"Oh, we're not afraid," Katya answered, fooling around.
"Well, if that's the case, you might as well walk without panties," the old man laughed.
"Looks like we'll have to," Nastya remarked. Everything worked out perfectly for Nastya and me, but for Katya, although the shirt buttoned, it didn't close around the chest area, and on the hips, after the last button, the edges spread apart—it seemed one awkward movement and it could ride up, revealing what Katya was trying to cover, stubbornly pulling the edges down.
"Hmm, so we've dressed up," Katya said, pursing her lips.
"Well, there's no other," the seller replied.
"And thanks for this; we'll manage somehow."
We said goodbye and headed for the exit.
No one crossed our path on the way, so we made it without adventures. People were still walking around, relaxing; everything was going as usual.
First, we met, as I later found out, Katya's mom.
"What's with the shirts?" she asked in surprise.
"We were swimming, then changing, left them to dry for now, it's not noticeable," Katya rattled off.
"What do you mean, left your panties to dry? Have you completely lost your minds? With you, everything is always upside down. Go get dressed immediately! Okay, we're going to visit Aunt Marina now; come there when you're done swimming. Are you a visitor too?" she asked, looking at me.
"Yes, my mom and I are here for the first time."
"Well, you've certainly found yourself a daredevil for a friend. Stop flashing your bare butts here; go get dressed," she smiled and went toward the village.
The girls told me they live in the same city as me. So we definitely agreed to keep in touch there too. We didn't swim anymore but just sat on the shore, then went to Katya's mom. It was already evening and getting dark. It was cool walking without panties through the whole crowd. No one paid much attention, but they still glanced, and it was great.
"Oh look, that teacher," Katya took Nastya by the elbow. "Let's go over!)"
"Is he really local? What if we meet him back home later?" I wondered.
"Yes, he's from here. We came last year; they told us about him, that he teaches something here somewhere."
"What will we say?" Nastya repeated.
"Well, I'll think of something; come on, faster, it'll be hilarious; he'll think we have panties under our shirts; it won't even occur to him!" And we, pulling our shirts down tighter, carefully walked toward him.
"Hi!" Katya's voice rang out a couple of meters from a young man with glasses, of intelligent appearance, who