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 ï>¿Becoming A Nude In Public Model by skkta

   A girl has a very naked and very public photoshoot adventure.

   Chapter 1

   Veronica couldn't sleep.  She rolled over to check her phone one more
time and saw it say 4:00 AM.  As far as she knew, she hadn't actually
fallen asleep since she rolled into bed around midnight.  She never slept
that well anyway, but she knew that in this case, it really was nerves
about the trip she was about to take.  She had a flight the next afternoon
to Germany to go on an adventure that she had been looking forward to for
weeks, but now terrified her as it drew near.  In a little less than 48
hours, Veronica was going to be taking a walk through the city center of
Dresden on a busy Friday afternoon.  The important, and scary part, was
that she would be taking that walk without any clothes on.

   Some background for how Veronica ended up in this situation: she was a
25-year-old American girl who felt like she was stuck in a boring life that
she didn't ask for.  She graduated college with an ok but not great GPA and
a journalism degree, but struggled to get a job in her field.  She ended up
working as a waitress and then bartender at an obnoxious club in San Diego.
It was supposed to just be a temporary job until she found something
better, but now it had been nearly 4 years and nothing had changed. 
Bartending brought in just enough money to survive, but she definitely
didn't have the kind of savings she should have.

   Ideas for supplementary income frequently crossed her mind, but work
kept her busy enough that she couldn't really try anything.

   She was just as stuck in her personal life.  She had been long single,
except for a couple of casual partners that didn't mean much to her.  She
was constantly hit on while at work, but it didn't lead to anything, mostly
because she didn't want it to.  Family was far away and she plenty had
friends, but none that were really close and meaningful.  She had both
introvert and extrovert tendencies, which made it hard for relationships to
develop and stick.  Work drained her energy, so when she was free, she
liked to have her nights at home, alone.  At least she was surrounded by
customers and coworkers while she was bartending.  She actually enjoyed
bartending in a way.  It wasn't what she wanted long term, but it was fun
enough for now.  Since she wasn't that attached to her life in San Diego,
she frequently considered just leaving it all and starting over somewhere
else.  But she wasn't actually brave enough to do something that crazy.  So
she just kept on going to work day after day and trying to get by.

   The other important thing to know about Veronica was her particular
kink. That's what really got her into this situation.  Veronica loved the
idea of exhibitionism and voyeur.  She was no prude in any definition of
the word.  Actually, she'd call herself totally sex positive.  She had no
problem with porn, frequently enjoying it herself.  She slept around in
college and enjoyed wearing revealing clothing to frat parties.  That
continued for a time in her adult life before the job took over her time
and energy.  The bar she worked at actually required her to wear a pretty
revealing uniform, with very short spandex shorts and a deep cut top. 
Being honest with herself, that uniform and the way she felt in it had kept
her at that job longer than she should have stayed.  But that uniform was
the farthest she had ever gone with her fetish.  She was neither brave
enough or crazy enough to actually try showing off her body in any kind of
unusual setting.  Basically, being briefly naked around the gym locker room
and in front of sexual partners was her only real exhibitionist experience.
But it was good enough.

   The ultimate release of her kink was when she was watching the porn she
loved.  She was initially surprised to find that there was so much content
of naked women in public online, but she was glad to see that so many other
people had the same interests she did.  It made her feel less naughty and
less alone with her kink.  She even used her limited extra cash to
subscribe to one of the big naked in public sites.  Watching those videos
and imagining how the girls felt while being out there so exposed led to
many fantastic orgasms for her.  She frequently wondered how she'd feel in
their place, but couldn't imagine any reality where she was in a situation
even close to that.  So she just enjoyed her porn and kept living her life.

   There really was no obvious reason that she was so turned on by that
fetish, but she loved it.  It inspired a complex assortment of emotions
when she watched it or thought about it, but in a way it always came down
to power.  She saw those girls walking around with no fear or shame,
totally in control of their actions and commanding total power over the
situation.  Every eye was on them and that was exactly what they wanted. 
And maybe that was what she wanted.  It was a good enough fantasy to get
off to every so often, but just that, a fantasy.

   So Veronica was just an everyday millennial girl who felt directionless
in life and desperate for change, who just happened to have a kink for the
idea of being naked in public.  Soon her life was going to change just like
she wanted.

   The inciting incident for the trip she was about to take happened on a
Wednesday morning without warning.  A text from her boss woke her up,
requesting that she come in early for an all hands-on deck meeting.  At
2:00, she and the rest of her coworkers arrived, all confused about the
subject.  Their boss didn't keep them in suspense.  The club was going to
be closing for a major renovation due to a water damage issue, so they were
all going to temporarily lose their jobs and go on extended furlough.  For
many, including Veronica, that news caused financial panic.

   Technically they were going to keep getting paid part time, but most of
them really relied on the tips to make enough to survive.  Tips could make
up nearly 75% of her income on a good week.  They were told that the club
would be closing in about a month and a half, and then would be closed for
over half a year, so their boss encouraged them to start looking for other
places to pick up some work during the closure.  Without a new job, she'd
be in serious money trouble.

   Veronica started following some leads on other bartending jobs she could
pick up, but then she started to wonder if this incident was an opportunity
to break out of her rut.  Maybe she should use this as an opportunity to
move away and start over.  Or maybe try to get into an entirely new career
if she stayed in San Diego.  She really felt that this was the time to push
herself to try something new.  But at least at first, she just kept looking
for bartending jobs around the city.

   A week or two later, while on one of her porn sessions late at night,
she saw something that gave her pause.  On her favorite site, that one she
subscribed to, she noticed a news post titled "Looking for New Models". 
Without thinking, she clicked, since she read all the news updates on there
anyway.  It said that they were preparing for a busy summer of shooting and
were looking for suggestions for new models they should try to book. 
Modeling was to be paid, travel would be covered, and the dates were
flexible.  It was definitely intended to elicit suggestions of pornstars
and internet models that might be popular to the subscribers.  But the
message also ended with an update about the upcoming model.

   The update gave a bio and sample pic of the model for next month, a
short and skinny blond girl named Angela, who according to the text was a
student and a complete amateur model.  Veronica had always assumed that all
the girls on here were porn models that did stuff like this regularly.  But
the bio said that Angela was completely new to this and just wanted to try
it out because she thought it would be fun.  It said that she was nervous
at first, but then had a great experience and didn't regret it at all.

   She went back to the videos and continued to get off, but that idea of a
completely amateur girl walking around a city fully naked kept coming back
to her.  What kind of girl with a normal life just decides one day that it
would be fun to take off her clothes and walk around Prague, especially
while being filmed for the internet?  It was certifiably insane.  But it
was possible and it had happened and that meant that it could happen again.
She often thought about herself in the place of the girls she watched, but
now it was different.  That idea always went away quickly after she
finished masturbating, when her logical senses overrode her temporary
horniness.  She had one of her best orgasms in a long while that night, and
for the first time, the thrilling idea of walking around naked in public
didn't go away.

   She put the idea aside though and continued to go to work while she
still could.  Now just a couple weeks until she would take a major
financial hit, she didn't have much of a plan.  She heard other bartenders
around her talk about new jobs they had picked up, which just meant that
she was both behind schedule and now there were less available positions
around the city to be filled.  A coworker asked what Veronica planned to
do, and she had no response besides suggesting that maybe she would try
something besides bartending.  She needed a plan.

   While brainstorming ways she could make some extra cash, the invasive
thought crept back in.  Models get paid.  That was all she needed to start
thinking about her exhibitionist porn again, so as soon as she could that
night, Veronica went back to her favorite website.  She went straight to
one of her favorite videos, where an 18-year-old first time model walked
around Prague for nearly half an hour.  It was so sexy to see a girl so in
control and confident.  She wanted to be that confident.  She did something
she had never done before and actually went to google street view to track
the path the model walked.  Seeing the streets for some reason made it
easier to imagine herself in it and she had another fantastic orgasm.

   After getting off, instead of closing the website, she went back to read
the models wanted post again.  She wasn't really sure why, but she was
compelled to at least read it.  Could she really do that, she thought. 
Could she walk around a city in the nude?  Quickly, she decided that was an
insane idea, closed the page, and tried to put it out of her mind.  That
was the responsible response to a crazy thought.

   But like clockwork, the idea came back to her just about every day for
the next week.  Sometimes it subtly slid into her mind in the evening,
sometimes it was much more obvious, like the day that she watched a movie
that had an explicit and extended nude scene.  Each day she thought about
what if she was a nude model, masturbated, and then forced the idea away
for as long as she could.  Also, each day she continued to fail to find a
job alternative.  There was a possibility that she was self-sabotaging
herself to keep the possibility that her subconscious obviously wanted. 
But she justified it as keeping her options open in case she decided to
move somewhere else suddenly for instance.  But she knew what she was
really leading herself to.

   She planned to sit down and figure out her life that next weekend, with
the goal to have a definite decision of what to do finally made.  The
strategy was to put together a pro and con list for the different
directions she was considering and let that lead to the right choice.  The
list for staying in San Diego as a bartender was obvious.  It was safe and
she likely could eventually find a job that kept her afloat, but it would
leave her stuck in the life she didn't really love.  The list for moving to
another city and continuing to bartend came together quickly as well.  The
biggest problem it had was that moving was going to take money she didn't
really have.  And the pros and cons for trying to get into a new career in
the city had its own problems.  The idea of a new career was cool, but she
had no idea how to start and it would likely mean weeks or months before
she was back to a stable income.

   No option was obvious.  So the thought crept back in and she was forced
to actually consider it.  What if she were to be model for her favorite
website?  The pros were that she would make some money that she desperately
needed and she would get to live her exhibitionist fantasy.  The cons were
that it would involve her walking through a city naked and then it being
posted on the internet.

   So could she actually walk through a city with no clothes on?  Her brain
continued to yell that it was insane, but her desires were leading her to
believe she could.  Her logic told her that she could get arrested and put
on the news as the crazy naked American girl.  Or someone she knew could
randomly run into her.  Or a passerby could take a picture of her and put
it on Facebook, leading to her eventually getting caught.  Those would be
disastrous situations.

