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   I was bored.

   That's my excuse.  I was bored.

   My name is Kendra Wilson and this is a story about how boredom,
listlessness and depression can make you do some pretty crazy things.

   First, a little background.

   I'm supposed to be a college freshman, like most girls my age.  In fact,
I was  -" for a few months.  But life doesn't always work out the way you
want it to.

   I suppose the biggest problem was that I didn't get accepted to the
college that I wanted to do to, the one I'd set my heart on more than
anything.  Instead I ended up at one of those colleges that's nobody's
first choice.  And I knew from the start I wasn't going to get on there. 
The classes were hard and boring and the party scene was nowhere near what
I had hoped for.  I disliked my dorm, my roommate was a grouchy goth who
chased me away every time she wanted to bang her boyfriend in our bedroom,
and the showers were always cold.  I missed home, my old highschool
friends, my old life.

   So, sue me, I quit.  Well, dropped out.  When you quit college, it's
called dropping out, as my dad was quick to point out in one of the many
disappointed lectures I heard from him and mom once I swallowed my pride
and moved back home.  Dropping out.  Giving up on the path your future was
supposed to take you.  Giving up on life.

   So, I gave up.  I moved back home into my old bedroom and took the
first, lamest job I could find.  I work late shifts, until midnight, which
means I'm home all day, while my hard-working parents are out at their own
jobs.  My parents are at work, my friends are all off at college  -" even
the younger kids are in school during the day.  I tried having a boyfriend,
for a little while, but that didn't really work for me on account of the
fact that the guy's life was even more of a mess than mine.  So there's
just me now.  I live in the suburbs but it might as well be the moon, for
all there is to do around here during the day time.

   So my days are spent sitting around the house in sweatpants, watching
kids shows, until my libido kicks in and I switch to looking at porn. 
That's my education now  -" a minor in the Cartoon Network daytime
schedule, a major in idle masturbation.

   I couldn't get into my dream college, and now at age 19 my biggest
accomplishment is successfully managing to orgasm in every room in my
house.

   So if I say I feel like a bit of a loser, that's an understatement.

   Anyway, this is the slump I was in.  Bored and lonely at home during the
day, I struggled to motivate myself.  The chores my mom left me to do would
go undone, I wouldn't shower or shave my legs (or elsewhere), I basically
stopped taking care of myself.

   I was depressed.  Bored, lonely, depressed. 

   Then one day, something changed.

   I decided as summer weather rolled in that I needed to do something,
anything, to get me to do more than just watch TV, eat junk food and play
with myself in the hours that my mom and dad weren't home.  It wasn't easy
to motivate myself by this point, I was actually in a major funk, so I
decided to start small.  I decided to try and at least take a walk each
day, maybe go to the corner store or even just around the neighbourhood.  I
didn't live in the most exciting place on Earth, but getting out in the
fresh air might be good for me, I reasoned, and might help me shake this
feeling of ennui.

   It was on my first few days of those walks that I noticed just how quiet
it was around my neighbourhood during the day.  Our neighbourhood is pretty
affluent, everyone has a job, or is in school.  I swear, on every single
walk I took, I didn't see a soul.  Alright, maybe the occasional maid or
gardener working on someone's house while they were out, but no residents.
It sounds incredible, I know, but I swear that our neighbourhood is to all
intents and purposes completely empty during the daytime on a week day!

   I'm not sure what it was that first put the idea in my head  -" sexual
frustration; something I had encountered reading erotic fiction; or just
good old fashioned boredom.  But once I had realised that between 9am and
12:30pm my neighbourhood was a vast, empty playground, the idea of how to
have some fun with it began to take shape.

   The morning I decided to do it, I took better care of my appearance than
I had in a long time.  I had a lengthy shower, shaving my stubbly legs and
underarms, before delicately taking the razor to my patchy pubic hair.  I
hadn't had a smooth pussy in a good few weeks, but I wanted to look my
best. I blow dried my blonde hair, fastening it into a ponytail.  I donned
my underwear  -" ordinary, basic stuff, nothing fancy or unique  -" then
pulled on a pale yellow t-shirt and a pair of grey shorts of the sort I
used to go running in.  I applied basic, natural makeup to my face,
standard "girl next door" style, then shoved my bare feet into a pair of
sneakers.  As an afterthought I grabbed a dark grey baseball cap from my
closet and put it on, pulling my ponytail through it.  I looked like any
young woman going for a morning run or taking a walk to the gym.

   Then I waited.  I waited, anxiety and nervous energy building in me.  I
hopped from one foot to the other, my stomach turning somersaults, until I
judged it was sufficiently mid-morning and everyone in the neighbourhood
would have left for the day.

   I left the house, locking the door behind me.  Then I did something
unusual, something I don't normally do  -" I tucked the house key into the
band holding my ponytail.

   I walked through the neighbourhood, several streets, until I reached the
corner store.  I browsed the magazine racks but I wasn't here to shop  -" I
had just wanted to get out and get an idea of who, if anyone, was around.
In all the streets I had walked through, I hadn't seen a soul  -" it was
perfect.

   I left the store and headed in the direction of home.  When I was out of
sight of the corner store, and firmly back in the residential area, I
stopped.  I looked around me  -" no sign of anyone.

   Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I grasped the waistband of my
shorts, pulled them quickly down, and stepped out of them.  Now dressed
only in sneakers, panties and a t-shirt, I resumed my journey.

   I felt very free without my shorts on but more than a little exposed  -"
but by the time this journey was finished, I was going to be a lot more
exposed than this!

