"Oh, Doug, that was the most fun I've ever had naked without having sex. It was even better than my 25th birthday party yesterday." My husband and I were almost home after attending the local Nude Day celebration in Galveston.
"Just pay attention to the highway while you're driving, Ruby. We'll be home soon enough, and we can get naked again. We're nude most of the time anyway."
"All those naked people. So many different shapes and sizes. And outside, in public. Oh my god, I'm still tingly all over."
"We'll be home in 15 minutes, tops." Doug was unsuccessfully trying to calm me down. We merged onto Highway 59, and fortunately, ours was the next exit.
I turned left under the freeway and right on Norte Blvd. The closer we got to home, the more disappointed I was that the excitement of being outside and nude all day would end. I spent most of my time naked at home, but the thrill of an accidental discovery in public was sometimes overpowering. We were only a long block away from our street and house. There weren't any cars on the road, and I slowly rolled through the stop at Green Street. Immediately past the intersection, I slammed my foot on the brakes.
"Remember Claudia in 'Interview with the Vampire' when she's at the bottom of that well in Paris? I feel like her when the sun hits. If I don't get this dress off, I'll burst into flames. And besides, it's Nude Day. I'm going to stay naked until I have to go to work Monday morning." I got out of our car, pulled my sundress over my head, and stood there, naked on the street, wearing only my sandals.
I tossed the dress at Doug and told him, "I'll walk the rest of the way home, and you can drive."
Doug moved across to the driver's seat. "It doesn't look like anyone's around. I'll pull into the garage. Knock when you get home, and I'll let you in."
"Thanks, honey." I stood up and looked down the street toward home. "I don't see anyone either. This is so much fun. I won't be a long time." Doug pulled away from the curb.
I'd stopped on Norte Blvd, a residential street with houses, a large apartment complex, and several Texas-style condos. I thought for a moment and didn't want to risk offending any of the families on the street. I turned to walk down Green then along Carefree, a mixed-use stretch of light industrial warehouses and office buildings parallel to Norte.
Not seeing any cars, I walked as fast as I could the 50 yards to the corner with Carefree. I wasn't quick enough, though, and three or four cars came close enough to see me. I squeezed my forearms together to contain my breasts and dashed a few yards up Carefree to get beyond a thick hedge and out of sight from Green. A couple of the cars honked, but no one stopped or bothered me.
Away from the risk of exposure to drivers on Green, I slowed to enjoy the warm afternoon sun. We lived on Casaba Street, a tiny cross street between Norte and Carefree, 300-yards ahead. It was Saturday, and I didn't expect pedestrians or see any cars parked along the road or in the parking areas in front of the office buildings. I continued my nude stroll.
As I neared a two-story office building, some movement in an upper floor window caught my eye. I faced forward but moved my eyes to get a better view into a break area through the floor-to-ceiling window. The other rooms on that floor were offices. Holding soft drink cans, two men leaned back against a kitchen counter built along the wall opposite the window. I could see they were following my walk.
That lustful spark reignited below my stomach, and I thought it would be fun to do more for my voyeuristic audience than merely walk down the street naked. I began casually stretching my arms and twisting my torso as I walked. I rubbed my hands down my sides to my thighs and back up over my ass and hips. I ended with a flourish and cupped the undersides of my breasts, then thoroughly squeezed them and tweaked my nipples.
I'd passed by the office, and they could only see my backside, so I released my girls and quickly rubbed down my sides with my fingers pointed to the back. Reaching my waist, I brought my hands together over the top of my ass cheeks and, touching my middle fingertips together, pushed my hands further down over my ass and gave them a quick view of me caressing my ass. I didn't want to reveal any more, but I was so worked up over being naked outside I didn't think to keep a lookout for traffic.
I froze when I heard the sound of a car engine coming up behind me. I was caught and would have to face the consequences. I expected the car would pass at average speed and yell out something terrible. I heard the sound from the engine coming closer but not passing and understood what they were doing, watching me caress my ass. It was an incredible mix of fear and erotic ecstasy.