   But the part of her that really wanted it responded to each complaint.
The website showed that there had been 100+ girls do this exact same thing
over the last few years, and they never seemed to run into legal trouble.
And she never saw any news articles about naked girls getting arrested or
any pictures on social media.  And its not like she knew anyone in Europe.
Plenty of girls had done this before, so why couldn't she?  It would be
totally fine, her increasingly horny-self rationalized.

   For the internet part, she actually felt ok with the idea of porn of her
being online.  It wasn't ideal, but not a deal breaker because of the
particular website.  All the content was behind a subscription, except for
limited previews, so it felt a little safe.  And she thought that the
website was niche enough that someone would have to be looking for it to
find her.  And it wasn't like she had a solid career that this could
derail. She was already a bartender that halfway dressed as a stripper. 
This was just the next step, and it wasn't like she was going to do
hardcore porn that was posted publicly.  She decided that it was safe
enough that she could do it.

   But did she have the actual confidence to do it?  That was the last
thing that blocked her from really considering it.  Sure, she liked the
idea, but it was just an idea, a fantasy to masturbate to late at night. 
There was no way she could be like those girls however much she wanted to
be like those girls.  They were stunningly beautiful and insanely
confident, and she was a mid-twenties bartender who needed cash.  She added
it to the pros and cons list, even though she felt it was impossible, and
took a break, hoping for some clarity later in the evening.

   But instead of clarity, she came back later that night with alcohol. 
Yes she knew that was probably a bad idea but she needed it.  She was
stressed and needed a release that night, so she decided to make a quick
stop at her favorite website to clear her mind and then get back to the
list.  She clicked on another one of her favorite girls, Nicole, a slender
girl with long black hair and a tendency to spread her legs whenever she
sat while walking in public.  She watched and edged for a while, continuing
the session longer than she had planned.  Horny Veronica was back and ready
to take control.  Maybe that's really what she wanted.

   After finishing one video, instead of starting the next, her hand pulled
the cursor down to the bottom of the page, where there was a contact
button. Before she could stop herself, she clicked.  A blank email opened
up.  She stared at it for nearly a minute, deciding what to do.  It wasn't
like an email committed her to doing it.  She rationalized that this was
just information gathering to aid her pros and cons list.  So eventually,
after another drink, she started to write the email that started it all.

   Good evening,

   I saw your news post about looking for new models and I have some
questions.  I'm a 25 year old American girl and I love your website.  I've
thought about it a lot since seeing your call for models, and I think I
might want to model for you.  I still need to find out more and think about
it, so I was just hoping you could tell me about how it would work if I did
it.  What are the logistics?  How much would I get paid?

   Thanks,

   Veronica Bishop

   The words came out quickly and before she could rethink it, she pressed
send.  Knowing what she just did led to a body shaking orgasm when she
continued to masturbate.  She never did get back to her list that night,
but just sending the email counted as enough progress for her, so she went
to bed.

   She woke up with just a bit of a hangover but it cleared up as soon as
she remembered what she did last night.  She was shocked to see a response
email already when she opened up her phone, causing her heart to skip a
beat.  After a moment of hesitation, she opened it and began to read.

   Veronica,

   I am glad to get interest from a subscriber about potentially being a
model.  Our subscribers have been asking for an American girl for a long
while, so I am happy to hear from you.  Here is the info:

    -¢ The typical shoot takes about 2 hours, and produces about an hour of
content

    -¢ Transportation to the city will be covered, as will one-night
lodging before or after the shoot.  A flight from America is more expensive
than normal, but it might be worth it since the subscribers would be so
happy to see you

    -¢ We can negotiate the activities and locations, but the expectation
is full nudity in a fully public setting

    -¢ The pay for the standard shoot is 750 Euro.  Potential for higher
pay for extra shootings or activities.

    -¢ The date is flexible, but we will need to schedule it and plan at
least a month ahead

   Do you have any experience with this Veronica?  Where are you located?
Also, please share with me a photo of you, undressed please.  Be assured
this photo is for me only.

   Looking forward to hearing from you,

   Richard

   She reread the email 2 or 3 times before starting her morning, and then
at least a couple more times in the next few hours.  She honestly didn't
know how to respond, plus the request for a picture added new nervousness
that she was struggling to overcome.  Eventually she started to type a
response.  After half of hour of edits, she read what she ended up with.

   Richard,

   Thank you for the information, it helps me with my decision.  I have to
admit that I am quite nervous at the idea but still find it tempting.

   I don't have any experience with this, I'm a complete amateur.  I'm
located on the west coast of the US.

   A few more questions: I am familiar with what the girls do while
modeling, but could you tell me more about what else happens during the
filming?  Do you ever run into trouble with police?  Or any issues with
girls being harassed?  If I were to do this, I want to make sure that I am
safe.

   Also, I was expecting the pay to be a little bit higher.  What do you
mean about the extra activities?

   I'm not sure I'm comfortable yet with sending a picture.  I need some
time to decide if I want to do this, and then I will.

   Thank you,

   Veronica

   She sent it.  Then she tried to go on with her day, since it was a rare
day off, but all she could do was compulsively check her email.  She knew
that it was unlikely there would be a quick response, since she was
probably emailing with someone in Europe.  It would take a while for the
reply email to come through, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to
constantly think about it.

   At first, there was fear about what she was getting herself into.  But
as the day went on, that emotion was replaced with what felt like the start
of excitement.  Maybe she did want this.  When it was just a fantasy, it
was forbidden and scary.  Now that she was taking a step to making it real,
she was hit with a burst of adrenaline and maybe even a bit of confidence.
Hours and many email checks later, it was the evening.  Eventually she had
managed to calm down enough to get her normal Sunday errands done, but now
post-dinner, it was back in her thoughts.

   With no response, she began to really imagine herself doing it.  She
stood and paced around her apartment while running through how she imagined
it would go.  She imagined herself standing in the middle of a crowd of
people, totally anonymous and alone.  She imagined herself then pulling off
her shirt with no hesitation.  Then slipping down her jeans.  There she was
in just her underwear.  People were starting to stare.  She imagined
looking around at them one last time before unclasping her bra.  And in one
quick move, she slid her panties down and dropped them both.  In her
imagination, someone laughed and pointed at her, another person took a
quick picture.  And then she started to walk, right towards the people
watching her.

   At that moment, Veronica back in her apartment realized that she
undressed in real life along with her imagination.  She was standing there
in her living room completely nude.  She had absolutely been naked in her
apartment plenty of times, but not really while vividly imagining herself
walking around in public.  That realization caused a chill to pass through
her.  She walked to her bedroom where there was a full-length mirror and
examined her body.

   She was hot.  Especially while naked.

   Veronica was 5'-5" and had an average fit body type.  Slim but not too
skinny.  She had long light blonde hair that she often had tied up.  Her B
cup breasts featured small pointy nipples and her boobs sat firm and high.
She was proud of her tits most of all.  Continuing to look down her body,
she examined her lower half.  Currently, she sported a landing strip of
dark hair, but there had been times that she'd gone fully shaved and fully
bushed.  The landing strip was what she preferred though.  Turning, she
looked at her ass.  It wasn't exactly a full ass but it was more than flat.
It was good enough to accentuate the rest of her body.  She lifted it and
dropped it to watch it subtly bounce, following up with a little slap.

   She was totally attractive enough to be a model she thought.  Walking
over to her dresser, she grabbed her phone and opened the camera up. 
Taking nudes was not totally foreign to her, but they mostly were just for
her, so there was some hesitation as she considered the purpose of the
picture she was about to take.  Her nude body was framed in the mirror and
she snapped the picture, smiling right into the camera.  She totally could
do this.  Who wouldn't want to see this body?  Really, it was a good idea
to share her hotness with who ever she could, so the idea of walking around
naked seemed totally obvious to her in that moment.

   Soon she redressed and checked her phone again.  No response.  But she
did look at the picture she just took and decided that it really was a good
nude of her.  Even if she didn't share it, it was a good one to have.  The
question of if she had the confidence to do it was back now that she had
her clothes back on.  It appeared that her indecisiveness had a lot to do
with how sexy she felt and how undressed she was at the moment.

   Suddenly, she had the idea that what she really needed to do was run a
test and see how it felt.  Sure, she couldn't just walk around undressed in
San Diego.  For many reasons.  But there were probably some locations where
she could strategically see how it felt to be naked around other people. 
After a moment of thought, the perfect solution hit her.  Blacks Beach.

   Blacks Beach was a popular clothing optional beach just to the north of
the city.  It was fairly well known and she had even been there once before
with some girlfriends a few years ago, but they didn't go nude.  Now she
could go back by herself and really do it right so she could see how it
felt.  Sure, she wouldn't be the only one there naked, but it was enough
for a start.  She had Tuesday off, so she would go then.  Eventually, she
went to bed, a little earlier than normal.  Subconsciously, she knew it was
so that she could wake up earlier than normal to check her email.

   But she woke again to disappointment.  The anticipation of reply was
terrible.  The longer she wanted, the more she thought about it, making her
simultaneously more nervous and more turned on by the idea.  Before going
into work, she decided to work off some energy at the gym.  Just before she
left, she had a great idea.  This would be a good time and place for some
more practice nudity.  Locker rooms were perfect for that.  So she packed a
bag and headed out.

   She approached the gym with just a hint of nervousness.  People are
always naked in the gym locker room so she told herself that this would be
totally fine.  The difference would just be her thoughts while doing it,
but she hoped that she could push them out.

   After entering the gym and heading to the locker room, she set her bag
down on a bench.  She particularly selected a bench that was farthest away
from the door to the showers and bathroom space.  There were 4 or 5 people
in the space she could see, and maybe a couple more around the corner and
in the showers.

