Stay a Home Mom

As summer turned to fall I was lucky to have some of the nicest weather that Texas had had in quiet some time. As September came to a close I learned my husband would have two deployment in the next four months. Lucky he'd be home for Christmas, but Halloween, Thanksgiving and New Years I would spend without him.

I spent the three weeks before his first work trip casually enjoying my nudity. I flashed the mail man of course. But mostly I spent my time naked on my computer looking for new exhibitionist porn and stories. I was looking for more new ideas. As I came across dares or challenges that intrigued me I either put them on my bucket list or if they were easy enough, I shut the computer and did the challenge right away. Today I'll tell you about a few challenges I did that lead to me completing three huge challenges during my husbands first deployment.

The first challenge was easy enough. Donate the clothes off you back. After dropping off my children at school I drove around looking for a public donation box and in the parking lot of a run down grocery store I finally found what I was looking for. It was set back a little from the road making it perfect for my purposes. I stopped right in front of the donation box. Stripped my dress off of me and opened my SUV door. I bounded down to the ground and quickly making my way to the bin. I didn't have time to second guess my decision. I threw the dress in and closed the door locking the dress away from me forever. I beat a haste retreat back to the relative safety of my SUV and thought about what I had really done.

I had just thrown away the only clothes I had available to me. I'd never done something like this. In all my little adventure before now, I still had the ability to cover up I'd I needed to. I would have to drive myself home completely naked, also something I'd never done before. What if I was pulled over? The officer would see me naked? Would he arrest me? What I was doing now was super risky and damnit I loved it.

The risk of my being seen really was minimal. I had tinted windows and I sat well above most other cars. It was really only truckers that would be able to see me. And even then the tinted window made that nearly impossible. It's always been kind of weird for me to be driving such a huge vehicle. As you know I'm honestly a really small women. But my husband insisted it would be the safest. Something about big engine and being able to get out of bad situations safely.

It was only about a fifteen minute drive home from that grocery store, but I was enjoying the new sensation. It felt so wrong, which is what made it so wonderful for me. The fifteen minute drive took closer to an hour by the time I finally pulled into our driveway. The only reason I stopped then was that towards the end of my drive I started teasing my clit and now I desperately need to get home so I could make myself cum.

Once I pulled into the driveway I had another crazy idea. I threw the car in park and I ran inside up to our bedroom and went to my toy drawer. I pulled out a suction cup dildo and my mini magic wand. I bounded down the stairs and back outside. I stuck the dildo onto my car door. It took my three tries to get it lined up just right, but soon enough it was at the right level and angle for me to enjoy. Before I started backing myself up onto it though, I needed to get it ready. That meant squatting in my driveway hand slowly teasing my clit as I gave a slow, sloppy, sensual blowjob to the dildo in front of me. I spent the next five minutes enjoying the sensation and trying to take my dildo as deep into my mouth as I could. Try as I might I wasn't able to touch my nose to the door. The rubber penis in my mouth was just too big.

Now throughly satisfied that my dildo was lubed up and ready to go. I slowly inserted it into my pussy and back my ass up onto its. As I slid back onto it, I felt every inch enter me until I had it completely inside of me and my ass rested on the car door. Slowly I started moving back and forth fucking myself. As I picked up the pace I added my vibrator to the mix and that's when things really got crazy. I'm a sucker for double stimulation and in no time at all I was moaning and gasping for air. I wasn't trying to keep myself quiet either. It wasn't long before my building orgasm came bubbling to the surface. With a final hard thrust burying myself onto the dildo, my orgasm exploded out from me. I squirted all over the car door and it leaked out into the driveway below me.

I pulled off the dildo and half fell/ sat down in the grass looking at the mess I made. It might seem crazy but looking at it made me horny again and soon enough my vibrator was back at work stimulating my clit into another albeit less powerful orgasm. What a wonderful day.

