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 Self Dares by stripgnd

   Self Dares Ch.  01

   Home alone opportunity leads to exhibitionism.

   Do we all have an inner monologue?  I have always assumed that we all
do, but I have never actually directly asked the question.  It is the voice
that you hear in your head that tells you to stop being ridiculous as you
lay on your bed crying uncontrollably after your boyfriend of 30 minutes
has just split up with you.  Or the voice that tells you to grow up as you
sit sobbing because you have stubbed your toe on the bed.

   It is the angel and it is the devil at the same time.  It asks you if
kissing your mate's ex-boyfriend is really a good idea.  It is naughty, it
is the voice that dares you to run to the bathroom without a robe.  It is
always there, chatting away and sharing alternatives.  It is a constant
devil's advocate as you go about your daily life.  It avoids trouble, and
yet at the same time encourages you to do what you shouldn't It tells you
to push that button that says "Do not press".  It goads you into seeing
what the dildo feels like up your bum, for the sole reason of, "Why not try
it?"

   Mine is an exhibitionist and I guess by extension I am as well.  A lot
of my fantasies involve embarrassment or at least the danger of
embarrassment and exposure.  Sitting in a lecture hall, tens of people, if
not hundreds and suddenly you hear in your head, "Imagine getting hit by an
anti-clothing laser instantly leaving you naked." Or that dream where you
leave your house and somehow get into work before you realise that you
haven't got dressed.  Not slightly not got dressed, but totally naked. 
Kinda exciting.  Now don't get me wrong, in reality, if I was sat in a busy
public place and all of my clothing dissolved into nothingness I would be
traumatised and probably die of embarrassment.  That being said though, I
have lost count of the number of times I have played that scenario around
in my head as I masturbate myself to as silent an orgasm as I can manage.

   Speaking of my head it was currently throbbing in the way that only a
hangover can.  I felt like death.  It had been my best friend's birthday
night out the previous night and I was now paying the price for it.  We had
drunk too much vodka, and that was before we added too many cocktails on
top of the vodka.  Let's not mention the "pre cocktail" shots that seemed
to precede each cocktail and the obligatory post-cocktail shots as well.  I
was a mess.  I felt like someone was thumping me in the head while two
tiny, but very strong people were inside my head trying to batter their way
out through my temples.

   I was aware of my hangover in the same way that I was aware of the
background noise in the house.  I could hear my Mum and Dad shouting to
each other as they went about their morning routine.  I was awake, but by
no means fully conscious.  I cautiously opened one eye to check the time. I
shut it quickly as the room spun rapidly and I felt very ill very quickly.
"Half 8, why can't they be quiet?" I asked myself.

   I was 99% sure that I was alone.  How bad does that sound?  Even so, I
swung my hand behind me to check the assumed empty side of the bed and was
reassured that I was indeed alone.  I knew I was, drunk or not I know if
"that" has happened and it definitely hadn't.  Of course, there was always
the possibility that we were both that drunk he got invited back and fell
asleep before the good bit.

   I knew that I was going to be disturbed.  I had been asked the previous
night before I went out to sort my laundry and leave the basket out so Mum
could sort it this morning.  I had only done half of that request and so
she was going to come in to collect the basket and probably give me grief
for forgetting.  I did wonder if drunken me had put out my laundry the
night before, but it was unlikely.

   I pondered the interesting suggestion by my inner voice.  I knew that I
hadn't, but there was a minuscule chance I had done it while drunk when I
got back.  Unlikely, but you never know.  I prised my right eye open and
saw the laundry basket where it stood in my room.  "Fucks sake," I mumbled
to myself.

   I was also wondering why I was naked and with no duvet.  I could feel
the duvet wrapped and tangled around my feet and ankles, so I had clearly
just been a fidgety sleeper, which was normal, especially after I had been
drinking.  That didn't answer the question of why I was totally naked
though.  I never slept naked, I was at the very least a t-shirt sort of
girl, and usually wore some sort of PJ's set.  This was partially as I am a
very wriggly sleeper and as currently demonstrated losing the duvet when
you have nothing on is potentially embarrassing when you still live at
home.

   I remembered a conversation that Hanna and myself had had the previous
night after multiple cocktails and after she learned that I was home alone
today.  She had dared me to spend all day naked starting from midnight,
which would explain the lack of clothing.  It wouldn't explain why I didn't
just wear PJs as normal and just lied.  The thought of spending the day
naked was actually quite exciting.  I rarely got the house to myself and so
the opportunity for such a dare was very few and far between.  The fact I
was naked was a testament to the volume of alcohol drunk the night before.

   I went to roll onto my side, but my head erupted in hangover agony.  I
stopped instantly and abandoned such an idea.  I tried to shift my legs and
feet to hook the duvet and lift it over me so I could at least grab it and
cover myself.  It was well twisted though and I was feeling way too ill and
delicate to fight with it.

   I was laying on my front at least, so all that was on show was my bum. I
dozed off again.  A tap at my door woke me up.  "Are you decent?" I heard
Mum ask through the closed door.

   I shook my head and then remembered that she couldn't see me.  "No," I
said loud enough for her to hear.

   There was a pause for a few seconds.  "Can I come in?" she asked.