   There wasn't exactly a plan here, so she started by just getting
undressed like normal.  Of course, normal shouldn't really matter in this
situation since it was practice for full public nudity.  This is what she
always did at the gym, she just went a little slower and fumbled around
with her clothes and bag to extend the exposure.  She would exercise first
and then do most of her nudity afterwards when it was shower time.  There
was almost some internal disappointment when she put her workout clothes on
and headed out to the gym.

   An hour later, she returned after a thorough and sweat producing
workout. The whole time, she had been running through scenarios of what to
do when she was back in the locker room, so now was the time to go for it.

   First, she stripped down completely before even opening the locker. 
There were two other women on the row she was at, and she made sure they
got a full view if they chose to look.  She opened the locker and started
to pull her stuff out of her bag to get ready for her shower.  This was
still normal.  However, instead of pulling a towel around her, she remained
nude as she put everything away and locked up the locker.

   She carried the towel as she walked naked towards the shower room,
passing a couple other women in states of undress.  Still totally normal,
though this wasn't something she normally did.  She had seen other women do
it before though.  Entering the shower room, she picked a stall right at
the center.  She showered, briefly, and then dried off with the little
divider curtain open to the public room, so that a couple of women got to
see her.  This was still mostly normal, but starting to push to what she
really wanted to try.  She wrapped the tower around her hair and headed
back to the lockers, taking the long way around to get back to where she
started.  She said hello to the couple of women she passed, letting them
see her fully naked body.  This felt good, but she knew this was nothing
compared to doing this walk in public.

   Back at her locker, it was time to do the more extreme part of what she
planned.  She tossed the towel in with her clothes, grabbed her small
toiletry bag, and immediately locked it up again.  Now she would walk back,
all the way to the bathroom area with the sinks and mirrors, fully exposed.
This was a step up for two reasons.  Though she hadn't used the towel to
cover up, it acted as a bit of protection and a reason to be naked.  Now
that was gone.  And she never saw anyone fully naked in that area of the
locker room, so she would definitely be the only one.  That was what she
wanted.

   She slowly strolled back through the aisles of lockers, passing by
multiple women getting dressed or undressed.  At first, she was a bit
afraid of judgement on why she didn't have a towel, but then reminded
herself that she was definitely going to be judged for doing this in public
if she did it, so she needed to find a way to not care.  She was allowed to
be naked, so she was.  That was all the justification she needed.

   The bathroom area was separated from the lockers with a glass door and
it had another door into the pool area on the other side.  So this was
almost more like a public restroom that she was about to walk into since
there were non-locker room women in there.  Her heart started to race a bit
once the glass door came into view and she saw other people through it. 
They were normally clothed of course.  But she pushed on since she really
wanted to see if she could do this.

   She pushed the door open and started her real exhibitionist journey.

   She was standing naked in what looked like a normal public restroom. 
There was a woman at the sink and it looked like a couple more in the
stalls.  She got a bit of a stare from the first woman, who obviously
wasn't expecting a naked girl in there.  That look sent a chill down
Veronica.  She liked to be looked at.  So she walked straight to an
available sink, said a polite hello to the woman, and started to wash her
hands.  The plan was to stand around for a minute, pretending to be busy.
Another woman in a bikini walked into the restroom from the pool and took
the last sink.  So there was some more skin visible, but she was still the
only showing it all.

   She started to work on her hair and the two women left, leaving her
alone and naked.  Another couple of women walked through in the next minute
or two, and from her view in the mirror, every single one of them saw her
and took a good look at her naked backside.  She felt the greatest she had
felt in a while.  She was the center of attention.  And this was just in a
locker room around other women, how on earth would this feel in public?

   To elevate it, she timed it so that she turned around to face away from
the mirror right when the next couple women entered, giving them the full
frontal view as she pretended to pick up a dropped hairbrush.  It was even
better to see their face and their eyes track up and down her body.  She
was close to enjoying this too much, so it felt like a good time to stop.
She left the bathrooms and walked back to the locker, going slow and
deliberately putting herself in the view of as many women as possible.

   Once the locker was open, she continued the delay of getting dressed,
but knew that she had to do it soon.  But first, one more thing she wanted
to do.  There were mirrors placed around the locker room, one was just a
couple feet away.  She grabbed her phone, walked over, and immediately took
another full body nude.  Another woman nearby definitely saw her do it, but
Veronica was so into this by now that she couldn't care at all.  She smiled
big and took a couple before walking back and starting to get dressed.

   As she left the gym a few minutes later, she felt on top of the world.
She was hot, she liked being naked, she liked people seeing her naked.  So
she absolutely should just agree to go be a model and walk around like that
in a city.  She really felt like she could do it.  But still no email, so
the waiting game continued for at least a little longer.

   It was a busy shift that night at the club, so she didn't get back
around to getting ready for her beach trip the next day until almost 2 AM.
Even to a nudist beach, she had a bag to pack.  Towel, sunscreen, water, a
book, snacks.  She also needed to pick out what she would wear.  Did she
want to wear little and get swiftly naked, or wear more and have to prolong
the undressing on the beach.  Both were tempting, but she decided to wear
more since it was a longer drive there.  So she left the next day in the
mid morning, wearing underwear, a t shirt, and shorts.  A sundress was
packed as well for future use.

   The parking area was a little more full for a Tuesday afternoon than she
expected, but that probably was better for the experience.  The path to the
beach led down a steep and unstable path down a cliff side.  It was
difficult, but manageable.  No one was naked on the path of course, but as
soon as the path opened up the beach, she spotted a couple of naked men
just standing around so that everyone could see them.  That had been her
previous experience here, that the men get naked and show off, and the
women predominately stick with bikinis, maybe some topless.  That time
before, she saw a couple dozen dicks, but maybe 3 women with just bottoms
and only one fully naked woman.  That was going to be her today.

   She just walked past the naked men and turned right to continue down the
beach.  That was the direction of most of the people.  She walked along the
rear of the beach for a couple hundred feet from the path, to an area where
there were more sunbathers set up, but where there was still many people
walking by to get farther down the beach.  She picked a spot, a little ways
away from the closest person, and set down the bag and started to lay out
her towel.  The crowd looked like last time.  Many naked men, laying out or
walking around, and mostly clothed women.

   Once her towel was down, she stood back up and began.  She had
considered going slow, but that wasn't what she would be able to do if she
were to go through with this in public.  So she began to strip, standing
there as people filtered by, some naked and some not.  Her shirt and shorts
came off first, leaving her in underwear that could have passed as a
bikini. She noticed that some of the men nearby were keeping an eye on her,
but pretending not to be watching.  Maybe they assumed that she was
stopping there as she hesitated for just a moment.  Even with this being a
nudist beach with a lot of naked people, there was more of an
exhibitionist/voyeuristic energy here.  People came here to show off and to
watch others.  Just mostly it was men.

   She felt the eyes on her as she reached up to undo the bra.  She swiftly
pulled it off and dropped it.  A couple men laying nearby casually adjusted
themselves to get a better view.  She then slid down her panties and
stepped away fully naked.  For now, she would just lay down and enjoy the
sun, but she had plans for later.  She read some, and she checked her email
some as well.  No response yet.

   As she relaxed, she noticed that just about every man that walked by
took a good look at her and that every woman that walked by remained in a
bikini.  Why were the women so much more reluctant to undress she wondered?
It really did feel great.  The warm air and the sea breeze were amazing
feelings on her naked skin.  It just felt natural and right.  More people
had filled in the area around her as the beach got even busier.  She
decided that meant it was time to take a little walk.  First, she would
just walk down to the water and back.

   Veronica stood up, bring her body to the attention of the people around.
She headed towards the water, which meant she had to walk between a good
amount of people, and then cross the stream of people walking along the
water edge.  That was an exciting prospect as this would be her first naked
walk in a real public place with men and women watching her.  Sure, half of
them were naked too, but it was a good enough introduction.  She maneuvered
herself through the people, only coming face to face with one naked guy who
seemed very happy to see her before reaching the clear area at the water's
edge.  She wanted to touch the water, but wasn't sure if she would really
get in it.  Not many people were in the ocean, this seemed more like a stay
on the beach kind of beach.  She touched it with her foot and impulsively
decided to go all the way in.  She might as well, she was here.  So she
went deeper and spent a few minutes playing in the gentle surf, completely
by herself.  She imagined that her actions meant that more people noticed
her, which was great.

   She felt real joy there in the water, both because of the beach and the
nudity.  This was a freeing moment, unlike anything else she had ever felt.
Everyone should try out a nude beach at some point, she thought.  Soon, she
decided she would head back to her towel and dry off some.  So she needed
to cross the section of people again, but this time she would be walking
towards them, so they would get the full frontal view of her.  And she was
wet and glistening from the ocean, so it really was a great view.  That
realization sent a shiver through her.  She was becoming accustomed to
those moments.  They only happened when she was really pushing herself to
show off in a way she could never have imagined.  But she knew that it was
because she was so turned on by what she was doing, so she enjoyed it.

   She started walking back through the people, watching their reactions
closely.  She could see their eyes on her, and specifically where their
eyes were: her tits and her pussy.  No one even noticed that she was
watching them too.  It was incredible, and could have lasted forever.  Back
at her towel, she laid down again to take another break.  After a minute,
she had an idea though, and subtly spread her legs partially.  She leaned
up as she read, but really just watched the people around her to see who
noticed.  A few men did and she enjoyed how they readjusted themselves to
hide the erections she hoped they had.

   She did not last long at this location.  Now that she had the thrill of
walking, she needed to do it again.  A pair of girls, both with bikinis on,
had set up by her a while ago.  She stood up and approached, asking them if
they could watch her bag.  They agreed, so she was off.  Veronica wanted to
go down to the edge of the ocean, where there was a steady stream of
walkers, and take a good long stroll.  A lot of the videos on the site had
girls walking for 20-30 minutes, sometimes even 45 minutes, so she wanted
to know what it felt like to walk for a while.  So she walked through the
people again, who she was sure enjoyed the sight, and turned right at the
water.  She just casually walked among the people.  She passed many dicks
and many bikinis, but also a couple topless women eventually.  She had worn
her sunglasses this time, so she could better watch the people watch her.
Everyone she noticed gave her body a look, which thrilled her.

