Nude in Public
Sara was alarmed, her heart pounded and the blood rushed to her face and the flush quickly spread downwards. As her blush reached her breasts her nipples stiffened and she felt another arousal in her vulva which became hot and wet and her clit stiffened. Her arousal merged with her fear. Was this it? Naked in public in broad daylight for all to see her? She spluttered ‘It had all seemed a great idea last night at Alice’s and being outside nude felt good in the dark. Now here with you all is OK, you are great and I have become comfortable but I’m scared, really scared, of going out like this.’
‘We all had a first time and yes it was scary going to town nude.’ Jane’s sister smiles reassuringly. ‘I’ve been naked at home and visiting nudist resorts for half my life but driving into town and getting out of the car naked four weeks ago, the day after the vote was won, was really scary. Even now I still get butterflies and haven’t yet dared go into to the mall wearing just the tiny apron that is all they require.’
Jane took Sara’s hand and squeezed it. ‘Come on you’ll be fine I know you will, and I can see that certain parts of you really want to.’ Jane looked pointedly at Sara’s hard nipples and her swollen labia. Picking up her purse and waving her mothers keys she headed out through the side yard gate.
Sara stood up shakily and started to follow. She was scared but also really aroused. Sara shuddered and red faced follow Jane through the gate which was solid and lead through a privacy fence separating the private yard from the grass and parking area in front of the house. ‘We are thinking of getting rid of that fence.’ Jane told Sara as they went through. ‘Now we don’t need to hide any more it is a bit of a nuisance.’
Sara followed hesitantly and still embarrassed was hardly listening as they went around the house into the driveway area. She began to panic as first one car and then another passed. Gripping her hand firmly Jane lead her over to her mother’s Toyota convertible and fumbled with the key.
At that moment a young couple, neatly dressed in smart “going to church” summer clothes appeared around a curve in the sidewalk. Sara grabbed the door handle trying to hide in the car but to no avail as Jane had not yet unlocked it. Still gripping her hand she lead Sara towards the couple. ‘Hi Robert hi Daphne when are you going to come and swim in our pool?’
‘Hi Jane, when you let us wear our swimsuits that’s when. You are all much too daring for us. And preacher would give us hell,’ Daphne replied.
‘Don’t be scared there is a first time for everyone. Like my friend Sara here.’ Jane held up Sara’s hand which she had been trying to hide her crotch with. ‘As you can see by her tan lines she only took her top off in public for the first time last night.’
Robert looked hard at Sara having difficulty lifting his eyes up to her face. ‘Hi Sara.’ he said grinning.
Daphne looked less happy and looked her determinedly in the eye but forced a little smile. ‘Pleased to meet you Sara.’
Sara still aroused, blushing and shaking with fear had to work hard to control her expression and hide her emotions. Finally she managed a smile and held out the hand which she had been holding across her breasts. Shaking with first Daphne and then Robert. ‘Pleased to meet you too,’ she stuttered, feeling acutely embarrassed.
‘I think you are very brave, wrong but brave.’ Daphne replied.
Robert’s smile was almost a leer. ‘I’m happy to know any friend of Jane’s.’
Jane unlocked the car and they got in. ‘See, even straight religious people are getting used to it. They are on their way to Robert’s parents house straight from the Baptist church service. A month ago their preacher was ranting against the decadence of the option on the poll. Now hardly a frown even if Robert has still to learn where to look.’ She started the car and they drove off. ‘I’ve known Robert most of my life, before he married Daphne he used to live just on the next block, where his parents still live.’ Jane headed the car onto the main highway towards town.
‘Isn’t that the store just over there?’ asked Sara and they passed a local convenience store she had seen on a previous visit.
‘Not going to that one. We are going where the best mayonnaise is. The little deli on Main Street.’
‘But there will be lots of people there and we may have to park hundreds of yards from the shop.’
‘That’s the general idea, to give people a bit of a show and get you over your nerves.’
‘I will just stay in the car.’
‘Oh no you won’t! I want to introduce you to Conchita she has been very bold putting the “CO” sign up but so far has not dared to even remove her top.’
