Prelude
Lara had been such a cocktease; and it's probably what ended up saving her life in the end.
She was 29, dirty blond, athletic, with a perfectly proportioned slim figure and gently swaying c-cup breasts.
She had recently discovered how nice it felt to show off her naked form.
And since that day, she would come home from work and put her near-perfect body on display to the geeky group of roommates who lived across the way.
It had started innocently enough one afternoon a few weeks earlier.
She had sprinted naked across her apartment to get to her phone. She had not realized that the venetian blinds had been left drawn-up by her house cleaner earlier that day.
The phone call had lasted for over half an hour and she had paced back and forth in front of her windows unaware of the show she was giving to her nerdy neighbors. She was in the heat of an argument with her most recent former boyfriend and spoke unaware that 5 pairs of eyes were following her every move.
When she finally hung up, a cluster of 10 bright spots of reflected sunlight attracted her attention in the windows across the way.
She shrieked in horror realizing that her blinds were raised and that she was standing stark naked in front of the light reflection created by five pairs of glasses.
She immediately ran into her bathroom to get her bathrobe and quickly lowered all the shades in her place.
Lara was thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated.
Yet, later that night, as she replayed the event for the hundredth time in her mind she brought herself to one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced.
Sometime during that afternoon, her extreme shame had turned into a powerful aphrodisiac.
The mortification had kept her hot and bothered. The deep heat of humiliation had constricted her breathing and her whole body had been affected as a knot at the pit of her stomach had nagged her for hours.
Exhausted by the tumult of emotions, she made herself an early dinner that she barely touched.
"Tomorrow would be another day," she tried to convince herself as she jumped in the shower before bed.
After shampooing her hair, she closed her eyes, and... for some reason... the same scene that had humiliated and troubled her so much began playing like a film behind her eyelids. That time, it was an out of body experience of sorts as she saw herself naked through the eyes of the nerds.
As she lathered herself under the warm water, she was surprised to discover how aroused she was.
Every touch sent shivers up her spine.
She could not recall ever being so sensitive.
Her skin felt hot and softer than usual to the touch.
The pressure that had been tightening in her belly had turned to a liquid heat that was spreading through her entire abdomen.
Breathing seemed more difficult.
When her fingers finally reached her most intimate flesh, she was surprised to discover that the molten lava that flowed and coursed through her veins was freely gushing between the silken softness of her labia.
She almost orgasmed upon that first touch and her legs seemed to bow under her weight. She buckled, unprepared for the flood of passion overtaking her being.
She laid herself down on the floor of the tub and flipped the switch of the water tap to fill the bath.
A sudden craving to explore the deepest parts of the nether regions of her anatomy overtook her.
She raised her legs above the edges on each side of the bathtub and opened herself to the needy passion that was overtaking her senses.
There was no delicacy in her actions. Her yearning was such that she needed to cum right away.
She inserted one finger as deeply as she could, as fast as she could. She could not recall ever feeling herself to be so hot and wet.
But one finger was not enough, she needed more.
She pulled it out and inserted two fingers, then three, then four, until she added the thumb into the mix. All five fingers were now pulled together to form a cone pulling at the tender intimate flesh of her very lubricated pussy.
"Ooh!" the stretch felt fantastic and ecstatic.
She was working her thin feminine hand into her soaked pussy up to the knuckles; her mind fixated on the exhibition she had given earlier that day.
As she replayed the entire scene over, she plunged her sticky fingers into her hungry love hole.
She pumped her fingers in and out. Her desire rising and swelling.
She was now flush with lust, unable to breath, holding her breath as her frenzied penetration brought her to the edge.
"Ooh! Oooh! Aaaaw!" she finally let her breath out as her orgasm burst and flowed through her.
Finally, the memory of the ten glares of lights reflecting off the geeks' glasses sent her over the edge towards the sweet enthralling abyss of corporal bliss.
That same night Lara brought herself off to several more powerful orgasms.