The second challenge I completed was actually pretty easy to complete in theory. I made my way to the mall again one morning after dropping off the kids. Inside I made my way to a lingerie store that did bra fittings. (No not VS). I waited a few minutes for an associate to be free and able to help me. I sized her up as she approached. She was a little older then me. Probably early thirties. Her makeup was done beautifully and she wore tight fitting clothing. Her body matched the face and I was confident any antics I got up to wouldn't bother her.

Side note this is a skill that anybody who participates in public nudity and flashing like I do quickly develop. The way a person walks, talks, looks at you, or looks at other people. You can mostly tell if somebody is going to get upset and call the cops at your nudity. This isn't to say that I've not miscalculated this metric before, which is a story for another day, but for the most part now I can pick my targets with good accuracy. Now back to the story.

Of course all I had been wearing when I came in was my sun dress and a pair of heels. I explained to her that I was looking to buy some lingerie for my husband before he left on his next work trip. Which was actually true. I didn't need help with underwear except matching them to the bras I choice. I asked here to help me get fitted right and help me get 2-3 sets I could choose from. She immediately noted that I was not wearing a bra at the time and asked if that was a normal occurrence for me. I was somewhat embarrassed so I told her no I just figured I would be trying on new ones so why put one on I'd have to take off anyways. She looked at me kind of skeptically but took my story for what it was worth.

She led me to the back and we found a changing room close to the back of the changing area. I got inside and she told me she would give me a second to undress before bringing out the measuring equipment. Now remember I don't wear panties so I just quickly pulled down the straps of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I picked it up hung it on one of the hooks and called out for her.

I still wasn't 100% sure how she reacted so I made it a point to cover myself with my hands when she knocked and came back in. She noticed my lack of underwear right away. She gave me a weird look and I apologized stating I hadn't slept great and had just completely forgot to put some on. I don't think she bought that story, but she assured me that it wasn't a problem as long as I didn't plan to try on any underwear.

Things loosened up as the fitting portion commenced. We both became more comfortable with the situation and by the time we had finished getting measurements I wasn't making any effort to cover myself in front of her. So when she returned with some bras for me to try on, she knocked and I made no attempt to cover myself when I told her to come in. She definitely noted that. This went on a few more times until eventually she stopped knocking and started just walking in. It felt like we were both pushing this situation.

If you know me then you know that I had off and on been teasing my clit every time she closed the door. And luckily I hadn't been caught wet handed. After she stopped knocking it was my turn. I decided to just keep playing with myself and let her catch me. I know that sounds crazy but at the time it felt like the natural next step in a high stakes game of chicken. I heard her coming this time, but I didn't stop. When she opened the door I was leaned back against the wall one hand massaging my breasts the other teasing my clit.

I acted surprised and apologized profusely, though from the sly look on her face I knew it didn't bother her. She looked around and commented at how many bras I had discarded. She offered to take some of the ones that I had hung up but didn't want. She grabbed those and then stopped for just a second. She picked up my dress and looking me dead in the eyes stated that it was just in the way too.

Without waiting for me to respond she just left closing the door behind her. She took my fucking dress. It was the scariest thing that could happen to me, and also the fucking sexiest thing she could have done. I was I'm not even kidding dripping from my pussy. The next time she came in she we settled on three bras I wanted and she took them to bag up for me.

But she didn't bring my dress back. I waited a few minutes hoping she would bring it back. When she did return though all she did was knock and ask if everything was alright. I though to myself "No bitch you have my dress" but I worried that would cause trouble for me. So I whispered, "it looks like you accidentally grabbed my dress."

She fake apologized then said it may be at the desk or on the return rack if I wanted to come look for it. I asked her to check for me if she could. I played along and pretended to be embarrassed when I said I couldn't do that because I was naked. She responded, "ask me nicely." So that's just what I did. She responded that she would think about it.

