Chapter 20 - And... Scene

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 20 - And...Scene

In which Kate reaches the happy end of her journey, with the promise of plenty more nude days to come...

"Um, excuse me?"

I was

so

turned on.

No, wait, stop it, Kate. You're not turned on. You're annoyed. Annoyed and embarrassed, remember?

Despite that reminder of how I was supposed to be feeling, I struggled to focus as the sudden all-over rush that accompanied the sight of the two sets of eyes locking onto me began to alluringly course through my body. No Kate! Naughty Kate!

Concentrate!

"Sorry," I continued, "I didn't mean to disturb you, but have you seen a woman about my age? Dark hair, patterned bikini, carrying a shoulder bag?"

In front of me, the middle-aged couple glanced at each other and shook their heads, before turning their attention thrillingly back to me.

Concentrate, Kate!

"Sorry," the woman offered back, "No, we haven't."

"Ugh," I sighed, kicking at the sand with my bare foot, "Typical. That girlfriend of mine has walked off somewhere again. And look how she's left me!"

I gestured down, silently imploring them to ignore the unwritten rules of the beach and take in my entire body. All the while maintaining my best irritated look on my face. I was supposed to be annoyed, after all.

I stood before the couple, completely nude. My bare, tanned skin still glistened with droplets of water from my briefest of swims in the chilly autumnal sea. Clearly, my hardened nipples were a sign of that experience, and not of how turned on I was. Because I wasn't turned on, was I? I was annoyed. It was very important that I was annoyed.

Down in front of me, calmly lying out on their towels, the nude man and topless woman both responded to my invitation by briefly breaking with protocol and glancing up and down my body. I suppressed another overwhelming burst of delightful arousal at the feeling of being so utterly and totally seen.

"Well," the man chuckled eventually, forgetting himself for a moment at the sight of my glistening skin, "I'm not sure I see the problem!"

"Peter," the woman gently chided, slapping his arm in admonishment, "Don't be so mean to the poor girl."

Despite my very realistic annoyance, I managed a slightly coquettish smile as I squirmed a little on the spot.

"No, it's fine," I replied, "I suppose it is a bit funny, isn't it? I mean, look at me!"

I gestured at myself again, worrying for a moment that I was laying it on too thick. But once again, they both willingly complied with my open invitation.

Oh yes, look at me! Both of you, look at my naked body!

I felt the wetness begin to grow between my legs, and forced myself to calm down. Don't get too carried away, Kate! Calm down. Just...be annoyed.

Except, not too annoyed. That was also important. Not so annoyed by my nude plight that I accidentally teetered over into appearing to be upset. The last thing I wanted was for the couple in front of me to think I was in serious peril, or needed them to call for some help. That really wasn't the point of what I was doing.

After all, while Lara had indeed decided to walk off and leave me all alone at the nude beach with no clothes, no belongings, not even a towel to protect my modesty, she'd be back eventually. Because she was doing exactly what I'd told her to do. She had waited for me to go for the quickest of swims in the decidedly chilly water, and had then casually walked off and left me 'stranded'. Right now, I was sure she was happily watching on from some corner of the beach as I put on a one-woman naked show for my middle-aged audience.

It wasn't the first time we'd played this little game, and I was starting to wonder whether some of the regular beachgoers had already realised what we were doing. But right now it was playing out wonderfully. I'd returned from my swim to find Lara missing, just as I'd pictured in my fantasies during my first visit to the beach. And now I was in the middle of scurrying around the beach, asking random people if they'd seen her. And giving them all ample opportunity to unknowingly stimulate my exhibitionist needs by taking in my wet, nude form. It was such a wonderful way to spend an hour on a Saturday afternoon, even if it was effectively just an elaborate game of hide and seek.

We didn't do it every time we came here. That would make it too obvious. Usually, we'd just walk on the sand, or lie in the sun. Lara in her bikini and sarong, and me in nothing at all. But today, with the chill in the air reminding me that it wouldn't be long before winter curtailed any proper beach fun for a few months, I'd wanted to act out our little game again. And so, here I was, nude and stranded. So deliciously stranded.