   "If it is just you," I said, "Yeah." I didn't make a habit of being
naked around family, but in the trade-off between moving and likely
throwing up, or my Mum seeing my bare back and bum, it was the lesser of
two evils.

   I heard my door open and partially opened my eyes to look at her.  "Oh
dear," she said smiling at me, "Good night?"

   "Uh-huh," I nodded, forgetting my head was about to fall off.  "Ow."

   "You will never learn," she said.  She picked up my dress, panties and
bra.  "Bra as well?  Or is that okay?" she asked.

   "May as well wash it," I said.

   "Okay," she said as she looked around my room for anything else.  "We
are off soon, can you hang the washing when you get up...  if you get up,"
she added with a knowing smile.

   They were going away for the day and had booked a hotel for the night.
"Graham out as well?" I asked.  Graham is my brother.

   "Not yet," she said, "He is up and about packing his fishing shit," she
said.

   I just slowly nodded my head and felt myself doze again.  "Need owt?"
she asked which woke me up again.  "Water?  Bucket?" she asked with a wry
smile.

   I slowly lifted my head and lifted myself on my elbow slightly to see if
I had a bottle of water or anything.  I didn't, and the cool rush of air
onto my chest also reminded me I was naked and that I had just flashed my
boobs at my mum.  "Oops," I said as I covered myself with my arm.  "Bottle
of water if you don't mind and a new head maybe?"

   "I will bring you a bottle of water," she said smiling at me.  She came
back a few moments later and put a cold bottle of water on my bedside
table.

   "Cheers," I mumbled, "I feel like shit."

   "Stop drinking," she said flatly.  I just grumbled in reply.

   I heard her leave my room and pull my door closed.  I listened and heard
the catch slide against the door frame, but it didn't click shut.  I opened
one eye and watched my door swing back open by a few inches.  "Door," I
said at a volume that I deemed as fairly loud.  It was probably no louder
than a whisper and of course, she didn't hear.  My head still ached like I
had screamed it directly into my ear though.  "Fucks sake," I muttered.

   I stared at the door almost as though if I stared long enough the power
of my mind would close the door.  It of course wouldn't, and the gap left
by the door was enough to be annoying.  I shifted my legs around, but each
movement I made seemed to twist the duvet tight and prevent me from moving.
It was like I had wrapped it around my feet and then rolled over so it was
twisted between my feet and ankles.  I would have to get up and close the
door, it was less than two steps away from where I was laying, but they
were sober and hangover-free steps, it was a long way when I felt like
this.

   I rolled onto my side so I was facing the door in stages as my hangover
allowed.  Facing the door naked I could hear my brother lifting and
crashing stuff around out of the garage as he got sorted.  I untangled my
legs and went to grab the duvet, but it fell off the end of the bed and my
rapid movement to catch it made me feel sick, dizzy and like my head was
about to explode.  I groaned to myself as I settled on my side again and
took long deep deliberate breaths to calm my stomach.

   I am a petite girl, I weigh around 50kg and stand barely 5 feet tall.  I
have shoulder-length brunette hair that is currently tied back into a
ponytail.  My boobs were tiny, my bra size was 28A and my small pea-sized
nipples were perky in the cool morning air in my room.  My flat stomach was
only interrupted by my belly button alongside my navel piercing.  My curvy
hips ran into my slender, but well-toned legs.  Delicate ankles and feet
finished off my body.  Between my legs, I was entirely shaved, well waxed
to be precise.  Until recently I swam regularly and it was just easier to
get rid of everything rather than try to maintain a bikini line.  Even
though I don't swim as much as I used to, I still maintain the wax as when
I grew hair it felt really weird as I have never really had any down there.

   I heard Mum and Dad leave and I fell asleep again laying on my side
facing the door with nothing on.

   "Okay Sophie, I am off," Graham said as I heard him come into my room.
"Ooo shit didn't know you were naked sorry," he said.

   I kept my eyes closed as my sleepy brain slowly woke up and processed
it. I cursed myself for falling asleep in such an exposed position, but too
late to dwell on that one now as he had just seen me very much naked.  I
assumed that he would have seen my nudity and left my room, but a creak of
a floorboard made me peep an eye open to see him standing in my doorway.  I
placed a hand between my legs to cover my pussy and folded my other arm up
from underneath me to cover my chest.  "Errr...  what do you want?" I asked
him amazed he was still in my room.

   "I am off fishing for the day," he said.

   "Yeah, great.  Have fun," I said sarcastically, "Go on then," I added.

   "Camping, so won't be back until tomorrow," he said, still in my room
and actually looking at my nakedness.

   "Yeah, awesome, wanna fuck off out of my room?" I suggested.  The tone
of my suggestion snapped his attention back and I think he realised what
was currently happening as he stood in his sister's room for no reason
while she was not dressed.

   "Yeah, soz," he said, "Want anything?"

   "Privacy?" I suggested, "Which would require you fucking off."

   "Chill," he said as he finally turned around and left my room.  "Moody
bitch.  Close the door if you aren't decent, fucking moron," he said as he
left at a volume that was not intended for me to hear.

   I didn't leave the door open, I was in the supposed privacy of my own
room so if I want to be naked then that is entirely my choice and the very
least I expected if walked in on is the basic decency of an apology and a
rapid retreat from my room.  I didn't say anything, it wasn't worth the
argument.  I just told him to fuck off under my breath and rolled onto my
back.  We did actually get on fairly well most of the time.  After a night
out with a stinking hangover was not one of those times though.

