[[Stories in the [Collared] universe are standalone but connected. If you want more details about the universe you can read "Pop Star", but it's not required. Tl;dr: open expressions of sexuality including nudity and sex acts are now protected under the Freedom of Expression clause of the First Amendment. These stories will explore ideas under that concept.]]
I sat on the bed in my motel room taking deep breaths as I tried to calm myself. With the long weekend I'd decided to have an adventure. I'd been intrigued by the changes allowing public nudity but afraid to explore it in the college town where I worked. The idea of being seen completely bare turned me on, but I was too afraid to let someone I know see me. So I'd traveled several hundred miles away, renting this room, with the sole purpose of leaving my inhibitions behind as I explored my sexuality.
Which is how I found myself on that bed wearing nothing but a thin black choker necklace and trying to work up the courage to step outside. Just the idea already had my juices flowing as I could see them glistening between my spread legs in the mirror on the wall. I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. Normally I was a very prim college professor, never wearing anything revealing. My shirts buttoned up to the neck. My skirts always past the knees. Padded bras and sensible panties.
Staring back at me was a sexual being. Aroused slit. Excited nipples extended to their full length. Long hair tied back in a ponytail so as not to cover anything. Pussy shaved bare to remove my last bit of natural covering below my neck. I was so turned on as I looked at my reflection. Involuntarily my hands cupped my large breasts, fondling them, fingers pinching my nipples causing me to gasp. One hand slid down between my legs. I watched myself in the mirror as I began to touch myself, moans growing in volume and easily escaping the thin walls of my room. I bit my lip as the rising pleasure inside caused my toes to curl into the thick rug beneath them. My fingers quickly flicked my extended clit, tripping me over the edge as I tensed, shaking in bliss.
After a few minutes of recovery I looked up again at the vision before me, shocked. I looked like a complete harlot now. Skin flushed, hair disheveled, my crotch and thighs sleek with my own juices. I licked my fingers clean seductively, fighting with the urge to just continue to touch myself before I finally screwed up my courage, slipped the small backpack containing my essentials on, and burst out the door into the light of early afternoon.
Several men lounging outside leered at me, eyes drinking in my shameless display. They'd obviously heard me getting off. I blushed further. Not only was I shedding my modesty but now I had the further embarrassment of strangers knowing I'd been touching myself. My pace staggered for a moment as a lascivious thought sailed through my mind - I should have left the blinds open so they could watch the whole thing. Or I could simply go over and drop to my knees in front of them, fingering myself like a little slut so they could watch up close.
Where were these thoughts coming from? It's as if shedding my clothes had completely changed my personality. I'd always been intensely private. While exhibiting my body was one thing, something to turn me on and fuel my fantasies later, actually letting someone watch my most personal act was beyond anything I'd ever imagined. I increased my pace before my lust won out over my better judgment. Next I'd be begging them to let me suck their cock or fuck my face for everyone walking by to watch!
I tried to engage in mundane activities to cool my libido, pretending nothing was out of the ordinary even though everywhere I went people in the small mountain town gave me double takes and stared at me. I slipped into a local diner, sitting at the counter so at least my pussy was obscured though the old men behind me unapologetically studied my firm behind. My pendulous breasts rested on the counter like a shelf, the cool surface against my still erect nipples a distraction as I placed my order. My young waitress smiled and bantered with me, praising me for my courage, commenting how she wished she could be brave enough to do something like me. The cook behind the window and regulars around encouraged her to try but she just blushed and waved them off. My arousal simmered as I enjoyed my meal.
My hunger sated. I strolled down the main street, suddenly freezing in fear as a cop walked towards me from the other direction. Thoughts of being handcuffed, unable to cover myself and dragged into the local precinct while they documented my indecent exposure danced through my head. But he simply tipped his hat to me, giving me a quick glance from head to toes before moving past. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding before slipping into a nearby bookstore.
Growing more confident I slowly sauntered around, bending over to examine low books with my legs spread or reaching up to the top shelf, lifting up my breasts enticingly. The shy owner fumbled his words as he tried to help me, never seeming to be sure where to put his eyes. I teased him further by touching his arm softly or moving close to him to ask his opinion on a book, the side of his arm resting against my chest. Getting more and more turned on I quickly paid for the few books I purchased and stepped back out onto the street.
"Professor Jane, is that you?"
I stopped dead again, shocked. Who could possibly know me here? As I turned to face the voice I recognized a student from my morning class. Worse, her phone was in her hand, was she taking pictures of me? The thought of my adventure being documented and shared hadn't even crossed my mind until then. Now someone I knew might have evidence. "Umm, hi, Molly right?"
She nodded, eyes wide as she took me in. "Wow Professor. I would never have taken you for an exhibitionist. I don't think I've ever even seen you show cleavage!" She was wearing a short skirt, barely covering her bottom and a button up shirt undone to below her breasts. This and her nipples poking against the thin fabric advertised she'd not bothered with a bra today. "I saw this woman through the front window of the bookstore just being a dirty little tease and started to record it but I didn't realize it was you until I saw you come out. Good for you."
If possible, my entire body blushed. I couldn't believe my modesty and reputation were now in the cloud at risk of widespread distribution. I decided to see if I could mitigate the issue. "Thanks. But, you know, I'd never want people I know to know this side of me. That's why I came here. I figured no one would know me and I could have a little adventure. You won't share that anywhere, will you? I don't want my students and colleagues to think unkindly of me."
Her head tilted to the side as she pondered this. "You're strutting around completely nude, bending over to show off your wet little pussy to that bookstore owner, rubbing your tits up against him and only now you worry there might be repercussions?" She laughed mockingly at me.
I felt like a chastised little girl. Worse, my clothes were a mile away, locked in my room so I was completely at her mercy. I was out of ideas, so I decided to beg. "Is there anything I can do to keep you from sharing those?"
She looked at me hungrily. "I'll tell you what. I've already shared them on my socials, but I won't tag you in them now. Anyone here could have done the same to you so that's just the risk you accepted you little trollop. But in exchange, you have to do something for me. First, you have to take a selfie with me. I won't share this one but I want proof that our proper little Professor enjoys gallivanting around like a little slut."
