The first time I went outdoors completely naked.
When I married Peter at the age of twenty-four, I became a full-time nudist, but I had always been interested in nudism. I’d never gone outside naked before, but sleeping naked was my habit. It wasn’t an issue because I had my own room. I frequently awoke in the middle of the night with the need to pee. My bedroom was on the far right, the bathroom on the far left, and my parents’ bedroom was in the middle, so I had to walk past their room to get to the bathroom. I’d always liked doing it naked. Yes! I never bothered putting on clothes to use the bathroom at night. I’d open my bedroom door and walk to the bathroom on tiptoe. Then I’d close the bathroom door as gently as I could. There was always the possibility of getting caught by Mom or Dad, but the excitement always won. I’ve even overheard my parents having sex while walking past their room.
I was fifteen at the time, and I was already in a relationship with Peter. I was more impressed than surprised when he told me about his nudist family. I acted as if I had no idea who the nudists were. As he continued to describe more about his family, I became more interested in his lifestyle, and I wouldn’t lie if I said that everything he said nothing but excited me. My panties were soaked in my pussy juice, but I didn’t tell him about it. How could I say that imagining my boyfriend’s family members naked made me wet? I had always desired a life similar to his, and he was living it! When he told me about naked hiking, skinny dipping, and other such activities, it sparked an idea in me. I decided to try outdoor nudism.
If he and his family can do it, so can I. I pondered.
I eventually decided to do a little outdoor nudism on Sunday. I wasn’t brave enough to go outside naked during the day, so I selected the evening. I spent the entire day watching videos of women strolling naked along the street. I placed myself in their shoes. People were staring at them in the video. A few people were laughing, some were taking pictures, and others ignored the naked women. Surprisingly, the naked girls didn’t seem to mind at all. They were smiling, letting people take pictures, and occasionally posing for the audience.
“They definitely enjoy the attention,” I mumbled to myself.
After dinner, I returned to my room and sat with a pen and paper. I wanted to plan out how and where I would go. The final strategy took a little time to come together. I had been horny all day but did not touch myself. If I had masturbated, I wouldn’t have been as horny, and I might have ditched the plan. I was waiting for the right time to arrive. To pass the time, I watched more public nudity videos. I sat on the bed, my legs apart, and one finger caressed the smooth curve of my vertical lips.
“Olivia, you’re really wet!” I mumbled to myself while slipping one finger inside. Then I took my finger out of my cunt and savored the sticky, glistening discharge that had covered it. I kept doing this until my pussy was filled with more saliva than juice.
I looked at my phone. It was just past midnight.
That was the perfect moment! I pulled the spaghetti-strap top over my head and slipped the skimpy panties down my ankles. I strolled over to the bedroom door and opened it halfway, keeping it as quiet as possible. I gazed around the living room. Phew! It was dark and empty. My parents were asleep in their room, or so I assumed. I entered the living room and closed the door of my bedroom behind me. Then I took the keys from the table, opened the front door, and for the first time, my bare feet spoke to the warm concrete. I was butt-naked on the street! I felt a shiver run up my spine as the warm breeze brushed over my nude body and protruding nipples. At fifteen, I was a petite blonde with 34-B cup tits and a cleanly shaven pussy.
My heart was beating like a drum, my nipples were hard and pointy, and my pussy was swollen, but the thrill of staying naked in the middle of the street was something that I couldn’t describe.
What now? Where should I go? What if someone walks out of their room or a car passes by and sees me naked? Several thoughts ran through my mind, but I had already left the time to go back. Finally, I decided to go to the nearby park. It was a small park. In the afternoon, children played there with their parents. Elderly people would also go there for a walk. The fresh breeze aroused me more as I headed down the street. I felt it in my inner thighs and around my crotch.
There were bushes growing along the length of the road. I knew that I could hide behind them if it became necessary. Everything was going smoothly until I got to one of the neighbors’ houses. Suddenly, every exterior light in the house turned on, and I stood completely illuminated. If anyone looked outside, they’d see me standing naked. It felt like an eternity, although it was just a few seconds. I was thinking of what to do when I heard a car approaching. Without a second thought, I jumped behind the bushes and lay down. If the driver looked in my direction, it would be difficult to miss a naked girl. I lay on the ground behind the tree, shivering, as the car drove down the street. I also realized that the thought of getting caught made me more wet, and too much juice was pouring down my pussy. A pussy that, at the moment, was practically throbbing. I lay in the shadow of the tree, rubbing my clit with one hand while burying two fingers of the other deep in my soaking-wet hole. As I came, I felt fluid gush out of me, like in one of the videos I watched last week. I lay there for a few more minutes and then got up.
I kept walking as my breathing grew unsteady and my stomach fluttered nervously. I had no idea how I forced my legs to keep moving forward. My pussy was crying for stimulation a second time, and I could feel my fluids coating the inside of my thighs. Soon, I arrived at the park. I slipped onto the bench and parted my legs, pressing my fingers firmly against my aching clit. I climaxed again in a matter of seconds. Cumming twice was enough for me to settle down a little. I lazily rubbed my pussy lips while recovering from back-to-back orgasms. I brought my right hand to my face, observing the glistening, cum-covered fingers. I delicately put them inside my mouth. Tasting myself was not something I did very often, but I liked doing it when I was extremely turned on.
This is enough for tonight. I should go back home now. I pondered.
I was only ten yards from my house when I heard the sound of a car behind me. I freaked out again and did the same thing. I dove behind a nearby shrub, squatted, and hid. It was the same car I had seen on my way to the park. I watched the car come to a halt, and one of the windows of the car rolled down.
“Olivia?” It took me by surprise when a familiar voice called me. I felt a chill run through my body. It was Megan, one of our neighbors in her mid- to late-thirties.
“I can see you hiding there,” she giggled. “Come out; I know that you have no clothes on.”
Slowly, I stood up with a sheepish grin on my face. I covered my boobs with one hand while covering my pussy with the other.
“What are you doing outside at this time?” she asked.
“Oh, I was walking,” I replied coyly.
“What a great excuse, Olivia!” I said to myself.
“Naked?” she asked, laughing.
I didn’t say anything. My face flushed red. Instantly, I turned around and began to run towards my house.
“Hey, stop!” she yelled, but I ignored her and ran as fast as I could. Finally, I reached my home, opened the door, and rushed to my room. I forgot that my parents were still sleeping in their room, and they could wake up at any time and catch me naked and messy.
The next morning, my dad discovered that the main entrance was open. My parents asked me about it, but I behaved as if I had no idea what they were talking about. They believed that a thief had broken into the house last night but somehow didn’t steal anything.