   I walked for another short distance.  I was maybe two streets from my
house and, again, I saw nobody.  I stopped again and this time (being
careful not to dislodge my hat) I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and
dropped it onto the ground.

   I was now out in public wearing only my panties and bra!  This was both
hilarious and exhilarating to me.  I'd never gone in for any sort of public
exposure before but here I was, in the street, in my underwear!

   I walked quickly away from the dropped shirt, to remove the temptation
to put it back on.  Walking the street in my underwear felt incredibly
strange  -" I was acutely aware of the bareness around my middle, between
where my bra ended and my panties began.  It was like nothing else.

   When I was about 100 yards from the corner turning into my street, I
stopped again.  Again, there was nobody around.  I laughed, a big grin on
my face, as I reached up behind my back and unclasped my bra.  I removed
the bra and let that fall to the pavement, baring my breasts completely.

   I'm a fully-paid up member of the itty bitty titty club, my boobs aren't
ever going to be described as spectacular.  But right then, bare in the
morning sun on a suburban street, I've never felt more proud or happy with
my body.

   Wearing just a pair of white cotton panties, I resumed my journey,
taking the next left into my own street.  At first I cupped my breasts with
my hands, a gesture of modesty, but then I realised, if I was caught at
this stage, someone seeing my nipples was the least of my problems, and so
I forced myself to walk with my hands by my sides.

   At last, off in the distance, my house was visible.  I was on the home
stretch.  Dare I complete my adventure?

   Of course I dared! 

   Quickly, and without ceremony, I pulled down my panties and stepped out
of them.  I was now completely naked on a residential street in broad
daylight!  The sun warmed my bare skin, a light breeze caressed me.  I felt
reborn, all my unhappiness lifted, replaced with a simple freedom.  Me,
naked, in the world.

   I quickened my pace, skipping, until finally I broke into a run.  I was
laughing, happy, and I ran naked towards my house.  I grabbed the key from
my hair as I drew closer, and had it in my hand ready as I reached my front
door.  I opened the door, closed it behind me, and collapsed against the
wall.  My fingers found my cunt without even thinking about it.  I caressed
myself passionately.  My pussy was wet beyond belief, I was incredibly
aroused, and I masturbated eagerly there and then, slumped against the wall
in my hallway.  I reached an incredible orgasm within a minute, crying out
loudly in ecstasy, my legs trembling and my body soaked with sweat.

   I sat there for a while, slowly caressing myself.  I took my time this
time  -" slow, lengthy touches, little movements designed to continue the
stimulation of my aching treasure, until eventually I peaked again, moaning
softly as I came, a beautiful, overwhelming climax.

   Thoroughly spent, I stretched out on the floor, warming my naked body in
the sun like a cat might.  I felt incredible, almost delirious with
happiness.  I had never come like that in my life, and as for the thrill
and enjoyment I had felt disrobing in public?  It was out of this world.

   I think I dozed off there, if only for a few minutes, but gradually I
opened my sleepy eyes and re-attuned myself to the world around me. 
Without any great hurry, I stood, and walked shakily upstairs.  I donned
clean clothing from my closet, then pocketed my house key and stepped back
outside.  I retraced my steps, picking up the clothes I had discarded  -"
first my panties, then my bra, and finally my t-shirt and shorts.  I had
chosen all items to wear that had no personal importance to me, in case I
was unable to find them again, but luckily they were all still right where
I had dropped them.  I was somewhat disappointed by this  -" especially
that the underwear hadn't moved.  I kind of wanted someone to have come
along and found them, to put two and two together and realise they had not
long missed a girl running naked in the street, to curse their bad luck
that they wouldn't see my bare butt, my nipples, my exposed, shaven pussy.
I laughed to myself  -" I couldn't believe how kinky I'd gotten from just
that one act in a few short minutes! 

   I felt a renewed enthusiasm for life from that moment on.  Who cared
that I was jobless and often alone?  That just meant I had more time to
indulge in my new hobby! 

   I became a bit of a nudist around the house when home alone, often
taking a great deal of time to dress after showering, or slipping out of my
bikini when sunbathing in the back yard to get more of an all-over tan. 
Well, the neighbours were all out, so nobody was going to see!  My hand
often found its way between my legs during these times, there was something
about walking around naked that was intoxicating  -" but nothing made me
hornier than being out of my clothes away from the house, in public where I
could at any moment be caught. 

   I tried two or three other naked walks through my neighbourhood.  Always
the same pattern  -" leaving my house with clothes on, getting a certain
distance away and then disrobing on the journey back.  I did become more
daring, though  -" instead of being fully-dressed when I went out, I would
leave in just shorts and a wife-beater, no bra or panties.  With only two
items of clothing to remove I was naked much more quickly and for a much
longer period of time  -" but I managed never to get caught and each time
I'd burst through my front door, collapse breathless and masturbate to a
swift and satisfying orgasm.

   On my fourth attempt, however, things went a little differently.

   As before, I left the house dressed in just running shorts and a
wife-beater.  My nipples were hard with excitement and stood out, visible
through the ribbed grey cotton of my top.  I walked through the empty
neighbourhood and reached my desired location.  This time, I had resolved
to simply remove my clothes entirely at the start and walk the whole
distance completely naked.

