I pranced down the street, the light night breeze sending a tingle through my spine as it touched my bare skin. I had been preparing for this moment for days and was glad that I had decided to shave my bush. I was debating just doing a little trimming, but decided to go the extra mile and go completely bare. I had never had a lot of hair in that area thanks to my routine trimming. However, this is the first time that i was without my landing strip. i had always considered a full shave, as I heard that men like their pussies like that. I never went through with it though because whenever I had sex with a man that was bare, it felt like I was humping a little child. I guess I figured that men would feel the same way. For today, bare was definitely the way to go. With nothing covering my bare mound, the cool spring air was free to caress every inch of body.
My breasts were gently bouncing, free from the tight hold of my bra. I had always wore a tight bra to prevent such a thing from happening, but today I was happy to see them jiggling around like a bowl full of Jell-O. My nipples were as hard as little rocks, plowing through the gentle breeze like the nose cone of a commercial airliner. They were proudly pointing the way. I hadn't considered my titties to be overly large, but after I started getting hit on by guys complimenting the size of them, I determined that they must be at least above average.
I reached my arms behind my head and ran my long slender fingers through my smooth brunette hair. When I had stroked to my lower back where my hair ended, I reached under it and flipped it. The strands bounced up in the air and slowly landed back at their resting position down my back. I took my hands and ran them down my curvy hips. I had made sure to wax every hair from my entire body in the days leading up to this night. My skin was so smooth that, if I had worn clothes, they would have simply slid right off of me.
I slid my hands around to my luscious, round butt. I ran my hands in a circular motion on each of my cheeks, as they flexed and relaxed with each step that I took. I returned my hands to my side and began walking backwards, allowing the gentle breeze to tickle my behind. I continued walking forward and began to massage my 34D breasts. It's not everyday a woman gets the chance to walk through the streets as bare as the day she was born, so I intended to enjoy every moment of late night stroll, hoping the memories will last me a life time.
The streets of the town were unusually quiet. There were very few cars on the road, none of which were heading her way. The streets were lit by dim street lamps, meaning there was very little light. The lights from the house windows provide most of the light to the street. At this hour, only a few of the houses still had their lights on, as many people had already went to bed for the night.
My slow walk eventually turned into a light skip, allowing my breasts to shake even more violently. I slowed back to a a walking pace when I saw the silhouette of a person standing at a screen door, peeking out into the dim street. As I approached, the door opened and out came an elderly woman wearing an evening gown. She made her way down the steps and began walking down the walkway to the sidewalk. I slowed to a halt.
"Happy Birthday Jennifer," the woman said.
I approached the woman and wrapped my arms around her. Due to her height, I had to bend my knees slightly to avoid planting her face in my tits as I hugged her. "Thanks Mrs. Fisher."
She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I released her from my embrace. She returned to her walkway and slowly made her way back into her house. I continued on my way, still walking at a leisurely pace. I could see a figure in the distance. It was difficult to make out who it was because of the lack of light. In fact, it was so dark, I doubt that Mrs. Fisher even saw my nakedness. I knew one thing for sure, the figure was walking this way. I continued my walk, on a collision course with the whoever was walking towards me.
As I approached, I could tell that it was an older, heavy set man. After about a minute if walking, I could see who it was: Mr. Goodman. He was walking towards me, his arms open wide. When we reached each other, we locked in an embrace, my bare skin making contact with his. We were both bare. Unfortunately, his body was considerably more hairy than mine and it was a bit uncomfortable to have these hairs touching my body. I was kind of glad when the hug was over, and my skin could once again be free of hair.
"Happy Birthday Jennifer dear," he said. "How old are you now dear?"
"18," I replied. "And happy birthday to you too."
"Well we had better head our separate ways, or else we will fritter away out time chatting," he joked, disappearing into the night.
I was sure not to lower my eyes during any point in that encounter, as I wouldn't want to get an eye full of some 69 year old package. It made my stomach sick just thinking how wrinkled and saggy everything was. I quickly threw the image out of my head and began to recall today's events.
I woke up and showered. I walked into the kitchen and my entire family was there to give me a surprise party. When they jumped out, I was kind of frightened and embarrassed. I was a little bit shy about my nudity, but in a few hours, my family had made me forget all about it. I helped my mom bake my cake, which explains the blue food coloring stain on my left boob. Turns out, that stuff doesn't washout of skin very easily. Later on we ate cake and now I'm out here naked on the street.
As I walked past the town's clock tower, looked at the time. It was 11:55 pm, which meant that I should start heading home. My walk home was faster paced because I had walked a bit further than I had originally planned. My breasts were flopping around like there was an earthquake. The breeze had gone away, but the air was still tickling my bare skin because of my pace. My, now aerodynamic body, glided through the air.