The next five minutes were some of the scariest, but also some of the hottest. I couldn't keep my hand off my pussy. The entire time I was playing with myself. I wanted to be afraid and embarrassed, but instead I was incredibly turned on. I was seconds from succumbing to an incredible orgasm when she walked in again carrying my dress. She asked if I wanted her to come back in a minute and all I could do was plead with her through my eyes and nod my head yes. As she closed the door still holding my dress she said, "just so you know your the only one in here right now."

That was all I needed to hear. I stopped trying to suppress my moans. I let every grunt flow out of me I could see her feet just outside the door. She was waiting for me to finish. It didn't take long until I was slumped against that back of the changing booth panting looking at the puddle I created on the floor.

She didn't wait for me to recover before coming in again. She looked my post orgasm body up and down taking me in. Then she was surprised by the puddle on the floor and asked if I made that mess. I told her yes I did and asked if she would give me a towel to clean it up. She smiled at my wickedly and handed me my dress saying, "No but you can use this." I didn't have a choice. I used my only clothing to clean up my own girl cum. It was pretty much drenched by the time I finished cleaning it. I had no other choice but to put it on and wear it out if the store. I quickly bought my things and left a generous tip.

I made my way reeking of sex all the way out of the mall and back to the parking lot where my car was. There was no way this dress was coming home with me my whole car would smell of sex. So when I found a trash can close to my car I disposed of it and quickly snuck back into my SUV.

When I got home and went to put everything away, I took a closer look at the receipt. In the top corner was a name with a phone number. I'm not ashamed to say I had another nice orgasm thinking about what had happened that day.

The third challenge I completed involves another clothing abandonment situation but this one was leaps and bounds more risky. The nature preserve that our house backed up to, has a good number of walking and hiking trails. I had used a lot of them before when I went running, and every so often you'd run into another person on the trail. There were also times you'd see nobody at all. There was a parking area about three miles away from our house. From that location there is a trail that at one point is only about 100 feet from our back yard. I had actually cut a small path for myself in the past so I wouldn't have to get in the car every time I wanted to use the trails.

To prepare all I had to do was put the spare key to my car on one of the small table in our backyard surrounding our pool. I left the key there in the morning before I left and on my way back I stopped off in the parking lot at the trail head. There were three other cars parked there, but there are at least ten different trails to use so the possibility that somebody was on the one I would be using was minimal. That's not to say that more people wouldn't arrive or that somebody could come from the other way. I quickly stripped off the dress and shoes, (dumb decision) got out of the car, locked the SUV, and threw the keys inside before closing the door.

I know had committed myself to walking totally naked back to my house. But once I got there I still wouldn't be able to stop. I'd get my spare car key, but I still couldn't get into the house. I would have to turn around and do the three miles back again to my SUV. All told I figured the adventure would take a little over an hour all of it's naked. Boy was a wrong about that. The mistake I made was not wearing shoes on this adventure. I under appreciated just how many sticks and sharp rocks I would run into.

The path itself wasn't too bad, but every time a heard a twig snap or felt like somebody was about to be right around the corner or coming up behind me. I had to quickly make my way into the relative safety of the woods beyond the path. The land was dangerous there and I definitely my feet a few times. The first mile took my close to a half hour because I had been so jumpy.

Other than the pain in my feet the day was actually perfect. In my expert opinion I've found that the absolute best temperature for being naked is 79 degrees. Just a little hotter then would be comfortable in clothes. But once the clothes came off it was perfect.

I became more courageous on my second mile. I no longer sprinted into the woods at every sound. I was also able to calm the voice in my head telling me I was about to be caught. I had seen some videos where a woman would wear a cloth mask and sunglasses to basically disguise their identity. I rationalized that I was basically anonymous because one I wasn't a staple of the community and two if I was caught they would be looking at my body not my face.

The only person I saw while heading towards my house was a man that was running on a different path that intersected the one I was on. If he turned left he would run right into me in about 200 feet, but he went on straight ahead not even bothering to look in my direction. Soon enough though I came upon the little cut out leading to my backyard. The trip there had taken an hour and fifteen minutes. I knew from experience that more people would be on the trail as lunch time approached. I looked around hoping that maybe I accidentally left some shoes outside, but I had no luck.