   I grasped the hem of my wife beater and lifted it off over my head.  I
threw it on the ground and quickly pulled down my shorts and wiggled out of
them.  I stood there, naked on the street in the sun for a moment, the warm
breeze caressing my bare skin.  I ran a finger lightly over my rock-hard
nipple and down, to brush my smooth, tender slit.  I shivered delightedly,
smiling as I bit my lip.  One day I thought I would try masturbating out on
the street, although I didn't feel brave enough yet.

   I focussed myself, and set off, heading like all the times before in the
direction of my house.

   I skipped along, naked and happy, but didn't dawdle.  The prospect of
being caught was thrilling, but I still feared the actual reality.  Plus, I
really needed to get back and play with myself.

   I arrived in my street and at my own front door with no difficulty and
reached up to my hair to retrieve my key from my hair  -" only to discover
with shock that it wasn't there!  I had a horrible sinking feeling for a
moment, imagining that I had lost my key and would have to spend time
retracing my steps until I found it.  But then I realised the simple truth
-" I hadn't ever taken my key out of the pocket of my shorts, meaning it
was probably still there, back where I had discarded my clothing.  All I
had to do was return to my discarded clothes and I could pick it up, get
dressed again and then walk home.

   I was more cautious walking back than I had been getting home  -"
nervous and jumpy.  It was getting later in the day and I was conscious
that some people may come home or at least be out and about on their lunch
breaks from work.  I found being naked in public exciting, but I didn't
want to land myself in trouble because I had fancied some kinky fun.

   Fortunately, it was still quiet when I arrived back at my clothes.  I
picked up my shorts and dipped my hand into the pocket  -" my key was
there!

   I went to pull my shorts back on, and paused.  Why should I?  One more
naked trip through the neighbourhood wouldn't hurt.  It was still quiet
enough, and nobody would see me if I moved quickly.

   Leaving my discarded clothes back on the ground, I walked quickly away
and back in the direction of home.

   I was just turning into one of the streets on my block when I saw the
car.  It was honestly the first moving vehicle I had seen on my naked
walks, and I froze in panic.  There was no way I could take cover before
the driver saw me if they came in this direction, and my whole adventure
could be ruined!

   Fortunately, when they were still far enough away that I could tell
myself they hadn't seen me (or at least, hadn't been able to see I was
naked), they turned off into a distant side road.  My heart, which had been
pounding, gradually calmed down, but I didn't dilly-dally and made my way
back home.

   I was almost to my house, literally 10 meters from my driveway, when I
heard the sound of an engine behind me.  I again panicked, and did what
seemed, at the time, to be the only sensible thing  -" I dived behind a
nearby bush, crouched down and hid.

   I watched as the car pulled up to the sidewalk.  It was the same car
that I had seen a few moments ago, I was certain of that.  A sporty silver
Lexus.  The car came to a stop, and a window rolled down.  I was so scared
now.  They had obviously seen me, and I'd foolishly chosen to hide rather
than running for it.  Any pleasure or excitement I had felt at being naked
outside was replaced by fear, fear of getting into trouble, of having to
explain to my parents why I was running around the neighbourhood in broad
daylight with no clothes on.  I huddled down, hugging myself and hoping
they would go away.

   "Kendra?" called a woman's voice from the car.  "Kendra Wilson?"

   A chill ran through me.  The woman knew me!  She hadn't just seen me
running around naked, she knew who I was!  Desperately, I tried to place
her voice.  She wasn't someone from school, or one of my parents'
friends... Then I realised.  The voice was that of Melissa Sanders. 
Melissa was a woman who lived down the street from us.  She was about 15
years older than me  -" in her early to mid-thirties.  Her parents had
owned the house she lived in, but they had both passed away and Melissa had
inherited.  I'd always known her to say "hi" to but our family and theirs
had never been particularly close, but she was always friendly towards me.
That it was her who had caught me was some consolation, at least  -" she
might not be so likely to tell my parents what I'd been up to.

   "Kendra?" she called again.  "Kendra, I can see you.  I can see you
hiding there, and I know you don't have any clothes on." Her tone wasn't
unfriendly  -" she was more amused than anything else.  "You can come out."

   I didn't budge. 

   "Don't be silly," Melissa continued.  "I've seen everything already. 
Why don't you stand up?"

   I took a deep breath.  Why not?  Like she said, she'd already seen
everything.  And truth be told it was getting rather uncomfortable hiding
behind that bush.

   Slowly, I stood up, a "you got me" smile on my face.  I covered myself
with my arms, then gave up, feeling awkward, and let them hang by my side.
It seemed dumb to want to hide my breasts or pussy from another woman.

   "Very nice," Melissa called from the car.  I blushed a little, enjoying
the compliment.  I'd always liked the positive reactions my body received
from men, and now I was getting a similar reaction from a woman, I found I
appreciated that too.

   "Come over here," Melissa called to me.  I hesitated, still wary of my
own nakedness despite Melissa's positive reaction.  "Don't be silly," she
repeated.  "Come over to the car.  I won't bite  -" promise!"

   Looking around to make sure nobody else was in the street, I stepped
onto the sidewalk and walked quickly over to the car.  I suddenly felt very
vulnerable.  But when I got close enough to the car to look down through
the window, I gasped in shock and surprise.

   Sitting in her car, Melissa was as naked as I was!

   She didn't have a stitch of clothing on her, and I could see everything.
I could see every inch of her bronzed body.  I could see her round, full
breasts, much larger than mine, her erect nipples and goosebump-textured
areolas.  I could see her flat, toned stomach, and shapely thighs.  I could
see her pubic hair, brown like the hair on her head, shaved and trimmed
into a fine strip, ending abruptly in smoothness just at the point where
her mound divided into her two lips.  She had her legs parted slightly  -"
whether from comfort or just from driving  -" and I could see the shiny
pinkness of her slit, the hint of her inner labia between the smooth outer
lips.

