Miranda was harassed, as usual. It was Monday morning, Jim her husband was, as usual, eating his breakfast stood up, and the twins Michael and Jane were at the breakfast bar tucking into large plates of cereals and already late for school.
"Hope the traffic's not too bad this morning, I've got an important ten o-clock appointment," Jim said between mouthfuls of toast. "You two got anything on today?" he asked, glancing over at the twins.
"Football practice in the afternoon," Michael said. "By the way is my kit clean?" glancing over at his mother.
She smiled and nodded. "It's already cleaned and ironed and in your bag."
Jane looked up from her breakfast and informed them that she would probably be home late tonight as she was rehearsing for the school pageant. "They're doing a medieval theme this year and our group is doing Lady Godiva."
Michael looked up, interested, a spoonful of cereal raised to his mouth. "You're not playing Lady Godiva are you, Sis?" he asked with a smirk.
Jane shook her head. "No that's Andria Franklyn, and before you ask she won't be naked, she'll be wearing a body stocking." Michael looked a little disappointed.
"Could just see you riding down the street naked," he said with a cheeky grin. Jane slapped him lightly and laughed.
"Have you got anything on, dear?" Jim enquired. Miranda shrugged.
"No, nothing more exciting than a bit of baking. I promised I'd make a cake for little Harry next door; it's his birthday tomorrow."
The three of them looked at her, "You do have an exciting life mom," Jane said. Miranda thought to herself, yes, really exciting, but a little boring most of the times.
"You need to do something exciting mum," Michael said. Miranda looked at him.
"What exciting things are there to do around here?" Then a thought flashed across her mind about what Jim had just said, the words echoing in her mind: "Have you got anything on, dear?" and she smiled at her family. "I suppose I could ride down the street naked like Lady Godiva did, that might cause a stir." The three of them looked at her shocked.
"No way," Michael exclaimed. "Anyway we haven't got a horse," he said with a cheeky grin. "But I suppose you could always use my bike." Jane looked stunned and Jim just shook his head and smiled.
After the three of them had left Miranda cleared away the breakfast things and tidied up the kitchen. She made herself a cup of coffee, selected three of her favorites from her hidden store of chocolate biscuits and sat watching one of the morning shows. Truth or Dare was where contestants had to either reveal embarrassing moments from their past or do a dare. She switched the show off half way through and made her way upstairs for a shower.
As she slipped out of her wrap and nightdress and made her way naked to the bathroom she caught sight of her body in the long mirror. Turning to examine her body she admitted to herself that it wasn't all that bad for a woman of thirty-eight who had produced two children. Her breasts were still reasonably firm and her stomach flat from her regular workouts at the gym and her swimming. She was tall and still attractive, her brunette hair still always with a good cut. She still turned heads.
As she soaped her body in the shower a germ of an idea crept into her mind, but she shook her head, it was silly and audacious, she could never do it, but the more she thought about it the more she felt the urge. What would it feel like to actually walk down the street naked?
She stepped out of the shower and dried herself, walked to the bedroom and was about to get dressed when she stopped. It had been a long time since she'd allowed herself to walk about the house naked. Two sixteen year old children were one of the problems. She smiled; it really felt nice to be free and naked.
So she didn't bother to dress; she made her way over to the twins' rooms and tided them up; she cleaned the bathroom and when she decided to go down stairs she had to pass the large landing window but she didn't feel concerned, maybe just a little excited.
Miranda continued with her housework. It felt strange and somewhat exciting to be naked and she was beginning to enjoy the experience. She was a little concerned when the refuse collectors came but she kept out of the way of the windows until they had gone.
With the housework done she got out the ingredients to make little Harry's birthday cake, a nice chocolate sponge with lots of Chocolate Drops on top. She prepared the mixture and greased the tin, set the oven and filled the cake tin, placing it in the oven, set the timer for thirty-five minutes. She mixed up the icing sugar and looked in the cupboard for the Chocolate Drops but they were nowhere to be seen; obviously one of the twins had been there before her.
Ill have to go down to the corner shop and get some, she thought to herself. She looked at the oven timer; twenty minutes left, plenty of time to nip to the shop; it was only a few houses away at the end of the road.
Miranda washed her hands and brushed her hair, I'll have to dress, she thought, then she thought maybe she could slip on just a coat; it was only a few yards. As she reached for the coat an exciting thought struck her, why shouldn't she go as she was? Dare she? She looked in the mirror; she had nothing she was ashamed of, her breasts were firm and she had bikini waxed only the other day.
She was suddenly feeling this tremendous urge to do something out of the normal routine. Maybe this was a little extreme. She smiled to herself as she picked up her purse and gripped the door handle. She opened the door and stepped out and the warm sun bathed her naked body. The thrill and exhilaration of standing naked outside her house was now overwhelming.
She stepped briskly down the short path to the road, she took hold of the gate and looked down the road. At the moment there was no one in sight. Her excitement at what she was about to do was already tinged with some nervousness. What if a police car came by, or someone reported her? She knew she could probably be arrested.
When she stepped out onto the footpath and began to stride purposely down the road she could see the shop. She suddenly heard a car approaching from behind her; there was a tooting on the horn and the car went past with the driver leaning out of the window waving at her.
