Naked Choices

A collection by P.A. Choi

Copyright 2020 P.A. Choi

Cover design by P.A. Choi.

Table of Contents

Rise and Shine

She Just Wouldn't Stop!

The Naked Girl Moving Company

Naked at the Grocery Store

The Naked Rooftop Pool Party

The Naked Limousine

About P.A. Choi

Rise and Shine

Gwen awoke to the faint early-morning coming into the window of her high-rise condo. It must have been early still. She lay nude under a light sheet, half-covering her, just draped over her abdomen and leaving her breasts to breathe. She felt only slightly cool. She didn't feel muggy. In fact, she felt as fresh as when she went to bed. That was why she slept in the nude. She sat up and stretched, then threw the sheet off and went to the bathroom.

Some coffee in the kitchen, only turning on the stove light so as to not assault her eyes yet with too much light. A little came in through the glass doors that led to her balcony, where she planned on taking her coffee to watch the town wake up. It was going to be a lazy Saturday. She had nowhere to be for once. Work was not calling her for overtime, either. She had it in the mind she would not put clothes on for the entire day. Maybe the entire weekend if she could manage it, though she didn't want to spend a whole two days without leaving her condo. It was an interesting dilemma.

Coffee done, she walked through the dim living room to the sliding glass doors and opened them, and stepped out into the cool air of the morning. She rested her steaming mug on the concrete ledge of her balcony and looked out from the twentieth floor at the courtyard below. Nobody was out yet, nobody to look up and see a nude woman looking down from on high. Not that they would really be able to tell from down there. The ledge blocked the view of even her breasts, and people in general hardly ever look up. Her condo was positioned on the corner of the building, so her neighbors to her left and right couldn't really see into her balcony, nor could she see into theirs, so she was able to enjoy much of her time out there nude, which she did often, laying in her lounger and catching the sun in the evenings when it came down to her side of the building. It somewhat made up for not being able to leave her place without putting anything on. But it didn't fully make up for it. Now she looked out at the vast lake that stretched out beyond her complex, with the beach and the waterfront and all the little cafés and curiosity shops that had not yet opened. Way out on the horizon, she saw purplish lights of boats in the distance. Soon there would be joggers going up and down the waterfront, and recreational boats sometime after that. But now, it was still dead, too early on a Saturday for the city to wake up. But Gwen was awake, and looking out at all that morning stillness, she had a thought in her head that all that was out there for her, that this was her time, and she decided that she wasn't going to stay cooped up in the house the entire day. She was going to start her morning right. So she stood there, finishing her coffee, letting the caffeine mix with the excitement that was already building in her, so that she couldn't drink the whole cup. She quickly went inside.

It actually took a few extra minutes for Gwen to gather the bravery to open the front door, but when she did, she stepped out nude for the first time into the quiet, sleepy halls of her building. The lights were always on, and there was no hiding in shadows. She closed the door softly and the electronic combo lock activated and she walked down the hall with nothing on her, no purse, no keys, no shoes, and no clothes. She felt crazy. But she walked all the way to the elevator and pressed the button and waited for it to open up with a shocked person on the other side, but it was empty. The entire building seemed empty as she rode down to the lobby and the doors opened up to the dim morning light glowing off the marble floors. She knew there were cameras. So she would be seen by somebody. But who cared? She marched towards the glass doors and pushed through into the fresh air.

And still there was not a soul to see her, though she was the most obvious thing in the scenery. She put her hands on her hips and took in a deep breath, then released it and relished the scent and the sights, the water glittering in the distance, the haze over the tops of the towers lining the waterfront. There was the chirping of birds, and the rushing of cars on distant streets. She took it all in and then she took a brave step forward, into the courtyard, out into the filtered sun. She walked across the grass, feeling it cold and wet on her feet, and she kept going, past the courtyard, down a winding sidewalk until she came to a spot that overlooked this side of the waterfront. She scrambled down a slope and stepped up onto a boulder there, and again put her hands on her hips and embraced the morning. She felt like the tallest thing in the world as she looked out at the lake and presented herself, yet nobody was there to see. Not that she was looking for voyeurs. She just wanted to enjoy being out on the open. And looking down at the waterfront, she figured she would like to walk by the lake, so she carefully climbed down the rock and walked back up to the sidewalk to follow its gradual path down to the cement platform below. She descended a flight of stairs, gliding her hand on the metal railing, and then she was down by the lake. She walked to the edge of the pavement and stood there. A swim would feel great, she thought, but the water would probably be cold. So she just turned to her right and leisurely walked down the waterfront. She was partially hidden by the slight rise that separated it from her courtyard, and anybody in any of the other buildings on the far corner would have to be looking out with binoculars to notice the naked girl strolling there, so she walked without any reservations, swinging her arms and letting them brush against her bare skin, loving the feeling of all of it. She figured she would walk as far as she could and explore. The lakeside was hers for this hour. She could do what she wanted. What things might she discover, she wondered? A hundred yards ahead, the waterfront ended in a slightly wooded area, and she decided to head for that. If it was walkable in there, a nice little nude jaunt through the woods would be peaceful. They said that spending time in nature soothes the soul, and Gwen assumed that went double—maybe triple—for being in the nude, because already she felt extremely serene walking by the lake, feeling the fresh air on her chest, on her hips, brushing over her bush. It made her tingle but also made her feel like she was floating on air.

So she headed slowly towards those trees, but she was not more than ten yards closer when she heard a splash. She looked to her left. There was a little ladder there descending into the water, and climbing out of it was a man in a wetsuit and goggles. He froze before he was all the way out, and Gwen just stopped and smiled at him. He wiped his goggles as if to assure he was seeing what he was seeing, and then he took them off with his free hand.

"Well I'll be," he said. He was a man in his forties, grey, dripping stubble on his face. "Is this still Earth? Or is this the shores of Heaven?"

"It's Earth as far as I'm aware," Gwen said. "I'm just going for a morning walk."

"Hell of a way to start the morning," the man said, and he climbed all the way up the ladder and stood there admiring her. "For me, that is. I'm sure it's pretty nice for you, too."

"It's great," she said. "I think I'll start every morning like this."

"Well just make sure to always walk by around this time so you can catch me when I finish my laps," he said. Gwen smiled at this. Of course he loved looking at her, and she didn't mind. He was looking, but not staring, if that was possible. He wasn't leering or acting threatening. He was just glad to have caught sight of her the way she was. She couldn't say she blamed him.

"I'll make sure to," she said. "As long as nobody stops me."

"They'd be assholes to stop you," the man said. "I'll fight anybody that tries to get you in trouble."

She smiled again, and then looked ahead, ready to get going. The sun was backlighting her condominium, and light was filling the sky. Standing here talking to the man made her suddenly feel vulnerable. He would be just the first of many people coming out to start their day. Maybe it was time to be getting back. Afterall, she didn't really want to get in trouble. Especially not where she hung her hat.

"Were you thinking of swimming?" the man asked next, and Gwen looked at him.

"I almost thought about it, but I imagine it's pretty cold."

"Nah, it's not too bad, you'd be surprised how warm it is. The sun beats on it all evening, so it stores a lot of heat. Granted, I'm not naked, but I'm sure it won't be that bad. You oughta take a dip, I bet it would feel great."

Gwen couldn't help but seriously consider the idea. She liked that this man was offering up a suggestion for her to expand the enjoyment of the morning. And she couldn't help but agree: what better way to wake up than a quick dip in the water? Not that she wasn't already plenty awake with adrenaline. But she stepped close to the ladder, and the man stepped aside.

"Maybe I'll go out a little bit."

"That's the spirit," the man said. "Get it while you can. The morning is the best time to do it. After the sun comes up, the boats start coming in, so it's hard to swim then."

It's now or never, then, Gwen thought. She turned around and lowered herself down the ladder, the man watching her naked front descend, the teasing sight of her pubic hair disappearing behind the concrete ledge.

"Have fun," the man said. "And be careful. See you again some other morning."

"Until then," Gwen said, and lowered herself into the water. It was surprisingly cold, and she cried out: "ooh!"

"It'll get better," the man said. "You'll get used to it."

As she let go of the ladder and treaded water there before the man, all her delightful form now concealed under black water, the man saluted and prepared to go on his way.

"Thank you," Gwen called out. "For being a nice person to talk to this morning."

"Thank you," the man said. "For making my morning."

Gwen laughed as she hovered in the water, and the man turned and walked off towards the staircase where she had come down moments ago. She wondered if he lived in her complex. If he did, she may have just made a new friend. He looked back only once, and she waved and then turned and prepared to paddle out into the great beyond.

Swimming naked did feel incredible. She had to admit she had never done it before. She had never skinnydipped in a river or a pool, never had enjoyed any such outdoor naked fun until this moment, the grandest way to induct herself into open nudism, and she breaststroked out, feeling the water sluice over her body like air over an airplane, feeling the buoyancy of her breasts, but other than that, there was nothing holding her back from cutting through the water like a dolphin. It was beginning to get warm; the man was right. Well, her feet were warm. Her chest was cold. She felt like she was a microwaved burrito, but soon the contrast of temperatures began to merge. She was now in the middle of the cut in between the waterfront and the beach, and the stretching horizon beyond. Now she imagined people in their own high-rise apartments looking out and seeing her there, a small, beige speck floating in the vastness of the lake. Surely they would have to blink their eyes, do a double-take, and look again, more closely, to assure themselves that indeed, there was a woman out there slowly padding through the deep, dark lake in the nude. She felt at once at the center of attention but also completely alone, all to herself. Afterall, this time in the morning was hers. She owned the lake. She was its denizen, its guardian. Nobody would dare stop her. Or so she thought until she realized that she was perhaps too far out for safety, that she could get tired and have nowhere to rest out in the middle of the lake with hundreds of feet of emptiness below her, so she stopped and treaded water and then decided to slowly float back to shore. She leaned back and looked up at the clear, pink sky.

Now this was a pleasant way to travel, she thought. With her face in the clouds, she soon forgot about the rest of the lake. It was as if she were floating in the sky. She could feel the water gurgling at her ears and the absence of water along her front, which was kissed by the sun, and felt alarmingly exposed, but deep down she didn't care. She didn't care and she didn't even think about what someone might think if they saw the outline of her body floating in the lake, and the unmistakable impressions of her bare breasts and bush. She could have cared less who saw. She was too comfortable to care about anything else. She swept her arms and pedaled herself along lazily, and closed her eyes against the bright sky, until she heard the hum of an engine, and she leaned her head up.

A pleasure boat was putting its way through the inlet, on direct course with her. They had probably seen her, she thought, and they wanted to come out to see what mystical mermaid swam in these waters. She treaded water again as the boat pulled up and slowed, and several people were leaning over the railing, peering down at her.

"Hey there, everything alright?" one of them called down. There were two young men, and a young woman as well. There was another girl standing on the deck but not right up at the railing. She looked a little displeased.

"Everything's fine," Gwen said, moving her arms about the water in a way that was probably hypnotic to the young men. "Just going for a morning swim."

"You aren't worried about people catching you?" another young man asked.

"No. Why should I?"

They laughed at this.

"Are your clothes on shore or something?"

"No, they're back at my place."

"Goddamn, haha. That's bold as hell."

Gwen looked towards her home, and it seemed far off still, as did the shore.

"Tell you what," she said. "Mind if I come aboard? My legs are tired."

The young men seemed elated, one of them motioning towards a ladder for which she could climb. "Hell yeah, come on up!" The young woman standing with them seemed amused, but the one standing in back rolled her eyes. Gwen padded to the side of the boat and hoisted herself up the metal ladder, revealing herself in all her glory as she raised out of the water and ascended, dripping, gleaming, for them. They were all staring in shock at the lascivious, slow-mo vision of Gwen's body wet and bare. Of course they would stare. She shook off her hair and smiled at them. "Anybody got a water?" she asked, and one of the young men rushed into the cabin and came back with a bottled water, eagerly handing it to her. She gladly took it and gulped it down. Exerting herself on the lake—not to mention having the cup of coffee earlier—had made her very thirsty. The young men watched with rapt attention as she gulped down the bottle, dripping some onto her collarbone. Then Gwen relaxed, leaning back and then seeing a raised part of the deck to sit on, which she did, without asking for something to protect the plastic surface from her bare butt. She didn't think they minded. "Thanks," she said. "I needed that."

She could feel all of their eyes on her, even the girl's. She seemed intrigued by Gwen.

"So why did you decide to walk out your door naked?"

Gwen shrugged. "Because I felt like it." They all seemed to regard this as some profound insight. "I've been naked for the past two days, and I really wanted to go outside, but I figured: 'why put something on?' I didn't think there would be a lot of people out."