It was all fiction, I knew that. And as a result, I wasn't getting the same terrified thrill inside that I might've imagined in my naughtier fantasies on this sort of theme. It wasn't quite the same as if I really was trapped here, completely nude and helpless. But equally, the fictitious nature of my plight meant that I felt free enough to enjoy myself. To have fun with the little role play that me, my bare body, and my two audience members were a part of.

Lara would be back soon to bring my performance to an end, doubtless with some entirely plausible excuse for everyone to overhear about why she'd decided to walk off with all of my clothes for so long. But for now, I was free to enjoy myself.

"Well, thanks anyway," I smiled coyly at the couple, feeling butterflies in my stomach as the man stole another guilty glance at my exposed pussy, "I guess I'll keep looking..."

With that, and making sure that I turned around slowly enough to allow them a perfect view of every inch of my exposed flesh, I scurried across the sand to my next audience. I worked hard to suppress a gleeful giggle as I approached the next two middle-aged women, both lounging out on towels in just their bikini bottoms.

I was supposed to be annoyed, after all.

"Um, excuse me...?"

*****

"You must be warm in that."

"Oh, ah, n--no, not really."

I mustered the most casual of smiles back, even as my stomach did a cartwheel inside me.

Oh god. Do they know? Can they tell??

I kept up my casual smile as the group of young hikers looked back at me and Lara where our paths had crossed on a particularly secluded stretch of the woodland trail we'd been walking down.

The group of five, three men and two women, all in their early 20s, had appeared almost out of nowhere. We'd just heard their voices from around the corner in enough time for me to grab my coat from Lara's hand and dive behind a tree to pull it on. But even now it was tightly buttoned around me, my heart was thundering inside my chest.

They could tell. I was sure of it. Why else would they ask if I was warm? I mean, yes, it was a big heavy coat. And yes, it was a milder than usual autumn day. But it was still an odd comment to pass out of nowhere. One of the girls had a coat almost as big as mine on, for goodness' sake!

As I squirmed inside my coat and felt myself growing ever more aroused at the situation I was in, Lara effortlessly stepped in on my behalf.

"She gets cold easily," she offered to the group in front of us, "I've been trying to get her to take it off and enjoy the sun, but she won't listen to me."

Oh god. I saw the knowing grin on her face. She was teasing me again. Immediately turning another uncomfortable situation into an opportunity to stimulate me further. She was almost daring these hikers to push the matter further, to persist in their efforts to get me to take off my coat. And...daring me to do it. To show these strangers exactly what I had on underneath my heavy, uncomfortable coat.

Which was, of course, nothing at all. All my clothes were miles away, back at my apartment. I'd driven me and Lara out here in nothing but my hiking boots and my coat.

I saw all five strangers smiling at me, and I forced a smile back. Trying to ignore my thumping heart and the increasing moistness between my legs, as I contemplated whether I could do it. Could I open up my coat, even just to give them a quick flash of my nude body? How might they react? Ugh, Kate, calm down!

Mercifully, and as if she could sense how close I was to doing something stupid, Lara stepped in again to rescue me.

"Is the river just up that way?" she asked, pointing behind the group in the direction they had come from.

This seemed to distract them from me and my coat. I suppressed a little sigh of relief.

"Yeah," one of the men in the group nodded, "Just around the corner and you'll be able to see it as the path loops around."

"Off for a swim?" one of the women asked, her focus back on me.

Eek! She does know!

I calmed myself again and managed a nervous laugh. She doesn't know anything, Kate. Calm down!

I was pretty sure I wasn't going for a swim today. When Lara had talked about our plan for the day, she had suggested nothing more than a short hike out to the river, a picnic when we got there, and then a walk back to the car. This was my first proper nude hike, after all, after my failed attempt when I'd driven here on my own. And she thought it was best that we didn't do too much, too soon.

"Um," I offered back with a shrug, "It's a...bit too cold for that."

Polite laughter from the group, even as Lara gave me another knowing glance and then rolled her eyes.

"Honestly," she sighed theatrically to the others, "If you think that coat's too much, you should see what she's got on under it..."

I suppressed another all-over quiver of excitement as she flirted with the boundaries of my situation again. Oh god! Oh yes! Oh Lara!

But she clearly knew better than to push me any further. I was sure she knew that she'd already done enough to cause my pussy to wantonly moisten under my coat, just from even mentioning the possibility of me taking my coat off in front of these strangers. And so she casually thanked the group and walked off down the path. I blushed my own thanks at them and then scurried off after her.