   The beach went on for a while, and there were more and more people.  At
one point, a lifeguard truck drove up behind her and passed her, causing a
moment of surprise.  But then she realized that it was just making a patrol
and no one else who was naked showed any reaction.  The truck felt like
part of the normal world, not the nude beach, so she felt stranger being
naked in front of it.  But it was good practice.  She walked for maybe
10-15 minutes one way before turning around and returning to where she
started.  At the far end, where there were less people, she did find a
couple other nude women.  Apparently, they just didn't want to be with the
crowd, which she understood.  She also found her first completely uncovered
erection at that end of the beach.  A guy just walking down to the water
with a full hard dick.  It was a little surprising to see, but she didn't
blame him, she was just about as sexually excited as he was.  That really
made her wonder how more guys there didn't have erections.  She would.  Her
nipples were hard and by this point, she was a little wet between her legs,
but thankfully those reactions didn't stand out as much as a penis.

   While walking back to her towel, she continued her internal debate about
if she should be a nude model.  She obviously loved it and needed the
money. But her nerves still told her she couldn't do it.  Even with this
practice, it wasn't a comparable situation.  Nudity was expected here.  It
would not in the middle of a city.  But there was not really a way that she
could put herself in that situation her in San Diego without potentially
getting in trouble.

   With her towel in sight, she made a quick decision to keep going for a
little longer.  She really liked this and needed it to continue.  Soon, she
was approaching the area where the path down from the cliffs let out, and
saw the naked men standing around.  That gave her an idea about one more
way to push her exposure.  But first, back to the towel, where she laid
down and relaxed for a little longer, because what she wanted to do would
be the last thing she did before leaving.

   An hour later, Veronica decided it was time to leave.  She loved laying
there in the nude and would have stayed all day, but she really wanted to
do this next thing soon.  She stood up and packed her bag.  But she did not
redress.  She would not be doing that until she made it back up to the top
of the cliff.  She walked back towards the path, fully naked except her
bag, passing many naked guys that watched her every step.  The path end was
in sight, and she took a deep breath as she approached.  In this area, most
everyone was clothed, and she was walking right into it.

   She reached the naked men, and looked up the path, seeing a couple
people on it going in each direction.  While it appeared that you were not
supposed to be naked there, it was a path to a nude beach, so anyone on it
must have an expectation to see nudity.  So she felt ok about trying this
out, especially since it meant a safe location where she could be the only
one naked.

   After another look around, she started up, immediately passing a couple
of clothed walkers who had a bit of a shocked reaction to her nudity.  That
was exactly what she needed.  She kept going.  It was a harder climb up
than it had been down, which meant she had to stop for breaks every so
often.  That was ok though, since that meant more people passed by her. 
All had some level of surprise.  This was the closest she was going to get
to doing this in Europe, so she savored every look and every moment.  About
2/3rds of the way up, after she had been passed by a dozen people, she
decided it was time to get dressed.  She didn't want to arrive at the top
naked, since it was a more public location.  So she reluctantly pulled a
sundress on that she packed, and walked the rest of the way back to her
car.

   Once in it, she took a moment to realize what she just did.  A hundred
or more people just saw her naked, and it went fine.  She survived.  She
loved it.  She wanted to do it again and again.  In that moment of pure
happiness and thrill, she really felt like she wanted to do it.  She
checked her email, and happily discovered a response.  Whatever it said,
she decided she would reply with a yes.

   She saved reading the email until she made it back to her apartment, so
she raced back there as fast as possible.  The message read:

   Veronica,

   Apologies for the delay getting back to you.  We would love to have an
amateur model.  I can already imagine that you would be a very popular girl
for our subscribers.

   The shoots are never quite the same, but in general they are quite safe
for the girls.  We would meet to discuss the shooting and then immediately
start.  There will occasionally be a sighting of police, but they almost
always leave us alone, and if they do encounter us, we are just told to
move along.  Most members of the public will just ignore you, some will be
happy, some will ask for pictures.  But people are rarely rude or mean. 
And since you will always be with the camera people, you are perfectly
safe.

   The base rate covers one 2 hour shooting.  If you are interested, we
could discuss a second day of shooting in another location or some kind of
special extended shoot.  Please let me know if you would be interested in
that.  I have had some ideas that I think might be quite popular with an
American amateur girl.

   Before we continue this discussion, please send me a nude photo of
yourself so I can decide if you are the type that would be suited for the
website.

   Thanks,

   Richard

   She immediately typed her response.

   Richard,

   Attached is a picture I took a few days ago.

   I am almost fully decided that I want to come model for you.  As for the
increased payment, I definitely want to hear more about what you have in
mind.  And would payment be only after I model?

   If I do end up doing this, I would prefer to do it as soon as possible.

   Let me know!

   Veronica

   No hesitation to email a nude picture to a stranger.  And no hesitation
to basically agree to be a porn model.  Veronica really was becoming a
different person.  She busied herself for a bit, but then saw her phone and
was amazed to see a response already.  It must be about midnight where he
was.

   Veronica,

   You look absolutely perfect for our website.  If you choose to come
model for me, you will be hugely popular!  If we can agree on a date, I
would love to set this up formally.

   The first increased payment would be a second regular shooting for
another 750 Euro.  After that, I could add another 150-250 Euro for special
locations or situations on top of a shoot, like in a dance club or
restaurant.  If that is not enough, I've also gotten a lot of requests for
longer shootings.  Depending on the specifics, I could pay 2000 Euro or so
for that.  Payment would come after the shooting.

   The end of April could be a good time for me.  That is about 5 weeks
from now.  If you would like that date, please commit in the next few days.
Depending on what you want to do, I would suggest Prague or Dresden.

   Looking forward to shooting you,

   Richard

   This was the moment of decision she realized.  The reality of becoming
one of those girls who walked around naked was sitting right in front of
her, she just had to commit to it.  She so desperately wanted it, and she
also needed it, both financially and personally.  This was the big change
she had been looking for for so long.  She knew that deep down.  This
opportunity was made for her.

   She realized that she had started rubbing herself to the thought.  That
meant she was getting horny and she knew horny Veronica was happy to make
the decision.  Instead of stopping herself to continue her never ending
internal debate, she gave in.  She clicked reply and typed out a simple
message.

   I want to do it.  The end of April works great for me and I want to do
whatever you need me to do to make the most money.

   Thanks,

   Veronica

   Send.  She had done it.  That realization led her into one of her best
orgasms in a while, spurred on by intense feelings of fear and shame and
confidence and excitement.  It was a lot all at once and things would never
truly be the same.

   Over the next few days, she sent emails back and forth to coordinate
details with Richard.  They decided on Dresden and set the dates.  Veronica
had asked at one point for more information about what exactly she would be
doing, but interestingly, Richard declined to give specifics.  He said that
in his experience, the girls perform better if they don't have time to
overthink it.  Plus, things were always having to change at a moments
notice, so no need for her to know the plan that could be completely
different by the time she got there.  That uncertainty caused a lot of fear
in her.  There were times she went back to total panic at what she
committed to, and times where she was filled with total adrenaline at the
thought of her future nude walk.  A couple days later, her flight was
booked and it was officially too late to change her mind.

   She had about a week at work left before they closed.  By a strange
twist, in that last week she actually ended up picking up a new part time
job at a different bar.  It turned out it wasn't actually that difficult to
find a new source of income in her particular situation.  She realized that
she had just totally been self-sabotaging that whole time, trying to force
herself into the inevitable choice she had made.  Now that she was
committed and it was off her mind, she was able to pretty quickly find some
supplemental income.  It wasn't full time, but anything would help, so she
was happy.

   Now it was the week of her trip.  It was Monday, and her flight was on
Thursday.  She had been exercising and watching what she ate for the last
couple weeks to prepare for her nude debut.  A packing list arrived from
Richard, with the only real specifics being to bring a couple dresses that
were easy to slip on and off and good sandal type shoes.  That was easy. 
She of course brought other clothes, but there was a bit of irony at the
act of packing clothes for a trip where the intent was to be naked.  At
this point, the nerves had long gone away, just because she had felt them
for so long.  It was full excitement on Monday.

   Wednesday was her last prep day.  As an attempt to change her
appearance, she got a haircut, leaving her with a shorter look than she had
worn for years.  At home, she then dyed her blonde hair a dark brunette. 
It was just hair, but she thought it would make a difference just in case.
Packing kept her up later than she had planned, but she finally got in bed
just around midnight.

   But here, early on Thursday morning, with Veronica trying to sleep
before her flight, the nerves were back.  It made sense, now that it wasn't
an abstract future event and was actually here, she had to face the reality
of her decision.  Her decision was to go walk around Dresden naked and let
it be published on the internet for anyone to see.  It was insane, but she
was going to do it.  Just as soon as she fell asleep.



   CHAPTER 2

   Veronica's flight finally landed in Dresden at around 1:30 local time.
Her travel path took her from San Diego to LAX by car, and then by plane to
Amsterdam for a layover, and then finally to Germany for her final stop. 
She had a couple drinks on the flight to ease the nerves, because later
that day, she would be making her first nude walk.  She had still not
gotten many specifics from Richard.  All she had heard was to be prepared
to start that afternoon, and that she would be doing something else the
next day.  After that, she would have a free couple of days before she
returned on Monday afternoon.  She was excited and nervous, but ultimately
ready to get this started.

   Her instructions from Richard were to message him when she landed, and
then to take the train from the airport to Dresden Central Station, where
he would meet her.  While walking through the airport, she began to closely
watch the people around her.  Were they looking at her?  Were they people
watching also, or were they just looking at their phones?  Would any of
these people see her naked later that day?  Would they even care, or would
they just ignore her?  That was something she always found confusing in the
videos for this site.  Yes, a good amount of people would react to the nude
girl before them, but a ton of people would just walk by, zero reaction, as
if this happens every day.  Maybe it does.  Maybe it was because of the
camera.  Though she did want to be looked at, she hoped the general mood
would be the same today.