Everybody nodded, even the girl, who seemed to be a hair's breadth away from stripping off her clothes as well.

"Sound reasoning," one of the young men said.

Gwen smiled at them and enjoyed her rest, but then she looked up and saw the waterfront near, and she stood.

"Well, this is my stop. Thanks for the lift."

With that, she stood near the gap in the railing where the ladder was, and without any other parting words, Gwen dived into the water, leaving them with the parting view of her butt sailing away, and the impression that they had just been visited by some supernatural entity. She came up paddling and made her way to the ladder where her swimmer had climbed up out of, where she had started her swim. Soon she was climbing out of the water and dripping in her exposure again, and she decided to make the quick trek home, for the sky was getting brighter, and she would have more than just a few random spectators to her nudity. She walked with pride, though. Up towards the concrete staircase, up onto the sidewalk bordering the courtyard of her condo building, and into the circular driveway itself. Just as she was nearly dripped dry and entering the doors, an old man with his dog was approaching from the other side, and he froze as she came up. Gwen only smiled and waved, and he gawked as she punched in the security key and entered the building ahead of him, all her nude glory looking back at him. Sorry, this nude girl has authorization to enter this building. And then she walked across the still-empty lobby and stood at the elevators as the dog-walker still gathered his wits. Then the doors opened to an empty elevator and she stepped in and let them close and rode up in giddy silence, wondering what would await her at the top, and what awaited her was an empty hall, which she boldly stepped out into and made her way down to her door, and when she was there, punching in the code, her nextdoor neighbor stepped out of her own door and froze at the sight of Gwen.

"Top of the morning to you," Gwen said to the young, nerdy-looking girl who she had seen only on occasion coming in and out of her condo. Then her door lock beeped green and she entered, closing the door behind her and shutting off the shocked face of her neighbor, and then Gwen collapsed against the door and laughed to herself, laughed at how completely brazen she had been. She was filled with energy, and ready to go through with her whole day, even if it was to be spent entirely inside. She decided that every day ought to be started this way: naked and out in the open.

She Just Wouldn't Stop!

Stewart went whistling along the street past tents full of arts and crafts and food trucks full of delicious smells of cooking meat and he waved at people and blew his whistle playfully at a group of kids playing at a sprinkler fan (they didn't seem to get his humor) and he was glad to be running security at the downtown arts festival on this bright and sunny day. His police-like uniform was soaked through with sweat, but still looked impeccably pressed (or so he thought so himself), and though people frowned at him, he was in high spirits. It just meant they respected the authority vested upon him by the city parks and rec. He was in full, joyous control of this gay old festival (not that kind of gay, the town most certainly wouldn't allow one of those festivals, knowing how much nudity occurred at them). That is, he felt in control until after a naked woman appeared within the crowd.

She just appeared out of nowhere, it was like she was a magician. One moment, things were normal, and the next, she was right in the middle of the street with the two columns of people on either side, and she was currently exposed, no hiding her buoyant breasts and very shaggy pubic hair. Stewart could hardly believe it.

The people weren't even moving closer to obstruct his view of her, which was surprising. And so Stewart was treated to an extended view of her as she sauntered down the street and smiled at all the people watching her. Then he finally snapped out of it.

"Hey... Hey! Come here!"

She looked at him for only a second, as if curious why someone was yelling at her, as if there wasn't anything wrong with being naked in public. But Stewart knew better. He wasn't going to let this happen on his watch. No sir. He hurried to catch up to the woman, who was quickly getting away, her naked butt swaying in his vision lewdly, side to side, side to side... he tried not to be taken by the sight and held to his duty as an officer of the arts festival.

"Ma'am, ma'am!" he shouted as he finally caught up to her, where she was standing up-close with her new fans, talking and apparently answering questions. Some of the spectators turned and gave him dirty looks as he approached.

"Ma'am, you'll have to put something on," Stewart said through his heavy breathing. "This is a family event."

She finally turned her head and looked at him again.

"Oh, I know," she said. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything inappropriate."

"This is inappropriate!"

There were boos amongst the crowd.

"That's subjective," the woman said, and turned to go on her way.

"Hey, wait!"

But now the crowd closed up on him, and obstructed his path as the girl waltzed buck naked down the street, the sun—and countless eyes—touching every bit of her. Stewart had to resort to blowing on his whistle, and it was the only sign that he was even there, as he completely surrounded by bodies now.

It took him several minutes to break through. He shouldered his way through the crowd, perhaps got a little too rough (he was going to hear about that, he thought), and when the crowd thinned, he scanned his eyes for the woman. She couldn't be that hard to spot. And there she was, standing out plain as day, leaning down to look at some beaded necklaces, the shape of her bared breasts hanging over the display table. Amazingly, the old, portly woman sitting at the stall didn't seem to mind. She was even laughing. Laughing. Stewart caught up to her.

"Okay, fun is over, please come with me and let's get your clothes."

The portly old woman waved a hand.

"Oh, she is just having some fun, getting some sun. Leave her be."

"This is inappropriate behavior, it's public indecency!"

"Oh there's nothing indecent about it!"

The naked girl, having not spoken a word at this exchange, turned and smiled at Stewart-what a salacious smile!—and then headed off again.

"Stop!"

The old woman shook her head as Stewart pushed past people to get to the girl. That all these people were seeing her, seeing everything, every second longer that her tanned body became more tan in front of thousands of eyes was a failure on himself. And there that naked butt went swaying. God! How could she do something like this? She was perverting the youth! But the few children that Stewart saw—God bless their fragile souls—were actually pointing and smiling, as if this were amusing! Maybe a naked butt was amusing, but everything else—that was too much! Stewart had to stop her. He looked around. Even if he grabbed her, he had no idea where her clothes were, and he would have to march her naked in front of thousands and thousands of more eyes. His own eyes locked onto the most useful thing: a stall full of quilts. He tore one off its hanger.

"Hey!" the young woman at that stall yelled, but Stewart ran forward just as she was standing up and he rushed to the naked girl, just a few paces ahead, and he threw the blanket over her shoulders.

"What the hell..." She wheeled around and shoved him back, and the blanket fell, along with him, right on his butt, looking up at all of her nude fury, his eyes at level with the wiry triangle of hair between her thighs, and he felt ashamed, more ashamed, even, then by the fiery look she gave him.

"Please leave me alone," she said. "This is an arts festival, right? Well the human body is a work of art. If you think it is a danger to anybody, feel free to call the police."

And with a flip of her hair, she turned and continued on, and Stewart sat with his jaw to the floor until the woman selling the blankets came up and swatted him on his head.

"Give me back my damn merchandise, you idiot!" she yelled, and swatted him again. Stewart raised his hands to defend himself until the woman got her fill, and she left, taking back with her her blanket, dusting it off. People were pointing and laughing at him. This was not a good day.

When he got up and collected himself—and tried to slink away from the current crowd with his tail tucked between his legs—he began his search again for the naked girl. He was not going to let her get away. He couldn't. He might as well turn in his security lanyard and whistle if he was going to do that. So he stalked the streets, no longer the chipper, smiling security staffer, but a man on a mission, his brow tensed, and focused, focused for bare flesh. He felt like a predator, and he didn't like it, but he supposed all organs of the law are predators in a way. There's always lawbreakers out there to catch.

And much to his surprise, he caught this notorious lawbreaker in the most unlikely and unbelievable of places. As he passed an old town pub, its doors open and a glass-less length of window seating admitting a view to the inside, Stewart saw, standing there, the young naked woman, chatting it up at the bar and nursing a drink in a tall glass. Stewart straightened his gig line and marched into the bar.

People seemed to sense there was trouble the second he walked in, and the naked girl looked up and rolled her eyes.

"You," Stewart finally said. "You have to come with me."

"Fuck off, punk, you're not even real police!" a rather rude voice came from a shadowed area in the bar.

"Nevertheless," Stewart said. "She is a real lawbreaker."

"Is that so?" the bartender said, wiping up a puddle of beer and then slinging the rag over his shoulder. "The way I understand it, public displays of nudity are permissible if its a sanctioned event."

"Well this isn't sanctioned," Stewart said.

"Well you wouldn't know, would you? Being that you're just a free-range mall cop."

A nerve in Stewart's forehead was twitching. That was the last straw. He felt he was about to become the bad cop. King Kong ain't got shit on him. And the girl just smiled, smiled so scandalously in her altogether, tipping back her glass of iced tea or Long Island Iced Tea or whatever it was she was drinking, and leaning back, causing her chest to thrust out, thrust out before the sight of the bartender, before everybody, drops of condensation falling from the glass and spatting on the slopes of her breasts, where they hung for a moment and then slowly made their trickling way down. No, Stewart wasn't going to stand for this. He stepped forward, and then about every seat in the place scraped back as people stood up, and then a horde was upon him, once again blocking his advance on the naked girl, and before he knew it, he was lifted up and carried like a log to the long, glass-less window strip, and thrown out over the seats that were there.

He landed with a solid thwack on the pavement and rolled, and people walking down the sidewalk stopped and pulled out their phones to take pictures. Ironic, since something more photogenic was standing inside that bar. All for them to discover soon enough, Stewart thought, as he wallowed in his own failure on the sidewalk.

Those spectators got their fill soon enough. As Stewart sat up, the naked girl came out, once again looming over him, a repeated theme for this afternoon, he thought, and the cell phone cameras jittered and flashed.

She didn't say a word. Once again she flipped her hair and set along her path down the sidewalk, that naked rear once again swaying, shifting, posing for the camera in captured frames of time. Each picture, once again, a failure of Stewart's responsibility as security at this arts festival. He got to his feet, but people began to grumble as he was blocking their view.

He walked with a limp now, his legs and his right side aching, and Stewart figured he was not cut out for this King Kong business. People seemed to be looking at him, too, aware of all that had transpired, of his failure to contain a naked girl in public. Not that they would want him to. They loved that she was out flaunting her stuff, those perverts. He was an obstruction to their further debauchery. All of Stewart's good humor was now evaporated as he realized that the good people he was tasked to protect were all against him.

He found himself crossing over a bridge, away from the arts festival and into the uptown area, away from his jurisdiction and his responsibilities, but he felt he had a higher purpose, a greater responsibility, and that was to catch an abhorrent streaker before she could do more damage.

People seemed to look at him funny as he made his way across the bridge, and he must have looked strange: a man, in uniform, but not a recognizable one of the local police force, with determination on his face, a drive, a relentless drive, like he was the hero in some film noir movie. And that's indeed what he felt like. He felt like a man against all odds in a world that resented him. But he believed in his higher purpose.

He entered the uptown, passed rows of coffee shops and higher-class bars at the base of the so many skyscrapers. He felt out of his element. He had, in his mind, the image of the naked girl crossing over the very same bridge he had just crossed over, shamelessly nude, all eyes on her, bronze skin displaying to the world all her shamelessness, nothing to hide the creases and crevices of her whole body. How horrid. He knew she must have just been down this way. He could sense it. He could smell her. This made him feel dirty. But the bloodhound of the law sniffed on, and soon he found himself at a park, a quite ritzy park, with monuments and wooden benches and greenery and a water fountain splash pad, in the middle of which was a gloriously nude girl, surrounded by curtains of rising and falling water, and glittering in the sunlight.

He locked onto her, and advanced. She was dancing under the spray, like some goddamn Playboy model, droplets and mist collecting on her bare body, people gathered around, children and adults alike, to see the spectacle. This was enough. It ends here.

There were a great many camera flashes and shutter-clicks as Stewart approached, but his sudden presence seemed to alert another type of awareness, as all eyes then turned on him instead of the naked girl, who regarded him briefly, and then quickly returned to the pleasure of dancing nude in the water.

He was about to blurt out: "Excuse me, ma'am, it ends here!" but before he could, there was the blue-and-red flashing of people with true authority. The crowd dispersed.

Finally, Stewart thought. Somebody had the decency to call the law. He turned to see the police car pulled up to the edge of the park, and two officers got out and were approaching. It made him smile to himself, to know that justice was about to be upheld. It was just a shame that he wasn't strong enough to do it on his own.

When he turned around, the naked girl hadn't moved. She must have realized there was no running now that the cops had arrived. But she didn't seem all that distressed. She put her head under the spray again and wetted her face, then slicked her hair back and stepped out of the fountain, stepping gingerly on the hot pavement there, her body dripping. She looked right at him.

"Excuse me sir," the cop's voice came from behind, and Stewart turned around to see both of them standing there, authoritative posture on both of them, eyes on him. "Have you been bothering this girl?"

