A Hot morning in June finds me and my girlfriend Melissa hiking a winding uphill trail to a famous landmark that is visible for miles, the hollywood sign. We started at 8 a.m. and plan on covering the 6 miles by 11, hopefully sooner. We will have ascended 1100 feet.

We are dressed comfortably in white off-the-shoulder top, jean shorts and hiking shoes.

A longtime gym rat, I started the daily routine when I was 18. I’m now 27. The stationery bike and light weights keep me toned. Genetics has given me a nice vase-shape; the gentle curves and generous boobs. My Ass is just the right size.

My favorite girl is Melissa Kresley, a blond with green eyes whose measurements are similar to those of Lady Gaga_36 26 37. Her boobs are 34B, a good handfull. At 5 1 her eyes are 5 inches below mine.

Hiking and riding her mountain bike are not new to Melissa. The 27 year old has never been a gym rat until recently. I, on the other hand, had never been into hiking and riding a mountain bike until recently.

Near the end of the trail I am huffing from exertion. Melissa seems none the worse for wear. She turns to me.

“I haven’t seen you huffing like this since….”

I asked, “since when.”

She added, “the last time we had Sex.”

Approximately 100 steps from the end of the trail I took several seconds to gain my second wind then resumed the hike. Accustomed to the rigorous outdoor workout, Melissa had gone ahead and waited for me. At the end of the trail I marveled at the distance we walked uphill and at the sign that we could touch.

I looked at the ladder. Has anyone ever climbed that sign? I looked at Missy

“What?” She challenged me.

“What would it take to make you climb to the top of the sign?”

“It’s trespassing. A person can get arrested.”

“Really,” I said.

“Yah really,” she replied.

“I want to take it all off, and climb to the top.”

Missy burst into laughter. “Who’s stopping you?”

“I’m joking.”

“Let’s make a small wager.”

“A wager,” I asked.

“I bet you can’t name the capitals of all 50 states.”


I asked, “what if I can name them.”

“If you miss one you have to climb the top absolutely naked.”

“Wait a minute.”


“What for what?”

“I don’t want to be slapped with the double charge of trespassing and public nudity.”

“You’re admitting you don’t know all the capitals.”

I replied with a silent nod.

The faint sound of an airplane grew louder. Its image expands from a dot to child’s model. The low-flying single engine craft turned out to be towing a banner which read “National Nude Day.” The airplane flew straight for several seconds then turned and headed back towards us showing the reverse side of the sign. The reverse side says “Take it all off today.”

“You saw the sign,” Dani remarked to me.

Without hesitation I removed my top and dropped it to my feet.

After pausing a second I removed my bra, a Light Beige strapless garment and dropped it onto my top.

Another pause provoked a remark by the girlfriend. “Shorts and panties have to come off as well girl.”

Off came the hiking shoes. I turned my back to her before stripping off my clothes. I turned around again.

“Nice curves,” she quipped as her eyes roam down my body.

Barely a minute later I started my climb up the ladder behind the H. At the top I waved to a small group of spectators who had just arrived.

“How’s the view from up there?”

As long as the authorities are not ordering me to climb down I’ll just chill here. I go down when I’m ready.

Approximately five minutes later I stepped onto the ground in time to watch Missy stripping off her top. I watched her take off her bra, a white strapless underwire type.

She stripped naked without bothering to turn her back to me.

I stepped aside giving her access to the ladder. My eyes focused on her buttocks as she climbed.

Missy waved to the spectators below.

“How’s the view from up there?”

We snatched up our clothes and carried them to the base of the hill.

Still naked we enjoyed a late afternoon lunch in our own kitchen. Vitamin water washed down our sandwiches.

“That was fun,” I quipped.

The government should declare National Nude Day every year.

“Definitely,” she replied.

Like many condominiums in southern California our building has a pool. Hardly a day passes without a least one resident taking a dip. Many days see more than one resident at a time in the water.

The sun was at 4 p.m. The temperature was still in the 90s. The spanish style condo that we call home had been sufficiently cooled by late afternoon but we wanted fresh air. Leaving our bikinis in the dresser, we went outside to skinny dip.

Someone neither of us had met is stretched out in one of the chaise lounges. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes. He is lean but toned. He is wearing dark-blue trunks.

Ordinarily we would wear triangle top bikinis. I like Pearl White. Missy prefers sunset pink. Today is not an ordinary day. It’s National Nude Day.

Why isn’t he nude? He’s just being a prude.

I asked, “did you move in recently.”

“A week ago,” said the stranger. “My name is Todd, Todd Phelps.”

Why haven’t we seen him? How did we miss the moving truck parked at the complex?

“Nice to meet you Todd Phelps,” I replied. “I’m Stephanie. This is my girlfriend Melissa.”

“I take it you girls saw the airplane.”

I asked, “you mean the airplane towing the banner.”

“Yah that one,” he replied.

“A friend of mine is a pilot.”

I asked, ” was that your friend flying the plane.”

“Uh huh,” said Todd.

Why aren’t you nude today? Do you have a girlfriend?

“He just wanted to see how many people would bare all.”

I spoke freely.

“We were at the hollywood sign this morning hiking the trail to it. We each climbed the ladder.”

“I’ve been there, just not naked. I never climbed the sign either.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Single,” he replied.

“Misy and I are a couple.”

“I thought so,” he replied.