"You're so bad!" I laughed at her as I caught her up.

"Ah, you don't mean that," she grinned back.

And I didn't.

After a moment, she stopped again and looked behind us. I turned to see that the group of hikers were now out of sight around the corner, heading off back towards the car park. My pussy moistened a little more as I saw her turn back to me with a devilish smile. I already knew what was coming next.

"But, now we're alone again," she offered, holding her hand out in expectation, "I think I should have that coat back..."

Oh Lara!!

*****

"I really am sorry about this."

"That's ok."

I felt myself blushing all over, even as the woman in front of me continued to wrestle with the jammed lock. Mainly because, as she worked, she was also occasionally glancing across at where I was standing.

Where I was standing, completely nude.

What a mess I'd gotten into this time! How was I supposed to know that this particular locker in the changing rooms at Lara's gym had a notoriously unreliable lock? And what were the chances of me trapping my towel in the door just as I slammed it shut? Not only trapping all my clothes inside, but tearing my towel away from my body as well? Ugh, what an utterly embarrassing and completely unforeseen sequence of events! And now I was stuck here in the nude, as the assistant that Lara had fetched to help worked to extricate my clothes from inside, with my body completely on display.

I stifled a rush of arousal inside me as Lara supportively draped her arm around me and rubbed my bare hip.

"I really can't take you anywhere, can I?" she muttered to me, knowing full well how her gentle strokes of my skin were sending crackles of energy through me, even as I was being so entirely turned on by the situation I was in.

But I wasn't supposed to be turned on. I was supposed to be embarrassed! Silly clumsy Kate, stuck nude in the changing room!

"It's not my fault," I whined back, "I didn't know the stupid locker door was going to break like this!"

A lie. I knew it would, because Lara had explained how it would. Granted, it had taken a few practice slams of the door to figure out how to make the lock catch in the wrong way. Granted, I'd had to wait for anyone else in the changing room to leave us before I deliberately snagged my towel in the door. And granted, Lara knew the knack to opening the stubborn door if it ever played up as it was currently doing. And further granted, just in case our plan backfired and my clothes really did get stuck in there forever, Lara had a spare outfit for me in her own locker. But the assistant didn't need to know any of that, did she?

I looked back at the locker just in time to catch the blonde-haired assistant sneaking another look at me and Lara. Me completely exposed and Lara freshly showered and demurely dressed in her woollen top and jeans. Hmm, was it the delicious unfairness of my naked plight and her clothed comfort that had caused the assistant's eyes to wander. Or was it just...the sight of my totally bare body? Ugh, calm down Kate!

"Don't worry," the younger woman managed as she snapped her attention back to the door, "It's happened before, there's a knack to fixing it..."

"Should I go get someone else?" Lara couldn't help but ask, heightening my arousal a little further at the idea of my audience growing.

"Nah," she replied, fiddling with the lock, "I'll get it, don't worry."

In the back of my mind, another impish thought developed. If Lara knew the knack to opening the door when it jammed like that, shouldn't the employees know it as well? Was this assistant...deliberately taking her time to get it open again, to prolong the time I was exposed in front of her? Surely not! But...

maybe?

As she continued to work, I turned back to Lara and persisted in my role as the embarrassed and unfortunate victim in this situation.

"You could at least let me use your towel, Lara," I pointed out with a deliberate hint of desperation, "I'm totally naked here!"

"Ah, it's fine," my gleeful tormentor replied with another stroke of my hip, "She'll have it open in a second. And I'm sure she's ok with you standing there like that, right?"

"Oh," the assistant managed, with a slight smile, "Um, yeah, it's fine."

Ugh. The thrilling sense of unfairness that was playing out toyed with my arousal even more. The two of them had just agreed between themselves that it was fine for me to stay standing here in the nude, without even the dignity that a spare towel would offer. And I hadn't been asked for my own opinion! I was just expected to stay here, totally bare, until my clothes were recovered!

Of course, that was exactly what I wanted to do. But the fact that I hadn't even had a say in the matter was like fuel to the submissive edge of the raging fire of stimulation inside me. My pussy was moistening enough for me to already be itching to get back home and drag Lara straight to bed.