Stewart's smile completely faded. What?

"What? No, I've been trying to stop her. I mean, look—"

He turned around and the girl was gone, Quickly his eyes scanned and there she was, sauntering away, swaying that butt, walking through the grass of the park and ready do disappear behind a set of trees.

"There she goes!" he turned back around to face the cops, but they didn't seem distraught about this public indecency. "You gotta stop her!"

The cops glanced at each other and one of them cleared his throat. "Actually, she has a permit to be unclothed today, sir."

He could hardly believe it. "A permit?"

"Yes sir, today is National Body Confidence Day, and many are taking the opportunity to walk out at festivals and gatherings. She got our permission to do this today, and of course we agreed."

Stewart could only stare in disbelief. Were these real cops? He almost blurted out that impersonating an officer of the law is a serious offense, but one of them stepped closer to him.

"Now I'm afraid you'll have to come with us."

"What? How come? Hey, get your hands off of me! Hey! Hey!"

A crowd was now gathering again, this time to watch not the girl, but Stewart, as he was marched towards the police car and shoved in. Then the car was off, and peace returned to the park. The naked girl was off laying in the grass, face-up, displayed to passers-by like an exhibit, but nobody gathered too densely or stared too rudely. She was just a beautiful part of the park's scenery.

*****

"Now I understand that it's normal to panic under pressure. What we want to know is: how did you allow that young woman to get away? Intimidated, I guess?"

Stewart sat in the drab, fluorescent-lit office of the head of security, a stout man with a stern face and sandy grey hair. He was none too pleased to hear of the embarrassment that Stewart had caused.

"I don't know, sir, she... she just wouldn't stop!"

"I see..."

Here he was being grilled on not being able to put a stop to a streaking girl, whereas on the streets he was hated for trying to do exactly that. It seemed Stewart could not please anybody. He was in the lowest of moods.

"We got a number of complaints," his superior went on. "Though thankfully not as many as you would think. Count yourself lucky for that. I'm putting you back out. Next assignment is a parade scheduled for next week."

"Y-you're not suspending me?"

His superior took off his glasses. "No, I believe in second chances. I know you're a good officer. All good officers have their bad days." Then, putting his glasses back on and looking down at a calendar on his desk: "Now this parade is two weeks from now, in the uptown, and it's being run by, uh... ah yes, the Lady Vipers Volleyball team. They're from the local college. Looks like a fundraising event. Should be pretty simple."

Stewart leaned forward in his chair.

"Thank you, sir," he said.

"No, thank you, for your continued service."

Both men stood and they shook hands.

*****

Two weeks passed and Stewart found himself once again in uniform, after many nights of soul-searching and psyching himself up for his next responsibility. This crowd seemed more lively, more rambunctious than the arts festival crowd, which made him nervous. And then the parade started, and a float full of college-aged girls in their volleyball uniforms came down the street, and Stewart was apprehensive. They were rather flaunty in their form-fitting shirts and non-existent shorts, but that wasn't the worst of it: The lead volleyball captain, a young, skinny black girl, took a microphone and greeted the crowd:

"Here come the Lady Vipers! Now I know everybody already knows about our wild side, so today we're not going to hide it! Girls?"

With that, she dropped the mic, and much to Stewart's shock, she pulled off her tight volleyball shirt, revealing her dark, buoyant breasts, and darker nipples. And the other girls on the float followed suit, ridding themselves of their clothes, stepping out of their shorts into unbridled nudity, and cameras along the street flashed, and Stewart gripped his whistle, not knowing now what to do. He fidgeted; a bead of sweat ran down his brow, and then he blew.

The Naked Girl Moving Company

"Hi, is this the Naked Girl Moving Company?"

"Yes, are you interested in moving?"

He was. Well, for the most part. Ricky really only needed to move a desk from his old roommate's apartment, and he was perfectly capable of moving it himself, but he had seen the ad for The Naked Girl Moving Company and he was curious. His roommate was curious, too.

"Great, how many items are you moving?" the high, happy voice on the other end of the line said.

"Just one, uh, a desk, if that's okay."

"Just fine! you want to move it today?"

"Yes, around two, if that's possible."

"Sure! That'll probably be about seventy bucks, is that fine?"

"Sure," Ricky said, and gave her his old roommate's address.

"How many of you will there be?" he asked next.

"For just a desk? Just two," the girl said.

"It's pretty heavy," Ricky told her.

"It should be alright."

Ricky had to admit that he was an old-fashioned guy. Would they be able to move a whole houseful of furniture? He supposed a large number of naked girls could move a houseful of stuff. This was only a desk, however.

"Alright, well we'll see you at two," the girl said in response to his lapse of silence.

"O-okay. And just to clarify, you'll be showing up naked?"

"Why yes, we are The Naked Girl Moving Company, afterall."

"Well alright then. See you at two."

"You bet!" the girl said, and Ricky was left imagining what was going to show up at his old roommate's apartment that afternoon.

*****

It was quarter 'til two when Ricky and his old roommate, Bobby, were sitting in the living room talking and there was a knock at the door. They both looked at each other.

"Well, I guess it's time," Ricky said. Bobby stood and walked to the front door, with Ricky following close behind. He didn't know why he was surprised when Bobby opened the door and standing there was a naked girl! It actually made his heart flutter, and Bobby too, for Ricky saw his friend’s head jerk as he instantly locked on his vision to her full-frontal, fair and fawny frame.

She covered nothing of herself as she stood in the sunlight, two spherical breasts like golden dinner rolls, accentuated by blonde strands of hair which fell beside it, and a taut stomach leading to a scraggly patch of brown pubic hair below, tempting the eyes.

"Hi!" she beamed. "We have arrived!"

The two young men didn't know what to say. Behind the girl, her naked partner was walking up the sidewalk, strutting right through the sleepy community, her pubic hair just as apparent and exposed, flashing its darkness at them as she closed the distance.

"Do we have the right place?" the first girl said, a little doubt—only a little—on her face.

"You sure do," Ricky said, stepping in front of his friend. "Come on in."

Both men stood aside and the naked girl stepped into the apartment, a surreal sight to see, the light playing differently on her naked body, as if to confirm for Ricky and Bobby that yes, indeed, there was a naked girl in their place.

And then there were two, as the second girl entered, black hair cascading down her shoulders and over her large breasts as her eyes surveyed the room.

"Is this the desk?" the blonde girl asked, looking at the wide piece of furniture that Ricky and Bobby had placed in the living room.

"Yes," Ricky said, watching them. Both girls went over to the desk and surveyed it, one of them lifting a corner to see how heavy it was, and then looking towards the front door.

"Might be too wide to take out the front," the blonde girl said, then looking towards the double-doors in the living room. "We'll probably have to take it out the back."

"That's fine," Bobby said. He disappeared from the room and came back carrying a set of keys as he unlocked the patio door while the girls positioned themselves by the desk, leaning down, their breasts hovering over the polished wood. Ricky let himself take a seat on the couch to watch, which put his eyes level with the blonde girl's butt, only about six feet away. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, then looked back as Bobby opened the patio door and a nice breeze came in, ruffling the girls' hair.

They leaned down to grab the desk towards the bottom, opening up a view of crevice for Ricky's viewing pleasure, and they waddled the large desk towards the door, where they stopped and carefully positioned it through, their bodies bending and turning and their breasts dipping and pointing towards the earth as they turned their torsos, the flesh on their butts bouncing as they bumped the corner of the desk against the door hinge, and then the sun gracing their skin as they set the desk on the patio and observed the narrow steps on which to take it down.

Here they were observed, as well, by neighbors walking down the sidewalk that ran in between Bobby's building and the next, people wide-eyed and in disbelief. A squat woman with a teen daughter almost as tall as herself frowned and put her arm around her child, hurrying along as the two naked girls looked down the patio steps and didn't acknowledge the spectators or their own nakedness.

Ricky came out of the living room now and stood on the patio with Bobby as the girls lifted the desk remarkably high and carefully maneuvered down the small flight of stairs. When they made it to the sidewalk, they were able to lower the desk and walk more normally, and they began to lead it down the sidewalk which lead around the building to the front where their truck was, when a voice yelled out.

"Now what in the hell is this?" a gravelly voice came. An old man was coming from the next building, approaching the sidewalk, and his eyebrows were angled in anger. "You can't be walkin' around like that, have you lost your minds?"

Ricky stood at the steps, where he was on his way down but now stopped, fearing the altercation that was about to happen, and behind him, Bobby was understandably tense, because afterall this was his place, and he didn't want to get a complaint. The two girls set down the desk and the blonde one leaned back and stretched, displaying—shamelessly and perhaps unintentionally—her breasts for the scandalized man, who despite being angry didn't look away. He was now standing right before them. "What in the hell is this all about? There are children in this neighborhood, for God's sake."

"It's okay sir," the blonde girl said. "This is a moving business. We are actually licensed and approved to work like this."

The old man shook his head in disbelief. "How in the world? This is indecent!"

"Well, that's subjective, sir," the girl said, while her partner merely leaned forward on the desk, unconcerned with this old man, her much larger breasts hanging down in front of his darting eyes as if to challenge the things her partner was saying. "We aren't a sex business, nothing like that. We're just naked! If you have concerns, you can contact the county office."

"I definitely will! This is shameful!"

Without any more concern for the old man, the girls hoisted up the desk and continued on their way, the old man watching disapprovingly at the dark-haired girl's butt as it swished back and forth. Then he cast his stern gaze on Ricky, which made his heart skip a beat much like when the girls first came to the door. But what did it matter? He didn't even officially live here, and as of today, no longer lived here at all. He just shrugged and waved, and then hurried to go catch up to the girls. Bobby followed.

Around the bend towards the front of the building, the moving truck was ready, the back already opened and the ramp already down. Ricky and Bobby arrived just as the girls were walking the desk up and inside. They stood and waited and then the girls came back out, dusting off their hands, their chests giving a slight jiggle as they did. Then the dark-haired one went about putting the ramp up and closing the truck, and the blonde one faced the guys.

"Welp, that's all done! On to the drop-off. It is 1200 Willoby Lane, right?"

Ricky nodded his head, not sure what else to say as the two nude girls climbed in the truck. He watched the dark-haired one's butt rise into the cabin and before the door closed, he called out "see you there!"

Bobby was standing right in his face when he turned around.

"I'm coming too, man," he said."I don't wanna miss out."

"Okay," Ricky shrugged. "It's not like it's gonna take long."

"I don't care, I don't wanna miss a second."

"Alright, but take your own car, I'm not driving you back for just a quick visit."

"Sure, whatever, I'll see you there."

Both friends broke apart to go to their separate vehicles and race the girls to Richard's new home, just for the chance to see some naked girls go about a mundane task for a few more minutes. Behind the wheel of his car, looking at the truck up ahead that contained that attraction, Ricky wondered if Bobby was hoping that something more was going to progress with the two girls. He wondered if Bobby thought he was potentially missing out, that Ricky would be the lucky recipient of a double-blowjob if he wasn't there. Indeed Ricky wondered that, too, but it was clear that this wasn't the case. He didn't mind; it was neat just for the novelty of it. So he guessed he couldn't blame Bobby for wanting to tag along.

*****

The moving truck was parked along the side of the road when Ricky pulled into his driveway, and the two girls were standing there, taking in the sun and attracting attention. They went into action when he got out, and Bobby was not too far behind, pulling in right behind Ricky and getting out right away. The girls were already bringing the desk down the ramp as Ricky unlocked the front door.

This was the first time Bobby had seen his new place. Ricky hadn't told him he had bought a house, but Bobby didn't seem surprised, didn't seem to notice at all as he stared at the two bodies, one golden, one rather pale, walking the desk up the driveway. Across the street, Ricky saw a pair of curtains part. He was going to make a hell of a first impression with the neighbors, he thought. He stood by the door as the pair came through with the desk. It was a tricky fit. He did not have a nice set of double-doors like Bobby did, but they managed, grunting and turning the desk and eventually turning it on end until they got it through, their loose and soft parts harrowingly avoiding injury as they passed through the doorway. Ricky could see a light sweat beading on their fair skin. And then they were in his living room, hustling the piece of furniture through his new digs. He lead them towards the back, where his den was, bare flesh bumping into his walls, leaving with them a permanent impression he would never forget.

"You can set it down right there," he told them, pointing towards a corner near his own back patio. They complied, and the desk settled down with a thud, and more flesh jiggled. Bobby was crowding right behind Ricky to watch. The blonde girl stood up straight and wiped her brow.

