Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are above 18 years of age.
Deepa woke up in the morning of the third Monday of the lockdown, stripped off all the clothes from her body and threw them in the laundry basket which was overflowing with her previous dirty clothes. She had a strict rule of wearing one set of clothes per day and never repeat it unless they were clean.
Deepa was alone in her two bedroom flat in Mumbai. She had been in Mumbai for the past two years working in an IT company as a consultant software engineer. As soon as the government announced the nationwide lockdown due to the Covid-19 pandemic, her other three flatmates had left for their respective hometowns as quick as possible. But Deepa belonged to a different state, not like her other three flatmates who got easy transportation to their hometowns. Before she could plan to go back to her hometown, all the interstate movement was restricted only for goods and medical emergencies. She was left with no choice but to live alone in her flat.
Deepa had always been too lazy to wash her clothes and that's why she kept a wardrobe which could last for a month without washing, even if she didn't repeat a single item.
"You just have to put the clothes in the washing machine and add the detergent powder and let the machine do the washing," her roommate Rima used to say.
"Yeah, but the real pain is when you have to take out the clothes and hang it on the rope to dry," Deepa would say with a sigh.
That's why she had her clothes, including her underwear, washed by a nearby laundry service.
But she didn't have enough set of underwear to last a month, so when she ran out of clean underwear within the first few days of the lockdown, she simply didn't bother wearing them.
"After all, I am alone in this house now," she thought when she had no clean underwear left.
This also led her to masturbate frequently, as she had one less layer of clothing to get to her private parts. Sharing a two bedroom flat with three more people gave her limited privacy for anything, and she used to touch herself only in the bathroom.
After taking a bath that Monday and drying herself with the towel, which she had two of them and the only clothes that she washed in the machine, she opened her wardrobe, and to her utter shock she found that it was empty. Well not exactly empty, the unkempt wardrobe had her discarded cosmetics products, some books and other electronic items like hair dryer, iron box and phone chargers. But not a single piece of clothing was found except some handkerchiefs which wasn't of much use during this lockdown.
She tried hard remembering where did her other half of the collection go. That's when she realised that she had given away her clothes to the laundry service, a day before the lockdown. Usually the service returned the clothes at the doorstep after a couple of days. But maybe because of the lockdown, they didn't have enough staff or they were not allowed to deliver back the clothes.
Now she had only one option remaining, put all the clothes in the washing machine. The thought of taking out the clothes from the machine exhausted her.
"What the hell? I am alone in this house. No one is gonna see me naked," she thought.
With that thought she spent the entire day in her towel, working from home on her laptop. Her towel occasionally slipped off from her smooth body and she wouldn't care picking it up or covering herself at all. She actually masturbated that day while working on her laptop, with no layer of clothing covering her perfect curvy breasts, her light brown nipples and her perfect round ass - she would explore her whole body while sitting in front of the laptop.
During the phone meetings she would double check to keep the phone mute, to not let out any moan, while she fingered her pussy slowly while pinching her nipples. No one in the meeting would know that she was sitting stark naked in her chair. No wonder that day was not much productive for her. She even cooked her lunch and dinner naked. It was a different feeling altogether. Standing naked near the kitchen gas stove, cooking the food while her perfect breasts and her ass jiggled, she never thought that she would ever do this at all. She would occasionally wrap herself with the towel.
The doorbell rang.
For the first time that day she was worried about her lack of clothes. She realised that she had ordered some groceries online - some green vegetables, bread, eggs and milk. She involuntarily wrapped the towel around herself tighter.
"Why didn't I think about the groceries?" she said to herself.
She looked through the peephole to confirm if it was the grocery delivery guy. It was the same regular guy in the same uniform. She opened the door slightly and just peeked out her head from the door.
"Please keep the deliveries on the floor," said Deepa.
The delivery guy was puzzled. Deepa had always opened the door fully and let the delivery guy somewhat inside the doorway to keep the groceries. He was wearing a face mask, but his eyes showed the confusion he was having.
"She might have taken a bath," thought the delivery guy.
But he didn't wanna question anything further and kept the two plastic bags containing the groceries down. As soon as he turned around to walk towards the lift, Deepa opened the door a little wider and picked up the grocery bags. The delivery guy turned around one more time to look back at Deepa's door and was delighted to see her in a towel. Deepa faced straight and stopped breathing for a second. Somehow that caused the towel to slip from her breasts and it fell to the floor, exposing her smooth curvy body in its full glory to the delivery guy. The delivery guy opened his mouth in shock and only after that did Deepa realise her naked state. She quickly tried to cover her boobs and pussy with the two bags she held in both her hands.
"Sorry," shouted the delivery guy and quickly rushed to the lift.
Deepa slammed the door shut after stepping backwards and dropped the bags on the floor. She jumped to her bed in her room and violently began to rub her clit and squeeze her breasts. She was thinking of the pitch tent that had formed inside the delivery guy's pants. She could have invited him inside the apartment and lost her virginity to him. Yes, at 24 years of age, she was still a virgin.
After an exploding orgasm, she remained still, relaxed on her bed. After few minutes she took out the groceries from the floor and the bags and kept them inside the fridge. Fortunately, the eggs were unbroken inside the packet. She began to feel cold as it was almost dark and then she remembered she had left the towel outside the door. She again opened the door slightly to peek out her head and was shocked to see her towel was vanished!
"How is that possible?" she asked herself.
She began to wonder if the delivery guy felt it kinky to take her towel later. But she soon found out where the towel was - the dog from the opposite door had made her towel his mat. The dog used to remain outside his owners' house most of the day. She couldn't walk across the lobby to get to the opposite door and get back her towel. Later that night she wore an apron while washing the dishes. She had never felt the need to wear an apron before that night. It was worn only by the cook who had stopped visiting the house once the lockdown started. She did feel sexy wearing nothing but an apron which covered all the good parts in the front, but the back fully exposed. She even stood in front of the mirror to take a photo of herself in profile, the beautiful knot of the apron resting just above her cute curvy ass, the smooth sides of her hips and the sideboob visibly exposed - Deepa never knew she could look and feel so sexy. She spent the night in the nude, orgasming one last time before she slept.
She woke up in the morning fully covered by a blanket and a bed sheet, as she was feeling colder in the night.
The first thing she did was to check in the wardrobe if she had any extra towel left. Luckily there was towel deep inside the rest of the things scatterred in the wardrobe. She then searched for the laundry service's phone number online as she had never really needed to call them before.