   I was lost in the sight of her for a minute, and could only stand,
speechless  -" until my gaze travelled away from her body for a moment  -"
away, and towards her hand.  Her hand, which was holding a cellphone, her
finger pressing the button to take a picture.  My picture.

   She grinned, and turned the phone to show me.  There I saw myself,
captured forever in her phone's memory  -" stark naked on what was clearly
my suburban street, stood gawking at the camera, nothing covered,
everything on display.

   I flushed, embarrassed, confused and furious.

   "What the?!" I exclaimed.

   "Sorry," Melissa replied.  "I just wanted to get something so I could
make sure you'd do as you're told."

   I was dumbfounded  -" what did she mean?

   "After all," she continued, her tone sweet and a little mocking, "you
wouldn't want this picture to find its way to your mom and dad now, would
you?"

   I couldn't believe it!  Here was my neighbour, for some reason driving
around completely naked, and she had just taken my picture so she could
blackmail me with a threat to tell my parents about me doing something that
was not a million miles away from what she herself was doing?  This was
nuts!



   I thought on my feet.  I'm quick when I have to be!

   "If you show them that picture," I replied, "I'll tell them exactly what
you were wearing when you took it!"

   Melissa chuckled.  "I'm sure you would," she answered, "and I'm sure it
would be a little bit embarrassing for me the next time I saw your mom or
dad around the neighbourhood.  But that's if they believed you, of
course... it's not as though you would have any photographic evidence to
back it up.  And remember, I'm an adult, Kendra  -" there's nobody you can
tell about me doing this that would get me into anything like the trouble I
could get you into..."

   Rats!  She'd got me there.  It's true, the best I could hope for was to
say "she was naked too," which, on reflection, probably wouldn't be much
help to me in explaining what I was doing on the street in broad daylight
with no clothes on.

   "You got me there," I said.  I was a little bit mad, but truth was,
Melissa never struck me as a mean person and so I thought I still had a
good chance of her keeping the secret, if I played along.  "What can I give
you to get that photo deleted?"

   "Just your time, honey," Melissa replied with a smile.  "Get in."

   "Huh?"

   "Get in the car," she elaborated.  "I want you to come with me, right
now, just as you are  -" as we both are, in fact.  If you come with me and
agree to do what I say today, I'll delete the picture tonight." 

   "Where are we going?" I asked.  "What is it you want me to do?"

   "I'll explain when we get there.  Truth is, I'm not sure yet  -" but I
have a few ideas..." 

   I was a little worried by that.  But Melissa's smile was genuine and
despite the fact she was blackmailing me, I felt strangely reassured.

   I also didn't want to be out on the street naked any more than I had to
be.  I opened the passenger door, and slid into the car.

   It felt incredibly strange to be sitting naked in that car.  I could
feel the upholstery of the car seat against by bare skin, warm where the
sun had heated it through the windshield.  I put on my seatbelt  -" it was
uncomfortable, passing between my naked breasts, the stiff edge of the belt
digging into the skin of my chest.  Melissa put the car into drive, and
away we went.

   As we drove, we talked.  I didn't ask questions about what she had
planned for me  -" not because I wasn't concerned, quite the opposite in
fact.  But there were other, bigger questions that needed answering. 

   The main one being...

   "So why are you driving around naked?"

   "I could certainly ask the same of you," Melissa replied, laughing. 
"Well, not the driving part!  But the naked part, at least."

   "I..." I paused for a minute, trying to think of how to describe what I
had been feeling the past few days.  "It was just fun, you know?  It felt
good.  It was weird and fun and naughty and different and I got a kick out
of it."

   "How many times have you walked in public naked like this now?" Melissa
asked.

   "Four," I answered.

   Melissa laughed.  "Nice!  I saw you the other day, but I didn't know if
you'd done it any other times.  Well done you!"

   "You saw me before?"

   "Yes.  You were a long way off though.  I didn't catch up with you
before you got home, you were almost at your house when I spotted you."

   "Oh, right...  is that why you're naked now too?" I asked.  "Because you
saw me doing it?"

   Melissa laughed.  "Oh no!  Not at all honey!  I've been doing this a
long time now.  Probably for all the same reasons you do it, though."

   "So how come you're driving around naked now then?  Where are your
clothes?"

   "Back at my office," she admitted.  "You know where I work?  Johnson's?"

   I hadn't known, just that she worked in an office.

   "Well," she continued, "I have my own office there, right by the
elevator which goes right down to the parking lot.  There are a lot of days
when the office is almost empty, and on most of those there is nobody in my
part of the building at all.  Nearly everyone there takes their lunch later
than me, and nobody else ever seems to leave the building.  So quite often
I will be by myself all day.  I find it quite fun to lock the door of my
office, take off all my clothes and work in the nude.  And sometimes, when
I am feeling especially brave, I will leave my office without getting
dressed, go to the elevator, go down to the parking lot, get in my car and
go for a little naked drive!

   "So, when I saw you walking the street in your birthday suit, skipping
along happily, I knew you were a girl after my own heart!  To me, there is
nothing more exciting than being completely naked somewhere that I
shouldn't be, in danger at any moment of being caught and exposed, and
having everybody see everything I've got to show.  Wouldn't you say the
same?"