‘Help! – Jane! – I’m no way ready for this.’ Sara grew very agitated.
‘Sure you are, a gentle stroll down main street. Meet and chat with a few friends and do a little shopping. What could be better?’
‘Some clothes, that would be better.’
‘You get to wear clothes tomorrow to go to work. Now you are going to get over your inhibitions and greet people as your real self.’
Sara shuddered and her face and neck reddened but her vulva was becoming even wetter and her nipples were hardening again. She had often imagined dressing as Peter wanted her to and masturbated as she did so. Now it was coming to be real, frighteningly real. She continued to mutter protests but knew inside that she would give in. Jane fished a tissue out of the door box. ‘You’re dripping on the seat towel,’ she said as she wiped Sara’s pubic area.
The short journey into town only lasted a few minutes and Jane pulled into a parking space only two doors from the deli. Main street was quiet at mid day on Sundays but a good number of stores were open and there was a small crowd of people seated outside Starbucks. They stopped in a diagonal parking bay facing the curb, directly opposite Starbucks.
Sara was still shaking and sweating. How could she do this? Get out of the car and approach the sidewalk with people going by and then walk past Starbucks only feet from the people sitting at the outside tables! ‘No! No! No!’ she cried.
Jane leaned over and held her. ‘You will be OK, you CAN do this. You know you want to really.’ She hugged her right there in the car.
Sara hugged her back feeling her hard nipples press against Jane’s chest. After several minutes she relaxed somewhat. Her arousal was getting the better of her embarrassment. ‘OK you win. But I don’t have any shoes with me.’ Sara had been barefoot all morning and had somehow forgotten this detail when they rushed out of the house and into the car.
Jane mostly went barefoot in the summer and had not thought about shoes for either of them. Getting out of the car she tipped the drivers seat forward and found a pair of flip-flop’s her mother had left in the rear foot well. She then went round opened the passenger door and leaned in. She had her back to the tables outside Starbucks and there was a sudden round of applause.
A male voice called out, ‘Hi Jane, beautiful buns.’
Jane stood up turned around and took a little bow. ‘Hey Dennis I’m glad you like it but there’s no need to shout out like that. If you enjoy seeing buns out in the sunshine then start showing your own and you will see more of other people’s.’ She turned back to the car where Sara was sitting with her leg raised hiding her vulva and her arm strategically across her breasts. She was looking red and alarmed but her nipples, not quite covered were still rock hard.
Handing her the shoes Jane said, ‘sorry take your time,’ and closed the door. She then strolled over to the Starbucks porch which was crowded with teens. Mostly high school juniors and seniors. Three of the four tables were occupied by clothed students with just one or two topless or nearly so. The fourth was the other way round. All five people there were topless and one boy and two girls were totally naked.
Looking at the two nearest to the street Jane laughed aloud, ‘I like the skirts. Do you wear yours to work Ronnie?’ His was a short tartan kilt hers a shocking pink ruffled micro mini. Neither were sitting in a way that their genital were hidden.
My work kilt is longer, or I usually wear a fairly long tunic.’ he added with a grin. ‘I would like to wear this or go nude but Sara, my supervisor, is so straight laced that I haven’t dared yet. She only ever wears long pants and looks daggers if my dick peeps out below my kilt even a little.’
Sara viewed the scene through the car’s tinted windows, relieved to have a reprieve, but at the same time her heart was pounding by the nearness of exposure. She watched the naked Jane standing bold and confident talking to the people seated on Starbuck’s porch. First she stopped to talk to those on the fully clothed end, which resulted in one girl unbuttoning her top, and then moved on to the nude and scantily clad ones at the other end whom she seemed to know well.
Sara couldn’t see all of the people she was chatting with, their heads were obscured by a pillar with a vine growing up it; but she was obviously having fun and they were very friendly.
She bent down and put the flip flops on and then steeling herself and still shaking she opened the car door and stepped out. Sara found herself totally nude in main street with dozens of men and women staring at her naked body. She was shaking but feeling her labia to be on fire and wetness between her thighs was threatening to become a flood.