   I woke up an undetermined time later.  It could have been 30 seconds
later, it could also equally now be Sunday morning.  I checked the clock
and it was half 10.  I moved my head around and was pain-free.  Lifting my
head off the pillow I was also nausea free.  I checked my phone and
confirmed that it was still Saturday, which it was.  I kicked the duvet off
and got up.  I knew from experience that if you wake up without a hangover,
get up.  If you go back to sleep you risk waking up with a hangover.

   I went to the bathroom and showered.  Wrapped in a towel I went back to
my room and checked out of the window.  Sunshine, but cold as it was March.
I sorted through my wardrobe and decided on jeans and a t-shirt.  The dare
from Hanna was still playing on my mind and I was seriously considering
doing it.  Or at least some of it.  A full day naked was a big ask, but I
did like the idea of it.  I have streaked before to the bathroom, even gone
downstairs to make myself a drink wearing just panties, but the opportunity
for extended nudity was rare, and it almost felt like a waste not doing it.

   No one was in after all, and I hesitated, looking around my room as I
considered the option.  I loved exhibitionism, LOVED it and the opportunity
for it was so seldom presented it felt like a waste to not grab the
opportunity.  I felt a tingle in my stomach as I seriously considered not
getting dressed all day.  I let the towel fall off me and stood naked for a
few seconds.  I tentatively went downstairs.  The feeling of exposure was
so intense as I tip-toed down the stairs.  My bare feet gently touching
each step as I got further and further away from the sanctuary of my room.

   I went into the kitchen, my heart was pounding as I looked out of the
window.  The blind was fully open and no curtains, if anyone was outside
they would see me as clear as day.  If there was anyone looking in they
would be in the back garden, so my state of undress wouldn't be the most
pressing question, but still, very exposed.

   I made my breakfast and went into the living room to eat it.  I covered
my chest and peeped out of the window.  I started to lower the blinds.

   I could leave the blinds open.  I paused with my hand still on the cord
to lower the blinds.  I glanced out of the window.  We lived in a standard
semi-detached house.  There was a tall hedge that ran along the length of
the garden wall, only broken by double gates that lead onto the driveway.
The driveway was long enough to fit two cars one behind the other, and the
front garden was the same depth less a narrow pathway to the front door. 
It was fairly secluded from the road and looking from the pavement outside
the gates you could see into the living room, but as the house was very
slightly higher than the road unless I stood in the window you couldn't see
me.

   All those observations are all very well and good, but try sitting in
the front room of your house with no clothes on.  The chances of someone
seeing you are very slim, but if anyone came up the drive for whatever
reason to get to the front door they had to walk passed the windows, and
the natural reaction when walking passed a window is to have a nosey.  Or
is that just me?  Either way, I was very naked and would have no warning
before anyone saw me.  I switched the TV on to try and distract myself, but
I was hyper-aware of how exposed I was.  My entire body was tingling with
excitement as I sat on the sofa and I could feel myself getting turned on.

   My phone vibrated on the sofa next to me and I nearly leapt out of my
skin.  "Fucking hell," I said to myself as I picked it up, my heart
pounding out of my chest again.  It was my friend, Hanna.

   "Hey," I said as I answered the phone.

   "Hi.  Still alive?" she asked.

   "Just," I replied, "How are you feeling?"

   "Like shit," she said with a giggle.  "Are you up?"

   "Yeah," I said.

   "Are you naked?" she asked.  I could tell by her tone she wasn't
expecting a positive answer and to be honest if she had been half as drunk
as me I was impressed that she had even remembered our conversation.  My
lack of answer or just ignoring her question and changing the subject was
all she needed and she put two and two together.  "No way...  are you
naked?" she asked giggling.

   I could still have lied and said that of course, I wasn't naked, but I
didn't, again I hesitated.  "Maybe a little bit naked," I said after a few
seconds.

   "You can't be a little bit naked," Hanna said with a giggle, "You are
either naked or you aren't," she said.

   Before I had time to reply I felt my phone buzz and she requested a
video call.  "No way," I said declining her request, "I am naked," I
confirmed.

   "Awesome," she said laughing, "Where are you?" she asked.

   "Living room," I replied.

   "And you are naked?" she asked.

   "Yep," I replied, "Blinds open and everything."

   "Bull shit," she said, "You don't have the balls for that," she added as
she requested a video chat again.

   I switched her to speaker phone and lined up the preview of my camera so
it was only showing my face and shoulders.  I accepted the video call
invite.  The call switched and after a short delay as the video feed sorted
itself out I could see her looking at me and she could see me.  "Ooooo bare
shoulders," Hanna said sarcastically, "So brave, no way are you nude."

   She wanted me to prove it.  We are best mates, she has seen me naked
hundreds of times.  Changing during sleepovers, at the gym, at swimming etc
etc, so her seeing me naked wasn't really an issue.  Broadcasting it over
the internet was a little worrying, but I trusted her fully so I knew even
if she did record it she wouldn't be a bitch about it.  What made me
hesitate was the situation.  Yes, she has seen me naked, and if we were at
swimming we would share a family-changing cubicle and strip naked with no
hesitation.  We would barely even look at each other.  Flashing on camera
though was a lot higher stakes.  She would be looking at my body as opposed
to just seeing it.

