Chapter 19 Dtr

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 19 - DTR

In which Kate begins to worry about her relationship with Lara, before finally managing to take another decisive step forwards.

In the weeks after my delightfully nude birthday party, I continued to see Lara as often as our schedules would allow. I was enjoying myself far too much to consider doing anything else. I'd have liked to see someone try and stop me!

Almost every weekend, I would drive all the way over to see her. And once I was there, I would spend pretty much the whole time either in the nude or being wonderfully, teasingly stripped bare. I only really bothered to get dressed if we headed out for food, or if she had any unexpected guests while I was there (after the...incident with Jenny and Paul, we made sure that my clothes were always somewhere accessible). We continued to make regular trips to the nude beach, even if the onset of autumn meant that I was starting to limit the time I spent away from my clothes and swimming in the increasingly chilly UK sea.

Despite my usual endless litany of neuroses, I found that I was worried less and less about the details or the deeper meaning of what we were doing together. Spending time with Lara, who so completely encouraged and entertained my urge to be nude and on display with her calmed that side of my personality entirely. I was content. Well, content enough, anyway.

Sometimes, when I really thought about it, I did find myself questioning exactly what was going on between us. I mean, by any metric, this wasn't exactly a 'normal' relationship. We lived three hours drive away from each other, for a start. And our weekends together just revolved around me finding some excuse (or sometimes no excuse at all!) to take my clothes off in front of this woman and submit my bare body to her eager touch.

I eventually realised that I needed to spend some time figuring things out the next time I met up with Nicole. After my unfortunate post-holiday faux pas with her, when I had invited her to my apartment and answered the door nude having completely misread the level of interest she had in our friendship continuing along that sort of path, this time we met in the more formal (and more clothed) setting of another of Nicole's favourite bars in the city. While I had some residual worries from our last evening together, we quickly fell back into our normal routine of friendly conversation. Until Nicole asked one particular, entirely casual question.

"So, are you seeing anyone?"

Um. Erm. Ah. Oh.

I managed to laugh the question off and quickly move the conversation along, and Nicole mercifully decided against pressing the matter any further. But the innocent query stayed with me, and once we said our goodbyes and I was on the Tube home, my mind predictably went into overdrive.

Was

I seeing someone? I mean, just last Sunday, I had been lying naked on Lara's spare bed, loudly and giddily moaning in satisfaction as her fingers had teased another glorious climax from within me. But...was I

seeing

her? Were me and Lara 'a thing'? Or was she really just more of a mentor to my continuing exhibitionist desires? Someone who just enjoyed teasing me when I was nude? My Simon. My...Mistress Veronica.

I mean, how did I feel about her? Well, that was a stupid question. I adored her. I adored how she accepted my confusing and contradictory needs. I adored the way that she had quickly understood my limits, but also how she looked to encourage me to go a little further with my naked exploits each time. I adored how I could now spend so many hours of my life nude, not bored by myself but thrilled by being that way around someone else. And I adored how she made me feel. Not just when her hands went to work on my soft skin, but how she made me feel in general. With Lara by my side, I no longer felt scared when I was nude, no matter what I was doing. Nervous? Sometimes. but in a healthy way. And never terrified.

I wondered how Lara thought about everything. Did she tell people about me? Had she told her friends about how she had met this new girl who liked to strip her clothes off in front of her all the time? Or was I her filthy little secret? Was she seeing other people when I wasn't there? She hadn't mentioned anything like that, but then if we weren't in a 'relationship', then why wouldn't she still be seeking some companionship? Oh god, oh no, why did the idea of that upset me so much? Why did I feel bad thinking that, as I'd been sitting in that bar with Nicole, Lara could have been out on a date with someone else? Ugh, come on, Kate.

Besides, regardless of what I was doing with Lara, I still liked men, right? That's what I'd been telling myself all this time. I glanced around the tube carriage I was in and spotted a handsome guy in a smart suit a few seats down. I liked him, I was pretty certain. I could see myself going on a date with him, maybe bringing him back to my place and tearing that suit off him in my bedroom. Except...did I really want that?

