She was actually doing it. It was against her better judgment, it was against common sense, and it was against the law, but Carol was still doing it. She was leaving her home, she was heading out in the car, and she not bringing a single scrap of clothing with her. All around her, people were milling about doing their own things, walking, jogging, biking, skateboarding, talking, playing basketball, and driving cars of their own, never realizing that there was a naked woman in their midst. Yes, she was in a car, and she was blazing by too fast for anyone to get a good glimpse at her face, but it still boggled her mind. This was the first time in over twenty years that Caroline Conners was naked in public.
And as the sign designating the city limits came into view, as she read how her home city of Beringall would miss her in big, loopy, cursive letters, it hit her that this was no mere act of exhibitionism that she had practiced in the past. This was a true act of nudism the likes of which no one ever got to do anymore! Carol was leaving all the clothes she owned behind. Every minute that went by put more distance between her clothes and her person, and before the day was done, they would both be more than 100 miles apart. So far apart that she might as well have not owned them. So far apart that they might as well have never existed. So far apart that she...that she...that she should just be naked all the time!
"I'm naked," Carol breathed as she took a glance down at her body. Admiring her creamy skin, her D-cup breasts that nearly obscured the fit stomach underneath, and her muscular thighs that proved she indeed spent a good amount of time at the gym. All were bare, all were beholden, all were exposed, all were...free. Freer than she had ever felt in decades...no, freer than she ever felt in her life!
"Indeed you are," grinned Henrietta, who was driving the car. "Now aren't you glad I talked you into this?"
"I have nothing on," Carol continued as though she was in a trance. This was a dream, it had to be. People only ever ran around naked like this in their dreams. She rubbed her hands all over her body, marveling both at the abundance of bare flesh, and the complete absence of cloth. She pinched herself on her crimson nipple for good measure. She felt a pleasurable spark within the nub and the hint of a vibration down her spine, but when she opened her eyes, she didn't find herself back in her bed. She was still in the car, and she was still naked.
"You sure do," said Henrietta. "Must be a dream come true for you."
"I don't have any clothes on me...or with me...at all!" Carol finished, leaning back to stretch herself out as much as she could, pushing the fabric of her seat deeper into the contours of her back and her buttocks, and taking a moment to steal a glance at her legs that were just as bare as the rest of her, down to her tippy toes.
"Must be a surreal feeling," said Henrietta. "But it's real, hon. You're really riding butt-naked in my car, traveling to far-off lands where you just might be able to run and frolic like that all you like."
"All I like," Carol repeated robotically. One of her hands was beginning to trail down the curve of her boob and along her stomach. To think, she could actually frolic like this all she liked, wherever she liked. It would be like Heaven on Earth. But no, it wasn't true, it couldn't be. Henrietta was just yanking her chain. There was no place that would allow public nudity, and if there was, why would it be in New Deastone of all places?
Still, it was fun to think about, to imagine what she could do if it was true. During their intense bouts of lovemaking yesterday, Henrietta had done everything she could to keep the image fresh in Carol's mind, saying things like "I could just kiss you like this in the streets," "I'd squeeze your bare ass like this while people watched," and "I'd pin you to a tree and rub myself all over you...like this...until you were...screaming...my...name!" Carol honestly didn't know what came over her friend, but a kink had clearly hit her like a bolt of lightning. Which could only mean one thing: she wasn't lying about her encounter with the naked women in New Deastone. There had to be some grain of truth to it. Or at least Carol hoped there was.
"That's right. All you like," said Henrietta as she pulled a hand away from the wheel to give her girlfriend's naked thigh a squeeze. "I can't wait to see how you look when we get there. It's going to be so hot walking around town with your sexy MILFy body on display."
Carol didn't say anything. She simply nodded her head and closed her eyes to imagine just how it would look like herself. It was all she could do really; backing out was not on the table, and it really wouldn't do if she spent the whole trip freaking out.
***
They passed by the sign welcoming them to the city of New Deastone, and it was then that Carol decided it was time to start freaking out.
"I'm freaking NAKED!"
"So I've noticed," said Henrietta.
"I don't have any CLOTHES ON!"
"That's what we've all been saying."
"What if somebody SEES me?"
"Then their day will have brightened by at least 5 percent."
"That's not what I mean—EEP!"
They came upon a red light and had to stop. Lots of people were milling around, going about their business, and if any one of them stole a glance her way, saw how bare her shoulders were, the game would be up! Carol couldn't allow that to happen, so she slid as far down the seat as she could to hide herself from view.