"Alright, well I guess that's it," she said, relaxing in front of him so casually, as if she were not bare-naked in his house. The black-haired done stretched as well, her ample bosom heaving into the air, and then she walked back through to the living room, casting her eyes over everything that Ricky owned. Bobby stood by, expectant.

"Well, I guess I should pay you, huh?" Ricky said.

"It would be much appreciated," the blonde girl said. "I got my card reader out in the truck."

And so Ricky followed the two naked girls, gladly, staring at their naked butts as they made their way out of his house, Bobby reluctantly at his heels. Back out into the sunlight, they walked to the truck. The dark-haired girl climbed into the passenger seat while her partner opened her side and fished out her phone and the card reader attachment. Ricky stood before her, producing his card and fumbling as he handed it to her and tried not to stare at her breasts, so perfectly formed, unblemished, tanned, and weightless. She didn't seem to mind him admiring as she swiped his card and processed the payment. Then she handed the card back to him.

"Well I thank you. Please recommend The Naked Girl Moving Company to your friends if they are in need of some movers."

"I sure will," Ricky said, and watched as the naked girl smiled and canted her head and then climbed up into the truck, her rosy butt disappearing into the cabin before the door shut and the engine started and the vehicle rumbled to life and started to crawl down the street. It went to the end, towards a cul-de-sac, and then came back, the two topless forms through the windshield smiling and waving as they passed, and then they were gone.

"So that's it?" Bobby said. Ricky could only shrug.

*****

Five out of five stars, I wish I could move more often now, one Google review said. Exactly what it says, another review read. A bunch of naked girls show up and move your stuff.

They don't do anything sexy, it's kind of lame, yet another review went on. They didn't dance or spread their legs or anything, and they swatted my hand away when I tried to touch them.

"Naked Girl" business attracts a lot of attention and controversy.

It seems a new business has cropped up in town, and it's one sure to raise a lot of eyebrows. It's called The Naked Girl Moving Company, and it's exactly what it says.

The company, who has been licensed and approved by the county business office after a relaxation on public nudity laws, promises nude women to show up at your door. "I think it's horrendous," one local man said, who refused to be identified. "I gotta walk out of my house and see a bunch of young, attractive girls walking around without a stitch on. What is the world coming to that we have a porn business operating out in the open?"

But The Naked Girl Moving Company isn't classified as an adult business, and reportedly doesn't carry itself out that way. Though suspicions of prostitution have been aired, there has actually been disappointment expressed online by some customers that the moving company didn't offer anything a bit "extra." This might lead some to think that it is all a cover, but we had a single male member of our staff hire The Naked Girl Moving Company to see for himself if the naked girls hinted at any additional sensual services. In the end, he had nothing of the sort to report, but was left very smitten.

"But why naked girls?" another resident asks. "If the whole idea behind it is to just stare at women without their clothes, isn't that pornographic? Even objectifying?" Those questions are at the forefront of an ongoing debate as the Naked Girl Moving Company continues to grow.

*****

"Daryl, did you get some movers to take care of all our stuff?" the lead broker asked. Daryl looked up from his computer, where he was staring at a blank screen because of his nervousness and anticipation. It wasn't that much different than any other day, anyway, as his role was more or less glorified secretary for the big movers and shakers in the capital markets team, who were getting ready to move their whole workstation to the other side of the office on the twelfth floor of the high-rise in which they worked.

"Yep, they're actually supposed to be here in a minute," Daryl said.

"Good," his boss replied. "Who did you hire?"

"Uh... just some local company."

"Mr. Danson?" came the front desk lady's voice over the intercom. "You, uh... have some visitors. Oh.. they're coming in. Wait!"

And then the doors to the office opened and spilling in were six young women not dressed in the business casual dress of everybody else on the floor; they were not dressed at all. And every head in every cubicle looked up as the girls strutted down the aisle towards Daryl and his boss, bare skin glowing under the fluorescent lights, so that no eye could look away from the scandalously exposed fronts of the six young women, some shaven and with puffy lips staring back, others with triangles of black hair, breasts of varying size, the bumps around their nipples highlighted under the lights, all up to now never seen in this setting.

"Hi!" the girl in front said as they came up to the frozen boss. "You need help moving?"

Naked at the Grocery Store

Courtney stepped out of the shower, toweling off and standing in front of the mirror, taking care of her hair and admiring her body that, at forty years old, still looked damn good. She had been looking at it, and feeling it, and accepting it a lot for the past month, working at home, where she wore nothing. It was easy to do, since she lived by herself in her rented house on a quiet suburban street. She had never been one to hang around naked before, but lockdown had changed her habits, and she was loving it. Never having to do laundry, always feeling fresh and clean when she showered in the evening, slept naked, and woke up and started work. Sometimes she didn't even need to shower in the evenings; with nothing to cover her body and make her oils and sweat fester under a layer of obstruction, her body could breathe. She felt great. Today, though, she figured she'd shower, as she had enjoyed some time on her back deck and it was getting pretty humid out there. Which would mean she would need to shower again later tonight, because she was finally planning on going out and getting some groceries, which meant she had to put some clothes on.

But this irritated her. As she finished her hair and lowered the towel, letting it pass over a breast and watching with a strange fascination the slight jiggle that went through it, Courtney regretted that she couldn't say she had a naked streak of longest time without putting on any clothes, because she had to put them on to do these outdoor chores, or even to get the mail. And because she hadn't needed to get dressed for work (a blouse on top and nothing else sufficed for video meetings) she didn't have anything decent ready to go out on a grocery trip. Everything was wrinkled. She didn't wear shorts or t-shirts. What she could assemble together would make her look like a bum. Granted, a quick tumble in the dryer would take care of that, but then the clothes would be hot on this hot day. But more than that was just the irritation. She hated having to suddenly put something on just to step outside, and hated always having to be careful when walking by the front windows. It made her feel like a prisoner. Well, no more, she told herself. To hell with clothes. It was hot outside anyway, so what was the point of putting something on? She would feel much better if her body continued to breathe.

So, finishing up in the bathroom, Courtney walked down the hall to the main area of her house, grabbed her phone and her keys, slipped her feet into some sandals, and grabbed her mask, the only thing she would need to wear, and she stepped outside. To hell with it, she thought, as she opened the front door for the first time in the nude, feeling the direct sunlight on her body and the jolt of adrenaline at seeing the house across the street. I'm going to get groceries naked.

It almost felt like a mistake as she walked down her driveway, away from the safety of her home, under the direct light of the sun, in direct view now of neighbors on the front and either side. The sun's heat on her skin felt like the heat of voyeurs staring lasers at her, and she felt a tremble rumbling in her heart and working its way over her whole body. But perhaps that was just the adrenaline she needed go through with this, so she opened her car, climbed inside and—ooh, hot seat.

She got out and turned the ignition and lowered the windows a tad and started getting the A/C going. Forced to wait outside her car naked, Courtney turned around and nervously looked out at the street, where right there was a woman about her age, going for a power walk. Her pace didn't slow, but her head was pivoting with Courtney and her mouth was hanging open. Courtney smiled and did the only thing she could think to do: she gave her a neighborly wave.

"Just going out to get some groceries, heh. Sure is hot, isn't it?"

The woman said nothing and power-walked along her way, snapping her head forward once she passed Courtney's driveway and probably already trying to forget what she saw. Or she was reminding herself to call the police when she got back to her house. Courtney hoped she wasn't about to stir shit up in the neighborhood. Now was her chance to change her mind, seeing a preview of what the reactions to her nudity would be, to show her how crazy this idea really was. But she shrugged it off like a negative thought, turned around, and slipped into the now-cooler interior of her car, put up the windows and backed out of her driveway, heart thumping.

*****

The drive was nice and relatively uneventful. Nobody seemed to notice that her shoulders arms, and her breasts—if they could bee seen above the edge of the windows—were bare. At all of the stoplights, she felt giddy with excitement, but there was no way for any vehicle behind her to see her and she never saw anybody crossing the street in front of her, and there were only two-lane roads in the area, so she did not have the experience of somebody pulling up next to her. The grocery store was just up ahead and to the left. It was a relatively easy drive, and made Courtney think it might be nice to go on a little naked Sunday drive this weekend through the hills. She might plan that.

But for now, she accelerated through the green light, drove a brisk half-mile, and considered putting the window down to let her hair flow in the wind, but then saw the store up ahead and slowed and put on her turn signal. One car coming the other way might have been able to see, for a brief second, the topless woman framed in the windshield, but then it was gone, and Courtney turned into the store and drove through the half-full parking lot, wondering if she should park close or far away, but decided it didn't matter and picked a spot in the middle of the lot and knew that now she was going to be seen for real, no hiding. She left the engine running and put on her mask, then psyched herself up a bit. It felt silly to feel the mask pressing against her face and feeling her hot breath, while the rest of her breathed. It made the rest of her feel all the more exposed. Was she really about to do this? What were the consequences going to be? She quickly kicked aside those worries, however, confident that she was not doing anything wrong, that she was in a way being more healthy than anybody else, and she shut off the engine and took her keys and phone and nothing else. She did not have a grocery list. She knew the few things she wanted.

And then she was standing in the concrete desert with the car door shut behind her, and the long walk towards the store before her. She could see people walking in, unaware of the naked woman far behind them. Courtney beeped her car locks and took the first brave steps forward.

Under the blazing sun on a hot-plate of concrete is one of the places where some sort of protective layering would make sense, Courtney thought. Something loose, like a dress, and a nice straw hat. Clothing had its uses. But the people ahead of her were in denim shorts or even jeans, and tight shirts. How awful it would be to be in the searing heat and humidity wearing that? They were fools, though the foolish naked woman as she got ready to walk into a public business. Now the doors were near. Somebody was coming up from the side, and she heard them gasp, but she didn't look and instead turned towards the automatic doors and entered the cool A/C of the interior.

And here she was. She heard the elevator music and the usual hum-and-drum of the grocery store, but no shocked reactions to her yet. She set her keys and phone in the tray of a shopping cart and wheeled it deeper inside the building. The cool air was nice, almost chilly on her naked body, as all her body heat escaped her. The freezer section would be fun, she thought. But first: produce.

People seemed to notice her slowly, one at a time. She heard repeated gasps, and after a while, there seemed to be a hush taking over the store. As she looked up from a display of bell peppers, she saw an employee, mask and apron and giant, shocked eyes staring at her. She smiled and waved, and then picked out a pepper. The man was frozen in place as she made her way down the rows of vegetables.

When she turned a corner towards the main aisles, a woman pushing a cart, with her little boy, froze in place before her, and the woman instantly grabbed her boy's head, shielding his eyes before he could notice, and Courtney wheeled her cart past her, smiling at her and seemingly oblivious to the scandal she was causing. It's no big deal, though, she thought. I'm not causing any harm. She turned into the first aisle, looking for some bread, and realizing as she did that nobody saw her smiles behind her mask. Oh, right, she thought. Now where's the whole wheat?

She must have been a spectacle standing there with her body bent forward, inspecting the loaves of bread, because when she found what she was looking for and stood back up straight, there were two young men staring at her from the end of the aisle she entered. She waved at them, smiling with her eyes, and then put her bread in her cart and made her way down the aisle, leaving her butt for them to stare at. It's expected that they would stare, she thought. But I don't mind.

There seemed to be twice as many people waiting for her at the other end of the aisle, waiting to see the naked woman make her rounds, and Courtney paid them no mind as she dipped into the next aisle. Then she felt bad as she looked down and saw the red "X" on the floor. Oh, right, she thought. These are one-way aisles now. How inconsiderate of me.

"Ma'am?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," Courtney said, turning around to see the store employee from the produce section. "I didn't see the sign." Then she turned and paid him no mind again. When she found the spices she wanted, she looked back and he was following her.

"I'm okay," she said, and wheeled on. She could hear him calling after her. Why am I ignoring him? she thought. She felt like a kid trying to get away with shoplifting.

By the time she was halfway down the next aisle that had a green arrow on its floor, there were now three employees standing at the other end, disregarding the one-way rule. Oh jeez, these guys are gonna start trouble. They started approaching like a couple Gestapo.

"Ma'am, you can't come in here like that," one of them said as she tried to eye some coffee. But there was no playing innocent now. They came up right to her cart as she stood behind it, partially hidden except for her breasts hovering over the handrail. She stopped and said nothing.

"You can't come in here like this," another of the men said. "I'm sorry, but we can't let you leave this aisle. We're bringing you a robe from softlines, and I'm sorry, but we've had to call the police."

"The police? What on Earth for?"

"Well ma'am, for indecent exposure. You can't just walk around in public without any clothing. This is a family-friendly business, there are children here, and..."

