From Sweetness to Naughtiness

It all started 2 weeks ago when I was on vacation. Being on vacation, even if I'm alone, tends to turn my thoughts more playful and horny. Perhaps it's the freshness of the place, a need to 'break in the new accommodation' so to speak. Perhaps it's the anonymity. Or perhaps it is the lack of work. Either way, the vacation this time was starting to affect me predictably once again.

Sending a cheeky near naked picture to a girl whom I had played with before surprisingly got me the cold shoulder. I understood however, that she was afraid of being judged if she was caught with a naughty picture of a male on her phone. I apologized, and deleted from my phone the many pictures I had taken for her. I was still feeling a little randy however, and my attention was grabbed by another long time friend who sent me a text the very next day. Let's call her Maria for the sake of the story, though that's not her real name. She does however remind me of a Maria I once knew.

Before her incoming text I had lounged around in my rented apartment the entire day in nothing but a smile. Or perhaps it was more of a horny expression on my face. I spent my day watching videos of girls boldly flashing outdoors and masturbating in public. I could relate to how horny those activities made them feel, as I too had experiences of being naked in public places, usually without an audience. The forbidden nature of such an exposure is incredibly exciting. One feels more naked in a place they're not supposed to be in, rather than in a predictable setting of a bedroom or among lovers.

Maria was merely texting me about her day and week, when I started turning the conversation towards me being naked. I told her how amazing it was to have a large apartment all to myself where I could walk naked wherever I wanted to without any judgement. It was an opening statement, a test of whether I could take this further. She responded with a neutral but promising remark, "You seem to be quite happy about that fact."

I built upon that, saying that it was a truly freeing experience. I mentioned the times I had visited nudist resorts, and the times I had gone for a naked run around my neighbourhood at midnight when I was half sure that no one else was awake. Though I was hoping for a chance to expose myself to Maria, I didn't have any expectations of it. It was far from my intent of forcing my nakedness upon her. And so in between my naughty stories when I was calming down my thoughts, we chatted of more mundane matters.

The stage was set though, and I pressed the video call button on whatsapp, hoping to pass it off as a mistake. For you the reader now it must seem a very tame and slow progression, but I would remind you that Maria was a long time friend of mine. Neither of us had thought of the other sexually or used each other for sexual relief.

Maria disconnected the call! She genuinely believed that I made a mistake while trying to call her on a regular call and said so in her chat. With my heart racing I could hardly formulate an intelligent response, and instead pressed the video call button once again. This time she accepted it. She was in a dark area outside her accommodation, where she had to go in order to get a better internet connection, and so I could hardly see her face except when she increased the brightness of her screen to light up her face. Since it was too bright for her eyes she reduced it once again, and I was only able to see the silhouette of her face and the smile on her cheeks, which made it all the more erotic for me. It made her seem more of a stranger, a voyeur, than a friend.

I kept my video feed showing only above my waist as we talked for a few minutes. She was smiling, nonplussed that I might actually naked while talking to her, albeit not mentioning that fact at all. I too, kept up the charade that this was just a normal conversation between friends, though my heart was thumping in my nervousness. I found myself pausing in the middle of sentences to take a breath, and repeating myself a few times. She did not comment on these lapses, fully understanding the situation and my feelings.

I wanted to show her more of me, but was very keen to make it seem unintentional. And so I came up with the brilliant idea of asking her if she wanted to see my holiday apartment. Without waiting for her response I flipped the camera so that it would film from the back of my phone, away from me for the time being, and started walking around the house.

While walking out to the lounge I passed by the narrow but full length mirror in my room. I wondered if she noticed my nude form in there, for it was just a flash, just a second or two, and she on her part did not comment but stayed silent while I continued my commentary on the facilities available in my apartment. My heart palpitations grew as I thought of the possibility of having just exposed myself to a long time friend, but I pushed onwards without taking a pause.

The lounge had a large TV which I once again pointed the camera towards. It reflected my body well, cutting off just at my waist. I then walked to the glass doors of my balcony, aiming my camera towards it. Since it was night time, with darkness outside and with lights on my side of the glass, a mild reflection of my body could be seen but this was hazy at best.

Opening the balcony doors I stepped out. There were a few other multi-storeyed apartment complexes a short distance away, but they were a little too far away to notice my presence. There were a few two-storeyed buildings closer to mine, and someone there could technically see me in all my naked glory by looking only slightly upwards, but there was no one there at the moment.

After a few seconds of pointing my camera around, showing Maria the view that I had of my surroundings, I decided to point out the fact that I was naked. I told her I had better get in before anyone looked this way and started wondering who this guy was and where all his clothes were! She giggled, calling me a 'French nudist'. I switched my the camera back to showing my face, and smiled at her, while returning to my room. Once again we continued our conversation as though nothing had happened, while talking about the wonderful benefits of being on holiday. I was still stumbling through my words however, and so was she.

Still wanting more out of this experience, I pointed out that I had forgotten to show her the kitchen. And proceeded to 'take' her there on our video call. The microwave oven provided a wonderful reflecting surface which showed my nudity down to just below my waist, removing any doubt that I was wearing anything below but not showing her anything explicit. As I exited the kitchen I turned towards the extra room of the apartment. Unintentionally, as I was fumbling around for the light switch, my phone camera was pointed towards the full length mirror in that room. Since there was a light source behind me, it adequately bathed my body that the mirror captured all of my nudity for a few seconds. I noticed this, but did not say a word about it. Not an 'oops', not an apology, and definitely not a question of whether she liked what she saw. I still respected her as a person, and was keen on seeing what her reaction was.

Completing my video tour of the additional room I made my way back to my own room and switched the video feed back to the camera facing me. Once again we chatted about normal things, though we were smiling and giggling a lot more with each other. It felt naughty to have gotten away with flashing her. And perhaps she too felt that she had gotten away with seeing my nudity when it seemed as though I hadn't realised what I was showing of myself.

Soon we said our goodbyes, for it was late, and ended the call. Wanting to end the day on a naughtier note however, I sent her a nude pic of my entire back taken while I stood daringly in the balcony earlier in the day. She responded with a gasp on her text, noticeably not offended by it in the way she asked her next question, "Who took the pic??!!"

With a wink I sent her another picture, again of my nude back while I was doing a plank. "That's not a flat plank at all!!" she texted with a giggle and an adoring emoji, pointing out the humps of my buttocks. I realised that my non-blatant exposure had made tonight fun rather than desperate. It seemed as if despite breaking some boundaries, the more important boundaries in our friendship were still preserved.

We said our goodbyes then, wondering if there would be more subtle naughtiness in the days ahead.