Chapter Twenty-Nine

Elizabeth was enjoying getting more involved with activities on campus. She was meeting new interesting people, experiencing life to its fullest, and getting more and more opportunities to reveal her exhibitionist tendencies.

She became politically active, joining a campus political party, and like many young people, it was a liberal group set on social justice reform. She was swept up with the passion those in the group displayed. The group would meet up from time to time to discuss local and campus politics, lobby for environmental causes, or just talk about what they read on political blogs.

The campus administration was under severe budget constraints from the recession and budget cuts from the state capitol. In response, they cut the health care plans for many of the campus employees, many of which were blue collar service industry workers. In response, Elizabeth and her political group set out to protest the administration’s draconian cuts by marching in front of the dean’s office.

The group assembled on Friday morning, signs in hand, and began their chants, “Don’t you dare – cut health care!” A local TV reporter came to cover the event and interview some of the protestors, including Elizabeth. After getting a few sound bites from Elizabeth, the reporter began to pack up his things.

“Do you think this will make the evening news?” asked Elizabeth. “This is an important issue that really deserves some coverage.”

“I don’t know,” replied the reporter. “I agree its an important story, but its not a very sexy one. It may get bumped if there is a big car accident or a shooting. That’s the way television journalism is these days. If a story isn’t sexy, its not going to air.”

Elizabeth frowned in frustration. This was an important issue that more people needed to know about. If they could publicize how the school was cutting health care for its poorest workers – while not even asking its richest employees to take a paycut – public sentiment could help them change things. If only the news station would air the story! But how could she ensure coverage?

“Will this make the story sexy enough?” she asked as she whipped off her shirt. Onlookers quickly noticed and began to applaud. Elizabeth smiled at the reporter as she unbuttoned her bra and threw it at the camera. She turned to the appreciative onlookers and made her case.

“How is indecent to be nude in public, but not indecent to cut the health care to the people that pick up our trash, serve us our meals and fix our buildings? This administration is engaging in naked greed and its time for us to reveal the truth!!!!”

The crowd roared in approval as the reporter quickly motioned for the cameraman to begin rolling. Elizabeth continued her chants, urging the crowd to join her. She loved being swept up in the passion of the issue, but she also loved the attention she was getting for her naked breasts. At one point, she even looked up to the dean’s office and saw him looking at her in horror. She gave him a quick wave and blew him a kiss as she continued her chant.

The story aired on the news that night, complete with Elizabeth’s topless protest (censored of course). Elizabeth was pleased that she had the confidence to not only speak on the subject, but be topless in front of that crowd. It felt very empowering to have that kind of control. And she was glad she had given publicity to an issue she cared about.

The next day, Elizabeth heard a knock on the door. She opened up and was surprised to see her mother standing there.

“Elizabeth, we need to talk.”

Elizabeth and her mother had never been very close, mostly because it seemed like her mom had always sheltered her too much. There was a distance between them. Her mother seemed very distraught however, and Elizabeth still cared about her. She let her in and went to prepare some hot tea.

“I saw you on the news last night,” said her mother sternly.

“Oh,” replied Elizabeth. She felt as if she was punched in the gut. She knew people would see the news story, but she hadn’t really realized that would include people she knew, including loved ones. She was now remorseful at the possible embarrassment she had caused her parents.

“Elizabeth, I understand college is a liberating place where you can be a free spirit,” lectured her mother. “But you have to realize your actions have consequences.”

“I know,” replied Elizabeth glumly. “I was just caught up in the moment.”

“You have to think about the consequences. What if some prospective employer sees that video of your prancing around topless in public? What if someone has pictures of that naked graduation stunt you pulled? And god knows what other stunts you have pulled.”

Elizabeth reflected upon all the public nudity adventures she had experienced. She had certainly risked her reputation through these stunts. She might be compromising her future through these silly adventures. Maybe her mother was right. After all, Elizabeth had even warned herself before college that it was time for her to end her exhibitionist ways.

On the other hand, who was her mother to tell her what to do? She had always been such a fuddy-duddy. She was always there to end Elizabeth’s fun. She was just so conservative. How could Elizabeth make her mother understand how freeing and exhilarating it was to be naked in public?

“Elizabeth, I want you to see something,” continued her mother as she pulled out a small photo album out of her purse.

“I know you must think I don’t understand and I’m being too hard on you. But I want you to look at this.”

Her mother opened up the album and Elizabeth saw an old photo of a beautiful young woman standing completely naked in front of the St. Louis Arch. Elizabeth was puzzled.

“What is this?” she asked.

“That is me. Forty years ago,” her mother replied.

Elizabeth was stunned. THAT was her mother? The young woman was so beautiful, so daring, so brave. Her naked body shone in the bright sun as she stood brazenly in front of a national landmark and onlookers. Elizabeth could not believe that young exhibitionist was her mother.

Her mother turned the page and there was a picture of that same young woman standing completely naked on the observation deck of the Sears Tower in Chicago. Then a photo of her standing naked at Mount Rushmore. And a naked photo at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington.

“Jeez mom, did you ever keep your clothes on?” laughed Elizabeth.

“I was a bit of an exhibitionist back then,” smiled her mother. “Those were some fun times. The sexual revolution was underway and I was pushing my sexual boundaries. It was a way for me to be a feminist and stick it in the face of the establishment, while also living out my fantasies.”

“So…why did you stop?”

“See this picture here?” Elizabeth’s mom asked as she pointed to a photo of her standing naked in a supermarket. “Right after a friend of mine took this photo, I ran right into the head of an advertising firm I was hoping to work for after graduating. I was mortified. And beyond that, he called the cops. They arrested me and I had to spend the night in jail.” She sighed. “I was engaged to a nice young man. When he found out about my arrest, and all my other exhibitionist stunts, he broke it off with me. My career plans were ruined, my marriage plans were ruined. Even my friendship with the girl that took all these photos was ruined after she was arrested with me.”

“Did you ever tell grandma? I’m sure she would understand,” said Elizabeth, thinking back on the nudist secret her grandmother had revealed to her.

“Oh no, I was much too mortified to tell anyone. In fact, I was so ashamed that someone from my hometown would find out I had to move to a totally different community. That’s where I met your dad, and I never told him about my past. I never again stripped in public.”

Things were beginning to make sense to Elizabeth now. This is why her mother was so overprotective of her. She wanted to shield her from the same humiliation she had suffered. That was why she was so conservative and uptight now.

“You have to realize that when you get naked like this, people will get the wrong idea about you. That could close doors to opportunities you may want later in life. It may cost you relationships, careers, your dreams,” pleaded her mother.

“I understand mother,” replied Elizabeth forlornly. “I promise I won’t be so reckless in the future.”

“Thank you,” smiled her mother as they embraced. “Now, how bout you open up a bottle of wine and we catch up on all that you’ve been up to?”

Elizabeth opened up a bottle of wine and for the first time in ages, opened up to her mother. She told her about classes, about her performance in the play, on her new confidence. Elizabeth was sad that her naked adventures were a thing of the past, but she was glad that her mother had opened up to her. She hoped they could become closer now that they both realized they had once had a common past.

One bottle became two and soon it was like Elizabeth and her mother were old friends. They laughed as they recounted stories of the past and Elizabeth’s mom began to tell Elizabeth amazing stories of brazen public nudity from her youth. Elizabeth was quite impressed and shocked really that her conservative mother had once been such a wild child.

“Oh, I better use the ladies room,” laughed Elizabeth’s mom. “If I laugh anymore, I’m going to wet myself for sure.”

Elizabeth smiled as her mother left the room. Elizabeth flipped through some more of her mother’s exhibitionist photos. Her mother had been strikingly beautiful. And quite daring, even moreso than Elizabeth. She fixed herself another drink. When she looked up, she was sure she was hallucinating. Her mother was standing before her, completely naked.

“Mom! What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry dear, but telling all these stories really stirred something inside me. I wanted to get more comfortable. I knew you wouldn’t mind,” she laughed.

Elizabeth appreciated her mother becoming comfortable with her own nudity again and she admired how well she had maintained her physique. She had always kept a thin figure and never really seemed to age. For the first time in her life, Elizabeth began to see a lot of herself in her mother.

“Well, are you going to join me or are you going to make me feel stupid for being the only one naked?” asked her mother.

After collecting her sense, Elizabeth quickly disrobed and sat there naked with her mother, drinking a glass of wine. Under different circumstances, this might have been awkward, but at the time, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“How far away is your campus? We should streak it!” exclaimed her mother.

“Mother, are you serious? You just lectured me about how I should stop exposing myself to protect my future!” said a bewildered Elizabeth.

“Oh honey, forget what I said. You only live once. And I feel more alive right now than I have for thirty years. Are you going to show me where campus is or am I going to have to find it myself?”

Elizabeth just shook her head and laughed as her mom made her way for the door. It was well past midnight at this point, but being a college campus there were still sure to be students coming home from the bars. But Elizabeth and her mother were both too drunk to care at this point. They both strode confidently out the door and walked past the parking lot.

Just then, a car drove past on a nearby street and Elizabeth’s mother immediately ducked behind a bush with Elizabeth ducking behind her.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all,” whispered Elizabeth’s mother.

“We can head back,” replied Elizabeth. “I think that’s enough adventure for tonight.” Elizabeth’s heart was racing at this point. She had been naked like this before in public, but this time she feared for her mother more than she feared for herself. The added pressure gave brought back an excitement to her nude streak that she hadn’t experienced in awhile. She could feel herself getting moist at the danger of getting caught, and she immediately became embarrassed to be sexually aroused in front of her own mother.

“Okay, I’ll follow you back to the apartment,” whispered Elizabeth’s mother. “On the count of three. One…two….”

Just then a pack of guys came out of nowhere towing a small keg of beer. They set it down in the parking lot right between where Elizabeth and her mother were crouching and her apartment.

“Okay bros, we’re going to finish the rest of this keg, no questions asked,” declared one of the guys as he proceeded to fill his cup and chug the entire beer in a matter of second. Elizabeth and her mother both sat crouched naked behind a bush as they watched these boys chug beers. After several minutes, Elizabeth’s mother had enough.

“This is ridiculous, we can’t wait here all night. Who knows how long these boys will take. Besides, someone could catch us crouching here. We have to make a run for it,” pleaded Elizabeth’s mother.

“Let’s just wait a few more minutes. I don’t want to risk being seen by them. Besides, who knows what they might do with a pair of naked women. Its too dangerous.”

“Nonsense,” replied Elizabeth’s mother. “Let me show you how its done.”

With that, Elizabeth’s mother got up from behind the bush and strode confidently to the young men.

“Can I get a beer?” she asked.

“Whoa, am I hammered or is there a hot naked chick asking me for a beer?” laughed one of the guys.