"What the hell, Carol?" laughed Henrietta. "This isn't like you at all! Since when have you ever been one to be embarrassed about being seen naked?"
"It's not that I'm embarrassed," said Carol, which was the truth. She had managed to navigate her way from infancy to adulthood without ever getting the nudity taboo that infected most of humanity like a virus. "It's that we could get in serious trouble for this!"
"We won't get in trouble!" said Henrietta. "Those girls I saw were walking around butt-ass naked like it was normal. And while they definitely got plenty of attention, no one around them was acting like they were anything unusual. Hell, a cop drove right past them and didn't so much as honk his horn. Er, the car horn that is. I can't say for certain what he was doing with the other one."
"R-really?"
"Yes, really. Whatever this town's deal is, it has no problems with nudity. So get your bare ass back up here already!"
"If you say so," said Carol. The light turned green, the car started moving again, and she decided to at least sit back up properly. She couldn't help but wince a little as the edge of the seatbelt scraped against her nipple, though. "Where are we going anyway?"
"I thought we'd park in a garage and step out for a little walk."
"I...see."
No more words were exchanged as Henrietta pulled into a multilevel garage. Carol braced herself and silently prayed to every god and goddess she could name to please, in their divine mercy, make the garage absolutely packed, and buy her a few more minutes that could be spent huddling in the safety of the car.
No sooner had Henri driven through the gate did the nude woman's heart drop when she saw the place was the opposite of packed. It was very empty in fact, save for a few vehicles parked here and there. And that's why Carol didn't believe in any gods!
"We're here!" beamed Henrietta as her car lurched to a stop.
Carol sighed. This was it, the moment of truth, and what was undoubtedly going to be her biggest and boldest naked experience in a long time, if not ever. Putting it off any longer was impossible at this point; the only option she had was to handle it the same way she handled band-aids. So she unbuckled her seatbelt, swung open the door, put her feet on the ground, and stepped outside, all within the span of a single breath.
The warm summer air hit her naked skin like a slap on the derriere. The way it glided over her breasts, all around her stomach, up her thighs, and even between her lower lips was enough to make Carol jump. It had been...such a long time since she experienced this feeling. Too long. The closest she ever came to feeling it in the past 20 or so years had been whenever she got to put on a bathing suit, but wearing even the skimpiest bikini was no match for complete and total nudity in the outdoors.
I missed this
, she thought, running her hands down her body with a gentle smile.
Unfortunately, her serenity was short-lived when she took note of the terrain she would have to traverse. The garage's paved floor didn't feel at all pleasant on her soles, and it didn't look even remotely clean. Walking around barefoot would not be a pleasant experience, and Carol couldn't help but eye a few suspicious lumps lying around that could have been loose stones or dog turds for all she knew. And if she walked like this on the sun-baked pavement outside...
"Here, put these on," said Henrietta as she shoved a pair of sandals into Carol's unexpected hands. "Much as we would both love for you to be totally naked, it won't do to burn your feet on the blistering pavement."
"Oh, uh, thanks," Carol stammered, a little unnerved that it seemed like her girlfriend had just read her mind, but nevertheless thankful that she at least thought ahead. "Good thinking."
Now that she was properly 'dressed,' it was time for Carol to face the music and show the city of New Deastone what she was made of. Taking the nude woman's hand in her own, Henrietta just about nearly dragged her out of the garage and onto the sidewalk where the sun enveloped Carol's naked body so brightly, her skin almost glowed.
Heads turned. Eyes widened. A few impressed "Oooooh" sounds could be heard, a surprising number coming from women. Passing cars slowed down and one even honked its horn approvingly. But nowhere was anyone scandalized. Carol didn't see anyone gasp in shock or horror, or look even remotely surprised at her, she didn't see anyone beeline away from the premises, she didn't hear anyone laugh, and she didn't hear anyone shout in anger. If anything, people seemed mildly curious, amused, or impressed by the sight of her naked body, but it was otherwise just business as usual.
"This is...weird," she said.
"It is," said Henrietta. "But so far, it seems like it's true; this place really is tolerant of nudity! C'mon, let's actually walk around for a bit."
Hand in hand, they ambled down the street, the naked mother and her clothed girlfriend. The summer sun warmed her skin like a gentle fire, and Carol couldn't help but suppress a grin at how wonderful it felt on her bosoms, which were jiggling freely with her every step. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time, and it was absolutely wonderful. Her body seemed more sensitive in its exposure; she could feel the air as it brushed her every curve and nook, from the way it stroked her inner thighs, blew her pubic hairs into her skin, and tickled the nubs of her nipples, which were growing steadily harder.