   The train trip took half an hour, but it went by like nothing.  As the
train slowed into the station, her heart began to race at the impending
reality of what she would soon be doing.  As she stepped out into the sun,
she surveyed the city that would see her naked soon.  She stood before a
bustling plaza and gulped.  Then she took a breath and sent Richard a
message to let him know she was waiting.  Just a few moments later, a man
and a woman walked towards her and waved, calling out her name.  There they
were.

   "Ah Veronica, welcome to Dresden!" Richard called out.  They all
introduced themselves.  The man was of course Richard, and the woman was
Eileen.  "Let's walk to the hotel, it is close by.  We can talk on the
way," he told her.  He continued that it was unusual for them to be staying
right in the city center, but they decided that it would make the shooting
weekend easier.  They were nice and enthusiastic people, both speaking
English well.  They started with casual small talk while walking north from
the train station, covering stuff like how the flight went and the great
weather for shooting.  Veronica considered asking again about what she was
going to be doing, but before she could bring it up, Richard started
telling her about how glad he was for her to be there to model.

   "You know, you are the first ever subscriber who wanted to do this. 
Most of my members are male of course.  And you are the first American
model that I've ever had.  I've wanted one for a while, but it was
difficult to convince anyone to come all the way out here.  So imagine my
joy at getting your email," he said.  He continued that most of his models
came from Germany or Czech Republic, which was a lot easier and cheaper to
deal with the travel.  But when he saw her picture, he knew that she would
be a popular girl for the website, so decided it would be worth the extra
cost to fly her out.

   "So Veronica, what made you want to do this?" he then asked.

   That question stopped her for a moment because she realized that she had
never actually talked about her interest in exhibitionism with someone. 
Sure, it was obviously not any kind of secret with this company, but there
was still a bit of weirdness to say out loud.  So she basically told the
truth.

   "Well I've been kind of looking for something to challenge myself
recently.  I needed to get away from my job and try something crazy.  And I
need to make some extra money.  So when I saw your post, I felt like it
might be the perfect solution.  I debated it for a couple weeks but then I
was afraid I would regret it if I didn't, so here I am.  Time to see if I
can do this." She didn't exactly fully explain the exhibitionist part of
this, but figured that was probably obvious.

   Richard replied that he had heard that same story from a couple other
girls.  A lot of girls used this as an opportunity to be a little bit
rebellious and also make some quick money.  Most of the girls were fine art
models or porn stars, but there had been a couple other true amateurs. 
They were both glad that she decided to do it, and promised she would have
a good time.

   They continued the small talk until Richard let her know that they were
approaching the hotel.  The had been walking north, down a busy shopping
street, and then through a more historic area of the city.  They arrived at
a small boutique hotel right off the market square.  They told her that
they were already all checked in and led her up to her room on the upper
level.  The plan was for her to refresh herself and get ready to start the
shoot in about an hour.  They all retreated to their rooms, leaving
Veronica alone with her thoughts.

   She immediately flopped on the bed with a bit of panic and excitement.
She was so ready to do this that she almost hated that she had to wait
another hour.  After a couple minutes just laying there in her thoughts,
she got back up and started to get ready.  She took a shower and shaved one
last time.  She had decided to go fully shaven for this walk, so the
landing strip had been recently removed.  She worked on her hair and makeup
next, trying to style herself a little differently than normal to make her
a little less recognizable.  She stood before the mirror, admiring the
naked body that many people were about to see.

   She thought she was as hot as she had ever been.  Her little tits stood
firm, her body was trim and toned, thanks to the exercise of the last few
weeks, she was evenly tan, and her hair looked great.  She took this as an
opportunity to take a mirror selfie, featuring a big but nervous smile. 
Eventually, she pulled out her clothes and started getting dressed.  She
had about 10 minutes to go.  Her outfit was underwear and a bra, a t shirt,
and a pair of pants.  Totally unassuming and normal clothing.  She also
pulled out a dress that she would be using later.  She was ready, and laid
back on the bed to sit with her fear and adrenaline and nervousness and
excitement until it was time.

   Soon, the knock on her door came and she answered it.  Time to go.

   She was practically shaking while closing the door and started following
Richard and Eileen down the hall.  They met with one other camera person
down in the lobby, named Frank, and then they told her that they had a walk
to get where they were going to be starting.  Since it was her first time,
they were going to let her start at a slightly less crowded area.  That
sounded perfectly fine to Veronica.  They walked north, towards the river
and the densest part of the city center.  While walking, Richard began to
talk about how this would work.

   "Since you are a member, I probably don't need to tell you too much
about how this is going to go.  As you know, when we get to where we will
start, we are going to film a short interview where you tell the camera
about yourself.  Most girls use a different name, so feel free to do that
too.  And then you will undress for the first series and put your clothes
in this bag.  We are planning to do 3 or 4 sets for this shooting,
depending how you feel.  The first about 10 minutes, and the rest 10-20
minutes."

   "While we are walking, follow me unless I point you to a different
direction.  Just listen for instructions.  If someone asks you for a
picture, let them take it and pose with them.  I don't want to make you do
anything you are uncomfortable with though, so let me know if you have a
problem.  Its ok to be nervous, but try to have some fun with it.  The
models that look like they enjoy it are always more popular.  You may get
some comments, but mostly they'll be in German, so just try to ignore it
and keep walking.  If anyone asks you why you are doing this, just say it
is for fun, don't say it is modeling for a website.  Oh, and most
importantly, walk slow.  Don't speed-walk all the way, act natural.  Any
other questions?"

   Veronica had none.  She was prepared.  She had re-watched basically all
the videos, and paid special attention to the previous Dresden shoots, so
she had a good idea how this would go.  Their walk continued onto the
Augustus Bridge, crossing the Elbe River.  On the other side was a green
space along the river bank.  Richard pointed and told her that she would be
starting down there.  They took the stairs down to the park and turned
left. There was a pavilion about 1000 feet ahead, and Richard said that
they would be starting there.  The closer they got to it, the more the
terror came back to Veronica.  She even felt a little light headed as they
were just about to reach it.  But then they made it and stopped.

   She stood there on the path as they got the camera equipment out.  There
were plenty of people out walking through the park.  It wasn't as dense as
the city was, but it was a nice day so of course there were people out. 
She really tried to take it all in because she knew that she would remember
this moment for the rest of her life.  Richard asked if she was ready to
start.  She nodded that she was.  He also asked what she wanted to be
called.  She had decided to go with a common name, and told him she would
be Olivia.  And then they began.

   The camera started rolling.

   "Hello Olivia.  We are here in Dresden for a nude in public shooting. 
Can you tell me about yourself, where you are from, your interests?" he
said.

   She had been thinking for a while about what exactly she would say.  So
she immediately began, "Hi, my name is Olivia, I am 25 and am from America.
This is my first time shooting nude in public.  I am an amateur model.  My
interests include exercising, playing music, and watching movies."

   "Are you nervous at all Olivia?" asked Richard.

   "Yes I am a little nervous, but I am also excited to see how this goes."

   Richard then added "Olivia is actually a member of this website, and
responded to an open call for models.  She's the first fan to do this."

   "Yes, I am a big fan of nude in public, so that's why I am so excited to
try it myself," she said.

   "Ok, Olivia, are you ready to begin?" he asked.

   She took a deep breath and said yes.  Richard and Eileen backed up from
her so they could get her full body in camera and then told her to begin.
She took another long look around, remembering that day she stood in her
apartment and imagined this situation.  How insane that she actually made
it happen.  But it was real and she had to do it.

   So she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head.  She set it on
the stone railing beside her.  She then slid her tennis shoes off, and
pulled the socks off with them.  Her jeans followed, and she slid them down
her legs and folded them up.  Now standing there in just her underwear, it
was the moment of real exhibition.  She thought back to the locker room and
to Blacks Beach, told herself she really wanted this, and then reached back
to unclasp her bra.  It was pulled off with one swift motion and she placed
it with the rest of the clothes.  She looked around one more time,
accidently making eye contact with someone walking by and watching her. 
That sent a shiver through her.  And then she hooked the waist of her
panties with her thumbs and pulled them straight down.  She stepped out,
and grabbed the whole collection of clothes.  They were all stuffed into
the little black bag she had been given and before she knew it, Eileen was
taking the bag from her hand, leaving her standing there with nothing.  No
clothes, fully exposed to the world around her.

   All she could think was 'oh shit, I'm naked in public.  Oh fuck, I'm
doing it.  Oh god, this is happening.'

   People were walking by, and people were looking at her.  Of course, she
was a naked girl, they were going to look.  Richard started walking
backwards, beckoning her along.  Eileen and the other photographer were
snapping pictures.  They were headed back towards the bridge.  Of course
they were.  The first step might have been the hardest, but they were all
difficult at first.  Until they suddenly weren't, until she almost zoned
out into an out of body experience.  It was definitely a heightened feeling
from what she had experienced at Blacks Beach.

   The illicit nature of doing that where it was not allowed added intense
layers to the emotion.  Which made sense, because it was always about the
power and control for her, not just the nakedness.  She simultaneously felt
so powerful as she asserted herself on the world and so completely out of
control as she was forced to exhibit her most personal self to anyone and
everyone around her.  She was both the most powerful person in the world
and the most degraded.  The center of attention because she wanted to be
and the center of humiliation and shame.  Her naked body was something she
had to hide because she was a good girl, and here she both chose to and was
forced to share it with absolutely no control.

   Anyone could look and anyone could take a picture and she surrendered
all ability to control that.  She was a stupid slutty exhibitionist and
also the most confident girl in the world.  It was fucking incredible and
she was 1 minute into a weekend full of nakedness that would change her
life.