“Both,” replied Elizabeth’s mother with a smile. “Now am I gonna get a beer or not?”

Elizabeth watched incredulously as her mother chugged a beer completely naked in front of this pack of college. Before she knew what was going on, the guys had lifted her mother upside down so she could do a naked keg stand. Elizabeth could not have been more shocked.

“This is the greatest night of my life,” proclaimed one of the guys as he slapped Elizabeth’s mother on her naked ass. Elizabeth could tell that her mother was getting quite aroused by the attention and she wondered how many times she had pulled this stunt in her younger days.

“Well boys, its been fun, but I gotta get home and get some sleep. You better finish that keg,” teased Elizabeth’s mother.

“No problem,” laughed one of the guys. “Thanks so much for the show.”

“Elizabeth!” called her mother. “Are you going to get out from behind that bush and walk me home or what?”

Elizabeth was mortified as she stood up from behind the bush. The guys hooted and hollered and Elizabeth was embarrassed to be seen like this in front of her mother. She had been seen naked in public many times, but with her mother there, she was suddenly modest.

“Race you back to the apartment Lizzie!” yelled her mother as she dashed back across the parking lot. Elizabeth raced to catch up with her. Elizabeth’s mother ran back into the apartment laughing hysterically with Elizabeth close behind.

“Elizabeth, this is the greatest night of my life. Thank you so much. I am so sorry I ever tried to stifle who you are. Life is about taking risks. If you play it safe all the time, you are not living life.”

Elizabeth smiled and hugged her naked mother.

“Thank you mother.”

“Thank you Elizabeth. Be naked as much as you can. It’s the best way to feel alive.”

Hey Karl, where are those pictures from, and what are they of?

Thanks

Fango

I'm pretty sure the first one is a production of "Salome".

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/show...e#post42371 0

The second one is from this thread, but I don't know the story behind it.

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/show...08&postcount=5

I like the fact that you added the current recession into your story. Looking forward to the next adventures of Elizabeth.

Chapter Thirty

Elizabeth returned to her hometown for the summer once classes ended. Her mother and her continued to get closer, although they never relived their drunken streak together. Her mother was much more permissive about nudity however, and gave Elizabeth permission to be naked around the house provided her father wasn’t home. Neither Elizabeth nor her mother had told him about their naked adventures, and Elizabeth’s mother wanted to keep it a secret.

With her father gone most of the day, Elizabeth felt free to be naked a lot, and she enjoyed sharing this secret with her mother. She even remained naked when her mother returned home from work, and her mother happily smiled at her carefree spirit, a drastic change from before when she might have frowned on such recklessness.

One hot summer Friday afternoon, Elizabeth was lounging around the house naked as usual. Her father and mother were both away at work, and Elizabeth had the house to herself. Being naked around the house was becoming routine, and Elizabeth was seemingly always searching to push the boundaries of her routine nudity. She walked up to the front window and gently pulled up the shade. She looked longingly at the bright summer day outside and wished badly that she could walk around outside in the nude, the hot rays of the sun beating against her raw flesh. Being naked in broad daylight would be quite exciting.

The fact that the window was now drawn, with her naked body in the window was exciting Elizabeth a little. Anyone looking closely at the front of the house would see her naked body. A car passed by and Elizabeth quickly ducked in embarrassment. She chuckled to herself. She was wanting to be so daring, yet she was still so scared.

What would happen if she just walked out the front door completely naked? Would anyone even notice? Most people were away at work. The people at home weren’t likely to be looking out their windows, much less looking right at Elizabeth’s house. Her only real worry was cars driving past on the street.

Curiosity was driving Elizabeth crazy. She walked to the front door and slowly opened it. She peeked around to make sure there was no one outside looking at her. She took a deep breath and flung open the door, jumping outside for a split second before jumping back inside. She laughed. That was nothing.

She opened the door again and slowly stepped out into the sunlight. She felt the hot sun shining on her bare shoulders. Her stomach grew tight and she could feel a gentle breeze blow past her moist vaginal lips. So far so good. She wondered if anyone was watching her.

A car quickly drove past her house. Elizabeth froze in fear. But the car passed without incident. Elizabeth wondered if the driver even saw her. Many drivers don’t even notice their surroundings, they are so fixated on their destination, she thought. She decided to push her boundaries further still.

She slowly walked to her driveway, completely naked in the middle of the afternoon. She wanted to touch herself so badly at this point. How far was she willing to take this? She spotted her mailbox at the end of the driveway. She could quickly run and touch it, then run back. That would be a good enough challenge.

Elizabeth looked both ways to make sure no cars were coming. She took a deep breath and began to run towards the mailbox. It was only at the end of the driveway, but it seemed like a mile away. She touched it and quickly ran back to her front door, slamming it shut behind her. Her heart was racing as she stood against the doorway, safe inside her house. Her fingers grazed her clitoris as her head begin to swim in ecstasy. She grabbed her nipples and began to twist them as she thought about the sun on her flesh. Her fingers were soon inside her as she thought about the possibility of somebody watching her from their house. Elizabeth slid to the ground as her fingers began to thrust in and out. The feeling was incredible. Those brief few seconds of being naked outdoors in broad daylight were enough to fuel orgasms for the next week. Elizabeth closed her eyes and was lost in her own world of erotic pleasure.

She was so close to climaxing when she opened her eyes for a brief second only to see a strange woman standing before her.

“Holy shit!” screamed Elizabeth as she quickly tried to cover herself with her hands. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m the cleaning lady,” explained the woman with a bewildered look on her face. “I came in through the garage door. Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Elizabeth. I’m Ron and Terry’s daughter.”

“Oh. Are you okay? Do you want me to get you some clothes?”

“No thanks,” replied an embarrassed Elizabeth. “I’ll get them myself.”

Elizabeth quickly dressed, humiliated from being caught masturbating. All this free time was giving her too much time to do reckless things like walk down the street naked in broad daylight. She resolved to herself to get a job.

Later that day, she applied for a job at a local restaurant. It wasn’t the greatest job in the world, but she figured she could get good money in tips. She was quickly hired and they put her to work the next week. It was a local restaurant that served a small clientele of regulars. In other words, it was mostly empty. Elizabeth was disappointed at the lack of tips she was getting and considered quitting and finding other work. But the economy was sluggish and not many places were hiring so she decided to stick with it.

She had gotten to know the bartender Brett pretty well. Brett was a guy in his early 20s. He had been in college but had to drop out to pay for his mother’s medical bills. He was a pretty bright kid who was attending night school at the community college. He was pretty cute and made Elizabeth laugh. She wasn’t really looking for a summer romance, but she did enjoy flirting with him. She could also tell he liked her and when things were really slow, he’d make them both drinks for free.

One particularly slow night, Elizabeth and Brett were chatting about her life at college. Brett really envied Elizabeth for getting to experience the full college lifestyle. But he liked to tease Elizabeth for going to a private school upstate, ribbing her for attending “Uptight University.”

“I’m sure you guys get really wild on campus,” he joked. “Sometimes you even wear white after Labor Day! Insane!”

Elizabeth playfully hit him on the shoulder. “Its not like that,” she insisted. “You should come up some time and see how we really party. Its not all preppies and trust-fund babies.”

“Oh I bet,” he laughed. “Tell me, what’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done? Tear the tag off your mattress? Bought an outfit off the rack?”

Elizabeth, tipsy off a few of Brett’s patented drinks, mulled things over for a second before blurting out, “I once attended a party completely naked.”

Brett nearly spit out his drink. “Naked like…metaphorically? You exposed your soul?”

“I mean without wearing any clothing,” smiled Elizabeth.

Brett laughed. “I don’t believe you for a second. A goody two-shoes like you? You wouldn’t have the nerve.”

“I did too! In fact, I also streaked my apartment complex once! I have no problem with being naked in front of people. Its kind of my signature!”

Elizabeth stopped herself. Should she be revealing so much to Brett? What if he thought she was weird? What if he told everyone about her naked adventures? Had her mother been right? Was she being too reckless?

“Prove it then!” he smiled “Take off your clothes here!”

Elizabeth looked around. “Here? No way. I’ll get fired for sure. Or someone will call the cops!”

“Who do you see here that is going to get you in trouble? The only ones here are me and ol’ Bill at the end of the bar. And I’m pretty sure ol’ Bill is either passed out or dead.”

“No I’m not dead! Give me a beer!” piped the old man sitting at the end of the bar.

“Coming up Bill!” laughed Brett. “Okay, how bout this, I’m going to fill this mug up with beer. I want you to serve it to ol’ Bill completely naked. Otherwise, you’re just a liar,” smiled Brett.

Elizabeth pondered her predicament. She was feeling awfully confident from the free cocktail. And Brett’s ribbing was starting to get to her. She wanted to shut him up by showing how daring she could be. And who would care? Bill was passed out. There were no other customers. This was the perfect opportunity.

She smiled at Brett and quickly began unbuttoning her blouse. Bill scarcely looked up from his empty beer mug.

“Still think I’m a goody two-shoes?” laughed Elizabeth as she tossed her blouse at Brett.

“Psh. They wear less at Hooters. You haven’t proved a thing,” he mocked.

Elizabeth stepped out of her shoes, unbuttoned her jeans and without hesitating slid them to the floor.

“Ha, I’ve seen girls wear less at a swimming pool,” laughed Brett a bit more nervously.

Elizabeth looked over at ol’ Bill who was either asleep or passed out. She winked at Brett and undid her bra, sliding it off her silky white shoulders and tossing it on the spouts of beer behind the bar.

“Uh, Elizabeth, you don’t have to do this,” stammered Brett. “I was just teasing you. I believe you.”

“No, no,” smiled Elizabeth, her head now swimming in intoxication from both alcohol and the way she was making Brett nervous. “I have to show you how we do it in college. We’re not all fuddy-duddies,” she said as she pushed her panties to the floor.

“Ta-da!”

“Wow. I can’t believe you did that,” said a stunned Brett.

Elizabeth grabbed the mug of beer and made her way over to Bill. He was now slumped over at the bar, so Elizabeth tapped him on the shoulder and handed him the beer.

“Jumpin’ Jiminy! A naked woman!” exclaimed Bill with a start. “I’ve had too much to drink. I’m hallucinating!”

Elizabeth laughed and gave the old man a hug.

“This is the best dream you’ve ever had old man,” she said as she kissed him on the cheek.

She walked back to Brett with a proud grin on her face.

“Still think I’m a stick in the mud?” she asked as she confidently stood with her hand on her hip.

Just then, an older conservative looking couple walked in the door. They immediately saw the young naked girl standing before the bar.

“Oh my word,” exclaimed the woman.

Elizabeth, shocked that anyone would want to come by the bar this late, tried her best to duck behind the bar, but by then the couple had already gained more than an eyeful.