   "I am," I said as I covered my boobs with my left hand and arm before
lowering the camera so she could see down to my tummy.

   "And the blinds are open?" she asked.  I turned the camera around so she
could see around the room and see that the blinds were open.  "That is
awesome," she said.

   "Terrifying," I said focusing the camera back on my face and smiling at
her.

   "Impressed," she said nodding her head approvingly, "Bottomless as
well?" she asked.

   "Yep," I said nodding my head.

   "Prove it," she said grinning at me.

   "No way am I flashing my pussy on camera," I replied shaking my head to
further cement the response.

   "Eww yeah, good point, don't wanna see that," she said giggling, "Use
your hand to cover yourself, go on, dare you."

   I stared at her for a few seconds as I considered her dare.  I was of
course going to do it, it was just logistics.  I shifted my seating
position so I was sitting normally and without my feet tucked up on the
sofa underneath me.  I looked down at myself and plucked up the courage.  I
looked at Hanna who was just smiling back at me as she waited.  I placed my
left hand between my legs to cover myself and then quickly pivoted the
camera for her.  Even though my pussy was covered it was obvious I was
naked and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

   "Fucking hell Sophie," she said laughing out loud, "Oh my God, crazy
bitch.  What if someone comes to the door?" she asked.

   "If they look through the window...  they see me naked," I replied
moving the camera back to just my face and smiling at her.

   "That is AWESOME!" she said giggling, "Oh my God I hope someone catches
you."

   "Cheers, some mate you are," I said sarcastically.

   "Oh come on, flashing is no fun unless someone sees you," she said
grinning.

   "Funny you should say that," I said, "Mum saw my bum.  Brother saw the
lot," I said before telling her about earlier.

   "Oops," she said, "Has Graham seen you naked before?" she asked.

   "Not like that," I said, "He has walked in on me before, but he had a
full frontal view of me for a fair few seconds."

   "Oh well, makes it even," she said shrugging her shoulders, "You have
seen him haven't you?"

   "Yeah," I said nodding my head.

   "So are you really going to spend all day naked?" she asked.

   "We will see," I said, "That was the dare though wasn't it?"

   "Yeah it was," she said, "That has made my day.  I can't believe you are
downstairs and naked."

   "Anyway, what are you wearing?" I asked.  I could see that she was in
bed, and knew that she did sometimes sleep naked.

   "Vest style nightie thing," she said as she lifted the duvet and gave me
a quick flash, "And panties.  Way more than you," she added sticking her
tongue out at me.

   "I dare you to be naked all day as well," I said.

   "No way," she said shaking her head, "Full house here."

   "Being caught is what makes it fun," I said grinning at her.

   "Yeah, a small chance of being caught is fun, just walking around your
house where Mum, Dad and brother are guaranteed to see your pussy tits and
ass is just embarrassing," she said.

   We chatted for a while longer before she said that she was going to get
up and make some lunch as she was hungry.  We hung up and I could probably
eat as well.  I got up and went into the kitchen.  I flicked the kettle on
and took a packet of super noodles out of the cupboard.  It was then that I
saw the washing machine and remembered I had been asked to hang the washing
out.  I grinned to myself as I considered hanging the washing out naked.

   Our back garden is surrounded by 7-foot high fences all around, so being
seen from neighbouring gardens was extremely unlikely.  The houses however
if anyone was in the upstairs windows either side would be able to see into
the garden and by extension see me naked.  I opened the washing machine and
took out the stuff.  I hung the underwear and socks onto the separate
device for drying them and placed it on the table.  I sorted the rest out,
which consisted of ten items.

   I looked out of the window and tried to talk myself into it.  I unlocked
the back door and opened it.  I stood in the doorway for a few seconds as I
tried to pluck up the courage.  The sun was out, but it was still fairly
cold and as the cold air licked between my legs and across my nipples I
felt the tingle of excitement.  I loved being exposed and the idea of being
naked in public was a massive fantasy of mine.  Okay, it was a very tenuous
claim for it being public as it was a private back garden, but even so,
buzzing and the slight dizziness of adrenaline.

   I just had to do it, if I went outside and someone was overlooking the
garden we would see each other at the same time.  The washing line was in
the centre of the garden, which was around 5 meters from the house.  I
looked around the kitchen and saw a pile of clean, dry towels.  I grabbed
one and wrapped it around myself.  Being tiny it easily covered me.  I
grabbed the underwear and took it outside.  Hanging it on the line I
clipped it in place and looked into the windows that overlooked the garden.
They were all clear, from what I could see anyway.

   I went back inside again and scooped up half of the items.  I faced the
houses as I hung the washing out and watched the windows.  There was no
movement or any sort of life in any of the windows and I went back inside
to get the second half of the washing.  As I stepped towards the door I
tugged at the towel that was tucked into itself by my shoulder.  That was
all that was holding the towel up and as the tuck slipped out the towel
slipped to the floor.  Avoiding hesitation as I would lose confidence I
strode out into the garden barely breaking stride.