"I'm just naked," Courtney protested. "I'm not doing anything lewd. I just didn't feel like putting anything on! I don't see the big deal."

And so the argument began. Courtney didn't know why she was making such a stand. it was not like her to be uppity with store clerks, and she knew well the inappropriateness of what she was doing, but today it seemed she woke up and decided that all that was nonsense, and she stuck to her guns.

"It's just inappropriate, ma'am, you should know that. People get offended when they see that."

"Well I don't know why, there's magazine racks with women barely wearing anything right by the registers!" she exclaimed. The men didn't seem to have an answer for that, and shuffled there on their feet, nervously waiting for their backup to come with the robe, visibly straining to keep their eyes from stopping too long on her chest, or at the peek of her pubic hair between the slats of the shopping cart.

"Well," the third man who hadn't spoken yet said. "Health is also a concern. I appreciate you wearing a mask, but if you're not going to wear anything else, that kind of defeats the point."

"Nonsense," Courtney said. "Did you know there are more germs in your mouth than in your bu—"

"Please stop arguing, ma'am," the first man said. "You know full well you're in the wrong, and you've just disturbed half our customers today, I hope you're ashamed of what you did."

Courtney looked at him in disbelief. Ashamed? For what? She couldn't believe how angry this upset man was making her. Why on Earth should he be upset? Did he really regret seeing her naked? Just as she was preparing an angry retort, a young masked woman appeared with a bathrobe, the tag still dangling from it.

"Uuuh here's the robe," her doubtful, muffled voice said, and she slowly walked forward like a dog catcher with a net. Well Courtney may be naked like an animal, but she was no dog. She huffed and turned her cart around.

"Uh, ma'am..."

"Well! I refuse to be treated like this!" she said. She turned her back to them and quickly made her way down the aisle.

"Ma'am, that's one-way!"

Courtney laughed to herself. Today was all about breaking rules. She rushed her cart out of the aisle and into a mass of people who were milling about the end of it, wanting to get a peek at the arrest of a naked woman.

"Getting groceries sure is a pain, isn't it?" she said to the nearest person, a woman her age who looked shocked beyond belief. Courtney wheeled past her and skipped the next aisle, heading for the back of the store. She needed some ground beef. She could hear the hurried footsteps behind her. Would they not just let her be?

People stood scattered and motionless like zombies in a shopping mall as she passed them, and they all slowly turned to face her as she headed to the back of the store. She could feel a sweat all over her now, and her body was full of heat from anger and excitement. She didn't know why she was being so adamant about shopping in the nude. She knew this was going to happen. And she knew she wasn't going to be able to get any ground beef today. When she reached the meat section, the butcher behind the counter looked up and widened his eyes as Courtney wheeled up to the counter. The package of ground beef he was holding fell out of his hands and on top of the arrangement of other meats behind the glass.

"I'll take that, actually," Courtney said.

The butcher was frozen, until his eyes raised up and Courtney heard the others coming behind her. Then the robe was thrown over her shoulders.

"There," the voice of the upset man said. "What the hell did you think you were doing?"

She turned to face him, his face red, her robe still open and not fully making her modest, but the man didn't dare reach forward to close it over her exposed front. Behind him, coming up the center aisle, Courtney saw a police officer. This was it.

The man stepped aside and the officer came up, clearing his throat and passing his eyes quickly and perhaps involuntarily up the opening of Courtney's robe.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, you'll have to come with me."

"But my groceries..."

"Another time, ma'am, when you're properly dressed. Come on."

The cop stepped forward and put his arm on Courtney's shoulder, and she did not protest. She grabbed her keys and phone from the cart, robe hanging open and the butcher still staring, and then she let herself be walked away. As they fell into step together, the cop gently reached and pulled the robe closed. Courtney instinctively raised her hand to hold the hem in front of her, the belt hanging at her sides and touching the floor.

She felt more humiliated being led to the front of the store in the robe with a police escort than she did entering the store naked. In fact, there was no humility until she was apprehended. That people treated their bodies as something to be criminally ashamed of seemed criminally outrageous in Courtney's mind, though she never thought about such things before.

She was taken out of the store and led to the police cruiser waiting for her. "But, my car..."

"It'll be okay here until you're released," the cop said. "Did you bring your clothes with you, ma'am?"

Courtney shook her head. "No."

She saw the cop smile and shake his own head in amusement. "Truly crazy," he said, but it didn't seem to be an insult. He led her to the back of the car and opened the door to let her in, and she had a sobering, short ride to the police station where she finally began to go over the implications of what she had done. Was she getting ready to be registered as a sex offender? Was she about to lose her job when she was lucky to still have one? She began to curse her foolishness.

At the police station, she was led in and the officer had to tie her robe closed for her because she kept letting it fall open. She had to take off her mask when they processed her. She complied, not feeling overly paranoid about being "naked" in the world of the global infection, but still a little nervous in such tight quarters. She was a little concerned when they didn't give the mask back. She didn't have time to protest, and she was led along to have her picture taken, and then put in a holding cell, where she sat on a bench in her new robe, naked underneath, feeling strangely exposed that way. But at least it was comfortable.

When she was given the opportunity for her phone call, she thought it over, and called the only person she could think to confess her sins to: Sarah, her college buddy. Sarah was a little taken aback, concerned, but understanding, though she didn't learn about what exactly Courtney had done until she got to the police station, where she was surprised to find Courtney in nothing but a robe.

Courtney was surprised to be told that there were no charges against her. She was given a slap on the wrist. The arresting officer said that she did not mean any harm, and she considered herself very lucky. It could have been much worse. Would it have been different if she were a man? Possibly.

As she and Sarah walked out of the police station, Courtney couldn't escape a little interrogation.

"So why exactly were you in the grocery store naked?" she asked.

"I just didn't feel like putting anything on," Courtney admitted.

"That's crazy, Courtney. Has lockdown really got you that unhinged?"

"No," Courtney said. "It just made me readjust my perspective a little."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but just be glad you got off with a warning. I can't believe you let people see you like that."

"I don't see the big deal, it's nothing they don't have."

Sarah just shook her head and they got in her car so they could drive back to the grocery store for Courtney to pick up her vehicle. She guessed she would get to keep the robe, which was getting stuffy out in the heat. She certainly wasn't going to go back into the store and take it off to return it, as much as she wanted to.

Then she remembered she still didn't have any groceries. Maybe she would have to go in, shopping in her robe this time, and she would pay for it when she was at the counter. She was not going to waste an evening without getting food. That's what she would do, she decided. Shopping in her robe would feel almost as good as shopping naked, at least inside the store where it was cool.

But as they turned into the store, both Courtney and Sarah were quite surprised to see walking through the parking lot another naked person, this one a man, about Courtney's age, a little thick with a stomach but no shame, marching towards the front of the store. And, ahead of him, was an older woman, also nude, just entering the store, where the staff inside was sure to be up in arms.

"What the hell..." Sarah muttered. She pulled her car close to the entrance and watched the naked guy go in, and inside, they could see the woman through the windows grabbing her cart.

"Is there something in the air today or something?" Sarah asked. "Has everybody lost their mind?"

"I don't know," Courtney said, but she smiled as she looked on, witnessing another person entering the store without clothes, this one a young woman, younger than her, perky up top and sure to scandalize everybody inside, but she didn't seem to walk any differently.

"Did you cause this, Courtney?" Sarah then asked, and Courtney was sure her stunt must have instantly inspired the others who saw or heard of her, others who perhaps had the same thoughts she did upon leaving her house.

"I guess I did," Courtney said. "Isn't it beautiful?"

And with that, she undid the belt of her robe and opened it, baring herself in her friend’s car.

“What are you doing?” Sarah exclaimed.

“Getting some groceries.”

The Naked Rooftop Pool Party

The sun was already going down as Chloe and her friends stepped out onto the rooftop patio of the hotel they were staying at for a small artist's convention. Though it was quickly growing dark, the air was still thick with humidity, even up on the twentieth floor, and the pool with all its glowing lights was ever-so inviting. Chloe was a little self-conscious about swimming in front of her friends, half of which were guys. She didn't like thinking—knowing—that they were staring at her, even though she was wearing a set of swim trunks and a modest one-piece, just being wet and only slightly more bare was enough to stir erotic desires. Plus, even though she knew she was considered cute, she always had a hard time convincing herself that she was. It didn't help that Lacey was with them, a certified bombshell. She stole the show with her glamorous face, accentuated Asian eyes, and her curvy body, and she at once took the pressure off of Chloe (who was also Asian, Filipino to be exact, but not the "hot" type of Asian, apparently), but also made her feel impotent in comparison.

"Looks like we got the pool to ourselves," said Connor, one of the guys, the most confident of the male half of their party, and he pulled off his shirt, displaying his rippled and toned torso. Chloe tried not to stare. The other males of the group, at least Sheldon, the skinny guy with glasses, seemed to be self-conscious in the presence of Connor the same way Chloe was in the presence of Lacey. He delayed taking off his shirt as long as possible, until Connor dove right into the water, coming up shouting that it was surprisingly warm.

Chloe and the other girls made their way to a set of tables to spread their things out and Lacey went about peeling off her shirt, revealing the bikini-top underneath, and drawing the eyes of Sheldon and the other guys. But she didn't rush into the water, and instead stood there, looking out at everything on the roof, as if to ascertain something. What that something was, Chloe didn't know. The one other girl, Kendra, stripped down to her bathing suit matter-of-faculty and entered via the steps, joining Connor. Chloe didn't have much to strip off; she was already wearing her shorts.  But as she pussyfooted around the patio, she watched Lacey more intently, and it looked like her friend was planning something. A grin was beginning to form on her face.

"Well, if there's nobody here..." she trailed off, then she turned to Sheldon and the other guy, Roger, though they would no doubt not object to what she was about to propose. "Anybody mind if I skinnydip?"

This comment seemed to cause a magnetic effect with all eyes on the patio, which jerked towards Lacey in disbelief, as Chloe looked, hardly believing what she had just heard (or actually, fully believing, as this was something Lacey would totally do).

"Go for it," Roger blurted out. Sheldon seemed shocked.

"Won't we get in trouble?" he asked.

"With who?" Lacey protested "Hardly anybody's at this hotel tonight. Nobody cares about our little convention. Chances of somebody coming up are nil, and I hate swimming with clothes."

"Can't argue with that," Connor said, wading closer to the edge of the pool. And then, to Chloe's disbelief, Lacey pulled loose the cups of her top and struggled the obtrusion off of her body, popping her pointy, tan breasts free, free for everybody to see up there on that rooftop, the shimmering light from the pool dancing on them, and if the passengers behind the honking cars twenty stories below only knew that a girl was getting naked under the humid night air, they would have pulled into the nearest available parking spot and rushed their way on up. Lacey didn't seem to mind that possibility, as before her friends, she shrugged down her shorts and wiggled her hips free of that obstruction, wriggling into complete exposure, her smooth-shaven delta looking back at Chloe and Sheldon and Roger. Then she tossed her clothing aside and walked to the steps into the pool, showing off the motions of her naked butt to her staring friends. Chloe was beside herself now.

"Holy crap, Lacey!"

Lacey didn't seem to notice her friend's shock as she slipped into the water, her bare body underlit and taking on a dramatic appearance. Connor gave her wide berth as she launched forward and propelled herself through the water, a nude, smooth figure, the thin line of her butt crack rippling under the surface. Kendra hovered there in the water, watching her go by, and what looked like a small smile was creeping across her face. Before Chloe's shocked eyes, her other female friend waded to the side of the pool and undid her top. Soon it was free and, her bare back turned to everybody, she set it on the pavement and crouched in the water to slide off her bottom, and what was underneath blended with the rest of her skin under the water, her whole body shining one single, even hue, and she stood again to discard the rest of her suit on the pavement and turned around to face everybody, her bare breasts above the water, a rippling wedge of black pubic hair under the surface. She was grinning, and now Chloe was the only clothed female on the rooftop. Thank God nobody was looking at her next, expecting her to follow suit. Everybody was staring at Lacey and Kendra, including Connor, who was thrilled to be in the water with them.

"Man..." Roger murmured out next to Chloe, and he only briefly turned his eyes to her, then back out at the water, licking his lips briefly, and Chloe suddenly didn't like standing there with two guys. Sheldon was just staring, his mouth on the floor.

Then Connor, wading in the middle of the two swimming water nymphs, dipped under the water, where it looked like he was preparing to do a somersault, but then he came back up, and the bright orange of his swimming trunks separated from him, raised up in the air from his dripping hand. A puff of pubic hair and a waving penis hid just under the surface.