“What kind of a bar is this? A strip club?” bellowed the man. “Let’s go Ethel, this is obviously a bar of ill-repute!”

Brett began to howl in laughter as he handed a crouching Elizabeth her clothes.

“I’ll give you credit for being bold, but you sure got cut down quickly!”

excellent story more soon? please

Chapter Thirty-One

Elizabeth woke up late the next morning, a bit hung-over from drinking a bit too much on the job. She began to recall her nude service at the bar last night, and although reliving the memory gave her pleasure, she also felt some anguish about being so reckless again.

She sauntered downstairs to get a bite to eat and ran into the cleaning lady once again. Her name was Darlene and her and Elizabeth had chatted a bit since their first embarrassing run-in. Elizabeth was glad Darlene had never mentioned the incident. Darlene was older, in her late 30s, blonde with a petite figure. She looked world-weary, but you could tell she had been a real knockout in her younger days.

After taking a quick shower, Elizabeth walked back to her room in her towel to get dressed for the day. She found Darlene standing in the hallway.

“I saw you that day.” Darlene said nervously.

“Um….what?”

“ I saw you naked at the mailbox. I thought it was awesome.”

“Oh. Thank you,” replied Elizabeth sheepishly.

“You like to be naked, don’t you?” asked Darlene.

“Yea, I guess so.”

“I don’t mind if you’re naked while I’m here,” said Darlene. “You can take off the towel.”

Elizabeth wasn’t quite sure what was going on. She had been friendly with Darlene, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be naked in front of her.

“Its okay,” smiled Darlene. “I won’t tell anyone. You don’t have to be shy around me.”

Darlene’s warm smile reassured Elizabeth and she found herself dropping the towel and revealing her naked body to the cleaning lady.

“You have a very nice body,” said Darlene as she scanned Elizabeth up and down. “I can see why you are so eager to show it off.”

Elizabeth stood there naked, feeling a bit awkward at having this woman she barely knew eyeing her nude body, but also aroused that her naked body was being studied by Darlene.

“I think you have tremendous confidence and self-esteem,” smiled Darlene. “I would like to learn that from you. I have had poor self-esteem for too long.” She slowly removed her t-shirt. “Show me how to become confident like you.”

Elizabeth watched with disbelief as Darlene unbuttoned her shorts and dropped them to the floor. Darlene hesitated a bit before she removed her bra, revealing ample breasts.

“I’m not sure I can be brave like you,” she whispered.

“Its okay,” smiled Elizabeth. “You’ll find it comes very naturally. Just let your body take over and don’t overthink things.”

Darlene closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she slid her panties off. Elizabeth noticed that she really had a very nice body.

“I feel so free,” smiled Darlene. “Do you mind if I clean in the nude every day?”

“Not at all,” replied Elizabeth. “It will be nice having someone else nude around the house.”

The two women spent the rest of the hour nude, and Elizabeth learned much about Darlene’s past. Darlene exposed her soul to Elizabeth, telling her of lost opportunities due to a lack of confidence. The hour passed much too quickly and Elizabeth was sorry when Darlene was done cleaning.

“I have to get on to the next house. But I really enjoyed our time together,” said Darlene. “Hey, do you want to come with me to the next house? No one will be home. You don’t have to clean, but it would be kind of fun to have you around. Naked, of course.”

Elizabeth was a bit uncertain that being in a total stranger’s house naked without their permission was a good idea. Still, there was something about Darlene’s smile that reassured Elizabeth that everything would be okay. She happily agreed.

The two women dressed and Darlene drove them to an upper class neighborhood nearby. They pulled up to a rather large house – a mansion really, and Elizabeth began to get very nervous about being naked in a stranger’s home. Darlene let them in and Elizabeth marveled at how regal the interior of the house was. She wandered over to admire some of the expensive artwork and noticed how ornate some of the furniture was. She felt like a princess in a castle.

She turned around to find Darlene already completely naked. Elizabeth was shocked. Apparently it didn’t take much to get Darlene out of her shell!

“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked.

Elizabeth soon removed her dress and tossed it over the expensive antique sofa. She unclasped her bra and hung it over the thousand dollar lamp. She slid off her panties and hung them on the Renoir. She skipped around the empty mansion in wonder at the luxurious items in the house. She found the master bedroom and jumped on the bed. She rolled around on the silk sheets, which felt amazing on her naked body.

Elizabeth danced down the hallway and stood at the top of an elegant staircase. She imagined herself, entering a ball. She slowly walked down the stairs, pretending she was making her grand entrance in the most daring ball gown ever – her birthday suit. She imagined all the shocked onlookers and it began to arouse her. She got to the bottom of the staircase and sat down on the antique sofa. The urges were calling to her again. Darlene was in the other room cleaning (in the nude of course!) and besides she had already caught Elizabeth pleasuring herself once. It was time for Elizabeth to begin satisfying her desires.

Her fingers began probing her vaginal lips as she closed her eyes and moaned in ecstasy. The antique couch was soon soaked. Elizabeth twisted her nipples as she became more and more aroused, her imaginary ball attendees watching her naked body writhe in ecstasy. A bellowing voice soon interrupted her erotic daydream.

“Who in the hell are you?” yelled an older man, dressed in a black pinstripe suit. “And what are you doing in my house?”

Elizabeth saw Darlene, completely dressed, run into the room. “I’m very sorry Mr. Weathers, I thought I left the doors locked while I was cleaning, but someone must have broke in.”

“Call 9-1-1 Darlene, we have an intruder!” shouted the man.

Elizabeth was mortified. Not only had she been caught pleasuring herself, but she was now guilty of intruding into someone’s home. She would be arrested for sure! Her life was over. She had only one choice. Run!

Elizabeth dashed toward the front door, with not even enough time to collect her clothing. She sprinted across the lawn and was all the way down the street before she even realized she was running in broad daylight COMPLETELY NAKED!

Quickly regaining some modesty, Elizabeth ducked into some bushes by a nearby house. Just then a car whizzed by and Elizabeth soon became aware of her circumstance. She was a full mile or two away from her house, completely naked. And to make matters worse, there was a gentleman calling the cops on her. She had to make a run for it, and fast, but do so without being detected.

It was the middle of the afternoon, so most people would either be at school or work. The neighborhood did seem a bit deserted, which was advantageous for Elizabeth. Adrenaline was still pumping her veins, and the urgency of the situation allowed her to suspend any modesty in favor or getting out of this neighborhood as soon as possible. Elizabeth came out from behind the bush and ran as fast as she could, in broad daylight, naked as the day she was born.

She made it to the end of the street and ducked behind a parked car in the driveway. She was now near the entrance to the neighborhood development. She spied a bush on the next lot she could dash to and duck behind quickly. She readied herself for a run, but just as she was ready to make a run for it, a truckful of lawn-care workers pulled up to the house!

“Crap!” thought Elizabeth. Five landscapers stood between her and the entrance. She decided to see if she could possibly wait them out. Unfortunately, it looked like they were working on the front yard. To make things worse, Elizabeth turned to see the front door open of the house where she was crouched in the driveway. Either way, she was about to be exposed naked to a stranger!

She decided she had to make a run for it. Her stomach began to tighten at the dread of the humiliation she was about to suffer. She rose from her crouch just in time to see the shocked expression of the owner of the car she was hiding behind. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her past the five burly men working on the lawn. She waved as they all stopped to stare.

“Hi boys. Just out for a run. Have a nice day!” Elizabeth smiled as she tried her best to keep her composure.

Elizabeth ran towards the entrance to the development as she could hear hoots and catcalls from the landscapers behind her. She ducked behind the large sign that read “Nottingham Estates” and caught her breath. A faint smile crept on her face as she had time to reflect on her adventure. While she was humiliated and terrified she was going to be arrested for both public indecency and breaking and entering, she did enjoy the experience of running through this neighborhood, past complete strangers, completely naked. Her hand grazed her thigh and she quickly became aroused. But it was not the time, nor the place. Not quite yet.

Elizabeth turned a corner and now her neighborhood was within sight. The only major obstacle was a bridge about fifty yards long that she would have to cross. The bridge ran with the road and there would be nowhere to duck should a car pass by.

Elizabeth crouched behind a tree that stood just before the bridge. She was awfully close to her neighborhood – anyone that passed her by and saw her might recognize her. She didn’t want to suffer any more humiliation, or worse yet, bring humiliation to her family. But she couldn’t crouch behind this tree all day. She waited for her best opportunity, and took a deep breath to psych herself up to make the naked walk across the bridge.

After reassuring herself, Elizabeth was ready to make her run. She checked to make sure no cars were coming, then ran quickly towards the bridge. She was nearly halfway across when her heart nearly dropped through her stomach as she heard the sound of a car approaching behind her. Elizabeth half-considered jumping off the bridge into the creek far below. But she closed her eyes and tried to keep her composure as best she could. She only hoped the driver of the car did not know her.

Elizabeth winced as she heard the car slow down behind her. Bravely, she kept looking forward, vainly hoping that if she didn’t look at the driver, the driver couldn’t see her. She was nearly to the end of the bridge now – almost there.

“Elizabeth!”

“Crap!” thought Elizabeth. It was someone that knew her. She stopped and slowly turned to see who was her audience.

Her fears quickly turned to joy when she saw Darlene sitting in the car, motioning for Elizabeth to jump into the car.

“I’ve been looking all over for you! Come on! Let’s get you out of here!”

Elizabeth quickly jumped in the car, relieved at being rescued.

“I’m really sorry about what happened back there,” said Darlene. “Luckily, Mr. Weathers decided not to call the police. But he did fire me on the spot, that jerk. I’m really sorry I got you in that predicament. That was really reckless of me. I hope you’re not too mad.”

“I’m not mad,” shrugged Elizabeth. “It was my own dumb fault.” She smiled. “Besides, it was actually a fun time. Well, other than the part where I was terrified at being arrested!”

Darlene dropped Elizabeth off at her home, adding “I hope we can still have our naked cleaning sessions. Let’s just keep them at your house though, okay?”

“Okay,” smiled Elizabeth as she waved to Darlene.

Elizabeth dashed back to her front door, still naked, and let herself in. She sighed as she closed the door behind her. She began to relive the events of the day in her mind. How she had dropped her towel for Darlene and they had chatted for an hour, both naked. How she had been naked in that luxurious mansion, the home of a complete stranger. How he had caught her, pleasuring herself on his antique couch. On her naked run, past neighbors and landscapers. In the safety of her own home, it was all very arousing. She yearned to satisfy her urges and soon she was deep inside herself. She orgasmed hard, her body trembling in relief. She opened her eyes, and to her horror, there was a man standing in front of her, with his hand covering his eyes.

“Elizabeth?”

“Oh my god, Dad!”