   My heart was thumping in my chest and I watched the windows like a hawk
as I hung out the washing.  I was outside for less than 30 seconds, but it
felt like a lifetime and the relief was overwhelming as I stepped back into
the house.  I also felt a bit disappointed that no one had caught me. 
Hanna was right, half the fun is being caught, or at least the risk of
being caught.  I had negated the majority of the risk except for a
neighbour having perfect timing to look outside in the 60 seconds when I
was exposed.

   I folded the towel up again and put it back on the pile.  I made my
lunch and sat at the breakfast bar to eat it.  I went back into the living
room and felt the buzz of adrenaline as I walked back in with no hesitation
and didn't check if there was no one coming to the door.  There wasn't, but
even so, it felt so good and I was massively turned on.  It had been less
than two hours and being naked was already starting to become normalized. A
couple of hours ago I was tippy-toeing around the house, checking rooms
before I went into them.  Checking that the coast was clear and just
paranoia in case someone had come home and I hadn't heard them.  I was now
just confidently striding around the house as though I was decent.

   I sat on the sofa and switched the TV back on, but my legs were not as
crossed as they had been earlier.  I gently teased my hand down between my
legs and stroked my fingers over my clit.  "Oh wow," I breathed as I felt
the pleasure flood through my body.  I quickly focused in on my clit and
what had started as a casual stroke quickly became a legs open fingering. I
was staring at the front window as I rubbed circles on and around my clit
with my fingers.  I have no idea why I was looking at the window, if anyone
looked in we would see each other at the same time so either way they were
seeing me doing what I was doing.  Better the devil you know though I
guess, if I am going to get caught I had may as well know I have been
caught.

   "Oh fuck..." I whispered softly to myself and as my eyes rolled into the
back of my head I closed them for a few seconds.  I blinked them back into
focus again and stared at the front window.  They rolled again and I pushed
a little harder and circled a little faster.  "Yes...  yes yes..." I
whispered as I bucked my hips against my fingers as I chased orgasm.

   I knew that I wouldn't last long, I could get myself off quickly,
especially if I was horny and this was just release.  My body just needed
to orgasm and that is what I was going to give it.  I teased my entrance
with my index finger and it was instantly surrounded by warmth.  I grinned
to myself and didn't even penetrate passed the second knuckle.  I pulled my
finger out, added my middle finger and pushed two fingers inside myself. 
My body resisted slightly at the larger penetration but easily took my two
fingers.

   I sank down on the sofa so I was slouched with my bum towards the front
of the seat cushion.  It was a fairly deep sofa and my tiny frame allowed
me to almost lay on the seat.  My shoulder blades and head were still
against the back of the sofa, but other than that I was on my back with my
legs open.  With just my right hand I fingered myself and rubbed at my clit
with my thumb.  I saw my phone light up, but ignored it.  I was close to
cumming and I wasn't stopping now.

   Pushing two fingers as deep into myself as I could I changed the angle
to add a bit of extra depth.  Using the fingers of my left hand I rubbed at
my clit.  My legs were wide open as I fingered myself.  "Oh fuck...  yes,"
I said slightly louder than a whisper.  Speeding up with my fingers I
stroked them in and out of myself.  Curling them forwards and pushing
against the front wall of my pussy I raced to orgasm.  "Come on...  cum," I
urged myself.

   I stopped rubbing myself off and grabbed my own bum.  I squeezed it as
hard as I could until it hurt and then squeezed a little harder.  Switching
to my breasts I pinched my left nipple between my thumb and index finger.
"Mmmmmmm yes," I breathed as I tried to tease my body to climax.  I
squeezed harder and twisted my nipple until it hurt.  Still playing with my
nipples I started to gently stroke my clit and between my legs.  Gently at
first, but gradually picked up the pace as my body responded.  "Ohhh
fuck... yes...  cum Sophie...  cum," I urged myself as my body surrendered.

   A wave of pleasure washed over me as my entire body went tense.  Still
squeezing my nipple harder than was probably required and thrusting my
fingers in and out of myself I orgasmed.  Home alone I let it go slightly
and although I was very short of screaming orgasm levels of climax I let
myself orgasm audibly.  Rocking my hips and switching my vice grip on my
nipple to rubbing my clit again I finished myself off noisily.  "Yes yes
yes yes YES!" I gasped as I fucked myself.

   I stopped and let my legs fold together as I caught my breath.  I looked
out the window and was very relieved to not have an audience.  After a few
moments, I checked my phone.  It was an Amazon notification that a delivery
was nine stops away, and that was five minutes ago.  I checked the
interactive map and the delivery was now five stops away.  I felt a wave of
excitement as I considered answering the door naked.

   I knew that I wouldn't as I wasn't that brave.  The turn-on was the risk
of getting caught, not actually being caught.  That was just plain
embarrassing.  I started debating with myself in my head.  There was a
chance the delivery would fit through the letterbox, in which case all of
my thoughts were null and void, but if the delivery driver knocked how
would I answer the door?  Naked was off the table from the get-go, I just
wasn't that brave.  The idea excited me massively, but I didn't have the
nerve for that.  Topless?  I considered to myself, just panties?  Or
shorts? Even that was not going to happen.  In the end, I decided on
sleepwear, which sounds fairly tame, but I have some fairly interesting
sleepwear.  One of my ex-boyfriends was massively into the sexy bedroom
play sort of thing and he bought me some pretty cool outfits.