Soon enough I had resigned myself to trudging back to my car. Yes my feet hurt like hell. I definitely enjoyed the sensation of having no clothes on at all, but next time I went into the woods I was gonna wear some shoes. It was shortly after started back again that I got caught for the first time.

There is a 100ft bridge that crosses over a creek and valley. On the way in it hadn't been a problem because it was a straight line over the bridge and then a hard left to stay on the path that I was heading down. It didn't occur to me at the time that on the way back I would have to make a blind turn onto the bridge. I would have to start my crossing without being able to scout ahead. I was in my own head as I came up on the bridge. Honestly I was cursing my feet and thinking about how I was going to stick them in my pedicure bath when I got home. As I turned into the bridge I looked up and not fifty feet away from me were two women not much older than myself walking along and chatting.

I stood startled like a deer in head lights. I didn't know if I should run or not. They were looking right at me. They had stopped talking to each other and were silently taking me in. Running now would have been counterproductive. The only place to go would be back the way I came, and that was the way they were walking towards. I couldn't double back now. I had already been caught. I knew I had to push on. I summoned up as much courage as I could and started walking again as if nothing was a-miss. There eyes were all over me as I reach them and made my way past them. I didn't look back, but I could feel their eyes on my ass so I made sure to sway my hips a little more just for them.

Again it felt really powerful to be able to be so confident in my nudity. Inside my heart was pounding and my brain was screaming to cover up and run. But I was able to keep myself under control and the power I felt from that was unimaginable. This interaction gave me the confidence to keep going on like I was. They hadn't screamed or run me off. I hoped maybe I would start something for them. Maybe soon they would be taking tandem nude walks in the woods. The rest of the hike went pretty smoothly until I was almost finished.

I had almost arrived back to my car when I saw a man coming down the trail in my direction. I wasn't confident enough or stupid enough to so brazen with a man alone in a secluded area. He had been looking down at his phone when I saw him, so I was quickly able to scurry off the trail to my right and find a large rock that I could hide behind. I was still less than twenty feet from the trail so I would have to be very quiet as he walked by.

I could hear his footsteps slowly making his way in my direction. Crazy as it may sound every footstep made me even more horny. It was as if the vibration from his steps were going straight to me pussy. I couldn't help myself. My pussy was aching for attention and I had no other choice than to feed its desires. First I tease my clit with my right hand. He got closer and I moved my left hand from squeezing my breasts to shoving two fingers in and out of my pussy. His steps got closer and my hands sped up.

Then suddenly a moan escaped my lips. Suddenly the footsteps stopped. I would guess he was less than forty feet from me. I couldn't stop though. I took my left hand out of my pussy and shoved my hand covered in my arousal into my mouth to keep me quiet. I tasted myself and I was not disappointed.

I continued rubbing my clit with a considerable amount of speed. He started walking again. 30 feet and I could feel my orgasm coming. 25 feet and I was ready to explode. 20 feet I was no longer in control. 15 feet is when I came. My legs shot out straight as liquid shot out of me with surprising force. My sudden movements caused rustling and the sound caused him to stop again. I heard him yell "hello" though I was still rubbing my pussy extending my powerful orgasm and shoving my hand so deep into my mouth a couldn't breathe.

My orgasm finally subsided and I held as still as I could. It was hard with my legs still shaking and my breathing so labored. I was seriously worried that he would step off the path and come looking for me. Luckily for me he was either scared or not curious enough to investigate any further, and after a minute or so he started on his way again.

As he walked away I stayed in my hiding spot trying to come to grips with what just happened and what I had become. I looked at myself naked covered in mud and leaves, my fingers covered in my own saliva and squirt. I was a complete mess, but never more sexually satisfied.