   I had to admit that I agreed with her, and that right now I was very
much enjoying myself.  Part of that, definitely, was that I was currently
naked passenger in a car that had now left the suburbs behind and was
heading into more traffic-heavy, busy areas (I hunched down a little in my
seat but I knew from being outside the car and seeing in that high sides
and tinted glass in the windows meant that someone would have to be looking
pretty carefully to realise both the driver and passenger of the car were
naked women).  But another part of that was also down to the company. 
Melissa was warm, friendly, fun and, despite being maybe 15 years older
than me, looked absolutely gorgeous.  She had a naturally curvy figure  -"
full breasts and rounded hips  -" but she also clearly worked hard at her
appearance, with fat being scarce on her stomach and thighs and toned
muscles visible when she moved her arms.  Her brunette hair was long but
pinned up and she wore gold earrings and a large pair of sunglasses to
shield her eyes from the bright day.  To be naked, with only a few inches
of space between us, and her as naked as me, was really something else.  I
wasn't certain but I thought from the way she would look at me (when her
eyes weren't on the road) she was enjoying my nakedness too.

   I'd never been intimate with another woman before.  Sure, when drunk at
parties girl friends and I had made out, mostly to encourage boys to give
us more drinks.  But I'd only ever experienced sexual arousal alone or in
the presence of men.  But right now, despite the fact neither of us were
touching, I felt our shared nudity was something intimate, and enticing,
and very appealing.

   We chatted away comfortably, openly expressing our enjoyment of nudity
and covering a variety of other topics, until finally it seemed pertinent
for me to ask: where were we going?

   "It's lunchtime," Melissa answered, "we're going to get lunch."

   Sure enough, moments later we arrived at a Burger King.

   "Want to get drive-thru?" Melissa asked, turning to me with a wicked
grin.

   I grinned back.  I had seen videos on the internet where women had gone
through drive-thrus naked or topless, and that seemed like fun.  If that
was all the Melissa had planned for me, I felt quite relieved.

   When we got closer to the restaurant, though, we could see that there
was quite a line of cars stretching away from the drive-thru lane.

   "Gosh darn it," Melissa exclaimed when she saw the line.  "I really
don't wanna have to wait, I'm so hungry right now." And she pulled the car
away from the drive-thru lane and into the (comparatively empty) restaurant
parking lot.

   I started to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

   "Melissa?" I began.  "What are we doing?"

   She parked the car, quite far from the restaurant entrance, then turned
to me.  Her grin, if anything, was even more wicked.

   "I've just decided what you're going to do to earn me deleting that
photo," she said.

   "Melissa, no..." I groaned.  I had an idea what was coming.

   Melissa just laughed.  "Yes," she said.  "I want you to go into the
restaurant and get our orders."

   I refused, of course.  I crossed my arms and pouted and told Melissa
point blank that there was no way I was going to walk naked into Burger
King and buy food.  No way at all I was going to do that.  Nuh-uh.

   Until Melissa reminded me of the picture she'd taken.  As she put it, I
could either be seen naked by a bunch of strangers  -" or by my parents. 
When it came down to it, I had a bad choice either way, but I chose to go
with the one that would be over and done with the quickest  -" I was going
to go into Burger King with no clothes on.

   My legs were already wobbling as I got out of the car and began to walk
across the parking lot.  I had never felt so exposed in all my life.  I had
one arm across my breasts, trying to cover my nipples, while my other hand
was flat on my crotch, to keep some modesty by hiding my smooth shaven
private parts from view.  But there was no doubting the fact that I was
completely naked in a public place.

   A few customers inside the restaurant had already noticed me by the time
I got close to the building.  It had big, wide windows and I was clearly
visible to them as I crossed the parking lot.  Some simply stared at me,
but others (though I could not yet hear them) were definitely pointing,
laughing and calling others to the window to see the naked girl walking
briskly towards them.  So by the time I reached the door of the Burger
King, I had pretty much guaranteed myself an audience.

   I pushed open the door and stepped into the restaurant.  Outside it was
a warm day  -" inside, my bare skin registered the change to cool,
air-conditioned temperatures.

   With not even glass between me and the other people in the restaurant I
felt more exposed than ever  -" surrounded on all sides by fully-dressed
people, the sensation of being naked was scary and overwhelming. 

   Of course, by now more or less everyone in the restaurant had noticed
me. My head was swimming, so I couldn't really make out what some of the
guys were saying to me  -" but it seemed to be supposed to be complimentary
(when in fact it was probably actually quite offensive).

   I stood there, unable to move, one arm folded across my chest to cover
my nipples, my other hand pressed against myself between my legs.  It was
poor coverage  -" for one thing, my entire naked butt was on display, a
fact some guys had realised as they walked around the edge of the dining
area in the restaurant to get a better view of me.

   Of course, getting a view of me was not all they were doing.  The male
restaurant customers were whooping and hollering it up, delighted that a
naked woman had wandered into their otherwise unremarkable lunch venue. 
There were shouts of "hey baby" and "hey sexy mama", as well as some much
more explicit statements about parts of my anatomy (even the parts
currently hidden by my hands).  Meanwhile other patrons, mostly women, were
expressing shock and surprise of their own.  Mothers covered or averted
their kids' eyes (which somehow offended me more than the catcalls from men
 -" what was there about my naked body that made it unsuitable for the eyes
of children?), high-school girls laughed, or glowered (if they were with
their boyfriends and felt they were suddenly paying me more attention than
they liked).