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Chapter Thirty-Two

By the middle of the summer Elizabeth had saved enough money to visit her college roommate Marie in her hometown of San Francisco. Elizabeth was very eager for the trip, not only to see Marie, but also to visit San Francisco for the first time. She had long admired the culture of the city, the diverse population, and of course, the city’s liberal attitude towards sexual mores like public nudity.

She had planned to visit Marie during the Bay to Breakers run. Bay to Breakers was a run that generally also attracted a large festival atmosphere, and every year several participants ran in various states of undress, sometimes with no clothes at all. Elizabeth wasn’t quite certain if she was up for being completely naked, but she was determined to run with Marie and show off her exhibitionist tendencies somehow.

Elizabeth arrived at the airport and as she went through the Transportation Security Administration checkpoint, she chuckled to herself how funny it would be if she completely disrobed just to show security she wasn’t carrying any weapons or bombs.

She boarded her plane for the long flight to San Francisco. After flipping through a magazine, she soon became bored and her mind began to wander. She thought about how fun Marie had been as a friend and she recollected some of their past nude experiences. Elizabeth began to get very excited at the prospect of running the Bay to Breakers topless – maybe even naked! Dare she?

All this daydreaming was starting to make Elizabeth quite aroused. She excused herself and walked to the back of the plane to the lavatory. Once inside, she splashed some water on her face to calm herself down. She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed that the top few buttons on her dress were extremely loose. It only turned her on even more. She felt like tearing off her clothes and running down the aisle of the airplane. But she wouldn’t dare do that! Airplane security was way too tight to try a stupid stunt like that.

However, Elizabeth was very eager to get naked. At least should could relieve some urges in the lavatory. She quickly unbuttoned her dress and slid it off. She unfastened her bra, and slid off her panties. She was now completely naked in an airplane restroom. Her hand grazed her navel before moving down towards her vagina. But it wasn’t enough. Elizabeth had to push her boundaries.

She slowly inched the lavatory door open to peek outside and see if anyone else was waiting to use it. There was no one around. Elizabeth peeked her head out. It was a larger flight, and not a full one.
Many of the back few rows were empty. The few passengers near the back were either asleep, or watching a movie. Elizabeth could see a flight attendant at the opposite end of the aisle, but she was busy handing out complementary beverages. Elizabeth’s heart was pounding in her chest. Her juices were flowing down her leg. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

She could feel the cold rush of the air conditioning against her naked body as she stepped out of the lavatory completely naked. Her heart nearly exploded in nervous energy. Although she was only there for a few seconds, it seemed like she was there for an hour. Elizabeth quickly jumped back in the lavatory and closed the door.

Smiling, she began furiously masturbating at the thought of being completely naked in an airplane cabin. No one had seen her, but just the thought that she could have been caught, that she was naked around all these strangers, was extremely arousing.

Elizabeth quickly climaxed, but it only made her hungrier for more. Her appetite for public thrills was becoming voracious.

She again cracked the lavatory door open and again saw no one around. The back few rows of seats were still unoccupied. Elizabeth tossed her panties and bra in the trash and grabbed her dress in her hand. She looked up to make sure no one was looking in the rear of the plane, and in one quick move, she dashed into the seat in the back row.

Elizabeth was dripping wet with excitement. She had really gone too far, but there was no turning back now. At least now she could see if anyone was coming and could quickly put her dress back on to cover up. Her fingers began to work on her body again, filling Elizabeth with sexual ecstasy. She began twisting her nipples and arching her back against the back of the seat. At one point, she even stood up far enough so that anyone looking back could see she was topless. She imagined that she was the flight attendant, walking down the aisle, serving people drinks completely nude.

Again, she climaxed, and she collapsed on the seat in exhaustion. Just then, she heard a click. It was the other lavatory door opening! Elizabeth fumbled with her dress, but in her confused state following the orgasm, she was finding it difficult to put it on in time. Elizabeth looked up to see a large man walk by her, not even looking down at her naked body sprawled out on the airplane seat. She then smelled a hideous aroma and realized why he had been in there for so long. She quickly dressed and returned to her seat.

She enjoyed the feeling of wearing nothing but her thin sundress the rest of the trip. Elizabeth happily dozed off, replaying her adventure in the back of the plane over and over again, and dreaming of seeing Marie.

When Elizabeth awoke, she was in San Francisco. There to greet her at the airport was her old friend Marie.

“You look fantastic! Its so great to see you!” exclaimed Elizabeth.

“I am so glad you came out! We’re going to have such a great time!” said Marie with a hug.

Marie took Elizabeth out to dinner at a café in an artsy section of San Francisco. Elizabeth marveled at the beautiful architecture and public art. They enjoyed their dinner and caught each other up on their summers. Elizabeth told Marie about her job at the bar and how she had served a guy in the nude. She told her about the cleaning lady and her streak through an affluent neighborhood. Marie was howling in laughter at Elizabeth’s stories.

“Well it doesn’t sound like you’ve slowed down a bit this summer,” laughed Marie. “I hope you are prepared to take that same exhibitionist streak to the Bay to Breakers.”

“I don’t know,” said Elizabeth. “Its one thing to be naked for a couple guys in a bar or to streak past some surprised onlookers. But I don’t know if I can be completely naked in public in front of a crowd of thousands. What would they think?”

“Have you forgotten where you are?” asked Marie. “This is San Francisco, the most liberal city in America. You can go walk through this café completely naked and no one would bat an eye. I can’t believe you of all people would suddenly get modest in San Francisco!”

“Well, we’ll see how I feel when we get there,” smiled Elizabeth.

The two girls finished their meals and enjoyed a few drinks afterwards as they laughed the night away. It soon got late and Marie suggested they call it a night. Elizabeth excused herself to use the ladies room while Marie picked up the tab.

A bit tipsy from the wine, Elizabeth splashed cold water on her face. It reminded her of her escapade in the airplane. The wine was causing blood to surge throughout her body and again she got aroused recounting the experience. Marie’s words echoed in Elizabeth’s head – “You can go walk through this café completely naked and no one would bat an eye!” Would they? Elizabeth had to find out!

She quickly unbuttoned her sundress and slipped it off her shoulders. She was completely naked. Elizabeth cracked the bathroom door opened and saw Marie preparing to leave their table. Now was Elizabeth’s chance!

Elizabeth confidently strode from the bathroom to the front of the café completely naked. It took a second or two for anyone to notice or comprehend what was going on, but as soon as they realized a gorgeous naked woman was walking past, many erupted in smiles or hoots. Elizabeth smiled as she saw Marie bursting with laughter.

“I think a few people may have batted an eye,” laughed a naked Elizabeth. “Let’s get out of here before we really get in trouble!”

Marie and Elizabeth quickly ran out the front door as a few café guests began to applaud. Elizabeth threw the dress back on as she walked out into the San Francisco night.

“I think this town is going to bring out the worst in me!”

Chapter Thirty-Three

The next afternoon, Marie took Elizabeth to the beach on a rare sweltering San Francisco day. They visited Baker Beach, a gorgeous beach within view of Golden Gate Bridge. The girls spread out their blankets and Elizabeth began to strip down to her bathing suit. She sat down and smiled as she felt the warm rays of the sun on her skin.

She casually looked over at Marie and nearly doubled over. Marie was completely naked.

“What on earth are you doing?” blurted Elizabeth.

“When did you get prudish all of a sudden?” laughed Marie. “This is the nude part of the beach. Don’t you want to work on your tanlines before we run naked in front of thousands of people?”

Elizabeth was now an old pro at being naked in public, but she was still caught off guard when Marie surprised her like that! She was a bit hesitant about getting naked in unfamiliar surroundings. Was it really a nude beach? She knew people in San Francisco were laid back, but she still worried what people would think. And she didn’t have the benefit of alcohol, her liquid courage from last night.

Elizabeth reached behind her back and slowly untied her top.

“Come on, quit being such a sissy and strip!” mocked Marie as she pulled Elizabeth’s top off. Elizabeth instinctively covered herself in embarrassment.

“Don’t rush me!” she laughed as she threw a sandal at Marie. She began to pull at her bottoms, but she was still a bit nervous. Just then, two very attractive men appeared from around the bend, walking a dog. Elizabeth covered her breasts with her arm and tried to play it cool. One of the men smiled at her and nodded. Elizabeth turned red with embarrassment.

“Oh god,” groaned Marie. “He’s gay Elizabeth! All the cute ones here are! Now off with the bottoms!”

Marie pulled off Elizabeth’s bottoms as Elizabeth shrieked in laughter.

“No, no, don’t!” laughed Elizabeth in mock resistance.

Soon, both girls were completely naked, taking in the sun. It only took a few minutes for Elizabeth to once again feel completely at ease being naked in public. She wondered why she still resisted at all.

“I’m getting overheated,” announced Marie. “I’m going to take a quick dip.”

“I’ll join you in a sec,” replied Elizabeth. “Just gotta get an even tan on this side.”

Elizabeth watched Marie dash off into the ocean. She forgot what an incredible body Marie had. She chuckled as she recounted Marie stripping her. She wanted to get even with Marie. She smiled as she grabbed Marie and Elizabeth’s clothes and buried them in some sand nearby.

Elizabeth dashed off to join her friend in the ocean. The water was freezing but invigorating. Elizabeth could see the Golden Gate in the distance. Here she was, completely naked in front of one of the nation’s most prominent landmarks. She thought back at her mother’s photographs from her youth.

The two girls ran back to their beach towels and prepared to leave.

“Where are our clothes?” asked Marie.

“I don’t know, where did you leave them?” asked Elizabeth.

“Right here. They should be right here!” replied Marie.

“Marie, did someone steal our clothes?” asked Elizabeth, trying her best not to crack a smile.

“Oh my god, if our clothes got stolen….what are we going to do?” asked Marie with a sense of panic in her voice.

Elizabeth began to howl in laughter.

“You should see the look on your face,” laughed Elizabeth as she dug out the clothes.

“Not funny,” replied Marie with a slight smile on her face. “You may have won this round Elizabeth, but you’ll get yours,” she laughed.


The next day was Bay to Breakers. Elizabeth was overwhelmed at the number of people at the event. There were all sorts – gay, straight, men, women, white, black, serious marathon runners, people that were just there to drink and party. She still wasn’t certain she could go through with being naked in front of a crowd this large, even if it was socially acceptable.

“I don’t see anyone naked here,” said Elizabeth nervously. “Are we going to be the only ones?”

“Relax, the people that are naked don’t disrobe until just before the race. We’ll be fine!”

The two girls registered and prepared for the run. All Elizabeth could see were serious runners – completely dressed.

“Time to disrobe!” announced Marie as she began to strip off her clothes.

