I was lucky to find a job right out of high school and by the time I was 19, I had finally saved up enough money to get me an apartment and move away from my pain in the ass mother. Things had to be done her way all the time. She was a clean freak! Always finding fault with every little thing I did. Nag, nag, nag, I just had to get out. I never even told her I was leaving. One day when she wasn't home I grab my stuff, alone with the help of a friend and her boyfriend and his pick-up truck, and I split. I sent her a letter about six months later to let her know I was alive and fine.
My friend had this cute little one bedroom apartment in town and was moving out to be with her boyfriend. She recommended me to apartment manager and I was able to get the room at a good price. We had everything I owned in his pick-up and in a short time I was moved in. The living room was empty but I had all I needed in my bedroom, bed, dresser, TV, stereo, and alarm clock radio.
My name is Katrina. My friends call me Kat. I'm 5' 6" tall and weigh 115lbs. Have long brown hair and green eyes.
Well, the first thing I noticed I enjoyed was I could walk around my apartment naked if I was so inclined. And I did just that after I took my shower, just because I could. It felt weird but enjoyable at the same time. I had never walked around in any form of undress at my mothers' house as it would have been totally unacceptable. She would complain, if she caught me, leaving the bedroom or bathroom without my bra on. I guess that is why I was doing it, just to be rebellious. I remained nude until I dressed to go to work the next morning. That was the first night of sleeping nude. I enjoyed the cool sheets against my naked body so much, that I my never wear anything to bed again.
Over the next few months I got into the habit of completely undressing as soon as I got home. I cooked my dinner, ate, watched TV and slept; all totally nude and found I enjoyed the freedom from clothing. I got braver and slowly started wearing fewer clothes in public. First I tried going braless, and then a few weeks later I tried going pantyless once in a while under shorts or pants or my longer skirts and dresses. In my mind I was doing something wicked and getting away with it, plus I found it enjoyable. But as I tell this story, I haven't even opened my bra and panties drawer in weeks. But I still didn't have the guts to go pantyless under my shorter skirts or dresses.
One warm lazy Saturday spring morning, about a year after moving into my apartment, I heard noises outside my bedroom window and looked out. It was the lawn crew cutting grass. I was looking out my window and suddenly remembered I was nude. I instinctively stepped back away from the window and closed the curtain, fearing they might look my way and see me standing there nude. I got back in bed to watch a little TV before I got dressed to go out and kept thinking about my near accidental exposure. I felt myself tingling the way I did when I knew someone was looking at my hard nipples poking out from my braless 34C tits under one of my shirts and began to wonder how it would feel if someone did actually see me naked. I thought about how I could do it for a while and decided the best way was to make it look accidental. I peeked out the bedroom window to see if anybody was close by and seen they were still away from my window but had not cut the grass by my window yet, so I opened the curtains all the way and walked back to my dresser.
While sitting on the stool at my dresser brushing my long hair, I kept an eye on the window through the mirror. I saw a man about my age using a weed eater approach my window. He did a double take as he glanced in my window. I sat there and brushed my hair as he got a good look at my bare back and ass. He made a motion and a few seconds later his partner showed up. I now had two men looking at my naked backside. I was about to pass out from the rush of excitement so I stood up and put my brush down, I then twisted my body back and forth as if checking out my body, all the time watching the guys in my mirror checking me out. Then I slowly walked out the room. Once out of sight I collapsed onto my new couch and brought myself to orgasm. I was surprised myself by how excited I gotten, just by purposely exposing my completely nude body to strangers. And I knew I just had to do it again. I got up and headed back to my bedroom hoping they were still at the window so I could give them a frontal view. I was a bit let down when they weren't but I decided to leave the curtains open just incase they returned. The truth be known, those curtains have not been closed since that day.
I had bought myself a cute little short white gauze sundress a couple days earlier and had planned to wear it that day. But since my adventure that morning I decided to make one little change in my attire. I decided to wear NOTHING under it. The dress is mid-thigh length and I had planned to wear new micro-thong panties under it. I had originally planned to intentionally flash my thong panties a few times that day. I had purposely flashed my panties a few times over the past few weekends. I had started with full coverage underwear and worked my way to ass baring thongs. I had found it very exhilarating and was going to do it again this weekend in my tiniest panty yet. I have never gone pantyless in such a short dress or skirt before that day and was getting a bit nervous and excited at the same time, but looking forward to doing it. I wasn't planning on purposely showing my bare ass that day, but in the back of my mind, I was kind of hoping that some how it would get exposed that day.