   I blushed furiously, lowering my eyes to the ground.  I felt dizzy and
sick, and the world was spinning around me.  I was totally naked, in front
of all of these people, with no explanation, no excuse.  I'd gone
"streaking" around my neighbourhood and ended up in over my head.  Instead
of going home and masturbating happily in private, I had found myself by
some amazing coincidence the unwilling puppet of my neighbour, who for some
reason was as naked as I was, but safe in the comfort of her car.

   I gritted my teeth.  Deep breaths, Kendra.  Just get through this. 
Order the food and get out.

   I took one, two, three unsteady steps forward.  Then I stopped.

   In the swimming, blurred crowd ahead, a familiar face stood out for me.
His name was Mark.  We'd gone to High School together.  He had been so
cool, I'd harboured a huge crush on him, even when I was dating other guys.
He'd never even noticed me, of course.  But I'd always hoped he would.

   Well, he noticed me now.  He was staring, his burger held half-way to
his open mouth.  There was no doubting he recognised me.

   My face felt hot with blushing.  Panic gripped me.  He recognised me. 
He knew me, he knew people who knew me.  Everyone was going to find out
eventually that Kendra Wilson had walked into Burger King stark naked, I
was never going to be allowed to forget it, never going to live down the
shame.

   Thoughts of fulfilling the dare, of complying with Melissa's wishes and
getting her to delete my photo, vanished in an instance.  Wild panic
replaced embarrassment and modesty.  My arms dropped  -" giving the
restaurant customers a full, uninterrupted view of my body  -" and then I
turned and bolted.

   I ran through the door, back across the parking lot, until I reached
Melissa's car.  I flung open the passenger door, threw myself in, and
slammed it behind me.  For a moment I was breathless, motionless, and
silent  -" then Melissa turned to me and asked, "what happened?" and in
response I burst into tears.

   I blubbed and sobbed, real ugly-girl crying.  I guess Melissa had
planned to scold me for returning without the burgers  -" she had this
whole kind of kinky dominatrix thing going on with ordering me about, I
realised that now  -" but once she saw how upset I was I think that act
went out of the window, and was replaced by genuine concern.

   Concern, but also a sense of self preservation.  People who had watched
me run from the restaurant had seen me get into Melissa's car, and even now
a few had stepped outside the restaurant and were walking over.  If they
got close to the car they would see Melissa was also naked, and she had no
wish to be caught driving nude with a hysterical naked teenager in the
passenger seat.

   Quickly she backed the car out of the parking space, put it in drive and
sped out of the Burger King parking lot.  She was only on the road for
perhaps 30 seconds before she spied another, emptier, lot at the back of
some buildings, and pulled in.  She stopped the car, turned off the
ignition, and then unbuckled her seatbelt and threw her arms around me.

   I buried my face in her bare shoulder, and sobbed away.  I could feel
the warmth and soft smoothness of her bare skin against my own.  She felt
wonderful and smelled even better, and she stroked my hair and soothed me.
Gradually, I stopped crying and lifted my face from her shoulder.  I sat
back, apart from her embrace.

   "Look at that," she said, "you've gone and gotten me all wet."

   I looked first at her shoulder, where my tears had fallen  -" then my
gaze travelled down her body, to settle on her naked crotch.  For a moment
she said and did nothing, then she followed my eyes down to look at herself
 -" and we both burst out laughing!

   "I'm sorry!" she said between helpless laughter.  "That wasn't what I
meant!  Poor choice of words!"

   I just grinned.  "Now I don't know whether to be disappointed?"

   She laughed again.  "OK, scratch this conversation, time to start over.
What happened back there?"

   I explained everything, a gush of words pouring forth as I described all
the feelings I'd had, how overwhelmed being nude in front of all those
people had been  -" and how I'd seen, and been seen by, someone I knew. 
Surprisingly, now I was away from the moment, I didn't feel any negativity
around what had happened  -" a little residual embarrassment, but no fear,
no panic, and no remorse or regret either.

   Melissa listened attentively.  She occasionally bit her lip  -" I
suppose it could have been sympathetic, but as an expression it seemed more
to me to be an attempt to suppress some feeling of arousal.  Her nipples
were standing to attention and she made no move to cover them; I got the
sense that some aspects of my story, if not all of them, were turning her
on.

   But if she was excited by my account, she was at least considerate
enough to show only sympathy, rather than excitement.  Or anger.  I suppose
I had been afraid that she would be cross with me for not completing her
instructions, for running from the restaurant rather than ordering food. 
I'd been a disobedient naked servant, and I had half expected to be
punished  -" but it seemed like her game was postponed, at least for a
short while, so she could make sure that I was OK.

   "I'm sorry," she said when I was finished.  "I shouldn't have put you
into that situation.  You're so new to this, but you were radiating so much
self-confidence that I almost forgot that.  I asked you to go from, well,
not zero but about 12 , to 100 straight away."

   "It's OK," I said, and I meant it.  In truth, when I thought back I felt
proud of what I had done.  It was really an extension of what I'd been
doing anyway.  Exhibitionism.  Exposing my naked body in public because it
excited me to do so.  True, I wouldn't have chosen of my own accord to do
it the way I had, but with Melissa's urging I'd done a real "bucket list"
thing.  Despite how I had freaked out, I felt pleased she'd made me do it.

   Melissa, though, remained contrite.  "It's not OK," she said.  "I'm so
thoughtless.  I had seen you out in the neighbourhood all naked, and rather
than embrace you as a kindred spirit I tried to take advantage of you,
tried to blackmail you into doing something I wasn't brave enough to do
myself."