Really?

I was in such a mental tailspin that I nearly missed my stop entirely. But once I was back inside my apartment, and even though I wasn't really in the mood, I brought back the image of that hot guy from the train as I lay down on my bed, took off my underwear and began to masturbate. I pictured him here, kissing me, touching me, licking me, fucking me. In my mind, of course, he was perfect at all of it. Just the way an imaginary boyfriend should be.

But as much as I tried to focus on my sexy new imaginary boyfriend as I rubbed myself faster and faster, I found my mind drifting back to Lara. Picturing her hands on my body instead. I forced my fantasy back towards mystery tube man every time. But as I finally and breathlessly climaxed, it was to the image of Lara at my side. To the memories of her gentle touch on my skin.

What the hell?!

That was it. I had to figure this all out. I'd always known, deep down, my situation with Lara couldn't just carry on as it was forever, even if I'd wanted it to. There was a conversation that we'd needed to have for some time, even if neither of us had ever really acknowledged that it existed. We had to...define the relationship.

Ugh.

I messaged her almost immediately and hopefully invited her to London for this coming weekend. I felt like if I had to have a serious conversation with her, I wanted to do it in the comfort of my own home. I was a little surprised to find that she readily and immediately agreed to that plan and said she'd book a train right then. Tantalisingly, she then sent a second message which distracted me from all of my wider concerns about what was going on between the two of us.

Train sorted. And I've got a perfect plan for you on Saturday nite... xx

Oh god. Oh wow. What now?

My worries and fears were all forgotten in an instant. My mind was suddenly alive with all sorts of intrigue. With a cavalcade of erotic possibilities now swimming through my mind, I set about pleasuring myself all over again, and found that the second climax came far sooner than the first.

*****

Slap!

"Thank you."

Oh. My. God.

Lara had done it again. I wasn't sure how she was so good at this, but she was. So very, very good at finding new ways to tease and thrill me.

After I'd picked her up from the station, she had waited until we had driven all the way back to my apartment to explain her plan, keeping me on tenterhooks all the way. But as soon as she explained everything, I could have exploded there and then.

It turned out that, while we were at the party and I was so distracted and stimulated at the feeling of being nude in front of everyone there, Lara had been approached by several of the other guests, each of them apparently fascinated by the sight of me. That revelation in and of itself was enough for me to make my nipples harden under my top. They hadn't been amused or offended by the sight of my nudity, they had been

fascinated

. Whether my ego was being stroked again or not, that simple statement delighted and aroused me.

But that wasn't all. It also turned out that some of the women had been so fascinated that Lara had felt the urge to swap contact details with them. Without me knowing, a small but healthy WhatsApp group had been established, dedicated to my nudity. Nothing bad, you understand. Lara hadn't started taking secret photos of me while I was nude and sending them out to these other women. More just a platform for Lara to organise a spin-off night from the lavish women-only party we had attended. A cosier night in for a select few individuals. Where I, Lara had suggested, would be the hostess.

Or, more accurately, I would be the...waitress.

Slap!

"Thank you."

Oh my god. I'd been utterly captivated by the idea immediately. I couldn't have agreed to Lara's thrilling plan faster if I tried. These women were to come round for a relaxed evening of drinks and snacks at my apartment. And I would serve them, completely naked. My nude waitress act, the one I had already had so much fun with on holiday, would make a tantalising new appearance.

Of course, as soon as the women had arrived and I had greeted each of them in the nude, Lara had wasted no time in showing them the correct way to 'thank' me whenever I did a particularly good job. And before I knew it, a healthy succession of soft little spanks had begun to rain down on my bare bottom.

It was heavenly.

Even now, as I passed around a small plate of snacks, my pussy pulsed in glee from each fresh sting of thanks I was receiving to my behind, as each woman thanked me in turn. I reached Lara where she sat in my armchair and proffered the plate to her, failing to keep the beaming smile from my face as I looked down at her.