Caught in an infernal self-perpetuating cycle, she kept on thinking about the utter shame of her accidental exhibition; that embarrassment would generate a feverish sexual arousal which would then amplify her shame further. And the more disgraced she felt, the more she masturbated... Eventually, she blissfully collapsed out of sheer depletion and physical exhaustion.
The following morning when Lara woke up, a switch had flipped. Somehow, her internal wiring would never be the same again.
She could not get rid of her desire to feel the all-consuming passion that she had experienced the night before.
Over the course of the following days, she began displaying herself to her captive neighborly audience across the street. The humiliating thought of being observed consumed her.
She was timid at first, only "accidentally" dropping a towel after the bath.
But it quickly became a ritual that she would perform several nights a week. She would shower at 8pm after dinner and would walk around wrapped in the terrycloth material for about an hour. Then she would drop her towel to put her night gown before heading to bed.
The thrill of parading around naked with just a towel was enough to fan the flame of her arousal. It drove her insane with lust. An hour later, when she would eventually disrobe for a few seconds to show herself to the gang, her pussy would be overflowing with the gushing juices of her overheated vulva. Lara knew that the geeks were watching her and that knowledge only fed her yearning passions.
She would be in bed by 10 at the latest, but would not fall asleep before bringing herself off to several powerful orgasms.
As the weeks rolled along, Lara became bolder and bolder with her displays.
Gradually, she started extending the time between when she would remove her towel and when she would put on her night wear. The thrill of being exposed for longer period of times driving up her humiliation and thus her excitement.
After a couple of months, Lara graduated to the point where she would completely strip naked from the time she entered her apartment to the time she went to bed in the nude.
The first night that she had stayed naked all evening, she had been so turned on by her exhibitionism that her juices were dripping down her legs. She chose to give her nerdy fans a treat. She put on a naughty show for them and let them witness her masturbation session. She fingered herself while lying on her belly. It was a long and gentle session of self-love, but she knew that the geeks would love the rhythmic humping of her hips and butt. And she was right, to her admires looking in through her window, the naked girl illuminated by the silver light of the moon lying face-down looked as if she was fucking an invisible lover.
Chapter 1
Then, the unthinkable happened.
The Orange Buffoon had done it.
He had pressed the Big Red button and, in the space of an instant, he had broken the World.
Life on Earth would never be the same again.
Within a matter of hours, half of the world's population disappeared.
As the attacks escalated, all the major cities in the Northern Hemisphere were affected.
Paris, London, Frankfurt, Moscow, St. Petersburg, Madrid, Barcelona, Rome, Brussels, Amsterdam, Beijing, Hong Kong, Shanghai, Tokyo, the list went on and on. And, in the States, all the major cities were hit.
Lara lived in a small town in Maine, hundreds of miles from any of the major towns.
The town was not directly affected by any of the blasts.
However, radiation poisoning and radiation fall out would eventually affect the entire planet. The outlook for humanity's survival was bleak.
One of the last action of the decentralized surviving government was to distribute iodine tablets to the survivors.
Then, within a matter of hours, the fabric of society and its rules began to crumble.
As martial law was enacted, the military splintered into factions vying for control of the territory.
The country formerly known as the US was no longer a unified nation.
Vast patches of land were quarantined and abandoned as they were deemed too irradiated to sustain life. Over half of the territory was declared a wasteland, a No Man's Land. Travel between habitable regions was nearly impossible.
As food shortages started affecting the population, any semblance of civility disappeared.
As people began fighting for food, crime and murder spiraled into daily occurrences. Law & Order were no longer enforced by any form of elected authority.
In some areas, cities and towns descended into the utter chaos depicted in the apocalyptic science fiction of movies such as Mad Max. In these localities, armed groups banded together to pillage and steal whatever they could. They killed, captured or enslaved any survivor that was not part of their clans.
In other parts, concerned citizens organized and formed localized city states in an effort to offer some protection from bandits, thieves, and warlords. Unfortunately, these safe havens were few and far apart.