   I had roughly five minutes as I rifled through my underwear and PJ's
drawer.  I opted for a camisole over a chemise just purely as a camisole is
shorter.  A chemise would easily cover my underwear, whereas a camisole
would stop around my waist.  My choice was decided for me as it was the
first set that I found.  A white silk camisole and panties set.  The
camisole came down to my hips so you could see my underwear, but not in a
revealing sort of way, more a playful sort of way.  The panties were also
silk and although they were a boyshort style they were as small as you
could possibly get.  I put it on and checked myself in the mirror.  I
twisted to the sides to see what I looked like and grinned to myself.  My
ex was a pervert, but you have to hand it to him, it does look fucking
awesomely sexy.

   I also remembered that this particular set was not fully opaque.  They
weren't fully see-through or anything like that, but where the material
hugged my body you could see through it.  That was my nipples and my pussy.
Neither were glaringly visible, just a shadowy impression of what was
hidden beneath, you could just about make out the darker skin of my areola
and between my legs, you could see the line where my most intimate bits
were tucked away.  I was glad I was shaved, as having hair down there would
have made it very obvious the panties were see-through.  I hesitated, but I
heard the doorbell so this was it.  Either grab my dressing gown or go for
it.  My heart was pounding in my chest again and my inner voice was
screaming, "OH MY GOD, DO IT!!"

   The doorbell went again and I hurried downstairs.  I checked the time
and it was almost 1 pm.  "Yeah, sec," I said through the closed door as I
could see them through the frosted glass.  I unlatched the door and opened
it towards me standing behind it.  "Sorry, lay in," I said smiling at him.
He was in his mid-30s and was our usual Amazon delivery driver.

   "No worries Miss," he said as he eyed what he could see, which was
basically my top half down to around the bottom of my ribcage.  "Delivery
for Graham," he said.

   "Yeah, thanks," I said as I wondered what he had ordered.  We all used
the same Amazon account to save on delivery costs so we all got
notifications on the app, which can lead to embarrassing situations.  In
short, if you are ordering anything a bit naughty make sure you are in the
correct account.  There would be much blushing involved if a notification
of a new order went to your whole family and it was "Girl's dream maker,
12-inch whizzy buzzing magician.  Guaranteed to make you go cross-eyed and
squeal."

   "Needs a signature," he said holding the tablet towards me.

   "Oh yeah, sure," I said abandoning the partial safety of the door and
stepping out into the doorway.  A smile cracked across his face and I felt
a rush of excitement as I took the tablet off him.  I signed what was
nothing like my signature, can anyone use those tablets where you sign with
your finger?  I know I can't.

   The cool outside air surrounded me as I stood in the doorway and I felt
my nipples stiffen underneath the silk material of my camisole.  They were
not designed for modesty, they were designed to look cute, slinky and sexy.
I knew that my nipples would be glaringly obvious through the top and that
was before his eyes wandered south and stared at them.  I handed him back
the tablet and after a short delay where he was just gawping at my body, he
noticed and took it off me.  "Thanks, Miss," he said as he nodded his head,
"Have a good day."

   "Cheers, you too," I replied.

   "I think my day has peeked," he said smiling at me warmly before walking
back down the driveway again, but not before another full body scan of me
with his eyes.

   I know in this day and age it isn't overly PC to admire and judge a girl
on how she looks, but fuck me, it still felt good and was a massive ego
boost.  God gave me it so I had may as well have fun with it while I could.
As I closed the door I felt a mix of pure excitement, but also regret.  Not
regret that I had just opened the door in what was effectively sexy
underwear to a stranger, but the regret was that I hadn't been brave enough
to do it topless or even have done it naked.  My heart fluttered at the
thought of doing that naked and I felt a tingle down the length of my spine
and a warmth between my legs.

   I went back upstairs and stripped, leaving the nightwear on my bed.  I
went back downstairs and continued my day as normal, except for not wearing
anything.  It was fairly uneventful as I went about a sleepy Saturday
afternoon just watching TV and I even went and got a book at some point to
read.  I rarely got time to read, I was very easily distracted and the
hustle and bustle of a busy household was all it took to make me lose my
place or not follow the story properly.  It was lovely, so nice to have
peace and quiet and I wished that I could afford my own place to have this
level of peace and quiet every day if I wanted.  As I wasn't even working
part-time at the moment it was a pipe dream and had no way of becoming a
reality.  Still though, it would be awesome, I would also save a fortune on
clothes as I could just be naked when at home.

   At half 4 the sun started to set and I remembered the washing.  I got up
and looked outside.  I unlocked the door and opened it.  The temperature
had dropped several degrees now and it was no longer cool, it was fecking
freezing.  Probably not actually that cold, but in my current state of
undress it was cold, I felt the cold anyway, so I really wasn't helping
myself.  I slipped on a pair of my trainers that were by the back door and
stepped out into the garden.  I crept forwards looking backwards at the
windows of each neighbour.  Satisfied no one was looking out I started to
remove the washing from the line.