"Skinny dip party!" he yelled, and threw the trunks out of the pool. They landed just on the edge, half-hanging there, and he threw himself back in the water, doing a breast-stroke, his wide body still as elegant as the girls' as he swam. Now Roger and Sheldon appeared conflicted, as did Chloe. They obviously didn't want to get naked, and Chloe definitely didn't want to get naked, but here they were, the odd ducks out, and maybe Chloe didn't feel so awkward next to them, because they were feeling as awkward as her. That is until Roger stepped forward, peeled off his shirt, and then didn't stop at that. Chloe found herself gasping, and she was sure she saw Sheldon in the corner of her eyes averting his gaze, but her gaze was locked forward as the trunks dropped and she was staring at a surprisingly well-formed male ass that she wouldn't expect an average-looking guy like Roger to have, and he turned sideways to toss his shorts to the table and she caught sight of his penis, poking out of the puff of black hair at the base of his hips, curving down, but elongated. There was no crown; he appeared to be very much uncircumcised, but the details were fleeting, as soon the penis was gone when Roger smiled at them and turned to go into the pool. Now Chloe and Sheldon were left standing in shock. Roger entered the water, greeting his naked male friend and his two naked female friends equally, and he threw himself in the water, less graceful than the others, more like a flailing manatee, but his square, manly ass poked out of the water and was tracked by Chloe's eyes. Then she broke her gaze away and found herself looking at Sheldon, who was looking at her. He shrugged, and his face appeared fearful. He was just as afraid as she was at the prospect of getting naked. She thought about offering to go inside. They didn't have to follow suit. They could go back to their rooms and watch TV separately or something. But then Lacey's voice called out to them.

"Come on in, scaredy-cats! The water's fine, and it's especially fine with nothing on! Nobody's gonna stare!"

But up there on the patio, Chloe felt like she was on a stage. Of course they would stare. Not until she got under the water, and even then she would be tantalizingly close to all of them. It didn't seem like innocent fun to her. But her heart was pounding, because she was quickly realizing, as if approaching a guillotine, that she was going to be taking off her clothes in front of everybody. Sheldon seemed to be coming to the same conclusion, as the look of horror and denial on his face matched what she was feeling. The question was: who was going to disrobe first?

Chloe decided to go with the "off like a band-aid" method. Before Sheldon's shocked eyes, she dropped her shorts. To his relief, she was clothed underneath in the one-piece she wore. But without pausing—for pausing would give her second thoughts—she slid her shoulder straps off and wriggled the bathing suit down her pale torso, revealing to the shocked young man her petite, pointy breasts, slim stomach, and then unruly bush below, as the black suit traveled down her white thighs. Her whole body was shaking as she stepped out of her suit and stood there helpless, exposed, with nowhere to run, except for, of course, the pool. But she just stood there, fumbling with her hands, covering her crotch at first, but then letting them rest at her sides, looking at Sheldon as if to say "well?" But he was too shocked at the up-close sight of her, probably the first time he had been in arm's reach of a naked girl, let alone seen a naked girl as of a few minutes ago. His mouth worked like he was trying to say something and the more Chloe stood there naked in front of him, she felt less nervous herself and more in power, for she was causing this petrification. It was like she had telekinetic powers, and could freeze a man in his tracks in an instant. She decided to have mercy on her friend, and slowly turned to walk to the pool, where all the others, as promised, weren't staring, but were enjoying their time in the water, though Connor did look up and grin. That made her feel vulnerable again. As did the thought that Sheldon was now staring at her ass as she walked to the pool. So she looked back, and he was quickly getting rid of his shorts, his skinny body now fully revealed, his lesser self as skinny as his whole self. But she did not stare. She turned and faced the water, and stepped down into the remarkably warm pool, and then it was all comfort, as she threw herself in and at once felt like she was floating on a cloud, nothing on her body to distract from her form moving in the water. It was like a dream of flying through the clouds. She paddled forward, the saline scent splashing in her nostrils, and the heads and shoulders of her friends up ahead, and she was suddenly glad she had done this. Soon she heard a gentle slap of water as Sheldon was entering the pool behind her. Now they were all on equal footing. Lacey turned to them, grinning. "Finally came in, huh? Hey! Let's play a game of chicken!"

That was a little bit too much to handle at once; Chloe had just gotten over the hurdle of taking off her clothes in front of her mixed-gender friends, but now there was talk about getting on top of each others' shoulders in the buff? Bare privates rubbing against the back of others' necks? But Connor and Roger seemed to love the idea, and soon everyone was huddling in the middle of the pool, with Sheldon hovering just outside the group, Chloe finding herself in the middle of bare, wet, sparkling naked skin. And then the teams were made: Connor and Lacey vs. Roger and... eyes traveled around, fixing on who would be Roger's partner. "Chloe?" They looked at her because he had been looking at Roger. Chloe perked up. "Uh..."

And so it was decided. Chloe would ride on the shoulders of Roger and battle Lacey in the nude. Sheldon was now closing in on the group, to be witness to this contest.

Roger was smiling, and seemed to be apologetic at the same time as he lowered in the water for Chloe to climb up on his shoulders. This is weird, she thought. It felt like she was getting ready to have sex with him, except instead of straddling his hips, she was straddling his back, as if she was about to go to town on him with a strap-on, until she hooked her legs over his shoulders, and her bush flattened against his neck—she was sure he loved that—and she felt his cool skin against her nether-lips, which made her tremble, and then she was raised above the water, as was Lacey in front of her, on the shoulders of Connor, brave and nude in the open air before her, like a naked jouster. And then the fighters advanced.

Lacey was grinning as she grew close, and Chloe locked arms with her. Lacey's pointy breasts jiggled with the impact, and Chloe couldn't help but look down and feel weird to be in such close proximity to another naked girl. But they twisted on the shoulders of their naked male load-bearers (was there a load brimming inside them? Chloe wondered...), who seemed to have no problem facing themselves eye-to-eye in the buff. At least their privates were below the surface, and out of eye-shot of being stared at or confronted with. It was just as if this were any normal pool party, which it quickly began to feel like as Chloe wrestled with Lacey to try and dethrone her, their charges pivoting in the water, Lacey leaning off balance on Sheldon's shoulders, Chloe giving a triumphant push, and there went the draw of every male eye in every group: Lacey went tumbling into the water.

Chloe found herself raising her fists into the air and shouting "yes!" and Roger below her was laughing. Then he lowered himself to allow her to slip off her shoulders.

They looked at each other briefly as they stood on even level in the water, and Chloe felt a slight stutter in her heart, to be locking eyes with the guy who had a cute butt, his penis inches away from her thighs. Then Lacey came up shouting for round two.

But then another voice joined their chorus. A gruff, surprised voice, shouting "what are you doing here?"

They all looked up to see a big man, but a man intimidated by what he saw, and not sure how to deal with it.

"You can't be up here like this," he said. He looked like he was trembling. If he were a cop with real authority, he would be reaching for his gun, but he was helpless to try to impart some dominance over this unruly group, until Lacey spoke up.

"This is a naturist gathering, this is our religion," Lacey said, standing proudly half out of the water, her breasts pointing accusingly at the man. "It's discrimination to tell us to stop!"

"Uh..."

The rest of the naked party just stood there, waiting to see what would happen, until, surprisingly, the man turned around and walked back inside.

"Sure told him," Lacey gloated. Then the next pair-up was decided. The winners, Chloe and Roger, against Kendra, and Sheldon, who found himself surprised to be picked, and it was him who would ride on the woman's shoulders, for he was so light. Chloe found herself atop Roger once again, and this time faced the scared young man, who seemed overtaken by trembles as he climbed atop the shoulders of Kendra, who was all smiles, and his dick nestled in her neck, where Chloe was sure it was growing more rigid by the second, pressing into her nape, and he looked at her as if she were a legendary minotaur, and the fighters once again advanced.

She felt somehow more confident facing off against Sheldon than she had against Lacey, for Sheldon seemed overwhelmed, to be riding atop a naked girl with his dick resting comfortably along her neck and facing off against another naked girl, their hands instantly locked, Chloe's breasts pointing just below the boy's chin, which pointed up, away from the danger of being accused at staring. He was breathing heavy, and it was no challenge to knock him off balance. The last sight Chloe had of Sheldon was his wide-eyed face as he slid off Kendra's shoulders and plunged into the water. She imagined that this was probably the best day of his life, as it felt so for her, because this was her second consecutive win, and she threw up her fists and shouted in victory once again.

*****

"Excuse me, um ma'am?"

The security guard approached the front desk lady with humility, as if he were about to confess something, for which he was, for he failed to stop a bunch of young guests from swimming in the nude in the hotel's pool.

"Yes?"

"I believe we may have an incident upstairs."

The young woman narrowed her eyes at the security guard. She had a way of instilling fear not unlike the idea of a stern librarian, though she was much younger than the stereotype, and intimidatingly prettier. "And?" she pressed.

"Well, there appear to be a group of young people upstairs, in the pool, partaking in, what shall I say, a skinny-dip."

The young woman's eyebrows furrowed even harder.

"They're naked up there? Did you not tell them to leave?"

"Well, they said... it was their religion."

The young woman appeared exasperated.

"Their what?"

"I don't know, ma'am, they told me they had a right to be unclothed, and they sent me away."

"You're the security here and you had guests command you to be sent away?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Quit calling me that. I'm Takesha. And you need to go back up there and tell them to put some clothes on and get the hell out. We don't need other guests complaining."

"Y-yes ma'am."

"Quit fucking calling me that!"

"Yes ma-am."

*****

The games of chicken had ended, and now almost everybody was lounging around the pool. Some had gotten out and were lounging on the chairs, dripping dry. Chloe was among them, splaying out on a lounger and not caring anymore about her nudity. It was amazing how much a few minutes spent in undress could make her used to it. Sheldon, also shedding his shyness, was standing by the iron fence bordering the edge of the roof, looking down at the streets below.

"Check it out!" he yelled. "You can see all the cars down there and everything! It's kind of weird looking at them when you're naked."

Chloe didn't feel like getting up, though, and she propped the backrest of the lounger down and laid out, looking up at the black night sky, where there were no stars, though she wished for them. Instead, an airplane passed overhead, the sound of its engine trailing behind it, and she thought to herself, if only those people up there could see down here...

Then the door to the roof opened, and out stepped the same security guard who had confronted them earlier. Chloe had no desire to move, and just glanced up from her laying position, enough to see that the man was completely uncomfortable as he approached the naked party. Those still in the pool seemed to pay him little mind.

"Um, excuse me, but I've been informed by our staff that you will indeed have to vacate the pool. Or at least put on clothes, please."

Lacey waded from the center of the pool and came to meet the security guard, resting her tired arms on the pavement and resting her chin there rather alluringly, hiding the rest of herself. "We told you it was a religious gathering. Do you wanna get sued?"

The man faltered. "Well, uh, no."

"Just let us be, dude," Connor said next, wading over to settle next to Lacey. "We're not bothering anybody. If someone wants to come up, tell them there's a private event up here. Better yet, put up a sign."

"Well, that would be all well and good if you had a permit," the guard said. "It would have been nice if you would have alerted us beforehand, and we would have accommodated."

"You would have?" Lacey said, perking up. Her chin left its resting point, her back straightened out, and she was so close to revealing her chest to the man that he was visibly stirred.

"Why yes, I do believe that could have been taken care of. We have many interesting parties here, especially during conventions."

"Could you ask to have one made up?" Lacey said next. "We really don't feel like leaving now."

"U-um yes, I can ask."

"Would you?"

"Sure thing. Consider it done."

And with that, the meek security guard bowed at the naked swimmers and left the roof, shuffling back to the door. Chloe looked up and shook her head, hardly believing they were getting away with this. It made her feel so powerful. There was power in presenting one's body and taking control of it.

After the man had left, Sheldon came over where he was standing by the railing and sat down on the metal chair near Chloe's lounger, no longer nervous about being naked in front of a naked girl, and no longer preoccupied with her nakedness, for he did not stare at her as she was splayed out, all her glory there for his eyes if they cared, her breasts flattened out by gravity and her bush out in the open with nowhere to hide, but he didn't look at it. He picked up his bag to grab a can of soda. Chloe went back to looking up at the night sky, and the airplanes and satellites floating around up there, and relished the sensation of the night air drinking the moisture off of her bare skin.

*****

"You what?"

Takesha was now furious. Her lips trembled in anger.

"It seemed plausible for them to be given a permit. It's unlikely anybody is going to go up there tonight, anyway," the guard explained.