   All those thoughts went through her head in just the first couple of
steps.  She still had an hour to experience this and process the waves of
emotion coursing through her.  So she kept walking.  Trying to go slow,
like she was instructed.  One foot in front of the other.  She tried to be
conscious of her posture too.  She wanted to look good and confident, not
shrinking away from the fearful situation.  Now she had gone about 15 feet,
the first of many that weekend, and she had walked directly by 3 or 4
people so far, who all got an eyeful of all of her.  Random German
strangers had now seen her naked.  15 more feet and she saw the first
iphone pulled out to take an inconspicuous picture of her.  All she could
think was that now her naked body was going to be on facebook within the
hour and her life was probably ruined and she felt even more exposed and
out of control.  It was great.

   She kept going and Richard asked her how she felt.  "This is crazy, but
I think I feel good so far," she responded.  It was the truth.  All of the
emotions summed up made her feel good.  15 more feet and 5 more people who
had seen her, and she was starting to like it.  Now she was just thinking
about what those other people must be thinking.  'Why is this hot naked
girl walking by me?' they must be wondering.  She hoped they thought she
was hot.  If she was going to be exposing her body to anyone and everyone,
she at least wanted them to like the view.  Another 15 steps or so, another
picture.  She was stopping the step count and starting the picture count in
her head.

   There was a break in people, so she walked basically alone for a short
stretch, allowing her to take in her surroundings again.  They had made it
about a quarter of the way back to the bridge.  She had no idea how long it
had been and no idea where the end point was supposed to be.  But maybe
that didn't matter.  With each step and each person and each picture, the
thrill and adrenaline went up, and so did her enjoyment.

   "I'm starting to like this," she said out loud to Richard, but she was
really just saying that for herself.  She needed to hear it.

   Now there was another group, and this group was all young adults,
looking to be her age.  They stared more than any other group so far, and a
couple actually pointed and laughed.  That was a moment that sent a shiver
down Veronica.  There was that shame feeling again.  They were laughing at
the exposed naked girl walking down the street.  But the shame was always
balanced by power, so it just made her feel even better.  No fear now, she
wanted this and all the emotion that came with it.  So she kept walking
past them.

   At one point, she looked down at herself, just to admire her exposed
skin, and she noticed that her nipples were rock hard.  Her body was
obviously enjoying the attention too.  Now they were about halfway to the
bridge.  The slow but steady stream of walkers on the path kept passing
her, and she was now enjoying watching their reactions.  Plenty never
looked at her, but plenty did.  She got her first comment from someone, but
it was in another language and they both kept walking, so the moment
passed. She wished she could know what they said.  Was it positive or
negative?  She would never know.  She realized that the feeling of warm and
rough concrete on her feet made her feel more undressed than she expected.

   Ahead of her, she saw Richard and Eileen start to veer to the left. 
Apparently, they were not headed straight to the bridge.  The unexpected
path sent a bit of hesitation through her.  She had to follow though.  They
turned to her left, away from the river, and their destination came into
view for Veronica.  They were headed right into a Biergarten that looked to
be filled with people starting out their weekend.  So this was going to be
the first big challenge.  She turned left off the main path and followed.
Immediately, she could tell that a couple people noticed her.  Since these
people were sitting and watching, they all were going to get a much better
view of her than the people that were just walking by.  It looked like she
would be having to walk right through them.  Challenge accepted.

   Richard slowed and asked her if it was ok right before they entered the
main seating area of the biergarten.  All she could say was yes, but she
was thinking 'oh god, so many people.  Oh fuck, here we go.'

   There was a small building on the left, and a covered seating area on
the right, holding maybe 20 or 30 tables, which were about 3/4 full.  A
path ran between them, where she was beginning to walk.  By her quick
estimate, there were about 50-60 people sitting there and she could feel
every eye on her.  In reality, just the first couple tables noticed,
because a lot of people were firmly engrossed in conversation, or just
didn't care about her.  She got a couple whistles from drunk guys, a
comment or two in what was probably German, and of course a couple more
picture taken of her, but the walk besides the tables was less challenging
than expected.  Before she knew it, she was exiting from the other side of
the biergarten with her confidence strengthened.

   The group turned right to head to the main path and then she assumed the
bridge.  How much farther would she have to go was all she could think.  As
she walked, she nearly zoned out in another wave of thrill after thinking
about how many people had just seen her naked body.  But she snapped back
to reality when she heard Richard tell her to stop and she realized that
someone was standing next to her, holding out his phone.  Someone was
asking for a picture.  He was asking in German but she smiled and nodded.
Eileen grabbed his phone while he positioned himself next to her.  She had
been imagining how this would go for a while.  She noticed that a lot of
other girls positioned themselves for pictures facing the side, so that
they were not fully exposed.  She had always wondered why.  You were
already completely nude in public, why be bashful about a picture that
shows your pussy.

   But in the moment, with this strange man holding onto her side and
staring down a strange camera, she felt the instinct to do the same.  It
was a protective instinct.  She bent her leg and turned sideways, hiding
her lower half.  She put her hand on her side and bent her elbow, turning
one of her tits toward the camera.  She smiled as big as she could and the
picture was taken before she even knew what was happening, on both Eileen's
camera and the man's.  The man mumbled a thanks and walked away with his
phone, leaving her mad at herself for giving in to the fear.  While she was
still standing there, another person passed and quickly took a picture of
her closeup, but they declined to pose with her.  Richard beckoned her on.

   They were approaching the stairs back up to the bridge level.  She could
tell that the bridge was denser with people, which terrified and thrilled
her.  The tease of the full biergarten just filled her head with the
experience of walking through a crowd.  She knew that would come soon
enough.  They did not stop at the base of the stairs to her delight, and
Richard starting heading up them.  She had to watch her step going up the
stone stairs, so she couldn't see the people's reaction around her.  Going
up, Richard again asked her how she felt.  She laughed and said "This still
feels totally odd and crazy, but I'm liking it too."

   At the top, Richard told her that they would walk one minute more and
then finish.  They turned right, headed back towards the city.  More people
here, and also the sidewalk was narrower so she had to come in closer
contact with the passing watchers.  Being elevated and above the river,
there was a bit of a chill that she felt across her whole body.  A car
honked, startling her for a moment, but then she smiled and waved at it
driving past.  Another inconspicuous picture, another group of laughing and
pointing teens, another comment in another language.  Each built upon the
last to build the intensity of the shame.  Ahead, she could see the camera
group stop walking and set down the bag.  It was the end.  She approached
it with joy and disappointment, and quickly stooped down to pull out her
dress.  It was a little red slip on dress, and she brought it over her body
with a quick motion, ending the exposure she craved.  But she needed the
moment to release, so she was glad for the break.

   The camera stopped rolling, and Richard told her that she did a good
job. They talked for a moment about how it went and what she should do
differently while they started walking back towards the city center.  She
was shaking a bit, releasing the tension she had held that whole walk.  On
the way, she asked Eileen if she could see some of the pictures,
specifically the one posing with the guy who asked for a picture.  Eileen
was able to let her flip through a bunch from the set.  She looked good in
them.  There she was, one of those naked girls.  She had done it.  But then
she got to the picture with the man and was disappointed.  She looked so
nervous and reserved in the shot, like she was shying away from the
opportunity.  Which she knew was exactly what went through her head in the
moment.  Her hip covered her vagina.  Not good enough.  She was so upset
that she told herself she needed to do better the next time.  Since she
knew there would be a next time.

   They told her that the next series would be in the Zwinger Museum garden
back in the city.  She knew the location well, since that was a common
shooting location for them.  That was good, because it was probably going
to be a step up in people, but not quite too many yet.  After that, she
walked mostly in silence the rest of the way as the others talked.  She was
back in her thoughts and only came out once they entered the garden area.
It was an enclosed garden with fountains and grass, and very open.  She
flashed back to all the girls she had watched here in the past, admiring
herself that she was about to join them.  They stopped at the far side from
where they entered to discuss the plan for the next shot.  Richard talked
while she gulped down a bottle of water.

   "So Veronica, for this one, we are going to circle around the garden and
then exit back out to the plaza in front of the opera house.  About 10
minutes.  We will stop near the statue in the middle.  Please walk slower.
When you undress, leave your clothes there, we will grab them.  Also, I may
walk farther away from you this, but keep going at the same pace.  Are you
ready?"

   She was.  They instructed her to stay where she was, and they walked
about 20 feet away.  Camera started rolling and it was go time for series
two.  Time to get naked again.

   She took another long look around to survey her audience.  There were
maybe 60 or 70 people scattered around, some in large groups, many walking
alone or in pairs.  There were some families enjoying their day in the
park, and what looked to be a seniors tour group.  This was a more touristy
location, so probably a different crowd reaction.  No one was noticing her
yet, but they would.  She was standing aside a large fountain pool where
there was a stone bench wall.  She looked down at it, took a breath, and
slid the dress over her head.  This was a different experience than last
time.  Previously, there was the slow build up as she stripped.  Now she
was clothed one second and nude the next.  Quite a shocking change.  She
set the dress down, reached down to pull off her shoes, and then looked up
to face her environment.

   The cameras were 20 or 30 feet away, watching her every step, along with
many faces around her that had suddenly noticed the naked girl.  Richard
gestured left, so she walked, slowly.  She was heading towards the outer
edge of the garden.  There were people everywhere and the garden was
completely open, so where she went didn't matter.  Just being there was
full exposure.  Eileen walked over and grabbed her clothes and she kept on
going.  That was a slight bit of relief at least, to see that her dress was
safe.

   She felt much calmer this time.  Yes, there was still a pierce of
adrenaline through her with each step, but now she felt like this was the
natural state she was supposed to be in.  Of course she should be naked
right here and right now.  There were plenty of eyes on her, and she felt
all of them.  After just a moment, she could tell that someone was holding
up their phone to get a shot of her.  In a split second decision, she told
herself that this was her moment to assert some confidence.  So she stopped
and faced directly at the camera.  Hand to her hips, feet shoulder width
apart, exposed body directed right at the camera, and a big smile on her
face.  Time froze for a second for her as a couple camera clicks went off.
She was presenting herself with no hesitation.  Yes, a lot of fear, but she
was doing it and she was proud of herself.  How she wished she could see
that photo.  There were more people noticing her and reacting, probably
because these were tourists.