“I’m not sure I can do this,” replied Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth, all of these people are complete strangers who will never see you again! Besides, no one will even recognize you in this,” said Marie as she handed Elizabeth some sunglasses and a headscarf. “I’m not going to have our faces floating around the internet associated with our hot nude bodies! We’re going undercover!”

Elizabeth laughed and looked at her naked friend. Just then she saw another pair of women milling about topless. Elizabeth felt relieved and began stripping off her clothes as well. Once she was naked she donned the sunglasses and headscarf and stuffed her clothes in her backpack.

Elizabeth looked around and she saw more runners dressed in provocative costumes or even in various states of undress. Most of the naked people were men, but she saw a few women topless and even another naked woman. Marie and Elizabeth were garnering some attention, but most people were pretty respectful.

The race began and Elizabeth reveled in the experience of running naked through San Francisco with her best friend in front of thousands of people. She was amused with the antics of some of the runners and found herself having a wonderful time. She was pleasantly surprised when she saw a pair of young women handing out bottles of water to runners – completely naked!

“Well, this is San Francisco!” laughed Elizabeth.

Elizabeth and Marie both crossed the finish line and hugged.

“I’m so glad you did this with me!” smiled Marie.

“This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience! I’m so glad I did it!” replied Elizabeth.

The two girls milled about a bit naked, making friends with other naked people, and making a few heads turn.

“I’m going to grab us something to drink,” said Marie. “Hold my bag for me.”

Elizabeth smiled as she took in the scene. Just then, a man dressed in nothing but hot pink leather shorts and fairy wings hugged her.

“Well aren’t you the belle of the ball!” he laughed. “I may be gay, but I can appreciate a naked woman! I proclaim you Prom Queen of Bay to Breakers!”

He waved his magic wand and tossed some “fairy dust” on Elizabeth as she took a curtsey and smiled at his antics. As he left, she bent over to try to shake the “fairy dust” out of her hair.

“Where are our bags?” asked Marie as she returned.

“Oh, they’re right…..here?” Elizabeth looked to where she had set the bags when she shook her hair, but there was nothing there. She began to panic.

“Elizabeth, it wasn’t that funny the first time, and its really not funny this time,” lectured Marie. “Where are the bags?”

“I’m totally serious, I left them right there,” said Elizabeth. Just then a police officer walked by.

“Party’s over ladies,” he told them. “You need to get dressed and either head home or make your way to a blocked-off drinking area. You can’t stay here.”

Elizabeth really began to panic. “Marie, I totally don’t know what happened. I swear I just left the bags right there, and now they’re gone.”

“Elizabeth, I am going to kill you. But first, we need to find some clothes.”

The two girls began going around, asking total strangers if they could borrow a shirt, pants, anything, even a bag to wear.

“Well look at you girlfriend!” said a tall gentleman wearing only a suit jacket and some shorts. “You came undressed for the occasion!”

“I’m really sorry to trouble you, but I’ve misplaced my clothes. Do you have anything I could wear? Anything at all?”

“Well sure,” replied the man as he took off his jacket. “Anything to help a damsel in distress.”

“Thank you so much!” smiled Elizabeth as she covered herself with the jacket. It was just long enough to cover her pubic area.

When Elizabeth found Marie, she found her wearing a few newspapers taped together and nothing else.

“I am not taking the bus back like this,” frowned Marie. “We’re going to have to walk back.”

The girls began to make their way back to Marie’s house. As Elizabeth walked, the jacket bobbed so that she was exposing herself with every step. Still, she was glad she had it. Marie was struggling to keep the newspapers together.

They made their way without too much incident. Most people didn’t even notice, and those that did just figured the girls had too much to drink at Bay to Breakers. It was San Francisco after all. They were only a few blocks away when Elizabeth felt a tug on her jacket. She could feel the jacket begin to separate. Soon it was just strips of fabric, barely covering her at all.

“Oh my god, what just happened?” cried a shocked Elizabeth, clutching the strips of fabric to her bare chest.

“I don’t know,” replied Marie, clutching at her newspapers. “I guess it was an old jacket and just fell apart. We have only a few blocks to go. Maybe we should just make a naked run for it?”

Elizabeth looked at the pieces of fabric in her hand. They were not protecting her modesty at all. At least if she just ran naked, she would get home faster and end the humiliation sooner.

“Okay, on the count of three. One….two…..three!”

The two girls took off racing, completely naked as they had done at Bay to Breakers. Only now, they weren’t protected by the other runners. They passed by a homeless man who couldn’t believe his eyes, and a young delivery boy who nearly dropped his order of Chinese food as he watched the two girls streak past. Elizabeth was humiliated of course, but a piece of her was also a bit aroused at the thought of running naked through the streets of San Francisco and shocking people who had probably seen everything in this town!

They finally got to Marie’s house safe and sound, gasping for breath and rummaging for clothes to wear. Elizabeth was putting on some pants when she heard Marie howling in laughter.

“I got you good this time Elizabeth!”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I set this whole thing up. The lost bag. The jacket falling apart. The streak. I had to get you back!”

“What?1?!?”

“I had my friends Tony and Kai help me. Tony was the fairy that distracted you while Kai took your bags. Kai was the guy that gave you the jacket. It’s a jacket I rigged to fall apart when I tugged on it. You should have seen your face when that jacket fell apart!” shrieked Marie in a fit of laughter.

Elizabeth was furious. “You mean I ran naked through the streets humiliated because of a prank?!?!”

“Did you enjoy it?”

Elizabeth stopped for a second and thought back at the way the cool air felt on her naked skin, how the delivery boy looked at her with astonishment as she ran by him completely naked, how the humiliation of having to run without clothes turned her on. The thought of it was starting to arouse her once again. Perhaps Marie had done her a favor.

"But you only had newspapers to wear. Why did you lose your clothes too?" asked Elizabeth.

"Well I didn't want you to have all the fun," smiled Marie mischievously.

“You know me too well,” said Elizabeth as she shook her head and smiled.

“Well, you really got to experience a once-in-a-lifetime experience! Hope you enjoyed your trip to San Francisco,” smiled Marie.

“I did,” replied Elizabeth. “I most certainly did.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Elizabeth returned to college that fall, more confident than ever. She enjoyed that Marie was becoming a kindred spirit and a confidante in her nude adventures. Elizabeth felt more sure of herself, and less doubt that her nudity should be suppressed. If anything, her nudity was giving her more opportunities and making her a better person.

Elizabeth was excited about the sociology class she was taking that fall. It was a very popular class among students and Elizabeth had long been interested in social norms and why societies behave like they do. She was particularly interested in how nudity had become such a taboo in most cultures.

As she settled into the packed lecture hall, Elizabeth saw a young, dynamic professor full of confidence at the front of the room.

“I’m Professor Warner. Welcome to Sociology 235,” he began. “You’ll find this class may be a bit different than your other classes. It is unconventional, because what we study here is the unconventional.”

The professor directed his gaze at Elizabeth. She smiled faintly. He would not avert his gaze. He stared at her, slowly walking toward her and Elizabeth began to squirm at the uncomfortable feeling of his staring at her.

“In this classroom, you fill find me and your colleagues pushing the bounds of social norms,” he continued until his face was mere inches from Elizabeth. He was a handsome man, with an attractive musk about him, but Elizabeth was still very uncomfortable at having him so close to her. Was he crazy? Had she done something wrong?

“What is your name, young lady?”

“Er….Elizabeth….”

“Do you feel uncomfortable right now?

“Yes.”

“Am I invading your personal space?”

“I suppose so.”

“This is what I am talking about,” announced the professor as he turned back to the class. “Why are we so uncomfortable when a stranger stares at us for a length of time? Why do we squirm when they invade our personal space? There are reasons for some of our social norms – while others have been institutionalized from long ago based on superstition or policies that have no application today. We will pick apart these social norms, challenge them, then try to re-construct them.”

He smiled back at Elizabeth, “Thank you for being our guinea pig on the first day Elizabeth. I am sorry to have invaded your personal space.”

“In this classroom, you will all be allowed, encouraged, and even required to reject a social norm. I want you all to feel as if this is a ‘social norm-free zone.’ If there is a social norm you feel is outdated or obsolete, feel free to leave that social norm at the door. I only ask that you follow the Golden Rule – ‘do not unto others as they would do unto you.’ In other words, just don’t be a jerk!”

Just then, Elizabeth heard a loud fart from a few rows back. The classroom erupted in laughter.

“Yes, that’s just what I mean,” smiled Professor Warner. “Crude, but effective I suppose.”

After a full lecture, Elizabeth left the classroom excited about the prospect of learning more about social norms. And it might be fun rejecting a social norm or two. Maybe she would walk backwards, or give everyone she met a kiss on the cheek, or maybe even act like a child for class. She was looking forward to her “social norm-free zone.”

Later that night, Elizabeth grabbed her sociology readings and her laundry and went down to the apartment laundry room. After putting her colored clothes in the wash, she began her readings. It was a challenging, academic reading, but interesting nonetheless.

Elizabeth moved her colored clothes to the dryer and began putting her whites in the wash. She began to think more about social norms and how silly and even inconvenient some of them were. For example, she needed to wash the clothes she was wearing. But since it was taboo to be naked, she couldn’t just put the clothes she was wearing in the wash and sit there stark naked.

Or could she?

All this talk of breaking social norms was making Elizabeth even more confident about public nudity. Nudity was a social norm - and a silly one at that. Why couldn’t she just be naked?

“Back to the real world,” thought Elizabeth. While breaking social norms was fine in the friendly confines of her professor’s “social norm-free zone”, nudity still had ramifications in the real world. People didn’t tolerate nudity.

Still, who would find out? It was late. No one was around. And even if someone walked in, maybe this would be a good time to see if Elizabeth really was up for breaking social norms.

Elizabeth looked down at the pile of crumpled whites in the washing machine. She slowly pulled off the dirty t-shirt she was wearing and threw it on the pile. She slid off her sweat pants and tossed them in as well. It was taboo for a woman to be in just her bra and underwear in public. Maybe she should only go this far.

Elizabeth closed the lid and turned on the washing machine. She felt very conflicted. Her stomach was twisting in knots.

“Oh what the hell,” she thought as she unclasped the bra, slid off her panties, and tossed them in the washing machine. She chuckled to herself and ran her hands across her naked body. It felt great to be naked once again.

She settled back into her seat and resumed her reading, smug with the satisfaction of being such a social norm rebel. She was halfway through the next chapter when the door swung open and a handsome young man walked through the door with a load of laundry.

“Shit,” muttered Elizabeth as she did her best to use her sociology book to cover herself.

The guy looked over at her and did a double take. Elizabeth tried to bury herself in her reading. She was now humiliated and furious with herself that she had allowed herself to be so reckless again. The guy tried to play it cool and went to the opposite end of the room to do his laundry.