   "What?" I was surprised.  Melissa, naked in her car, had seemed to me so
self-assured that I had assumed that picking up hamburgers naked was a
thing she did all the time.  I said as much.

   "No," she shook her head, smiling but, for the first time today,
actually seeming a little embarrassed.  "I always fantasised about doing
it, but never had the nerve.  This sort of exhibitionism always gets me
going  -" but as soon as I get to the point of actually doing it, I chicken
out When I saw you, I hatched a plan because I figured if I wasn't going to
do it myself, the next best thing would be to get a goddamn gorgeous girl
like you to do it for me.."

   "So you're not the big brave lady exhibitionist?" I asked, not unkindly.

   "Well, I wouldn't say that," she said.  "I've been exposing myself in
all sorts of ways since I was way younger than you are now.  I'm certainly
not the shy and retiring type.  But full on, naked-in-public scenarios like
that?  It's always been the dream, but I never made it reality..."

   I asked Melissa about her history as an exhibitionist.  I was coming
around rapidly to the idea that that was what I was, and I was interested
to know what she'd done.  As she sat in front of me, nude and perfect,
describing some of the flashing, exposing and streaking she'd done in her
life, as she talked about how she'd shown her body to family, to friends
and to strangers, I found myself imagining what it must have been like,
picturing myself in those situations.  My pulse quickened, my nipples
hardened, and a knot of tension began to form inside me, between my legs.
Melissa's stories were funny and interesting but they were also damn sexy,
and hearing them was arousing me like nothing else.

   "Look at us," I said.  "Are you as turned on as I am right now?"

   Melissa gasped for a second.  "Are you always this upfront?  I thought
girls your age were all innocent!" she laughed.

   I smiled.  "I'm 19, and I'm no shrinking violet!  Besides, it's not like
either of us is in a state where we can hide it.  We're both naked, in case
you forgot."

   "How could I?" she grinned.  "And yes, since there's no point hiding it,
yes, I am incredibly turned on right now and to be honest I've been riding
that wave since the moment you parked that beautiful bare butt of yours in
my car."

   "Well then," I said after a moment, "let's use that."

   "What do you mean?" she asked. 

   "Well," I continued.  "I think I've got one up on you at the moment. 
And it's something you did always want to do, you said yourself.  And we
haven't had any lunch yet..."

    -"

   We walked across the parking lot towards the Burger King restaurant.  We
were hand in hand, Melissa and I.  Our free hands hung loose at our sides 
-" we weren't covering anything.  We were letting everyone see every inch
of our nakedness.

   To say we felt nervous was an understatement  -" every fibre in my body
was telling me to turn and run  -" but what was pushing us forward was an
excitement greater than any fear we felt.

   We walked into the restaurant and the reaction again was much as it had
been before.  We'd sat talking for almost an hour, so this was most likely
a different set of customers to the ones who had seen me walk in naked
before, but the effect we had was exactly the same.  This time though, I
didn't feel embarrassment, or like I wanted to dive in a hole and hide. 
Instead I just turned to Melissa, and we grinned at each other.

   We walked hand-in-hand up the aisle of the restaurant to the counter. 
The guy behind the counter was young, black and cute, and he grinned
broadly as we approached.  "What can I get you lovely ladies today?" he
asked.

   We leaned against the counter  -" it came up to above our waists, and I
felt cold plastic-coated wood press against my bare thighs and belly  -"
while we decided what to order.  Melissa slipped an arm around my waist,
resting it there, lightly, just above my butt, hand curved around my hip. I
didn't mind.

   In the end, we stuck to milkshakes.  With real sadness the server
stepped back from the counter to fix them for us  -" although he kept
looking back over his shoulder at us while he did so.  Staff in the
kitchens kept peering round the brushed metal cookers and machines to catch
a glimpse of us, and as we stood and waited for our 'shakes, customers
approached us.  Mostly male, the offered compliments (both clean and, well,
not-so-clean!) on our bodies and asked (or didn't bother to ask) to take
our picture on their camera phones.  Well, how could we stop them?  We just
went with it, holding on to each other for safety, beaming grins of
excitement. 

   One young woman approached and asked what was, of course, a reasonable
question  -" why were we naked?

   "Hot day," Melissa replied without further elaboration.

   "Not the only hot thing here," I murmured, low so only she could hear
it. We both dissolved again into giggles.

   Our milkshakes fixed, and paid for, we beat a hasty retreat out of the
restaurant.  Not all the patrons had been so welcoming  -" some of the guys
approaching us, seeing our willingness to indulge their catcalls and
requests for pictures (including some taken with us, rather than just of
us), had begun to get a little handsy, and many of the other customers were
actively hostile, expressing vocally their opinions on how what we were
doing was "disgusting", how we were "whores" and "sluts" and "disgraceful"
to be parading nude in a "family place." Some killjoy had probably called
the cops already, so we had no intention of staying any longer than we had
to, and we headed briskly back to the car and drove away.

   I don't think either of us spoke about what we'd done, or what we were
going to do next.  We simply drove, decisively, back towards our
neighbourhood.  I felt as though I was going to explode  -" the tension of
my arousal was incredible.  I'd never been so turned on in all my life, the
memory of being naked in front of all those people and the reality of
seeing Melissa's nude body as she sat beside me in the car were almost too
much to bear.