   She continued on.  Richard and Eileen were closer now, getting the up
close view of the walk.  He again asked her how she felt.  "I feel really
good.  More confident than the last series I think," she responded.

   "Do you like it?  Being naked in public?" he then asked as they kept on
walking.  They were turning a corner and heading back towards the very
center of the park.

   She was going to be honest.  The thrill through her body wasn't going to
let her hide the truth.  "Yeah I love it.  I've always wanted to know how
this felt.  And here I am, doing it.  I feel like a model or something. 
It's so great!" she said while laughing and smiling.

   But her speaking in English caused an unexpected reaction and a new
challenge.  Just a couple steps past, she was approached by a small group
of people that looked to be college age.  And they greeted her in English.

   "Hey excuse me, are you American?  You sound like you're from the United
States.  What are you doing?" the leader of the group asked.  He was
obviously American too, so likely they all were.

   She wasn't really prepared to be confronted in English.  Of course, she
should have, so many people speak English here so she should have assumed
that she'd have to talk to someone eventually.  For some reason in her
mind, she always just told herself that they'd all be German, and she could
just smile and nod and ignore them.

   She stopped and nervously responded "Yeah I am actually.  Are you all
American too?".  She avoided looking at any of them in the eye for some
reason.  This was a hit of nerves.

   They responded yes, and said that they were college students studying
abroad at a university in the city.  And again they asked why exactly she
was naked.  They seemed friendly, it wasn't a judgmental question, more of
just curious.  But it was still a little terrifying to her, having to
explain it.

   "Well I'm just modeling for an experiment to see how people react.  That
guy over there is filming the reactions.  It isn't illegal to do this here
like in the United States, so we are just seeing what happens." She stuck
to the approved reason, not admitting to porn.  While standing there, she
didn't know what to do with her hands.  She kind of wanted to cover
herself, but also would have hated herself for a while to show that kind of
fear.  So her hands ended up just hanging there.  She did finally take a
good look at the group in front of her.  They were all definitely examining
her body, while trying to not be too obvious.  But she could tell.

   "Oh interesting," they said, immediately accepting the reason.  "You
came a long way to do this.  How have people reacted so far?"

   She told them that she had just started, but that people were nice and
accepting so far.  That she was surprised how many people just ignored her.
She mentioned that a couple of people had taken pictures of her.  They
chatted for just a second more before she insinuated that she needed to
keep going.  She wanted to get out of the conversation as soon as possible,
as it made her uneasy.  Just speaking English with some Americans while
fully naked in public was too weird of an intersection for her, leading to
nervous thoughts and feelings, that she was going to get caught and in
trouble.  But then they asked for a picture before she left, and she nearly
went lightheaded at the thought.  She would be giving her naked image to a
group of Americans, and that meant this picture was going to surely be on
American social media within the hour.  It would go on Facebook, she would
be auto-tagged, she would be caught and ruined before she even had her
clothes back on.  But she had to, both because Richard told her she had to,
and because she so desperately wanted to lean straight into that fear. 
With the lightheadedness came an almost orgasmic thrill at how out of
control she was, so she had to do it.

   The group of 5 young adults formed around her, and one passed off a
phone to Eileen.  She stood directly in the middle, and after just a moment
of hesitation, she assumed the same pose she had in the previous picture.
Facing the camera, body bared to all, nothing to hide.  She also brushed
her hair back over her shoulders to make sure her chest was shown.  There
were hands on her waist and on her back, but she couldn't tell how many of
them touched her.  Hopefully all.  A couple shots were taken and then the
group disbanded.  As the phone was being passed back and they were thanking
her, she decided split second to ask for the photo.  "Can I send that photo
to myself?  I'd like to have it too."

   They agreed, so she texted the photo to herself quickly and passed it
back.  In the quick moment that she saw the photo, she was thrilled at how
she looked.  But then they left and Richard beckoned her on, leading her
back towards the center of the garden.  He asked her what she was talking
about.  He was too far to overhear.  Veronica just told him that they
wanted to know what she was doing and she explained it was an experiment.
Her mind began to drift a bit as she walked again, oblivious to the crowds'
reaction around her.  She was going through the scenarios of what would
happen to that photo.  No chance it stayed private on that one phone.  It
would be shared and sent around soon.  Who could know how many people would
be seeing that photo.  Of course, she realized that was the case with every
single photo taken of her today.  She was helplessly revealed to basically
the whole world.  It was a lot to think about.  She was just about at the
very center now, and Richard asked her to stop and sit down on the ground.

   She did so, trying to gracefully reach the ground while still looking
good for the camera.  She sat with her legs together and to the side and he
told her to pose some.  So she did, running through some basic poses that
she had seen girls do before.  Hand out, hands up in the air, legs shifted,
though she was careful to keep them closed.  That would be too much too
soon.  Some other people had joined in the photo shoot while she was stuck
in place, so she was posing just as much for them as the main camera.  A
bit of a crowd gathered to get a sight of the naked girl.  She felt a
little stuck in the moment, but then Richard called her on, so she stood
and started walking towards him.  But as soon as she stood, someone from
that crowd approached, asking for a selfie.  So she happily took it because
she had to, glad she was getting the opportunity to correct the bad selfie
from the last series.  But then another person asked for one.  And then
another.  But luckily that was the end.  And then by the time she was free
and started moving again, she noticed that Richard and Eileen were all the
way at the edge of the park, maybe 75 feet away, watching her from a
distance.

   She looked around and it was just people staring at her.  Just
strangers, and she was all alone and all naked.  That separation was a new
level of thrill for this crazy experience.  Now she didn't feel like a
model for a shoot with a purpose to be nude, she felt like just a naked
girl who was stupidly in the middle of a crowd.  That was some new terror,
but disturbingly also a bit of excitement for her.  She started walking
towards them and tried to show off some confidence, even in the face of the
distance.  On the way, she got another comment or two, and another picture
that she posed for.  But then she was at the end, where there was a large
open passageway through a building, leading to a big public square.  She
would be ending at the statue right at the center, and it was in sight.

   Walking through the enclosed passageway brought passersby in close
proximity again, since it was narrow.  But it was also dark, so she
honestly felt like some didn't even notice her nakedness.  Ahead though,
the square was more crowded than anything yet, so plenty were about to see
her.  Emerging into the light, this became a one foot in front of the other
mindset for her.  Just get to the statue.  Looking left and right, she
realized that there were at least a hundred people milling about, plus the
steady stream of cars going by on the adjacent street.  'Fuck this is a lot
more people' she was thinking.  But that's why she was here.  So she
continued, stopping to pose for a camera or two and hoping that the bit of
shake she felt wasn't visible.  Each stage with more people was a
surprisingly hard challenge for her.  It really shouldn't matter at this
point, more people had seen her so far than she had probably ever met in
her life and she knew it was going to get a lot worse very soon.  But
still, a crowd sent a chill down her spine as she waked.

   She saw the bag being set down on the statue base, now about 20 feet
away.  The cameras were there watching her final approach.  This set seemed
to take a lot longer than the first, but she knew that was probably just
because of the talking break.  Now 10 feet away, and she had to weave her
way through a crowd, and a couple of the people had a shocked reaction to
spotting her nude body.  But then she made it, and picked up the bag. 
There were a lot of people standing there, watching her pull the dress out
and slide it on.  A couple of people took pictures of the process and one
guy clapped after she dressed.  But then she was covered and could rejoice
in the fact that she survived another series, with just a bit of new panic.
Overall, she was loving it though, and as soon as the dress was on, her
body already craved pulling it off again and having all eyes on it.  It
would come soon enough.

   They quickly started walking away, trying to get out of the crowd, and
Richard led her back towards the river.  Once out of the people, they told
her that she did a good job with that series.  He asked if that was too
many people, and she wasn't sure what to say at first.  Yes it was more
than she was ready for, but she knew that she wanted to have the experience
of even more people.  So she answered, "No, not too many, not yet."

   They walked east, around a huge church, and headed straight to a big
staircase leading up to a pedestrian terrace.  This was another popular
shooting location, so she knew what she was getting into.  This was
Brühl's Terrace, a very dense and popular sightseeing terrace, with great
views over the river.  She was getting excited at the idea with each step
towards it.  Often, the girl would walk all the way from one end to the
other, interacting with a lot of the tourist pedestrians and street
performers.  This would be fun for her.

   They walked up the stair and regathered over on the side, right at the
top.  "So Veronica, for this one, we are going to walk that way, and end at
the park at the end of the terrace," he said as he pointed east, the way
she was expecting.  "This one will take about 15 minutes.  We can take a 10
minute break if you want, or go ahead and start."

   She thought for a second, but her skin was itching to be seen, so she
said she was ready to keep going.  So they started backing away from her,
giving her a chance to look down the terrace.  It was fairly full in the
immediate distance, but maybe emptier at the end.  She had seen it more
crowded on other videos, those must have been shot on the weekend.  It was
the end of the afternoon by now, around 4 she thought.  Definitely more
people here though than the last two series, and specifically even more
people that looked like tourists with cameras who might have a stronger
reaction to her.  Good.  She was ready.  Richard waved at her to start, so
she did, no delay.

   The dress came over her head and she slid out of the shoes.  That felt
better.  She was alarmingly and quickly preferring the nudity to the
clothed bits in between.  It was still nerve-wracking and something that
really challenged her, but it was really turning her on, so her horniness
was overriding the fear.  She really would need to masturbate soon she
thought.  The air on her skin and the gasp she got from a passing woman
reassured her quickly growing obsession with this feeling.  She walked
straight towards the cameras and passed off the clothes in her hand,
leaving her helplessly exposed in this crowd that was quickly beginning to
notice her.

