Kate's Exhibitionist Journey
Chapter 17 - 3.45am
In which Kate figures out what she wants, and enjoys a delightful moment at the beach with Lara in the dead of the night. Or the morning.
"You're amazing."
It didn't matter how many times I heard someone say that about me, I got a giddy little rush out of it every time. Especially, as it turned out, when it was Lara who was saying it.
We were walking side by side down the deserted streets of the seaside town where she lived, having left her house a few moments ago. It was now nearly 3.45am, and it felt like the rest of the world was asleep apart from us. There were no other pedestrians, no traffic on the road, no nothing. We were out so late that even the last drunk stragglers from Saturday night's debauchery had found their way to bed by now.
Even though it was so early in the morning (or late at night, I was never sure when it stopped being one thing and started being the other), it was still a pleasant walk. There was a slight chill in the air blowing in from the sea, but not an uncomfortable one. Lara walked next to me in just a short-sleeved top and jeans for our night-time (or morning-time?) walk, having not felt the need to throw on a jacket against the conditions.
On the other hand, I looked a little incongruous. I was dressed in the only full-length coat Lara had available. A thick winter number she had pulled from the back of her wardrobe for me to wear. It was clearly far too heavy and warm a coat for our walk, even with the slight chill in the air.
But then, it was the only thing I was wearing.
Every step I took gave me an extra little thrill inside. I felt so alive. Aside from the slip-on shoes on my feet to protect me against the concrete pavement underfoot, I was completely naked underneath my borrowed coat.
I knew exactly where my clothes were. After playfully confiscating them during our evening at her house, Lara had given them back to me when she'd set me up in the spare room to spend the night. But I hadn't been the least bit interested in putting anything on. I'd finally started to put my endlessly confusing journey into some sort of order, and I wanted to celebrate that in the best way I knew how. By being wonderfully nude.
And, to echo Lara's oft-repeated word, it felt
amazing.
Ahead of us, I could see the moonlight glinting off the sea, and hear the waves gently crashing on the shore. As soon as I'd figured everything out, it felt like there was only one place I wanted to talk about it. The place where it all began. When I'd first gone nude in public, when I'd first met Lara, and where I'd first felt a woman...touch my bare body.
"I'm serious," Lara repeated as we walked, "You're amazing, Kate. I...can't believe you're doing this."
I fended off the urge to blush. Even though this was all my idea, and each step was making me more and more excited, I still felt nerves as well. I was scared, I was fearful, I wasn't sure if, once we reached our destination, I'd have the courage to do everything else I was planning to do. But...I also felt safe. I had the coat. And I had Lara.
"I just...like the fresh air," I offered back modestly, not wanting to get too big-headed and acknowledge my amazingness out loud.
"Right," she laughed, "You don't like tan lines, but you do like the fresh air. And here was me thinking you're a complicated person."
I laughed back, as we reached the seafront and crossed the deserted road to the other side. As soon as we reached the sand, I reached down and slipped off my shoes, managing to fit them in one of the big pockets of Lara's oversized winter coat. I tingled at the sensation of the sand on my bare feet again, even if the coarse surface wasn't quite as warm and inviting as it had been during the day.
"Come on," I smiled, grabbing her hand and walking on down the sand towards the waves, not giving her time to consider taking her own shoes off.
"Um," Lara offered as we walked, gesturing to her left with her free hand, "The dunes are that way."
I knew that. Over to our left stood the same dunes I'd ascended yesterday, and the first time I'd come here. The ones that hid the glorious seclusion of the nude area of the beach on the other side. But...I didn't think I needed to walk us all the way there right now. After all, there was nobody else about. The rest of the town was safely asleep. So I kept a tight hold of her hand and kept walking down towards the sea.
Eventually, I stopped and turned to her. The waves broke a few feet from where we stood, and we were now a good distance away from the road, just in case any late night travellers did drive by. I smiled at her face as it was lit up by the moon overhead.
"Here," I said definitively, "This is the perfect spot."
For a second, neither of us said anything. It almost became a bit awkward. Although I hadn't vocalised my intentions to Lara, the fact that I'd specifically decided to come out here wearing just a coat suggested that they were pretty clear either way, but just for now neither of us seemed entirely sure how to let it happen. A full body shiver passed through me under the warmth of my only covering, not from the cold, but from anticipation.
"So," she said eventually, "I mean, you said earlier that you liked it when you were pushed into your...exhibitionism by others, but also when you took charge yourself..."
"Yes," I nodded, my skin starting to tingle.
"But," she continued, "What do you actually prefer? I mean...purely hypothetically, of course, would you rather you just took charge of a situation like this and confidently took off your coat like it was nothing? Or would you rather that I--um, I mean...someone orders you to take it off and show me--I mean...them everything?"
My pussy began to moisten between my legs. Oh wow, what a choice!
In truth, I adored the idea of either scenario. Such was the ever-conflicted nature of my exhibitionism. The idea of proudly tearing off my only item of clothing and displaying my bare body to the woman next to me was thrillingly tempting. But the more submissive and vulnerable approach, of Lara firmly demanding that I take off the coat and hand it to her, leaving me blushing and nude at her mercy, was just as deliciously enticing.
But equally, I saw a secret third option. A way for us to share in the experience, for me to sort of take charge while also submitting myself to Lara's actions. I was going to end up helplessly turned on regardless of what we did. I was already well on the way underneath the coat. So, I looked straight back at her and turned the question around.
"Well, do you...want me to take the coat off, Lara?"
She licked her lips and suddenly looked a little uncertain as she stared back at me. Oh my, was she as nervous as I was? Was she just as on edge about what I was about to do? Was she...as turned on as I was?