She panicked and started to get back in but Jane returned to the car as she started to sit down. She grasped Sara’s hand and pulled her back upright. Then she drew her towards the porch and Sara had no option but to accompany her. ‘Meet Sara, and be gentle please guys, it’s her first day out clothes free.’
‘Sara, wow you’ve gone total!’ exclaimed the young woman in the pink ruffle skirt.
Sara felt mortified, now she could see her face she saw that it was Maryanne who worked in packing and dispatch at Nutech, the computer and tech retailer, where she was supervisor in the on-line orders department. Seated beside her was Ronnie the 18 year old tech intern who’s party she had been to the night before. ‘Hi Maryanne, Hi Ronnie,’ Sara gave them a very embarrassed smile.
At work Maryanne was known for an adventurous way of dressing. She often wore a minimal sarong and t-shirt outfit or dresses so short that it was obvious that she didn’t wear panties. Ronnie often wore a belted Greek style tunic shirt which was almost as revealing and short enough to flash his tackle if he sat down carelessly.
Sara had been thinking hard about work and how she would dress tomorrow, worrying, almost panicking whether any of Jane’s outfits would be discreet enough. Now she was exposed, in more ways than one and it would be all over the office before she even got there on Monday morning. She forced a smile and told Maryanne and Ronnie. ‘I had a change of heart last evening and decided “if you can’t beat them join them”. She continued in a rush, ‘Sorry Ronnie about the scene at the party’.
‘I can see from your tan lines you don’t often go nude,’ said Ronnie his eyes scanning her appreciatively up and down. ‘Nice wild bush too,’ he added with a pleasant smile.
Sara could only mutter, ‘thank you.’ and then after a pause turned away to follow Jane who was heading for the deli, ‘See you Monday and please don’t say you’ve seen me like this. Eventually I will come out about trying this new body freedom thing but I want to do it slowly.’ Both Ronnie and Michelle smiled and nodded but said nothing.
The deli was old and quaint with small pained windows and bare pine everywhere. On the door was a very new looking brightly colored circular sticker with a big ”CO” ringed by the words, “Nustock Body Freedom Association Clothing Optional Store.” in small print. They entered and saw Conchita at once. She was dressed in a long Aztec print skirt and a lacy white top. The top was partially unbuttoned barely covering the nipples on her large pendulous breasts. She smiled at Jane. ‘See I’m getting bolder, I might even take my top right off later.’
‘Do it now you know you want to,’ replied Jane. ‘Don’t you think Conchita’s beautiful breasts need some air, Sara.’
‘Definitely,’ replied Sara, ‘If you are going CO you need to walk the talk. It’s my first time out today and I’m scared as hell but at the same time I’m sure I want to carry on.’
They chatted for a while about how Conchita had had considerably more customers in the last week and many of them had been younger and often nude or near nude. These had more than outweighed the few complaints. Given confidence by the girls enthusiasm Conchita slipped her top off. She hung it on a hook within easy reach.
When they left the store Sara felt a lot more relaxed than she had previously and walked past Starbucks with her head held high. Even when they got shouted at by two middle aged women that they were ‘disgusting and should be ashamed of themselves,’ she was unperturbed and had to resist the impulse to give them the finger.’
On the way home Jane stroked her thigh and pulled over for a few minutes to give Sara a hug and a long kiss. ‘Wow you were great, I was afraid you would funk out. Now I’m going to have to give you relief for that. She briefly cupped her hand on Sara’s engorged labia.
The barbecue was well ready when they returned and they quickly added the mayonnaise to the coleslaw. ‘What took you so long?’ Felicity asked in a pained voice. ‘I really wanted the coleslaw with my steak not afterwards.’
‘Sorry we got delayed talking with some of Sara’s workmates. They were really funny. Before the man, Ronnie, saw Sara get out of the car he was slagging her off for being uptight and disapproving of people dressing scantily. You should have seen his face when Sara got out of the car stark naked.’
The girls were served with superb steaks that had been kept for them and, well fed, they relaxed in the sun chatting, swimming and even taking part in a ball game. Sara was concerned at first about her breasts bouncing around but soon forgot about it when every other woman’s did the same and nobody took any notice. The party continued well into the evening.
To be continued