I had already planned to start the day by getting a few groceries so I headed to the nearest supermarket. It was exhilarating knowing I was walking around in public practically naked. I had checked myself out in the mirror before leaving and I could just male out my nipples and bush through the dress. I could feel the breeze on my ass and pussy as it swirled around my legs and under my dress, it felt wickedly wonderful. I luckily had my arms down as the doors automatically opened for me and a rush of air blew my skirt up a bit. "That was close" I thought to my self as I instinctively held the dress down. I got my buggy and got my few groceries and checked out without trouble. As I was leaving I had both hands on the buggy and checking out a cute bag boy entering as I was leaving. I was smiling at him and not paying attention to what I was doing, and as I walked though the open doors, the wind my skirt blew way up. Since I was looking at the bag boy as it happened, I seen his eyes get big and his mouth opened. I instantly knew he had seen it all. I don't know why but I didn't do anything. I let the skirt naturally dropped back down on its own. I walked a few steps and looked back; he was still looking at me. I was trembling as I looked back and gave a little wave. I got to my car and put the first of my three bags of groceries in the trunk and felt the sun on my naked ass as I sat the first one down. I looked around but I don't think anyone seen anything, but I did see another bag boy was heading my way pushing a half-dozen buggies. Feeling brave and getting horny, I took my time reaching for the second bag and bent to put it in as he walked behind me. I took a quick look back to see if he was looking at my ass. He was. I got my third bag and watched him as I leaned even further over to put it in, giving him a lot to see. He had stopped pushing the buggies and was staring at me. I could feel my juices starting to run down my legs.
I got in my car and even with one hand between my legs I was still able to make it back to my apartment in record time. I quickly put my bags on the counter and pulled my dress off over my head dropping on the floor as I headed for my bedroom. I flopped on the bed and my fingers went straight to my wet pussy. I was just about to cum when I noticed two familiar faces in my bedroom window. I was being watched as I masturbated. Any other time I would have screamed and covered up from the shock, but today it quickly sent me over the edge in what had to be the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I just laid there acting as if I didn't know they were there, I then slowly got up walked on weak, trembling legs to bathroom to clean myself up a bit and then I made sure my apartment door was locked but still remained naked as I wandered around the apartment.
I still had things I needed to do so I collected my dirty laundry and started to open the door and remembered I was still naked. I put my sundress back on, and checked to make sure the guys weren't outside my door waiting to pounce on me. It was clear, so I walked to the apartment complexes laundry room. There was a really cute guy with a really nice body there when I arrived. He was wearing a pair of tight cut-off jeans with no shirt or shoes. I smiled and said hello to him as I loaded my washer. I sat a couple chairs from him and made sure a lot of leg was showing, the hem of my little dress just did cover my crotch. I noticed he kept glancing at my legs as we talked the usual small talk. I found out his name was Eric and he lived across the complex from me. He was just hired as a ranger in a State Park just north of town. He was single and between girlfriends at the time. He asked if that maybe we could go out sometime and I told him that I was cool with that.
His clothes finished washing and as he transferred them to the drier, he dropped a sock. As he bent to pick it up, he looked my way. The laundry room was a narrow room with the washers and driers on the side walls, the waiting chairs were on the back wall and from his position he had a clear shot up my skirt. I knew he was now trying to look up my skirt, so as I continued to look at a magazine I opened my legs just a bit. I giggled inside as he dropped his sock again. I was beginning to enjoy this exhibition thing. I just don't know where it was coming from. I had never even given it though until that morning. And now it was about all I could think about. How do I get my next thrill?
My clothes finished a few minutes later and as I moved my clothes to the drier I dropped a wash cloth. Eric called my attention to it. I decided to thank him by giving him a good look up my dress. I squatted, spreading my legs wide as I retrieved the wash cloth. As sat down I told him I always seemed to drop something every time I washed my clothes. He said, "That at least you didn't drop a pair of panties."
I giggled as I dared tell him that that would be kind of hard since I rarely wore any. Then I looked him in the eyes as I nervously said, "But I bet you knew that already. Didn't you Eric."
He looked to be uncomfortable in his chair as he shifted his nicely toned body around. I also noticed his cut-offs were a lot tighter in the crotch area. I enjoyed the feeling knowing I was the cause of it. He then said, "Yea, I kind of noticed your lack of underwear but that's fine with me because I don't wear them much either."
I looked right at his crotch and smiled as I told him, "O yea! Well that's fine with me too. I find it cooler and more comfortable going without them. I just have to be more careful how I sit or bent when I wear short dresses like this one. This is the first day I've worn this short little dress and I have had a couple exciting experiences this morning already and it's still early." He asked what I meant so I told him about the wind blowing up my skirt at the grocery store and my putting the groceries in the car as the boy watched and that I had also seen him trying to look up my skirt earlier.