"I'll have it made that you get fired after tonight if you don't get those naked people off that roof!" she shouted, then turning her eyes ahead "Oh, hi, welcome. Would you be needing a room?"

The guard scurried off as Takesha greeted the new people coming in, but she cast him a quick, stern look, and he stayed behind, fumbling in place as she talked to the guests.

"Say, is the pool still open?" the middle-aged man of the pair, an apparent couple, asked.

"Well, um, it will be, in a moment," Takesha said. "We just have to... clean up up there."

"Oh, big party, huh?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Just getting rid of some skinny-dippers that decided the rules didn't apply to them."

She nearly slapped her hand over her mouth just as she said it. Why did she just share that information? Takesha cursed herself. She had always been known for her big mouth.

"Oh, there's skinny-dipping allowed?" the wife now said, perking up.

"Well, not exactly..."

"I don't see the harm. It doesn't bother us," the husband said. "If they're still up there, don't bother chasing them off. We'll go join them!"

"That isn't exactly aligned with the hotel rules," Takesha explained.

"Oh, who cares? Don't be a stick in the mud. It's after dark, is there really going to be a problem with it?"

Takesha seemed, finally, to be shaken.

"Well, I suppose we could issue a permit for tonight at least."

At the corner of the desk, the security guard was trying to force back a smile.

*****

"Go long!" Connor shouted as he threw a foam football they had found in one of their bags. Chloe was the one to go for it, struggling through the water on the shallow end, leaping out like a dolphin, shimmering and supine, just in time to miss the ball with the tips of her fingers.

"Darn it!" she shouted before she crashed back down on the water. She came up and walked out of the pool, stepping out of the water, dripping over the shimmering light from below, and was walking towards the gate to fetch the ball when the door to the roof opened again.

"Here we go again," Lacey said. But what came out was not the security guard, but a middle-aged couple, who gazed in wonder at the naked party going on, but didn't seem to be all that surprised.

"Is it too late to catch the party?" the man said.

Lacey and the others in the pool turned around to survey the old couple. They seemed innocently inquisitive, not judging at all on the nudity that was occurring.

"Yeah man, we'll be up here all night if they don't stop us."

"We just talked to the front desk person. She said we're good for tonight."

"That's the ticket," Connor said, and he turned to everybody and everybody cheered. Then the couple found a set of chairs and set down their things and began undressing as casually as if they were merely stripping down to their bathing suits. But they wore no bathing suits. They were packed in their bags, which were back in their room, but they had no need for them now, as their shirts and slacks were peeled away to reveal them in their natural state, sweaty, cumbersome clothes being replaced with sweaty, clammy skin, soon to be refreshed in the fresh water.

"Oh, I've been waiting for this," the man said as he approached the edge, unashamedly nude, cock dangling, but nobody bothering to stare, because they were all used to it, and he dived right on in. His wife walked to the edge of the pool, freed of all her clothes, and looking quite glamorous, her prominent chest thrust out as she strutted to the stairs to leisurely let herself into the water with everyone else. Then the potentially distracting sight of her well-taken-care-of body disappeared under the ripples, and she joined the naked fun.

"Hey, wanna play football?" Connor called to the couple, and they both smiled and approached.

And so the naked rooftop pool party commenced for many more hours. And after that, a regular system of pre-approval for skinnydipping up on the roof was instated.

The Naked Limousine

The limo pulled up to the curb in front of Sandra's hotel and her heart fluttered. She hurried out to make sure it didn't drive away without her. She would be the only one riding in this limo. Well, that wasn't true. She was a party of one, joining other apparent parties of one, or perhaps some couples. It wasn't necessarily a singles event. It was a social mixer. And an experiment. She didn't know why she decided to sign up for it. Maybe it was an inner desire to be racy and fun, or a desire to see if it would be as awkward as her friends probably would have thought it was going to be (she hadn't told them and was afraid to tell them), because she knew from the advertisement that this was a co-ed activity; both guys and girls would be sitting close to each other and... well, she didn't know. Sandra could hardly imagine what must go on in The Naked Limousine, which was about to pull away.

"Wait! wait!" she yelled, rushing towards it as it jerked to a stop. If there were people inside with cocktails, they probably sloshed some on themselves. Her fault. Sandra didn't know why she was rushing to go into a limo where she would have to be naked and in close-quarters with other passengers. It was her chance to get out of all this. But, afterall, she had already paid, and now she was at the doors of the intimidating black limo. The driver's side opened and the driver himself stepped out, not naked, and dressed to the nines.

"Are you Sandra Barlow?" the portly, stern-faced man asked.

"Yes I am." Her heart was beating so fast.

"Please get in. And once inside, please disrobe immediately."

And that was it. He got back in without any further questioning. And there the car-door was in front of her, whatever faces may be looking at her hidden behind the tinted glass, and their owners most definitely naked. She hesitated, almost expecting the door to open for her, and then she finally did it.

And there were four naked people greeting her, grins and nothing else. Well, there was certainly something else. Big naked tits, and naked dicks lying in their owners' naked laps. There were two guys and two girls, and Sandra's entrance would tip the scales in favor of the girls. That, for what it was worth, made her at least feel more comfortable. Slightly. There appeared to be plenty of space, but it looked like she had a choice of sitting next to a guy, or a girl, or on a row all by herself, which was no fun.

"Come on, get on in!" they called to her. They were probably nervous that people on the outside could see them, and indeed even Sandra turned and glanced over her shoulder to see if anybody was staring, and there wasn't, but the naked group was still beckoning, so she climbed in and picked a seat aiming for the least-awkward situation but found herself settled next to a medium-build guy with curly, shiny hair, a slight paunch, and a noticeably fat phallus laying against his thigh, probably fattened by the very attractive girl he was sitting next to, a petite blonde with very perfect, symmetrical spheres for breasts and long hair, and no hair below, just a crevice to attract the young man's eyes, and across from him was a stocky, slightly chubby Asian girl, with very large breasts and exceptionally large areolas, and next to her was a very fit, very attractive guy who Sandra wished she could sit next to, but the chubby Asian girl was blocking the way to him, so she settled for the average guy, and she closed the door.

Welcome!" The Asian girl said, and everyone else grinned. The limo pulled onto the street and suddenly they were in motion. Sandra could feel the road moving below her, and it sort of felt like being on a ship and feeling the water sloshing the boat, all the passengers rocking slightly, the Asian girl's pendulous breasts slowly swaying, and Sandra did almost feel sick, not from the motion, but from the realization that this was it. Time to get naked.

They all seemed to be looking at her in expectation. But nobody said anything. Sandra looked around the interior, at all the four passenger's faces and the bodies the faces owned, and she realized, seeing the variety of body shape even in this small group, that she had nothing to fear, and she unbuttoned the loose button-up that she always wore because she was self-conscious of her body, but now the shirt was opening and she was about to be up-close-and-personal with these four other naked passengers.

"I tell you what, it's not just the A/C, but I feel cooler already having sat here for a while," the Asian girl said, not to Sandra directly, but to the group.

"Definitely," the young man next to Sandra said. "Wish I could get out and spend the rest of the day like this."

"One day," the attractive man across from him said. "I think that's kind of the goal of this thing: to get public nudity normalized."

"Here's to that," the other man said.

"Cheers!" said the Asian girl. "Oh, there are drinks if you'd like."

Sandra nodded as she slipped off her shirt and sat there for a moment in her bra. The blonde girl sitting on the other side of the car was the most quiet. She passed a polite smile over the group and just rested there with her chin on her hand, looking quite dainty, interested in the scenes passing by outside as much as the scene inside. Sandra was now popping off her bra, heart rattling as her breasts looked back at the guests sitting in front of her. But they only politely smiled and then looked elsewhere as Sandra went about the uncomfortable process of sliding out of her jeans. She was sweating; she felt muggy, but the interior of the limo was cool. And as she slipped her shoes off and then her feet out of her jeans, she peeled down her panties and felt the cool air on her lap. As she slid them down her legs she felt instantly at ease, despite every reason not to, but because everybody else was naked, she didn't feel in the spotlight. She just sat there, completely bare and her skin cool, almost in a daze at the realization that she was now naked with others, and she bundled up her clothes on the floor with her feet.

"You can throw them in the seat behind you," the Asian girl said. Sandra nodded and picked up her clothes and glanced over her shoulder, where the other people's clothes were all in a pile. She tossed hers on with them.

"Don't nude places usually make you lay out a towel on your seat?" Sandra asked, thinking back to all the had heard about nudist resorts and the strict rule of carrying a towel around with you.

"Not here I guess. Apparently they steam-clean the seats after every trip," the Asian girl said. "So! What's your name?"

It was as if she had waited for Sandra to take her clothes off before making introductions. Perhaps it was unconscious, but it was significant.

"Sandra," Sandra said, brushing her hair out of her eyes. The Asian girl smiled and introduced herself as Maya.

"Pleased to meet you."

The guy next to Sandra stuck out his hand and introduced himself as Jeremy. She felt weird shaking the hand of a naked man sitting right next to her, close enough for their hips to touch, her eyes glancing down briefly at the penis laying on his thigh, perhaps a slight measure longer than it had been seconds before. She felt a tremble of excitement herself, but it was brief.

The blonde girl next to him was Sasha, her name spoken with a soft, alluring voice, and the attractive man was Barry.

"Drinks?" Maya said, and slid open a compartment that held glasses, a mini ice chest, and little bottles of liquor and other beverages.

"Sure," Sandra said, though she rarely drank. The alcohol might help calm the nerves, she thought, though she really didn't feel all that nervous anymore.

"What's your poison?"

"Uhhh is there tonic water?"

"Yep!"

"A vodka tonic, I suppose."

The happy, chubby naked girl pulled out two little bottles of vodka and a glass and made Sandra's drink for her, splashing a little tonic at the end and handing it graciously across the aisle and she went about asking what everybody else wanted to drink. Soon everybody had a glass in hand.

"So, what do you do?" Maya asked Sandra.

"Oh, well I'm a student," she said, again brushing the hair out of her eyes.

"Me too."

"At JPU?"

"Yep. Actually, they sponsored this program."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"Yeah, the president is into social experiment stuff like this, specifically nude stuff. There might end up being nude programs on campus someday. Apparently it's something he always had in mind."

Sandra thought about that. To one day be stepping out on campus as she always did, but naked. It was a thrilling and scary thought, but also intriguing.

"I've been to the main campus, the first one," Barry said.

"It's on an island, right?" Jeremy, next to Sandra, said with interest. Barry nodded.

"Yeah. And it's nudist."

This interested Sandra. She never knew all this about her school.

"Were you studying there?"

"No, it was just a visit. I'm a coach. I went to college in another state. But I always visit nudist retreats. It's just great to be out in the sun."

"That sounds awesome," Sandra had to admit. "So you're really into this stuff, huh? I guess you were probably the first one to hear about this limo thing."

"Yeah, it's a neat idea. The one thing I always hated was that if I wanted to do a nudist activity I'd have to drive for hours. It's great to have something to do right here in the city."

"What about you guys?" Sandra asked the others. "Are you regular nudists?"

Maya shook her head. "First time." She seemed to take pretty well to it.

Jeremy and Sasha shook their heads as well.

"So what is it even that nudists do?"

Barry shrugged his muscular shoulders. "Just hang out naked. Get some sun, play games. Just normal stuff."

Sandra would have asked what the point in all that was, but she already felt it in the pleasant, even temperature across her whole body and the ease with which she was talking to these people. Taking off your clothes freed something, she realized. A couple somethings, actually.

"Speaking of sun," Maya said, and she hit a button. Next thing Sandra knew, a sunroof was opening up. Now flittering rays of sun found their way down into the cabin, accompanied by the breeze and the sounds of the cars outside.

An intercom beeped. "Feel free to enjoy the sun," the driver's voice came. "But please resist the temptation to stand up and flash everybody."

"No fun," Maya said to herself, but she didn't seem too upset. Sandra could already imagine the girl jumping out of her seat and sticking herself out the window, yelling "whoo-hoo!" at everybody and baring her big breasts. It seemed to fit her character. Not quite an exhibitionist, but a lover of fun.

Sandra thought this would be about exhibitionism, a chance for strangers to show their stuff in front of each other, but she was quickly realizing that this was something distinctly different. They talked and laughed and drank and after one vodka and tonic, Sandra felt good enough to ask for another. And soon they had music going. It was becoming a party. Occasionally they would remember that they were driving around town, and Sandra would look out the window at the cars passing by, oblivious drivers behind the wheels glancing at the limo and probably having no idea what was going on inside, or pedestrians going down the sidewalk, mere feet away from a group of naked people having a grand old time. And then, a little later, Sandra felt the distinct change of motion as the limo changed lanes and slowed down, and she looked out the window to see they were pulling near another building. They watched as a young, overweight man with a nervous expression on his face approached the limo. They heard the driver's door open.