   It took me three trips to get everything inside and each time I went
outside I crept into the open checking and double-checking the windows as I
went.  I went back inside and remembered that I had left the tub of pegs on
the grass.  I cursed myself and unlocked the door again.  I went outside
and picked it up.  It was ridiculously full as for no reason mum thought
she needed a billion pegs at all times and of course, a few fell out.  I
picked them up and turned around.  I saw movement in the upstairs window to
the left.  My eyes were drawn to the window and I saw my neighbour looking
out at me with a very large smile on his face.  He was elderly and lived
there will his wife of 60 years.  He was cute and friendly and as
neighbours, we got on well, he had also now seen me naked.

   "Fuck," I said to myself as I covered myself.  Now I always assumed the
act of covering myself in 'oh shit, caught naked' situations would be a
fairly routine procedure.  Pussy, boobs, ass in that order of priority, if
only one option was able to be covered in any situation like you were
carrying a box of pegs, then hand between legs at the very least.  In
reality, what I did was total panic and ended up just scurrying back to the
safety of the house covering nothing of any importance.

   I slammed the door closed in my panic and swore out loud.  "Fuck fuck
fuck," I said as I had just been caught.  I wasn't upset I had been caught
naked, I was more worried that he would mention it in casual conversation.
I could of course deny it, but why would he make it up in the first place?
I could just shrug and play it off as not even worth talking about.  Or, I
could come up with a billion excuses, none of which were viable, as
ultimately I did it for the buzz and for sexual excitement.  Or I could
stop Catastrophising and just get on with it.  How would it come up in
conversation?  "Oh hi there neighbour, saw your daughter naked the other
day." Hardly.

   I grinned to myself, I hated it when Hanna was right, but yeah, the risk
of being caught was what made it fun and actually getting caught was a
massive adrenaline rush.  The panic and removal of control from yourself as
someone sees you naked and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
You cant even shout at them for barging into your private space without
warning, you just have to suck it up and accept that it happened, and oops.

   My phone lit up with a message from Mum.

   Mum -- Hey love, we are staying over so you will have the house to
yourself.  Make sure you lock the front door before you go to bed.  Hope
you are feeling better

   Me -- Yeah, thanks, feeling alive again.  Washing is done, where do you
want it?

   Mum -- Just throw it in our room for now.

   I took the washing upstairs as it was currently just abandoned on the
dining table at the moment.  When I got back downstairs I had a missed call
from Hanna.  I rang her back and put her on speaker phone so I didn't have
to hold the phone.

   "Hi, you rang?" I said when she picked up.

   "Yeah, just being nosey," she said, "Are ya still naked?"

   "Yep," I said confidently.

   "That is awesome," she said giggling, "Have you been naked all day
then?"

   "Pretty much," I replied.  "Amazon delivery earlier though."

   "Should have done it naked," she said.

   "You know the white camisole set I have..." I said.

   "I do," she said hesitantly as she waited for more detail, but I didn't
offer anything else.  "Just that?" she asked.

   "Uh-huh," I replied.

   "Wow.  The see-through one?" she asked, but it was rhetorical as she
knew the answer, "That is awesome.  Jealous."

   "You do it as well then," I prompted.  Her family were fairly liberal,
much more liberal than mine were, if I walked around the house wearing
anything less than head-to-toe body armour I was told to get dressed.  That
is maybe a little overly dramatic, but if I left my room in a vest and very
conservative panties that I had clearly slept in it would be commented on.
They weren't stuffy with it or anything like that, it was just how they
were.  Hanna didn't make a habit of walking around her house naked, but she
would think nothing of making herself a drink wearing just a towel or a
t-shirt.  On a family holiday a while back she was sharing a room with her
brother and after a few uncomfortably warm nights she slept in just her
panties and to hell with her brother seeing

   her.  I would never be that braisen, to her though it was just more
practical and it is only her brother, who cares if he sees her.  It was a
big ask though to get her to go naked like I am.

   "How about no," she said flatly.

   "Wimp," I goaded.

   "Are you going to stay naked tomorrow as well?" she asked.

   She had me there, as I wasn't willing to do what I was suggesting she
did, so I didn't really have a leg to stand on.  I just changed the
subject. "Neighbour saw me naked," I said.

   "Oops, which one?" she asked.

   "Right side," I said, "Mr Jones," I said.

   "Made his day I bet," she said laughing, "What happened?"

   "Well I was maybe getting the washing in..." I began, but she cut me
off.

   "Outside?  Naked?" she asked sounding a mix of surprised and impressed.

   "Uh-huh.  Well, I had trainers on," I said, "Three trips, no issue,
forgot the pegs, got complacent, full frontal," I said.

   "Oops indeed," she said laughing.  "Have you braved eating today yet?"
she asked.

   "Yeah, had a light lunch," I said, "Hangover hungry now though. 
Deciding what to have."

   "Do the pizza dare," she said.

   I smiled to myself.  It had been a fantasy to do that forever but I had
never really had the opportunity or been brave enough.  "Dunno," I said.

   "Go on, dare ya," she urged, "Tell you what, if you do it I will pay for
your pizza."

   "Large pizza?" I asked.

   "Yep," she replied.

   "And chicken wings?  I asked.

   "Yep," she said, "Fully naked, no covering, full frontal naked," she
added.