I heard the tires crunching on bits of gravel as the car slowly pulled up alongside. I stopped and closed my eyes; my heart was beating so fast I thought I might have to sit down. I took some deep breaths, opened my eyes, and still standing and keeping my head straight forward, shifted my glance to see the front tip of a slow-moving, metallic blue car with the distinctive BMW roundel. I knew the car was often in the parking lot of an event venue across Casaba from our house. I looked back to see the driver, an elegant, black-haired woman, who owned the property.
"Quite a show you're putting on there, neighbor."
When I could breathe again, I needed to stay standing and asked, "Mind if I hold the door for balance. My legs are wobbly."
"Not a bit; I wouldn't be able to stand at all."
I put my hands on the door for support. "I'm terribly sorry, I don't know your name. You own the property, or maybe compound is a better description, across the street from us. I'm Ruby." I extended my hand but hesitated, "You don't know where it's been, do you?"
She laughed, grabbed my hand, and spoke. "Don't be silly, Ruby. I'm, Jennifer, and very pleased to meet you."
"I hope I'm not asking too intimate a question so soon after our formal introductions, but you don't seem too surprised to see me like this."
"I was heading home after a shopping trip on Richmond Blvd. I saw you turn the cornerback on Green, and when I passed you by, I thought I recognized you and was intrigued. I decided to follow up on the intrigue and took a few minutes to get turned around. Based on my observations of you and your husband through your open bedroom shutters these past two years, I'm surprised we've not had this encounter already." She looked closely over my body.
"If I'm not mistaken, there's cum on your lovely tits and, frankly, pretty much everywhere on your body. What have you been up to this morning?"
"I've been a naughty girl, Jennifer. You might not believe me now, but I used to be thoroughly ashamed of my plus-sized body. My husband, Doug, introduced me to Nude Day a few years ago, and we've made a point of celebrating every year since. I rather enjoyed the experience. We just returned from the festivities at Galveston. We couldn't do anything in public there, but we got so excited we fucked in the car in the parking lot twice. Lots of cum, as you can see."
"That also explains why you and Doug appear so eager to fuck with the curtains open. You're both exhibitionists as well as Nude Day lovers. I've never seen you outside, though."
"I've been naked most of the day, and when we got back here, I couldn't stand my clothes and took them off. Doug drove the car home. I was giving a show to two guys in the office building behind me." I tilted my head back to the left, indicating the building.
"If you two like doing shows so much, you should model for drawing classes."
"That's an interesting thought. Where should we look?"
"I have a gallery in the compound across Casaba from your house. I don't actually live there. It's my gallery, studio, other assorted projects. Get in touch, and I'll arrange something. There's always the Art League, too."
"I'll talk with Doug and get back to you."
"I look forward to it. I'd enjoy seeing the two of you up close and personal and without a window in the way. Bye."
"See you soon, Jennifer."
I stood up. We both looked to the two guys in the break room and waved. Jennifer looked back for traffic and did a U-turn through the parking easement on the other side, and drove up the street she'd just come down. I still had to walk 60 yards to our little street corner and another 20 from there to get to my house. I'd seen no one else, and the final few feet around the corner, across the street, up the driveway to our front door, were the most tedious part of the walk.
I thought Doug would leave the door unlocked or even open. No luck with that. I rang the doorbell. Nothing. Third time. Nothing. I went to the end of our driveway and looked up to our second-floor living room windows. The shutters were open, but no one was there. I walked across Casaba and stood next to the fence surrounding Jennifer's place, looked back to our house and our third-floor bedroom. The bedroom has double glass doors opening to a Juliet balcony. The doors were closed, but the shutters open.
Back at the front door, I rang the doorbell four or five times and started knocking on the door. Nothing. I assumed Doug was home. He said he'd park in the garage, but it was closed. I couldn't tell if the car was in there.
Our house is typical of big city Texas, the central unit of a five-unit condo. Three floors and an attic. The first floor is a garage that opens into a hallway with stairs to the left going up to the second floor with a small bedroom/bath combo across the hall from the garage. The hallway to the right makes a right turn at the garage wall and extends to the front door.
The second floor is a great room combining a dining and living room and kitchen. The third floor has two big bedrooms with the master bedroom at the front of the house and a smaller bedroom at the back, both with ensuite bathrooms.