   We screeched to a halt in Melissa's driveway and wordlessly we both
scrambled from the car and dashed towards her house.  She was eager, she
fumbled the key in the lock, but after what felt like an eternity the front
door was open and we bundled inside, kicking the door closed behind us.

   Instantly she pinned me against the wall, and I kissed her, full and
passionate on the mouth.  We embraced hungrily, tongues writhing together,
her hands around my wrists, holding me motionless, as if she feared I would
run; but she needn't have worried.  While I had plenty of experience with
guys, I'd never gone further than kissing another woman before  -"
certainly never been locked in a passionate, naked embrace with one before
-" but I was decided in my desire.  I was aroused, I longed to be touched
and caressed  -" Melissa was more than willing to accommodate and, indeed,
shared my wants.  I had no intention of doing anything other than going to
bed with her.

   Perhaps sensing this, she allowed my hands to go free, and I responded
by wrapping my arms around her, grabbing her bare butt (how lovely it felt)
and pulling her closer to me, before our mouths came together for another
kiss.

   She broke free for a moment, to look me in the eyes and, smiling, said
the first words she had said since we left the restaurant  -" a one work
question: "bed?"

   I nodded.  "Bed."

   We raced up the stairs  -" Melissa first, me following (and ogling her
perfectly-toned bare butt).  Like a naked tornado we burst into the bedroom
(it was untidy  -" she'd obviously not planned on having company today) and
fell upon the bed  -" and upon each other.  In most of my previous
experiences of lovemaking, there was an element of undressing involved as
part of the foreplay  -" that little mystery being unlocked as you
gradually uncover more of your partner's body.  Here, there was none of
that  -" Melissa and I had been naked together the entire time we had been
in each other's company today.  Instead, what was new and exciting and
mysterious was the sensation  -" the touch and taste of one another's skin.
We were giving in to desires we had, I realised, both been suppressing for
the past few hours.  When I had gotten into Melissa's car and seen she was
as naked as I was, I should have understood then and there that we would
end up in bed together by the end of the day.  We had both wanted it  -"
all it took was the realisation that the other wanted it too.

   We kissed, passionately, on our lips and all over our bodies.  I took
one of her nipples lightly between my teeth  -" she let out a little squeal
of delight.  She caressed my breasts, running her own tongue around the
puckered areolas, smiling as I gasped in pleasure at the sensation.  She
rolled me over, one knee between my legs.  I pushed up, pressing my sex
against her thigh, feeling her in turn press herself against me.  We ground
together, kissing, caressing, breathing hard.  She kissed my neck,
breathily whispering in my ear; "have you ever done this before?"

   I shook my head, smiling.  "With a woman?  No," I gasped.  "But I'm
pretty sure I can figure it out..."

   My pussy ached with desire.  I pushed harder against Melissa's thigh,
leaving a smear of wetness on her skin.  She separated from me, reached
down with her hand, and ran her fingers around the moist, smooth fold of my
cunt. 

   "Show me how you like it," she said.  I took her eager hand in mine,
separating off the index and middle fingers.  She held them rigid  -"
taking them by the base I ran them along my smooth, silky lips, letting her
feel the wetness she had helped to cause, before sliding her fingers
between them and dragging them, moistened, up, to press her fingertips on
my swollen and throbbing clit.  I moaned at the touch, and Melissa smiled.
I moved the fingers up and down, showing her how I liked to pleasure
myself, and then drew away my hand, returning again to caress her nude form
as she masturbated me.

   Her touch was incredible.  All day I had been aroused and unable to
satisfy my need to pleasure myself  -" now, freed from suppression, I
gushed, moaning softly and happily.  I could feel myself approaching the
beginning of an orgasm but there was better yet to come, as Melissa drew
away her hand.  Kneeling in front of me on the bed she drew my knees wide
apart with her hands, then leant forward between them, planting a series of
light, delightful little kisses on my breasts, then my belly, then down to
kiss my inner thighs before, oh my God yes, her mouth found its way to my
cunt.  She buried her face in my wetness, her tongue lapping at my lips and
eagerly finding my clit.  She lapped at me, licking me up and down, pushing
the tip of her tongue into me  -" it felt incredible.  I'd had guys do this
to me but never as well as Melissa was doing it  -" and I'd never wanted
anyone to do it as much as I did her.

   I pushed against her, lifting up from the bed.  I came suddenly, an
explosion within me, causing me to moan and almost scream with the
incredible release.  I bucked and thrashed in the throes of orgasm but
Melissa wasn't finished, as I fell back into the subsiding waves of
pleasure she continued to lick and kiss, softer now but if anything more
intense, bringing me back until moments later I came again, crying louder
this time, breathless nonsense until I was dizzy and tingling.

   Melissa drew herself up, pressing her naked body to mine as I lay,
nearly stunned, on the bed.  She stroked my hair, pushing stray strands
back from where sweat had plastered them to my forehead, and kissed me.  I
tasted myself on her lips and tongue.

   "OK," she said after the kiss, smiling, "your turn now."

   What more is there to tell?  I more than returned the favour to Melissa
-" drunk on her taste and her scent I ate her out until she came and then
pushed my head away, laughing and gasping, her orgasm continuing even
without my touch.  We made love for much of the rest of the day until,
finally spent, we lay under the covers of her bed, nude and wrapped in each
others' arms, sleepy from our exertions.

   "What shall we do now?" Melissa asked drowsily.

   At first I didn't answer.  "Well, you know something?" I said at last.

   "What?" came her reply.

   "I still don't have any clothes with me..."