But for the time being, as Lara continued to stroke my bare hip, I was determined to enjoy every moment of this delicious situation.

I watched the flustered assistant continue to work at the stubborn lock, and prayed that she didn't fix it any time soon...

*****

"Oh, I didn't realise you'd arrived."

I smiled at the familiar face of Nicole on my sofa and kept my hand tightly grasped on the knot of my towel. I was fresh out of the shower, my hair still wet on my shoulders, and the last thing I wanted was for my towel to fall in front of my guest like that.

Wasn't it?

Nicole, for her part, smiled back at me. Seemingly unconcerned by my surprise at her appearance. Nor by my state of undress.

I'd wanted to have her over ever since me and Lara had figured out our situation, and we had gone from an often-nude woman and her appreciative friend to an official couple (who just happened to be an often-nude woman and her appreciative friend). For no reason other than it was nice for my new girlfriend to meet my friends at some point. And so, I had dragged Lara to London again, and invited Nicole round.

And oh, what rotten luck! She'd showed up while I was in the shower! Oh dear!

"Yes, I've arrived," Nicole replied, "Lara's just gone to fetch some refreshments."

Right on cue, Lara walked into the living room carrying two glasses of wine. We made the briefest of knowing moments of eye contact before she offered one to Nicole and handed one to me.

I felt my heart flutter a little as I deliberately removed my hand from the knot of my towel to accept the second glass that Lara proffered to me.

I'd never have realised it all those months ago when I had first lost my towel on my own out in the hallway, but there's a real knack to making your towel innocently fall off after you let go of it, versus being seen to have just deliberately dropped it. And neither Nicole nor Lara needed to ever know how long I'd spent practising that particular trick in the bathroom mirror over the last few days.

But there was definitely a knack to it. The knot had to be strong enough for the towel to initially stay in place (because obviously no normal person would let go of their towel if they knew the knot wasn't going to hold) but weak enough that it would fail without the need for me to have to shake or knock it loose somehow (because, again, no normal person would deliberately shimmy their towel off in front of people). There was a perfect point in between the two where it would hold for long enough that the inevitable moment when my only cover fell from my body would look like an unfortunate accident. And I got it just right.

I gasped in shock as I felt the knot give way, just as one should when their towel was about to fall. And that was just enough to ensure that both Lara and Nicole's full focus was on me as it hit the ground and left me standing nude in the living room, face reddening to the same shade as the wine in my glass.

"Shit!" I cried out, keeping up what I was certain was an Oscar-worthy performance as I squirmed on the spot, "Lara, my towel!"

Lovely Lara now picked up her side of the performance, chuckling warmly at my clumsy faux pas and grabbing my damp towel from the floor. And, of course, deciding not to hand it back to me or hold it up as cover.

"Ah," she tutted as she studied the fabric in her hands, "You know, this is a couple of days old, isn't it? Best pop this in the washing machine. I'm just about to do a load."

"Lara!" I squealed, angrily placing my free hand on my bare hip and gesticulating at her with my wine glass, "You can't do that! I'm standing here in the nude!"

She smiled at me again and shrugged, then glanced at the patiently amused face of Nicole where she sat on the sofa.

"Well, I'm sure your friend's seen it all before, right? Besides, you can just go and get dressed now. You've dried off already."

With that, and without waiting for another plaintive attempt from poor little nude me to get her cover back, she turned and walked back to the kitchen, towel casually in hand. Leaving me standing totally naked in front of Nicole. Ugh, my pussy was already starting to moisten from the situation. Focus, Kate!

I turned to Nicole and shrugged apologetically.

"S--Sorry," I managed, "I, um, just got back from the gym, so I needed to..."

Nicole sipped her wine and shook her head slightly, as she studied the latest sight of my bare body that she had been given.

"And why do I get the feeling that wasn't an accident?" she sighed in amusement.

Oh god.

Of course Nicole saw through my silly little performance. Ugh, was she going to be offended by me again finding an excuse to be nude in front of her? She'd made it clear that she didn't want our friendship to go in that direction after our...experience on holiday, after all. But then, this wasn't like that. It wasn't just me and Nicole. It was me, Nicole and Lara. That was different enough. Right?