Elizabeth hoped her load would soon be done so she could get her clothes back and get out of there. She tried to regain her composure and get back to her reading, hoping to take her mind off her humiliation. After reading another paragraph on social norms, Elizabeth got back to thinking about how she was breaking social norms. And what was so wrong about that? The guy obviously didn’t mind too much. In fact, he probably enjoyed it. He wasn’t going to call the cops or anything. The only downside was the humiliation Elizabeth was suffering, and that was all self-inflicted. Why should she be humiliated? She had a fantastic body. Why not enjoy the experience.

She put the book down and took a deep breath. She got up and walked over towards the guy. She grazed her fingers against her naked hips and acted as casually as she could. She pretended to read the bulletin board, but she could feel his gaze staring at her naked body. It was arousing her immensely.

“Do you always do your laundry like this?” he finally asked.

“No,” smiled Elizabeth. “Just thought I’d clean everything today.”

“Wow, no one is ever going to believe me when I tell them about this,” laughed the guy as he shook his head.

Elizabeth walked back to her side of the room and poked her head out the door. It was dark outside, but the apartment complex parking lot provided light. Elizabeth decided to see how far she was willing to break social norms. She walked up a path towards the front of the apartment complex, making sure to stay close to the wall, in the shadows. Her heart was now beating a mile a minute.

She stood with her back against the brick wall of the building and the feeling of cold brick against her bare skin gave her goosebumps. It was late on a weeknight, so the street was empty. Elizabeth spotted a street light shimmering just in front of the complex. She took a deep breath and ran towards the halo of light. She was standing in what looked like a spotlight, just for her - the naked girl. After just a second or two, she quickly dashed back to the shadows.

The feeling of excitement was so arousing at this point, Elizabeth began pinching her nipples and rubbing her body. She began to masturbate. It was not enough. She had to be back in the spotlight.

She looked around to see if any cars were coming. There was nary a sound. She ran back to the streetlight and stood with her back against the cold metal pole, thrusting her fingers inside herself. The orgasmic feeling was making her knees weak, so she slid down until she was sitting bare-assed on the cold ground, working her fingers in and out. She could not believe she was being so bold. She looked up at the bright light of the streetlight, and she imagined herself back on stage at the play she had performed in, masturbating for the audience. She quickly climaxed in an intense orgasm.

Elizabeth regained her senses and began to walk back towards the laundry room. She had certainly pushed some social norms tonight! She walked in the door just in time to see the handsome young guy pulling his pants back up.

“Oh my god,” he stammered as he zipped up and ran out of the room in embarrassment.

Elizabeth laughed at catching the guy pleasuring himself, presumably to the thought of her naked body. Seeing her clothes were done, she quickly gathered them up, dressed, and walked back to her apartment.

She was beginning to like being “social norm-free.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Elizabeth pumped her legs on the stationary bike, humming along to her Ipod and flipping through her sociology reading. The dull light of the student recreation center flickered as Elizabeth finished her workout. After working up a good sweat, she went down the hallway to re-hydrate with some water.

It was a Friday night, a night usually reserved for parties and going out, but Elizabeth was behind in her studies and needed to catch up on her schoolwork and her physical work out. So she had decided to kill two birds with one stone, even if it meant sacrificing a Friday night.

Elizabeth went to the vending machine and purchased a bottle of water. The center would be closing in half an hour. Elizabeth decided it was probably time for her to wrap up and head home. She cooled down with some water and mopped sweat off her brow. That workout had really made her sweat! Her sports bra felt so sticky and her t-shirt clung to her wet skin. She would have felt much more comfortable being naked.

Elizabeth giggled. By this point, she knew that any time she even thought about getting naked in public, it was going to happen. Why even fight it?

Being a weekend night, the recreation center was quite empty. There was one student working the front desk. She had seen two guys in the weight room. One girl on a treadmill. That was about it.

Elizabeth pulled the sticky t-shirt off. She was still in her sports bra, certainly not a shocking sight in a gym. She decided she was going to have some fun. She took her bottle of water and poured some of the cold liquid onto her chest. The cold startled her and her nipples became so hard they stuck out visibly through the sports bra.

Elizabeth walked back down the hallway and into the weight room where the two weightlifters were taking a break.

“Excuse me,” she asked innocently. “Do you know where I could find some towels?”

She smiled as the two weightlifters quickly fixated on her near-visible nipples.

“Uh, yea. They’re over there,” pointed one of the weightlifters, hardly taking his eyes off her chest.

“Thanks,” smiled Elizabeth as she walked over and grabbed a towel.

As Elizabeth walked back into the hallway, her body shivered with delight at the attention she had garnered. But simply showing off her body wasn’t enough. She wanted to be naked.

She went back into the stationary bike room, which was completely deserted. Elizabeth hardly hesitated as she pulled the sports bra off over her head. She teased her nipples, still hard from before. Her hand slipped down her pants and she began to stroke her soft mound. She was growing more and more aroused.

With one motion, Elizabeth slipped her sweatpants and panties down, leaving her completely naked. She stepped out of her shoes and stood in the stationary bike room nude. She twisted her nipples even more.

Elizabeth sat down onto one of the bikes and began to pedal. As she pedaled, her clit would brush against the seat of the bike, giving her a tingle. She began to pedal faster and faster, the tingling building up and up into a warm feeling spreading across her body. Sweat began pouring down her face. Elizabeth began to furiously massage her own breasts, the sweat lubricating her body. This was quite a workout!

Just then the door opened, and the girl from the treadmill looked up to see a naked girl having an orgasm on the stationary bike!

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she turned and ran, horrified.

Elizabeth didn’t care. She was close to climaxing. She jumped off the bike and grabbed the water bottle. She needed it inside her. She lay on the ground of the gym with her legs spread, thrusting the water bottle in and out. The feeling was enormous. She raised her legs into the air, imagining both weightlifters were pumping her right there on the gym floor. She orgasmed.

“Ohhhhhh fuck!” she squealed in delight.

Elizabeth sighed in contentment as she opened her eyes to see the pimply-faced freshman who sat at the front desk.

“Uh, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You can’t be naked in here,” he mumbled meekly.

“No problem,” smiled Elizabeth confidently as she stood back up, naked before him. “I think I’m done here.”

“Uh, and could you wipe down the seat?” he asked.


Elizabeth was in good spirits when she walked into Sociology class on Monday morning. She was caught up on all her readings, and she was still living off the high from her Friday night exposure. Plus, she was really starting to like her sociology class and looked forward to each lecture.

That day, the professor had given the students the assignment of breaking one social norm for class. Elizabeth looked around and saw a few students in pajamas. That really wasn’t extraordinary for college. One student was walking backwards – Elizabeth had considered doing that but it just seemed silly. Elizabeth had considered perhaps giving everyone she met a kiss on the cheek – but she saw a girl already doing that. Elizabeth racked her brain to think of something else she could do that was not socially acceptable.

“Let’s begin class,” announced Professor Warner. Elizabeth was developing a mad crush on him. Not only was he dashingly handsome, but he clearly commanded the material well and had a great intellect.

“I see some of you are already exploring the boundaries of social acceptability,” he continued. “That is wonderful. By the end of class, I want each of you to have violated some social norm, then your assignment will be to write about it.”

Just then a male student farted.

“Yes,” continued the Professor as the class erupted in laughter. “I should have expected that once again. Well that will give you something to write about.”

He turned and looked at Elizabeth.

“Others of you should explore your social boundaries so you have something to write about as well.”

Elizabeth melted as he smiled. Now the pressure was on. She couldn’t let him down. She had to think of something extraordinary to write about!

He began his lecture and Elizabeth tried to brainstorm things she could do to push social boundaries. Walk on her hands? No, that was stupid and she didn’t even know how. Stand on her desk? For a whole hour? Nothing good was coming to mind.

An hour quickly passed and soon it was time for a break before class resumed. Elizabeth rushed to the restroom to splash some water on her face and try to come up with a way to push social boundaries.

She turned on the spigot, only to have water splash all over her.

“Darn faucet!” she thought as she grabbed a paper towel and tried to dry off her wet blouse. She looked at herself in the mirror with the semi-soaked blouse and thought back to her experience at the recreation center. She had loved it when those weightlifters had been transfixed on her hard nipples. Elizabeth quickly removed her bra from underneath her blouse. The blouse was not that tight, so you could hardly see her nipples, even though the blouse was wet. Would this be enough for the assignment?

Elizabeth walked back to the lecture hall, hoping to garner some attention. Unfortunately, it seemed all the other students were too fixated on their own assignments to notice her. She looked down at her chest and the blouse had already dried quite a bit. Elizabeth didn’t seem to be pushing any social boundaries at all.

“Alright, let’s resume where we left off,” continued Professor Warner. “I do hope you’ve all had a chance to violate a social norm during class.”

Elizabeth was now panicking a bit. She really wanted to impress Professor Warner, and her stupid attempt to have a wet t-shirt contest during class had failed. She thought again about the recreation center. Her body became flush when she thought about her erotic ride on the stationary bike. Thinking about her sweaty naked body in public like that was getting her hot. She loosened a button on her blouse. Wait…could she dare….in class?

She undid the next button. Her skin was on fire. She unbuttoned a third button. Her blouse was now open past her breasts. Her breathing quickened. She quickly undid the next two buttons. Still, no one had noticed, but her blouse was now nearly open. She undid the last button, leaving a thin strip of bare flesh up her chest.

She had gone this far, could she go farther? Would Professor Warner be impressed? Or mortified? How would her classmates react?

Elizabeth slipped off her shoes. She took a deep breath. Still, no one was noticing her striptease. She unbuttoned her jeans. Oh god, she wasn’t really going to go through with this was she?

She looked across the room and noticed one guy had taken attention of her stripping and looked to be in disbelief. Elizabeth thought about the pimply-faced freshman at the recreation center. Elizabeth had enjoyed giving him a show. It was showtime again.

Elizabeth slipped her thumbs into her underpants, and in one motion slid her jeans and panties past her knees and to the ground. This began to attract attention from surrounding classmates and soon most of the lecture hall was staring at a half-naked Elizabeth. The seat was now cold on her bare bottom and the air conditioning of the lecture hall gave her goosebumps up and down her naked flesh. She slid the open blouse off her shoulders and tossed all of her clothes into her backpack.

The class began to stir with a few students gasping in utter amazement. Elizabeth heard “oh my god” and even “what a sl*t.” This was a terrible idea. The professor had meant violating stupid little norms like farting. Not full frontal nudity.

Professor Warner turned to see what all the fuss was about and looked quite surprised when he saw a bare naked student sitting in his lecture hall.

“Well, um…..this….is a first,” he mumbled, trying to regain his composure.

Elizabeth was now mortified, and the silky white bare flesh of her naked body was now in stark contrast to the bright red embarrassment of her face.