   I grinned to myself as I considered her offer.  A takeaway pizza was
going to be $30 and as a none working student that was most of my cash.  I
say my cash, it was most of the cash I had 'borrowed' from my parents that
was left after my night out.  "And you will pay?" I confirmed.

   "Yep," she said, "You have to be naked though, hallway lights on, no
hiding behind the door or anything like that."

   "How will you know if I actually do it?" I asked.

   "Well I was just going to trust you, but now you mention it," she said
as I could hear her mind working, "You can WhatsApp video call me and place
your phone in the hallway so I can watch as well."

   "So two people see me naked, hardly seems fair," I said.

   "I have seen you naked loads," she said giggling again.  "Are you
wimping out?"

   "Nope," I said confidently, "If you pay, I will do it."

   "Deal," she said, "What do you want?"

   "Uh, pepperoni, stuffed crust.  Small box of chicken wings," I said.

   "Hot?  Mild?  Smoky?" she said as she listed a few of the many chicken
wing options.

   "Just mild," I said.

   "Okay dokay," she said while she (I assume) sorted the order on her
phone.  "Fucking hell, 28 bucks.  Robbing bastards."

   "I know, piss take isn't it?" I replied.

   "Slightly," she said, "Anyway, you really doing it?  I will hunt you
down for my 28 bucks if you wimp out."

   "Yep, I will do it," I said.

   "Naked.  No covering.  No hiding.  Lights on.  I see it as well," she
clarified.

   "Yep, yep, yep, yep and yep," I said.

   "Sweet!  Okay ordered," she said, "ETA, 20 minutes."

   "Okay," I said.  I carried the phone into the hallway and turned the
lights on.  I placed the phone on the old telephone table and angled it so
it was facing the front door.  I switched the call to video and waited a
few seconds for it to connect.  "That view okay?" I asked.

   "Er...  yeah," she said, "Ring me when they get there."

   "Will do," I said.

   "You are soooooo wimping out of this," she teased.

   I didn't reply.  I just ended the video call and left my phone where I
had set it up.  I was nervous, I spent the next 20 minutes clock watching
and pacing around as reality set in what I had just agreed to.  The fantasy
was awesome, the reality could be totally different.  What if they
complained instead of laughing about it?  What if the delivery driver was a
girl?  Would that be better or worse?  I honestly didn't know.  I nearly
messaged Hanna and told her I would give her the money, but each time I
walked towards my phone something kicked in and I didn't send any such
message.

   I was watching out of the window and I saw a car pull up.  It was
branded, so unless one of my neighbours had ordered from the same place at
the same sort of time then this was it.  I video-called Hanna and she
picked up instantly.  "Are they there?" she asked.

   "Yep," I said poking my head in front of the camera, "They have just
pulled up," I added.

   "Awesome," she said smiling at me, "One public viewing order of Sophie's
pussy, tits and ass coming right up," she added with a cheeky grin.

   The doorbell went and I nearly wimped out again, but after a second's
hesitation I didn't I walked towards the door which would have given Hanna
a full view of my bare back and bum.  I paused at the door, took a deep
breath and opened it.  I stepped back as I opened it so the door didn't hit
me and I just stood in the doorway fully lit and naked.  "Oh wow," the
delivery driver said staring at me.  They were male, early twenties I would
guess, and they were very much staring at my nudity.  He seemingly forgot
why he was there and for the next few seconds, he just alternated looking
at my breasts and pussy.  "I assume you lost?" he asked grinning at me.

   "Yeah, something like that," I said.  My head was spinning and my heart
was beating so hard I was sure I could actually hear it pounding in my
chest.

   "Erm, large pepperoni, stuffed crust, small chicken wings, mild," he
said as he handed me the two boxes.

   "Ta," I said taking them off him.

   "Have a good night," he said.

   "Thanks, you too," I said automatically.

   "Oh I have," he said smiling at me.  "Super cute," he added as he left
and I closed the door.

   I closed the door and took a deep breath.  I also realised that as I
span around to walk towards my phone Hanna was about to get a full frontal
view.  It was too late now though and I picked the phone up switching her
back to voice only.  "That qualify?" I asked.

   "Fucking yes it does," she said laughing loudly.  "Fucking hell Sophie.
Made his fucking year!"

   "Such a buzz," I said, "Sooo terrifying."

   "I sooooooooooo need to do that," she said, "Fucking hell, awesome."

   "Totally buzzing," I said hearing the excitement in my voice.

   "I bet," she said.  "You look super cute shaved as well.  Have you
always been shaved?" she asked.  As I have said, she has seen me naked
loads, but even though she has seen me countless times, she has never
actually looked, if that makes sense.

   "Pretty much yeah," I said, "Since I used to swim, it was just easier."

   "Looks cute," she said, "Do you pay for it or DIY?" she asked.

   "DIY.  Imagine asking Dad for that money?  Hey Dad, can I have $40 to
get my twat waxed?"

   "Ha, yeah, good point, I didn't think of that," she said laughing.

   "I use the Veet stuff, dead easy and lasts for a few weeks as well," I
added.

   "Awesome, I may try it," she said, "I will leave you to your well-earned
food.  Speak soon."

   "Cheers for the food," I said as we hung up and I went into the living
room to have my chicken and pizza.  I would have to be careful as Mum would
kick my ass if she knew I was eating on her cream Italian leather sofa, but
what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.