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Thursday, June 5, 2025

The Clothes Stay in the Car: A CFNM Camping Trip

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It was supposed to be a simple, rustic weekend getaway. Just two couples—Meg and Daniel, Tara and Kirk—pitching a tent by a quiet forest lake and getting off the grid. The usual: no phones, no responsibilities, just fresh air and long hikes. But Meg and Tara had other plans—plans sparked during a wine-fueled conversation weeks earlier that ended in blushing giggles and flushed cheeks.

They’d both confessed something they hadn’t even known they shared: a mutual fascination with CFNM—“clothed female, naked male.” When they first talked about it, they were planning a silly fantasy, something they whispered and laughed about and maybe explored once or twice. But something about it stuck. The dynamic. The control. The contrast. And in the raw, earthy setting of a campsite, it felt like the perfect place to try it out.

So they agreed: the boys would be nude all weekend. Meg and Tara on the other hand, fully clothed. They would of course, bring plenty of sunscreen.


Friday Afternoon

The sun was just starting to dip when they pulled up to the campsite. The forest air was crisp, still laced with spring’s coolness. The lake shimmered through the trees, its surface undisturbed and perfect.

“Okay boys,” Tara said as she popped open the trunk. “Strip down and toss your clothes in the bag. Meg and I will get the tent started.”

Daniel and Kirk both blinked, looking between their partners as if unsure if they were joking. But Meg just grinned, her hands confidently resting on her hips. “You heard her. Clothes stay in the car.”

Meg loved how red Daniel’s ears got. She watched him fidget, looking to Kirk for some kind of bro support, but Kirk was already toeing off his shoes. His lean body was pale from months of winter, and she noted that he was shaved completely—smooth from hips to groin like he’d prepared for this. Interesting. She cast a teasing glance at Tara, who gave her a wicked little smirk in return.

When Daniel finally peeled his boxers down, Meg caught her breath. She’d never paid too much attention to Kirk’s size before, but it was hard not to notice now. Daniel, sweet Daniel, definitely had the advantage. She felt a private rush of pride, especially when Tara’s eyes flicked over and lingered a little too long.

Meg gave Tara a playful elbow. “I didn’t realize my man was the better-equipped one.”

Daniel froze. His face went crimson, but he didn’t cover himself. That was part of the deal: no modesty allowed.

“Oh, don’t be smug,” Tara laughed. “Besides, I do appreciate a smooth finish,” she added, glancing pointedly at Daniel’s hairy groin.

Meg giggled. “Fair. Daniel, baby, I think you need to borrow Kirk’s razor later.”

That night, they sat around the campfire while the boys fetched firewood in the nude, their penises swaying with each step. Tara sipped her wine and leaned toward Meg. “This is better than I thought. It’s like they’re on display… but not in a way that’s aggressive. It’s… cute.”

Meg bit her lip and nodded. She watched Daniel bend over to pick up a log. The curve of his back, the little twitch of his cock when he realized the women were watching—there was something tender and vulnerable about it. And undeniably erotic.


Saturday

By morning, the power shift was already starting to feel more natural. The boys didn’t argue about the nudity anymore. They padded around the camp in sandals and nothing else, making coffee, setting up folding chairs, and tending the fire while the women lounged in leggings and hoodies, sipping from insulated mugs.

Daniel had shaved that morning. Meg supervised with a quiet, amused authority while he squatted by the tent with Kirk’s razor and a tiny camping mirror. She teased him about taking extra care, about how cute he looked with smooth balls, about how it made him look even younger.

“Aw, you match Kirk now,” she cooed. “Now we have our little twins.”

Kirk snorted, and Daniel looked away—but he didn’t stop. He followed through, cheeks red but eyes submissively focused.

When they hiked down to the lake that afternoon, the women kept their suits on—Tara in a slick black bikini and Meg in her strappy red one-piece. The boys, naturally, went in as they were. It took Daniel a little longer to get used to it, but Kirk dove right in, splashing around with a loose, easy confidence.

Meg noticed that Daniel’s cock began to stir every time she got close. All it took was a whisper, a touch to his thigh, a bite of her lip. And soon he was hard, bobbing just above the surface of the lake, red-faced but helpless to stop it.

“Down, boy,” Tara teased, laughing as Daniel tried to will his erection away.

“It’s like he’s begging for attention,” Meg said, circling him slowly. “Look at that foreskin fighting to keep up. Poor thing.” Her voice was honey-sweet, but laced with mock sympathy.

Tara bit her lip, amused and aroused. “It’s honestly adorable. It’s like a little flag saying ‘I love being watched.’” The ladies loved talking about their men’s anatomy in a matter of fact way as if they weren’t even there. It was somehow empowering and felt like men talk about women, it was leveling and fun.

That night, the couples shared the large tent. The boys slept nude, of course. It was a warm evening and the women slept in just enough fabric to emphasize their control. Meg spooned Daniel from behind, her thigh nudging between his legs, feeling the soft curve of his cock against her skin. She whispered into his ear, “You’ve been such a good little exhibitionist, baby. I’m proud of you.”

She could feel his body shudder. Vulnerability, warmth, arousal—all tied together. The intimacy was different now. Deeper.


Sunday

By the third day, the nudity wasn’t weird anymore. It was just the way things were. The women moved with lazy grace, confident in their covered power. The men were exposed, soft most of the time, occasionally hard, always aware of the watching eyes of their partners.

The shock had melted into ritual.

Daniel, especially, seemed changed. More attentive. Quieter. His nakedness brought out something in him—a sweetness, a desire to serve, to be pleasing.

And Meg? Meg felt more powerful than ever. She didn’t need to dominate him physically. Her words, her glances, her decisions—they were enough. It wasn’t just erotic. It was emotional. A realignment.

“You’ve noticed the way he looks at you now, right?” Tara whispered that morning as they walked along the lakeside trail.

Meg nodded. “Like I’m the sun.”


The Drive Home

When it was time to pack up, Meg made one final request.

“Leave the clothes in the trunk,” she said as Daniel reached for his shorts. “I like this new version of you.”

Tara added, “Let’s not break the spell just yet.”

And so the boys rode home nude, sitting quietly in the back seat while the women chatted up front, stopping for gas like it was nothing. Kirk crossed his legs when a trucker looked in through the window. Daniel sat stiffly, eyes wide.

But they didn’t complain.

There was a dignity in their obedience now. A silent understanding.


A New Normal

That night, Meg and Tara sipped wine on the patio while their men grilled dinner—still naked, now barefoot in their own backyard.

“I think we’ve started something,” Tara said, raising her glass.

Meg clinked it. “CFNM forever.”

Because it wasn’t just a fantasy anymore.

It was a truth. A current beneath their relationships. The women were the center. The men? Loved, cherished, adored—but always bare. Always watching. Always aware.

And for Meg, watching Daniel blush under her gaze—his cock twitching shyly, not quite big enough to pretend otherwise—was the most delicious part of all.

Tora
Tora
I’m Tora, a Japanese-American trans woman who channels my journey and passions into writing erotic stories. Born in Tokyo and now living in Seattle, I blend the vibrant culture with eclectic energy of my new home. My writing explores themes of identity, desire, and empowerment, inviting readers into bold, sensual worlds full of authentic passion.

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