“What is your name, young lady?” asked the Professor.

“Elizabeth.”

“Yes, well Elizabeth,” he continued turning to the class, “has bravely demonstrated one of the sillier social norms we practice every day – the wearing of clothes.”

“You see,” he continued, “On days like this, when it is unseasonably hot outside, I still feel the need to wear this stuffy tweed jacket, this ugly tie, and these out-of-date trousers. Wouldn’t we all be more comfortable wearing – well, whatever we wear in the comfort of our own homes? Or even nothing at all?”

The class murmured a bit and Elizabeth began to feel better about her nudity.

“Elizabeth has truly violated a social norm today,” he smiled. “The rest of you may have done something silly, but what she did was truly provocative, daring, and thought-provoking. I look forward to reading your essay Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth smiled and sat back up in her chair, confident in her nudity. Just then a male student stood up, removed his shirt, shorts and underpants to the applause of the entire lecture hall.

“Eh, yes. It appears you have inspired others Elizabeth,” laughed the professor.

Elizabeth sat naked in class for the remainder of the hour, enjoying every second of Professor Warner glancing every now and then at her naked body. Having him see her this way was turning her on, let alone the fact that everyone could see her this way. She so wished she could just masturbate right there and then. Now that would be violating a social norm!

Class ended much too quickly, and Elizabeth began to dress. Professor Warner quickly approached her.

“I just wanted to say thank you for taking such a bold move. I was having trouble illustrating exactly what I meant with social norms, but you gave us a perfect example. I applaud your courage.”

He blushed. He was so cute when he blushed!

“I really do look forward to your paper. You have a tremendous amount of talent. And I hope you get the chance to show off your talents in this class. Er….so to speak.”

Elizabeth laughed at his slip of the tongue. She was going to take every opportunity to show her talents.

Hey Karl, where is this pic from?

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Great story Karl, and I was happily surprised to see you used a couple of the pics I posted a while back. Glad they could be used in the series. Keep up the good work.

But seeing those pics got me thinking. I wonder if you write a story based on a picture or do you write the story then find a pic? I also wonder if there is a thread where we can post a pic and have people write a story about it?

I wrote many of the chapters first, but there is no doubt that some of the pics have inspired stories.

Your idea is actually a terrific one! Maybe start a thread and let's see who can come up with some good stories!

keep up the good work Karl, would also like to see some more!

Chapter Thirty-Six

Elizabeth sat looking glumly at her blank computer screen. Why was it that for one of her most important assignments, she was her least creative?

“What are you doing writing a paper on a Friday night?” asked Marie as she popped her head in the room.

“I’ve been trying to keep up with my sociology class, but I just can’t come up with anything for this new assignment. I’ve got total writer’s block!”

“Well I know a way to get the creative juices going,” laughed Marie as she handed Elizabeth a bottle of tequila.

“Oh, I know I am going to regret this. But I’m not getting anything done here, so let’s do a shot.”

After a round of shots, and then another, and yet another, Elizabeth and Marie were giggling as Elizabeth told Marie about her crush on Professor Warner.

“And he got so beet red when he talked to me – it was so cute!” laughed Elizabeth.

“We need to find you someone more your age. Come on!” said Marie as she jumped up. “Let’s head out to the bar.”

“Ugh, I’m not going to some meat market. I don’t want some dirtbag grinding on me all night,” groaned Elizabeth.

“Fine, fine, let’s go to that hole-in-the-wall up the street. No one will be there – it will be just you and me and the bottle makes three!”

The girls made their way to “McGuff’s”, a local hangout off the beaten path for most college coeds. They walked in to find a few locals sitting at the bar and a few stragglers seated here and there, but certainly no one college-aged. Marie headed straight for the jukebox and put on some Johnny Cash while Elizabeth ordered a round of drinks.

“So now that you’ve had a few drinks, you can think more creatively about your assignment. What do you have to do?” asked Marie.

Elizabeth giggled, “I have to break a social norm outside of class, and write about it.” She downed another shot. “I bracked my rain. I mean, I racked my brain trying to think of everything.”

“Why don’t you just do what you did in class?” asked Marie.

“What, get naked?” laughed Elizabeth. “Yea, I think he meant break a social norm without getting arrested.”

“I keep telling you, public nudity is not illegal for women! Technically we’re not exposing our genitals! Besides, if any cop hassles you, just tell him it’s for class. This town is pretty cool about that kind of stuff, being a college-town and all.”

Elizabeth laughed even harder. “Yea, I can just see myself walking naked right down Main Street. Woo-hoo! Lady Godiva coming through!”

“Why not! Half of the town has already seen you naked,” teased Marie. She tapped the gruff-looking trucker seated at the table next to them. “Excuse me sir?”

“Yea?”

“Have you seen my friend naked yet?” asked Marie, pointing to Elizabeth.

“Excuse me?”

“My friend, she’s like naked all the time. Half the town has seen her naked. Have you?”

“Lady, you’ve had too much to drink.”

Marie laughed hysterically. “Go ahead Elizabeth, show him what you’ve got!”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

“Oh, don’t get all prude on me now Elizabeth! Here, I’ll show you how its done!”

And with that, Marie whipped off her top.

Elizabeth giggled. “Marie, stop that. You’ll get us kicked out of here!”

Marie tapped her trucker again. “Excuse me, would you kick out a naked lady from this bar?”

The trucker laughed when he noticed Marie was in just a bra. “No ma’am I would not and I would kick the crap out of anyone that did!”

“See Elizabeth! We have protection!”

And with that Marie undid her bra.

Soon the entire bar was taking notice of Marie’s stripping and were cheering her on. It was Marie who was enjoying the intoxicating allure of public nudity! Marie stood on her bench and began slowly unbuttoning her jeans to the cheers of the crowd. She pulled them off with a flourish as the small crowd erupted in applause. Marie winked at Elizabeth as she pulled her panties off and threw them to the trucker.

Elizabeth was now doubled over in laughter. She did find herself a bit jealous at the attention Marie was getting. She couldn’t let her have all the fun could she?

Elizabeth quickly stood up on her bench and began a striptease of her own. By now, she was pretty drunk and having trouble pulling her shirt over her head. But the chanting of the crowd and the feeling of air on her bare skin was fueling her.

The entire night became one big blur of nudity, shots and bikers.

Elizabeth awoke the next morning in her bed still naked. She looked over and was surprised to see Marie in bed with her – also naked. Marie opened her eyes.

“What happened last night?” asked Elizabeth.

“As far as I can remember, we got naked on the bar, danced naked with a few truckers, had our clothes stolen by one of them, and we streaked back here,” replied Marie.

“Did we…..um..”

“What? No! Why, did you want to?” laughed Marie.

“No. I was just wondering why were in the same bed.”

“You were begging me to sleep in your bed!”

“I was?”

“Elizabeth, no more tequila for you!” laughed Marie as she jumped out of bed.




That afternoon, Elizabeth was back to staring at her blank computer screen.

“Don’t you have to do something first before you can write about it?” asked Marie as she popped her head in the room.

“Yes, but I wanted to plan it all out on paper before I went through with it,” replied Elizabeth.

“Well that doesn’t sound like the girl that spontaneously danced naked on a bar last night,” chuckled Marie. “Have you thought about the idea we talked about last night?”

“What idea?”

“Like you said yourself, walking naked down Main Street,” replied Marie.

“What?! No way!”

“Come on!” pleaded Marie. “We talked about it last night. You won’t get arrested, and people will just shrug it off as some silly student stunt. It will be perfect! Plus, I can use you as the subject for my photography series.”

“What photography series is that? Women doing stupid things?” mocked Elizabeth.

“No silly. I’m doing a series showing things out of place. What is more out of place than a naked woman in public? Come on, we can both get our assignments done and I know how much you really want to get naked in public again. You just won’t let yourself have fun!”

Elizabeth sighed and smiled. She knew Marie was right. Deep down she really did want to do this. And this assignment gave her a convenient excuse. She needed to take every opportunity she could to “show off her talents.”

The two girls walked over to Main Street. Elizabeth was wearing a flimsy sun dress and nothing else. Marie sat down to prepare her camera. It was a Sunday evening, so there were few cars around and fewer pedestrians. Still, it was still daylight and some stores were still open.

“I’m not sure I can do this. Being naked when I’m drunk in a bar is one thing. I’m stone cold sober now.”

“Damn. I knew I should have brought the tequila,” joked Marie. “Relax. You’ve done this a thousand times already. This is going to be the greatest experience of your life. Just remember to soak it in and enjoy it. And make sure to remember every detail so you can write about it!”

Elizabeth took in a deep breath. She had done this several times before but it still made her nervous every time she exposed herself in public. This was certainly the most daring stunt she had ever done though. She would be walking completely naked in a very public place in broad daylight with no cover. The sheer danger of it was both terrifying and arousing. Her body became warm. She began to unbutton the dress. Marie began to snap pictures.

Elizabeth looked around as she clung the open dress to her body. There were a few pedestrians in the distance. The drug store two blocks down was still open. An apartment complex was across the street. Anyone looking out the window would see her.

“You can do this Elizabeth. You’re the bravest soul I’ve ever met,” smiled Marie.

Elizabeth smiled at Marie and let the dress fall to her feet. She stepped out of it and tossed it to Marie. A chill ran up her spine. She was completely naked in public. She took a moment to soak in the moment.

The soft wind glanced across her bare skin. Elizabeth could see tiny goosebumps on her bare arm. A nervous pit in her stomach loosened and a wave of arousal hit her body. She was really naked in public in broad daylight! This was a far cry from that first night when she had skinny dipped in her parents backyard.
Elizabeth began to slowly walk up the street, stopping to nonchalantly peruse the flyers posted on the wall.

The warm evening air felt delightful on her skin. She behaved as if she was fully clothed, as if being naked were perfectly normal. She stopped at the corner and picked up the local student paper to read it. Marie was furiously snapping pictures.

Just then a car pulled up to the corner. Elizabeth’s heart began to beat faster. Oh god, here is someone that was seeing her naked in public.

“Just play it cool,” said Marie.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and waved at the car. The driver gave her a toot on the horn and drove off. So far so good.

Elizabeth crossed the street and made her way down the next block. She stopped to peer into a furniture store that had closed for the day. Oh the show they were missing! Then she approached the drug store. It was still open and appeared to have a few customers inside. Elizabeth wanted to duck past so they could not see her. Marie noticed her trying to hide from the view of those inside the drug store.

“Oh no you don’t!” she chided. “The whole point of this exercise is to break a social norm. You can’t gauge people’s reactions by hiding from them.”

“Oh come on,” pleaded Elizabeth as she ducked underneath the window. “There’s like three or four people in there plus a guy behind the counter! I can’t just walk by naked!”