"Looks like we got another guest!" Maya said. They could hear the diver's muffled instructions to the new passenger, the same instructions Sandra had been given, and after a brief pause, the door was opened, and the young man looked at everybody with shock.

"Oh man," he said, frozen in place. He was so wide that he blocked the view of any people walking around behind him.

"Get on in!" Maya said and beckoned with her hand. The young man, visibly sweating, hurried inside, seeing he had only one spot to sit in: next to a naked girl. With a gulp, he entered and slid into the seat next to Maya. He almost forgot to close the door, just sitting there for a moment, mouth working like he was trying to say something and then just hanging open, eyes falling quickly to Maya's large breasts right before him and her hairy lap, but then quickly they went back up and he looked at everybody's face in the room, and then locked on Sandra with some recognition. She felt it, too; she had seen him around campus. This was interesting, she thought. She had wondered if she would bump into somebody she knew on this adventure.

"Don't forget to close the door!" Maya said, and the chubby guy shook himself out of his daze and said "oh yeah." He pulled it shut and the limo finally moved.

Then there was that silence again, as everybody waited for the newcomer to undress, which the chubby guy seemed hesitant to do. But then, more quickly than Sandra had, he struggled out of his t-shirt, freeing his ample flesh, and Sandra had to admit without being judgmental or rude that he smelled of day-old sweat. Luckily the sunroof was open.

He had some difficulty with his pants, and had to lean this way and that to struggle out of them, leaning his bare upper torso against Maya, who laughed and sloshed her drink around as his arm brushed against her left breast. Then he was free.

"I can take those," Sandra said, surprised at how forward and direct she was, and the boy cast two quick nervous glances at her and handed her his bundled clothes, which she tossed behind her.

"I know you, don't I?" he said as she turned around to look at him fully in the nude, his large belly helping nearly fully conceal a tiny thimble penis which she only saw at the bottom of her vision, only noticed, didn't stare at, though he seemed to be staring at her. Her face, actually. He was actually demonstrating a great amount of control, his eyes only briefly passing down the rest of her, a body he had only seen swathed in baggy button-ups and jeans on campus. "I've seen you at school before."

"It makes sense that there'd be a lot of people from the school here," Sandra said, quite conversationally. "In fact, I just found out they sponsored this program."

"Oh wow," the boy said, fumbling his hands in his naked lap, where it seemed awkward trying to avoid touching his penis, so he kept his hands as far away from it as he could, which also left it uncovered, which obviously made him nervous. He appeared not comfortable at all.

"So what's your name?" Maya asked with the customary introduction.

"O-Orson," the boy said, casting a nervous glance at the naked woman just inches away from him. But her disarming smile seemed to perhaps half-succeed in making him loosen up. "Do you drink, Orson?"

"Uh, no."

"Well, we have water and soda, too!" she said, and pulled open the hidden ice chest again. Orson requested a Diet Coke and Maya handed him a can and then the rest of the introductions were made just as before and Orson eventually became conversational and asked them what this social nudity experiment was all about, and Barry, again, imparted his philosophy from experience, Orson leaning forward to look at him as he talked, looking across Maya's nude contours to this man's rocky landscape and noticeably tense in the neck as he obviously strained to avoid looking at the man's measurable length below, and his eyes occasionally darting over the sparking image of Sasha sitting by the window, legs gracefully crossed, upper torso primly straight, rounded chest soft and feminine.

Conversation traveled around again, with some wondering where they were going, and how long the drive would be. The literature on the event's website was vague on that matter, and theories went around. Orson seemed to become at ease, though with one glance, Sandra saw that part of him wasn't. What was a thimble-penis earlier was now a three-inch slug, rolling out on his thigh as his shoulders touched Maya's, who was looking away and talking to Barry on her other side. Orson was still sweating. He looked and saw that Sandra was looking at him and he opened his mouth to say something but stopped, perhaps because addressing her with his quickly-ascending state would just make that state even more urgent, and he looked away again, pretending to listen to Maya and Barry's conversation, raising his Diet Coke and taking a loud slurp, and then Jeremy asked Sandra something, and she turned to him real quick, feeling on top of the social ladder now, feeling not only confident but also powerful in her nude form which was able to hypnotize the boy across from her, and she talked casually with Jeremy for a while, who she had been unsure about when she had entered, but he proved to be affable and cool, apparently an artist, occasionally an artist of nudes, which made sense why he was here. And then when Sandra glanced back, she saw Maya turn to look at Orson and abruptly look down to see the slug had now become a tree, and she laughed and play-shoved Orson a bit, which made him cower, and then much to Sandra's surprise, Maya reached out and batted at his erection.

"They happen, what can you say?" she said and laughed. She may have been a little drunk. Her cheeks were red. So were Orson's.

Then a red light came on: glowing letters above one of the windows, accompanied by a buzzer. The letters read: "No Sex."

"Hey!" Maya yelled. "Our back is to you! How did you see? Are there cameras in this thing?"

The driver's voice came over the intercom.

"No ma'am. But there are mirrors."

Sandra found herself sighing with relief. She was not ready to be videotaped.

"Well," Maya said to the driver. "I was just having a little fun."

"All fine and good," the driver said. "Just keep it clean. We don't like liabilities and we don't like stains on the seats."

"We'll behave!"

Then the intercom cut off and the letters disappeared, and Maya turned to Orson and play-shoved him again. "Don't worry, guy, I was just messing. There's no pressure here." Orson nodded and was looking at the floor. His erection began to look down, too. Soon it was back to its receded state, and Barry began speaking about matters of sex.

"You know that's funny, yeah nudism isn't about all that," he gestured towards Maya, and Orson's lessening erection. "But at that island campus, it's actually encouraged."

"You're telling me it's a swinger's club?" Jeremy asked across from him.

"I mean there are places like that, but this was different. There was a distinct goal to create and teach an air of sex-positivity. So scenes like... that—" again motioning towards the people to his right—"weren't uncommon. They didn't allow big orgies or outright sex in the open, but a little sexuality was accepted. It was an interesting balance."

"Well I guess it has to be accepted since it's a college campus," Sandra mused. This made Barry smile and he pointed at her.

"That's exactly it, I think. Bunch of college-aged kids... you know the deal."

Sandra squirmed in her seat a little. She didn't exactly know the deal. But not everybody was the same.

"So the whole point of this," Orson said, "...is to get people used to normal nudity?"

"I'd define ‘normal,’ but yeah," Barry said. "'Social' nudity. To get people used to each others' bodies. Afterall, nudist resorts don't have a problem with it."

Sandra nodded to herself. This all made sense, and the past few minutes proved it to her. Even Orson nodded and seemed to get it. It seemed as if a great pressure was let off of him, as he sipped his Coke not reflexively, but actually enjoyed it, and enjoyed his time relaxing without clothing. Sandra only wished that she had the sun and fresh air and a pool and nature to enjoy naked, as real nudists did, and not to be confined to this limousine.

It was then that she noticed the limo taking another slowing turn, and she wondered if they might be picking up another person. When she looked out the window, though, she saw a parking lot and a large fence, and the roof of some building behind it, peeking up and glittering into the sunlight. There was a portion that was glass-roofed, suggesting a pool. She started to perk up.

"Say, where are we headed?" Jeremy said. Everybody looked at each other; nobody had the answers. Soon the limo came to a complete stop, and they heard a dial tone from outside the car, possibly a call box, and then there was the rumbling of metal, like a gate sliding open. Then the limo moved again. Everybody was silent now in their naked suspense, and the reality that they were all naked in front of each other was a long-distant realization, even for Orson.

Eventually the limo came to a stop again, and this time the engine shut off. The driver's voice came over the intercom.

"We're making a little stop," he said. "You may get out, and you may leave your clothes in the vehicle."

They all looked at each other in disbelief. Step out into the open sunlight nude? Only Barry seemed to realize what was going on, and he had a smile slowly forming.

Sandra braved it and opened the car door on her side, while Sasha, without any fear, opened hers. They all stepped out onto a grassy parking area, made such, perhaps, for the consideration of the bare feet that were to step out on it, and they stood in the sun and marveled at what was around them. They were inside a small compound, the fence high and blocking prying eyes, but the sun graciously beating down on their bare skin, and before them was a grand entrance to a big open lobby, and through it they could see a pool beyond.

"Welcome to the Sun and Spa," the driver said, getting out and circling the limo to address the naked guests. "Enjoy your stay. We will remain here for as long as you like. In addition to the pool, there are saunas and a hot tub, and a garden that you may enjoy. We even have a library if you'd like to do some reading while in there. Oh, and there is a bar and café. Have fun."

They all looked at each other again in disbelief, and set out to enjoy an unexpected afternoon of sun and air and completely uninhibited nudity. Sandra could hardly believe it, and she walked in a sort of daze, not used to walking out in the open nude without being told to stop, without having to worry about being caught, with full carte blanche to enjoy herself. And she arrived here naked, and would leave here naked. There was something magic in that. So she and the rest walked side-by-side, Orson walking unsure of himself and acting as if he were in a dream (and perhaps he was), and they entered the remarkably cool lobby, and Sandra didn't know what she wanted to do first: take a swim, or perhaps read in the garden. She was a little muggy from being out in the day, even after cooling off in the limo. A swim would be nice. So she made for the back towards the glass-walled doors entering into a sunny pool for all to enjoy, and everybody followed her.

There were fresh towels to be taken, and there were many other people in the pool, perhaps passengers of other naked limos, or people who already knew about this secret oasis within the city. Barry seemed to voice this disbelief as if reading her mind.

"I can't believe this place has been here and I never knew about it," he said. "I mean, I had heard rumors."

The people in the water were waving them in, and everybody found a suitable chair and then entered the pool. Swimming nude was the most pristine experience Sandra could have asked for. Even though it wasn't outside, or in the ocean, the sun still beat down on her through the glass roof and as she slipped into the water and leaned forward into a swim, the incredible, limitless feeling of slicing through the water without any obstruction was like some epiphany to her. Greater still was getting out of the water, feeling rather sexy to be dripping nude in front of so many people, but at the same time not being treated as some sex god, just a normal naked person, and she grabbed a lounger and relaxed, feeling thrill and comfort at the same time to have her body laid out so exposed. And in no time at all, she was air-dried. She leaned up to watch the others enjoying themselves. Orson was an absolute water baby, born again now that he had discovered the same joys she just had. But now, Sandra wanted to feel the sun directly, and she took her towel and went and found the café before going out into the garden. She found it, and a clothed barista gave her a coffee—to be added to her tab, since she had no wallet—and then Sandra explored the building, following signs to the garden and discovering on the way the library, tucked away in an unassuming nook that unfolded to reveal a wide room full of tomes, many books, from the standard popular thrillers and mysteries, to esoteric explorations about nudism and naturism itself. She picked one of those, and then exited the library, following a winding hall until she came to a glass door shining with sunlight, and then she stepped out into the most peaceful and isolated spot away from all the craziness of the city that she could think of. Lush vines climbed narrow walls, and there were many passages, but central to all of them was a courtyard of sorts, with statues, ranging from young, virginal, nude girls, to Adonises demonstrating the peak of male performance, none of them sexualized, but beatified, and there were benches and loungers everywhere, and Sandra settled down on a lounger, with a concrete pedestal conveniently placed to sit her coffee, and she laid back and cracked open the book, and spent some time reading into one author's thoughts on social nudity while she listened to birds chirp and heard the very distant and muffled sounds of the cars of the city, which were soon background noise as she disappeared into a writer's thoughts and then, despite the caffeine, she found herself sleeping on the lounger until she was discovered, splayed out nude, a usually embarrassing state to be found in, but not here, and she was told they would be leaving within an hour, which made her sad, but she had had more than she paid for on this trip, and closing her book, she decided to go try the saunas, and after that maybe some food from the café, and after that they would be off, and she would hate to leave this place, but there was still the entire return trip back.

And that's when she decided that signing up to ride The Naked Limousine was the best decision she had made in her life.

The best naked choice: embrace nature. That’s what many characters discover in “A Naked Nature”. But no matter the setting, Life's More Fun Naked!

About P.A. Choi

P.A. Choi has had a long, proud career of writing erotica for seven years, where he has mainly pursued his favorite themes of exhibitionism, public nudity, and the fine line between naturism and eroticism.

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