   So they started walking, right into the people.  Her goal this time was
to be a bit more outgoing, a little happier with the people around her. 
She wanted to show her thrill to the camera.  She never quite enjoyed the
models who seemed indifferent to be there as much as the ones that really
were into it, so she wanted to be what she would enjoy.

   First to walk through was a tree filled plaza that formed a solid
rectangular tree canopy above.  It was dark and shady under it, but she
could see the eyes on her.  She tried to make eye contact with some of the
passersbys and say hello, but few wanted to engage the naked girl.  Richard
then told her to keep going and he would follow her as they passed a
fountain.  That was new, and a new thrill.  Following him and keeping him
in her sight had been a reassuring element through it all, but now she
could see just the people.  It again felt like when he was far away back in
the garden, like she was just a naked girl all alone.  Her pussy twinged at
that thought.  Oh no, she thought, was this kink going to evolve?

   She tried to put that out of her mind and continued on, now leaving the
trees and facing the open terrace, and she kept going without hesitation.
She felt so sexy.  The people here were mostly the same kind of people as
the last two locations, but there were also more obvious foreigners and
also more families.  Now this was going to be the reaction she was here
for. Almost immediately, she heard someone say "oh my god, she's naked."
She look around a bit and spotted what looked like a tourist family, maybe
British, all watching her.  Father and son with focused eyes, the daughter
with interest, and the mother and grandmother with a bit of annoyance and
confusion.  That variety of reaction almost made her laugh right there.  As
long as those that enjoyed her got a good view, she was happy.  She hoped
that the men would think about her naked form later on, with lustful
memories.  Maybe the daughter too.

   There were pictures and laughs and stares as she continued, but it was
mostly uneventful.  She would periodically stop to pose for a candid shot
but no one really wanted to be in them with her.  About halfway down the
terrace, she finally had a really good interaction.  She spotted them
walking towards her and knew that something would happen.  A large group of
young men, around her age, had spotted her from a distance and were walking
straight towards her.  A shiver went through her.  In other situations, a
group of men coming right at her in the street would be concerning.  Now
she was naked too.  But she wanted it.

   She was stopping to pose for a photo when they reached her.  They were
loud and laughing a lot, obviously a little drunk, and tried to greet her
in German.  She responded that she didn't speak it, so they switched to
rough English, and asked what she was doing.  This went a little like the
last conversation, but since they were not Americans, she was significantly
less nervous.  They were just a group of friends out in the city for the
weekend and were excited to see her.  It was maybe 7 or 8 guys and they
were all trying to get a moment with her and an eyeful.  It was very
flattering, as she felt like the center of the world.  She kind of even
flirted with them some, against her logical judgement.  Horny Vernoica won
that moment.  She made herself hold her chest proud, perky tits and hard
nipples directed right at the guys.

   This was the kind of reaction she had missed from the locker room and
the beach: unashamed male attention.  It was fucking hot.

   After a minute, Richard interrupted and asked if they wanted a picture
with her.  One or two passed off phones and they circled around her.  Back
to her typical photo pose, making sure she was all visible.  But then
suddenly, she was being lifted off the ground and into one guys arms.  All
she could do was laugh as the feeling of hands on skin went through her. 
One of his arms was around her bank, with the hand just about at the side
of her boob, and the other arm was holding up her legs.  The guys were all
laughing too.  So she smiled right at the cameras and loved the moment. 
But then he put her down, and the group all thanked her and left.  She was
going to have to do that again.

   Richard was ahead of her again now, and she walked towards him.  At this
side of the terrace, there were much less people.  She waved at a couple of
women walking by, trying to look as friendly as she could.  They ignored
her.  Oh well.  She looked down at her body and ran her hands up and down
it.  The feeling of being naked felt so right in the moment.  She really
was surprised how quickly she adjusted to this, both being naked and being
seen.  She totally was an exhibitionist, but maybe she was a nudist too. 
Who needs clothes really?

   She and Richard talked for a moment about how she was feeling since
there weren't a lot of people around.  He said that he could tell she liked
it, and she was glad it was coming through.  He said that he was glad she
was so into this considering what was coming next, which sparked some
curiosity and concern, but he wouldn't say any more.  Eventually, they made
it to the end, where there was another park and a fountain.  Richard handed
off the bag of clothes and watched her dress.  Now, she was slower to cover
up.  How she hated the constriction of fabric on skin at first.  But it was
time to be done and move on for the last set.

   They talked and walked through the park at first, but then turned
towards the city again.

   "For the last series, we are going to walk back to the hotel.  We'll
start right at the bottom of this staircase," he said, pointing ahead. 
There was a big ornate staircase leading down from the park, into the city.
She thought through the geography of the city, which she had studied a lot
before the trip, and realized that this walk would take them right through
the Neumarkt, a huge town square like area, where there were always a lot
of people in past shoots.  Definitely more tourists along this walk.

   As they walked down the stairs, Richard told her that he wanted her to
do something particular on this walk.  Once they were in the main open
area, she was to walk a wide lap around the square, around the people,
while the cameras were going to stay over to the far side and watch from a
distance.  He said that the girls always got better reactions when the
camera wasn't right there.  That gave Veronica a jolt of nerves, but it was
also exactly what she was fantasizing about earlier, so she was into it.

   At the bottom of the stairs, they stepped to the side and talked for a
moment more before deciding it was time to start.  She could feel her hard
nipples rubbing on the dress, so she knew her body was ready to get going
again.  So once the camera was rolling, she pulled her dress off before
even being told to.  She wanted it that bad.  She casually bundled up the
dress and shoes and passed them off, starting what she thought would be her
final nude walk of the day.  She told herself to savor the experience.

   They walked south down Georg-Treu-Platz from the staircase.  There were
not a ton of people in this area, so it strangely felt like she wasn't even
that exposed.  The bar of feeling anything from being naked in public was
very quickly elevating to the point that half a dozen people didn't mean
anything.  The power/shame dynamic wasn't in her mind yet, that apparently
needed more people.  Without the emotional response, she nearly forgot she
was naked.  That part just felt so right now.  So she just looked around
and observed the beautiful and historic buildings.  It was a picturesque
city.

   She followed as they turned to the right, and she could see a crowd in
the distance.  Butterflies were back as she pushed on.  No comments or
photos yet, as they passed a building and then turned to the left.  She was
directly facing the huge church and the real exposure was about to begin.
Now groups of tourists had noticed her and started snapping some pictures
from a distance.  She tried to look as happy as she could as she approached
them.

   One guy clapped nearby, making her laugh and blush.  So she waved back
in the general direction, and posed for a couple pictures as they
continued. As they made it around the large church building, the main
square came into view.  She was actually initially disappointed, because it
was not as full as she'd seen before.  It was getting later in the day, so
it made sense.  But she felt deprived of the full experience she imagined.
She had to push on anyway.  Richard gestured that she should start walking
away and make the loop around the square, so she did, and turned herself
away from her safety.

   After a couple dozen steps, she could tell this was a different
experience than the previous times she walked away from the camera.  Here,
there was more distance and more crowd, meaning that she very quickly felt
out of place and very watched.  She looked back, and initially couldn't
even find the cameras, but it turned out that they had moved 20 or 30 feet
farther while she walked.  She decided to not look back for them again
though.  Now plenty of people were noticing her, and she did in fact get
different reactions.  A lot more blatant and confused looks, more pictures
and laughs and comments.  The camera signified that there was a reason she
was naked, she guessed.  Now that it was out of sight, people could have
true reactions to why there was a random nude woman.  And those true
reactions were stronger and refueled the feeling of breaking the rules, of
putting herself into a situation completely out of the ordinary.  This was
more like if she just pulled off her dress while taking a walk around back
home.

   She just ignored the comments in other languages, but eventually someone
asked her in English if she was ok.  It appeared to just be a concerned
tourist lady, but when she replied that she was fine, just taking a walk
with no clothes on because she wanted to see how it felt, the woman laughed
and smiled back, telling her that she envied her confidence.  Veronica
loved to hear that, since the confidence was her initial fear.  She could
do it after all.

   She was now at the exact opposite side of the square, all naked and
alone.  She had a couple people ask her for a picture, which she happily
offered, showing herself off to the complete stranger's cameras.  They were
a little more handsy now that they thought she was alone.  She wasn't sure
how to feel about that at first, but took it as an unavoidable add on to
the experience.  A couple hands right on her butt, one around her shoulder
that drooped basically onto her right breast.  She almost just offered to
let the guy grab it, but thought better of it because then everyone would
want to do that.  So she posed and then pushed herself on, to continue
through the small but gathering crowd to see her, towards where she assumed
Richard was.

   Looking ahead at about the three quarter mark, she spotted them watching
her, so she waved and make a direct line towards them.  When she rejoined,
Richard asked how she was feeling.  She told him and the camera that she
was still enjoying it, but that it was a little scarier away from them, to
which Richard laughed and agreed.  He said that they were getting close to
the end.

   They turned down a narrower street, where there were not a ton of
people. That let her just think about her experience some more.  This had
been everything she wanted and she had no idea if this was even the end
yet. No regrets at this point.  There probably would be a little once she
actually saw herself on the internet, but too late now, so why worry.  The
experiential high pushed her into just accepting the joy that she was
actually doing the thing that was always just a dream.

   They turned left, and there was the hotel, just across a wide street
with trolley tracks.  She was facing down the end of her adventure for the
day, and was actually a bit sad with each step.  Now she had literally no
care or perception of the people around her, except for Richard, who was
stopped at the side of the street, and holding out the bag.  She reached
it, and slowly pulled the dress out and on.  Richard asked one last time if
she enjoyed it on camera, and she happily responded and waved goodbye.  The
camera was turned off, and it was over, just as soon as it started.

   She didn't know it, but her day and her exhibitionism were just
beginning.  An hour naked was just the teaser for the weekend she was about
to have.