“Of course you can! Just walk tall and smile. They probably won’t even notice.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes and tried to regain her composure. She knew in a stunt this public she would have to expose herself to other people. But she was starting to lose her nerve.

“Elizabeth, do I have to show you how its done?” mocked Marie. And with that she pulled off her tank top, exposing her bare breasts. “Now come on, let’s proudly walk past the corner drug store!”

Elizabeth had to chuckle at Marie. She always knew just how to push Elizabeth’s buttons. And Elizabeth appreciated that Marie was willing to share the risk. She was a true friend.

With that, Elizabeth stood up, peered through the window of the drug store, took a deep breath, and began to walk.

“That’s great, I’m getting some good shots!” laughed a topless Marie as she snapped photos of Elizabeth walking naked past the drug store. It was quite a sight to see a bare naked woman walking with a topless woman photographing her. It was enough to get the attention of the young man behind the counter. Elizabeth caught his reaction in the corner of her eye. He looked like he was seeing a ghost. She turned to him and blew him a kiss. He just shook his head. Elizabeth giggled and began to run.

“Let’s get out of here! I think we’ve shocked enough bystanders!”

Marie pulled on her top and tossed Elizabeth her clothes. Elizabeth had to bend down to pick them up and when she stood back up to put her clothes on, she ran smack dab into someone.

“I’m terribly sorry…errr….you don’t have any clothes on,” said the man as Elizabeth stumbled to regain her composure. She looked up and realized to her horror that she had just run into Professor Warner.

“I…um….Professor….I….I gotta go,” mumbled a humiliated Elizabeth as she collected her clothing and ran off.

“Elizabeth, wait!” called the professor behind her, but Elizabeth had already turned the corner and was running as fast as her legs could take her. She dashed into an alley and quickly dressed, taking a moment to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe Professor Warner had caught her naked in public! What would he think at her stupid stunt?

Then Elizabeth realized how silly she was being. She was doing this stunt for HIS class. He of all people would understand. Still, Elizabeth was a bit embarrassed he had caught her like that. Even though he had already seen her naked, she hadn’t prepared herself for the possibility he would see her again. But part of her was quite aroused such a handsome man had once again seen her naked. And in public no less. Elizabeth began to rub herself.

She thought of the people in the drug store, admiring her naked body as she walked by. The feeling of the evening on her air had been exhilarating. Elizabeth soon pulled the dress back off her body as her fingers began to dance over her skin. She imagined Professor Warner having his way with her naked body, right there in front of the crowd at the drug store. Her fingers plunged deeper and deeper.

She was startled by the voice of a homeless guy ambling in her direction.

“You got any change….whoa! You’re naked!”

Elizabeth came to her senses and pulled the dress over her head. She ran as fast as she could back home, juices still running down her leg.

When she got back to the apartment, she found Marie going over the photos.

“Hey, I wonder what happened to you,” said Marie. “You took off pretty quickly when you ran into that guy!”

“That guy was my Professor!” exclaimed Elizabeth. “I panicked when I saw him.”

“Well I think we got some really great shots,” smiled Marie. “Take a look.”

Elizabeth examined the photograph of a beautiful naked woman walking in the sun past a drug store. Her bare skin shone in the dusk. Her smile was radiant. It was clear how much she enjoyed being naked in public.

“That’s an amazing photo Marie,” sighed Elizabeth. “You did a great job.”

No, you did a great job,” smiled Marie.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Elizabeth walked in silent dread to Sociology class the next Monday. Even though Professor Warner had wanted his students to push social boundaries, she still felt embarrassed having to explain her public nudity stunt to him. And he had once again seen her naked! Elizabeth winced as she recalled running into him while streaking.

Elizabeth slumped down in her seat, hoping she would somehow turn invisible. The class filed in and Professor Warner made his entrance, barely even glancing at Elizabeth.

“I’ll take your papers on your assignment for the weekend,” announced Professor Warner as the students passed their papers to the front. As he began his lecture, Elizabeth began to feel a bit more reassured. Maybe it was no big deal?

It was an interesting lecture and before Elizabeth knew it, class was over. As the bell rung and students began to file out, Professor Warner stopped Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth, do you have a minute to walk with me to my office? I need to have a conversation with you.”

Elizabeth gulped in horror. “Sure,” she smiled weakly.

She followed the professor out of the lecture hall and down the hallway towards his office. She felt like she was walking to the principal’s office to be punished for a prank gone wrong. A nervous pit formed in her stomach.

“I wanted to comment on what I can only guess was your assignment,” he began. “And I am talking about your…nude walk…last weekend.”

Elizabeth began to panic. Her recklessness had once again caught up with her.

“Ah, here’s my office. Please step in for a moment,” instructed Professor Warner.

“Seeing you push social boundaries like that was quite a surprise to say the least,” he continued. “I mean it was one thing for you to be nude in class, but out in public….”

Elizabeth winced.

“It was…well, brilliant!” smiled the professor.

Elizabeth was confused.

“I think you’re one of the few students that really understands what I am getting at with these assignments,” continued Professor Warner. “And I already know you’re one of my better students.”

“You actually liked my assignment?” asked Elizabeth.

“Yes, yes, I think it really got the core of your being and you pushed yourself to new boundaries. Am I right?”

Elizabeth nodded. She recounted how exciting it had been and how nervous she had been beforehand.

“Good. Well that’s what I was hoping students got out of the assignment,” he smiled.

“Well thank you,” Elizabeth smiled, relieved she was not being reprimanded. “Is that all though? You just wanted to compliment me on my assignment?”

“Well no, I did have an ulterior motive,” he smiled as he pulled out a manila folder from his file cabinet. “You see, I have begun the groundwork for a sociological study on the attitudes of society towards public nudity. Its precisely what you’ve done with your assignment. I was wondering if I could incorporate your findings into the study. I would credit you of course.”

Elizabeth was stunned. Her nude adventure would be part of an academic study?

“I could also use a research assistant. I have applied for the grant to fund the project. I hope to have two or three test subjects willing to go naked in public while my assistant and I gauge people’s reactions and make our assessments. If you’re willing to be part of the project I think you could both lend a unique perspective and make a major contribution to the research. What do you say?”

Elizabeth was so surprised, she could barely mumble the word “yes.”

“Great,” laughed Professor Warner. “I’ll get the paperwork done for the grant money, then we can begin. I’ll have you do some literature review and I’ll arrange for the test subjects. I hope to get started in a few weeks. I am glad to have you on board Elizabeth. I think you’ll find this to be stimulating research.”

Elizabeth exited his office still amused that her streak would be part of an academic research paper. She chuckled to herself. If only Professor Warner knew the extent of her naked adventures!



Elizabeth’s eyes glazed over as she browed through academic articles on her laptop. Professor Warner had asked her to do a literature review for background information for the research they were doing, but Elizabeth was finding it difficult to find many papers on point. She needed to take a break.

She was really starting to enjoy exercising as a way of clearing her mind, so she donned her jogging shorts and her sports bra, slipped on her running shoes and began her run.

Elizabeth panted as her feet hit the pavement with each stride. The crisp fall air made her lungs ache, but felt wonderful against her glistening skin. Elizabeth turned the corner and made her way down Main Street.

She smiled as she recounted the nude walk she had performed on that very street the prior evening. She wondered if anyone that had seen her that night was again looking at her this night. She began to feel very self-conscious. She noticed her nipples were protruding through her sports bra, now damp with sweat.

Elizabeth stopped to catch her breath. Her blood was pumping furiously, reminding her of how her blood had been pumping in nervous excitement on her nude walk. Elizabeth was now standing outside the drug store she had boldly walked past nude the night before. She decided to stop inside to get a bottle of water.

Elizabeth grabbed a water bottle and looked around the drug store. It was your typical 1950s era drug-store, upated a bit to reflect modern times. Elizabeth gasped as she looked behind the counter to see the same young man that caught a glimpse of her the previous evening. She wondered if he would recognize her. Only one way to find out.

Elizabeth confidently strode to the counter to pay for the water.

“That’ll be $1.95,” said the clerk, barely looking at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth, a bit disappointed she had not achieved celebrity status, paid for the water and exited the store.

The water was refreshing, and Elizabeth even poured a bit on her chest, to cool herself down. It reminded her of the time she had splashed water all over her chest at the gym, giving the weightlifters there an eyeful. She wanted to get that same reaction again from the clerk.

“I forgot some gum,” laughed Elizabeth as she marched back inside the drugstore to the counter. Her nipples were now clearly visible through the black lycra top, as Elizabeth’s moist breasts heaved under her heavy breathing.

“Seventy-nine cents,” said the clerk, again barely looking at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked at him puzzled. Was he blind? Homosexual?

“Uh…thanks,” she muttered as she walked off.

She stood back outside, disappointed she couldn’t elicit a reaction from the young man. People, it seemed to her, did not want to acknowledge each other anymore. Why, she could have been naked, and he would not have even noticed it! Elizabeth took the gum from its wrapper and popped it in her mouth. She would get him to acknowledge her.

“Could you throw this away for me?” she asked as she strode back to the counter. The clerk put out his hand to receive the wrapper, and glanced up for a second only to find a completely naked woman walking towards him.

“Holy shit! You’re naked!” he exclaimed.

“Me? Oh yea, I guess I am,” laughed Elizabeth nonchalantly. “I was getting hot after my run and I needed a way to cool off.”

“You’re that girl that walked by here naked last night! I thought I was hallucinating! Do you do that every night?”

“No,” smiled Elizabeth, loving the attention she was receiving. “It just felt like a good time to get naked. You don’t mind do you?”

“Not at all! In fact, you can be naked in here anytime you want!”

“Thanks,” replied Elizabeth. “I may just do some shopping here naked if you don’t mind.”

Elizabeth chuckled to herself as she browsed the shelves, pretending to shop when she was instead enjoying the clerk staring at her naked body. She even dropped a box of chapstick on purpose to bend over in front of him, exposing herself even more. The thought of him staring at her spread pussy greatly aroused her. Elizabeth licked her fingers and began playing with her clit.

Before long, her fingers were inside, probing and thrusting. Elizabeth rubbed her sweaty breasts, pulling on her nipples. She was bent over, completely naked, in this drugstore, masturbating in front of the clerk. Elizabeth was losing all inhibitions.

She quickly climaxed, collapsing in a heap on the ground. This was better than any “runner’s high” she had ever experienced.

“Well, its time I get going,” announced Elizabeth. “Thanks for being so sweet about this. Who knows, maybe I’ll make this a regular thing?”

“That would make me the happiest clerk in the world.”

Elizabeth walked back outside where her clothes were piled in a heap. She quickly dressed and resumed her run, her blood pumping harder than ever.

10 years later...what might Elizabeth be up to? please please please post more stories!