She smiled back at me, and took one of the tiny cream cheese-topped bites we had both prepared in my kitchen before our guests had arrived. I didn't need prompting to then slowly turn around and present my bottom to her, and suppressed another giddy squeal as she delivered her gratitude with a solid slap.

"Thank you," she added with a chuckle, just as the other women had.

I wanted to thank her back, so much. Yet again, Lara had found another way to stimulate my exhibitionist side. A safe and contained way, where I still felt I had plenty of ability to bring things to an end if it all got too much, while still relinquishing so much control and exposing myself to an appreciative audience so entirely.

In truth, I wasn't

completely

nude. To add that curious extra frisson of excitement I seemed to get when my bare body was minimally decorated with the most minor of accoutrements, I was wearing the heels Lara had bought me for my birthday, the elegant footwear again helping to give the impression of longer legs while also straightening my posture. And, when we had been out shopping for food earlier, Lara had stopped to pick some daisies as we had walked back past my local park. Once back at my apartment, she had shown off another creative side of herself I hadn't seen before as she had fashioned them into a simple flower crown that now adorned my head. I suppose it made for a curious outfit overall. Hippie from the neck up, elegance from the ankles down. And delightfully nude in between!

Either way, I was thoroughly enjoying my evening. Every eager glance at my body, every happy smile at my bare form, and every lovely little spank to my exposed bottom. Without even having to offer any sort of instruction, each of the women seemed to have found the perfect balance between being too soft and too hard with their actions. Each slap was hard enough to give me a little sting, but soft enough to feel powerfully supportive, rather than designed to cause pain. They were definitely thanking me, not punishing me. Eek!

"We really should make this a regular thing," one of the women on my sofa laughed as I stepped away from Lara with my behind lightly burning again.

There were five guests in total, excluding Lara. Three sat sipping wine and nibbling snacks on my sofa, while the other two sat on the chairs from my small dining table. Each of them could barely keep their eyes off me as my nude, high-heeled, flower-topped form moved around the room.

Oddly, unless it had happened while I was out of the room fetching more refreshments, nobody had given their name. I'd noticed the same thing at the party, that everyone had (either by accident or design) elected to remain anonymous. It had made sense at the bigger gathering at Veronica's house. While it hadn't exactly been a masked ball, the general idea had been for it to be a space to explore one's desires without fear of judgement or reproach, and maintaining anonymity seemed to help with that. But it did strike me as a little odd in our smaller, cosier environment that I didn't even know the first names of the women that were now happily eating my food, sipping my wine and...spanking my bottom.

Before I could think too much more about that, one of the women on the sofa beckoned me back over, proffering her wine glass in front of her. I obediently set the plate of snacks down onto the coffee table and picked up a half-empty bottle of red wine, before slowly and deliberately stepping over to her, subtly making sure to maximise the time she got to take in my completely waxed pussy as I approached. Oh, what a rush!

I topped up her glass, and then she immediately aimed another slap at my unprotected rear, causing me to yelp in surprise. Naughty!

"Um," Lara offered from behind me with an amused tone, "She only usually gets 'thanked' when she brings you some food..."

"Oh," the woman said a little guiltily, "I'm so sorry, I didn't realise..."

"That's ok," Lara replied with a definite knowing edge to her tone, "I think she liked it, didn't you?"

I couldn't help but nod and giggle back. What was the point in lying? The ever-present moistness between my legs was the truth of the matter. Oh my.

For some reason, I had found myself adopting an almost-mute persona from the second our guests had arrived. Lara had led the conversation and I had barely said a word. I wasn't sure exactly where that had come from, but it was likely some sort of extension of the feeling of wanton submission that came from my nude waitressing. I was here to look after my guests, to serve them and entertain them with my body. Not to talk to them.

I didn't necessarily want that sort of dynamic all the time. As much as any of the fun I was having with Lara implied a level of submission on my part, as the half of the duo that was relinquishing her clothes and her dignity, however willingly, to leave herself nude and exposed, my contradictory desires also craved situations where I was allowed more freedom and confidence in my nakedness. Still, as far as this particular situation was concerned, I was happy to submit myself to Lara's whims. And to every little spank my bottom was going to receive.

I stepped away from the sofa again, feeling the delicious sensation of everyone's eyes still on me as I moved. On a sudden impulse, I set the wine bottle back down and then bent down lower to pick the plate of snacks back up, deliberately giving Lara an unobstructed view between my legs from behind me. I bit my lip and felt an extra naughty little thrill inside me as I stayed in that position for a little longer than necessary before standing back up with the plate and glancing behind me. Lara beamed back with delight.

I was on cloud nine as I walked off towards the kitchen to refill the plate, swaying my hips a little as I basked in the attention I was getting.

"You know," I heard one of the women on the sofa say to Lara as I walked off, "This is such a healthy relationship the two of you have."

"Ah," I listened to Lara replying, "I'm just...helping her out, really."

Oh no!

I nearly dropped the plate I was carrying. I forgot all about swaying my hips and scurried out of the room as quickly as my heels allowed, retreating to the kitchen and setting the plate down on the side as I quickly steadied myself from the shock of what I'd just heard.

She's just...

helping me out??

Why had that upset me so much to hear? Why did I suddenly feel like crying? Oh god, was that all this was to her? I was just some kooky naked girl she was 'helping out'? Some weird nude charity case that needed her assistance?

Calm down, Kate. Of course that wasn't what she meant. Or...was it?! I mean, if she didn't mean it like that, then how did she mean it??

I tried to distract myself by fetching some fresh snacks from the fridge and adding them to the plate. Doing my best to not feel faintly ridiculous as I did so. I started to see what I was doing in a less happy light. Suddenly, I just felt like a stupid little girl. A stupid little naked girl in stupid uncomfortable shoes. I felt the urge to retreat back to my bedroom, put some clothes on, and end all of this. Just get dressed, march back into the living room and tell everyone to go home. Show's over. I don't need anyone to help me out!

I stopped myself and took a slow breath in and out. No, I didn't want to do that. Not really. And deep down, I knew what the problem was here. It was exactly the same problem that I'd been having when Nicole had asked me that question a few nights ago. I had no idea what was going on with me and Lara, and neither did she. We needed to talk about this, clearly. We needed to -

ugh!

- define the relationship. But...this wasn't exactly the time. I was in the middle of a night of nude waitressing for this bunch of random women!

I looked down at my bare body as I stood alone in my kitchen and sighed again. Oh Kate, you weirdo. What are you doing to yourself?

Hang on, I retorted to myself. I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm having an amazing night, that's what I'm doing! I'm naked, and I've got six women in the living room who can't take their eyes off my body! And everything else, all of my worries and fears and relationship-defining conversations will just have to wait for later, won't they? Naked Kate! Proud Kate!

That little pep talk to myself instantly did the trick. I drew myself up tall on my pretty little heels, lifted the freshly-filled plate of snacks off the counter and did my best to forget all about my relationship worries. After all, I'd been away so long, everyone in the living room must be wondering where their nude waitress had gotten to.

And would you know? By the time I got back, they all needed more food.

Slap!

"Thank you, waitress."

*****

"What's wrong, Kate?"

Huh.

I thought I'd been subtle enough with my worries as the night had continued. But as soon as the evening had wound down and I had obediently walked each of the guests back to my front door with Lara next to me to wave them off - getting a rush of nervous excitement each time my apartment door opened while I was still standing nude in the hallway! - she had asked the question.

The rest of the evening had passed much like the earlier part. I had continued to diligently wait on all of my guests, topping their wine glasses up, offering them my plate full of tasty snacks, and accepting their 'thanks' on my bare bottom, which had been 'thanked' so often that I was sure it must have started glowing at one point.

Towards the end of the night, I started to wonder whether our guests were expecting a similar...finale to my performance at the party. Whether they had even been invited here with the promise that I would ultimately submit my body to be toyed with, played with, pleasured by everyone here. But while I was still happy enough to play the nude waitress, I had to admit that I wasn't really in the mood for that right now.