Chapter Eleven
The weather soon warmed and the season turned to spring, much to the delight of Elizabeth. Clothes could be much freer when the weather warmed.
Elizabeth had been developing a bad case of "senioritis", an apathy setting in due to her impending graduation. She longed to be out of high school, putting the snobby popular kids and that jerk Mark Walters behind her for good. In every boring class she attended, she found herself daydreaming. She imagined herself naked in class, sitting casually while the teacher droned on about the Industrial Revolution. She imagined herself running naked and free in the warm spring sun while onlookers gawked at her toned flesh. She imagined herself walking confidently down the hallway of her school, stripping off layer by layer of clothing, provoking disbelief and arousal out of her classmates until she was completely naked. These fantasies began to arouse her even more and got her thinking of more ways should be naked in public places.
One warm spring night, Elizabeth was having a particularly difficult time getting to sleep. After tossing and turning, she went downstairs for a glass of water. She was alarmed to find it was nearly 2 am on a Monday morning.
She gazed out the window at the warm spring night. The wind rustled trees in her front yard, but otherwise, the neighborhood was still and lifeless. Not a soul stirred.
Which meant no one would see Elizabeth if she were to say, stroll around the neighborhood completely naked, right? It was something she had imagined from time to time since her initial streak several months ago. But that had been in a panic, during hours when people were still up. This would be in the still of the night, with no one around. She could casually enjoy being naked. Or did she dare?
Elizabeth's erotic fantasies had been gnawing at her for too long for her not do to anything about it. She found it easy to slip out of her parents house without so much as a creak, and soon she was outdoors in the warm spring night. She did not want to undress near her house, for fear her parents might happen to be up and see her naked outside their window. So she strolled down the street, as a way of checking to make sure there was truly no one about.
She wandered around the neighborhood, and it truly was absent of any life. Everyone was sound asleep, oblivious to anyone on the street. It was almost like Elizabeth was the only person on earth. She made her way to the elementary school at the end of the street. She sat on the swings and assessed her surroundings. Still no one around. Was it time....to get naked?
She slipped out of her sandals and felt the cold grass on her feet. She loved the feeling of being barefoot on grass! Certain that no one was around, Elizabeth slipped her t-shirt over her head. A wave of ecstasy and excitement came over her. A nervous pit formed in her stomach and her skin felt like it was on fire. She unbuttoned her shorts and slowly slid them to the ground. Her heart was pounding at this point - it seems like it had been so long since she had gone on a real nude adventure!
She walked around, still in her bra and underpants, assessing the area. There was a tall grove of trees shielding her from nearby houses, but she was still very exposed to the street. She felt she could duck down if any cars passed by, but it was 2am, and that scenario was fairly unlikely. Confident now, she unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders. Her nipples felt wonderful in the warm spring air. She squeezed them a bit and bit her lip in anticipation. She slowly hooked her thumbs into the strings of her underpants and slid them down to the ground, leaving her totally exposed to the world. She stepped out of them and raised her arms, as if to say "here I am world, naked for you!"
She laughed to herself, nearly giddy with excitement now. She walked over to the jungle gym and swung from the monkey bars for a bit, completely naked. She got on the swing and frolicked nude as the day she was born. She walked over to the school and peeked inside a window. She could see little desks and a list of multiplication tables.
Not a single car passed by while Elizabeth enjoyed herself nude at the school. Feeling emboldened, she wanted to test the limits of her naked freedom. What would it be like if she just casually walked down the street naked, as she had done clothed a thousand times? What would that feel like? She had to find out!
She peeked down the street to make sure no cars were coming. All of the houses had their window lights off, so it looked like everyone was in bed.
"Here goes nothing," she thought as she made her way down the street.
The feeling was incredible. Elizabeth walked, chest out, confidently down the street completely naked. She put her hands on her hips and stopped for a minute to take in the moment. A cool breeze gently flowed over her, and when it went past her nipples and her wet pussy, she quietly moaned in delight.
She walked to the end of the street, her naked flesh barely lit by the crescent moon overhead. How far should she take this? She turned a corner and went down another street. It was amazing how dead suburbia could get in the dead of night. Here was this beautiful naked woman walking the streets, and no one raised a peep!
She turned another corner, as she planned to make a full square and make her way back to the school. Just as she turned the corner however, she saw some headlights in the distance.
"Oh shit!" she whispered to herself.
She ran to the nearest house and hid behind a large bush. Her breath was heavy and her heart was nearly pounding through the wall of her chest. Her pussy was nearly dripping as well as all her senses had become heightened in her scare. The car passed without incident and Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief.
"Freeze right there!"
Elizabeth turned to see an old man with a rifle pointed right at her. She was not even worried about the fact he could see her naked, she was petrified to have a gun pointed right at her face!
"Whatchoo doin' on my property?" asked the old man. He took a step forward, and suddenly he could see the shadowy figure crouched behind his bush.
"Jumpin' tarnations, you's a naked girl! I done thought you were a burglar or one of them rascal kids who slashed my tires. Jus what are you doin on my property?"
Elizabeth was nearly in shock mode at this point. The gun was still pointed at her, and she suddenly began to realize she was completely naked in front of this old man. She also began to realize she was trespassing and he could very well call the cops. What was her excuse? She wanted to cry.
"I....I don't know. I'm sorry," she stammered, barely able to choke the words out.
"You's a pretty girl. Stand up and let me take a look at ya."
"Excuse me?"
"Missy, I have a gun in my hands. At my age I don't want to 'accidentally' fire this thing. So stand up and let me take a look at you."
Elizabeth couldn't believe her ears. This pervert was going to have her put on a show? She had never been so humiliated. She slowly stood up, her young naked body shining in the moonlight.
"Nice. Very nice. Turn around."
Elizabeth slowly turned around, her head swimming in disbelief. She was certain one of many bad things would result - she would get arrested by the cops, this guy would report her to her parents, or worse yet, he was going to do bad things to her. She had to get out of this situation.
"Harold? Harold? What's going on out there?" shouted an old lady from inside the house.
"Nothing Margaret, go back to sleep, its just squirrels."
"Harold? Harold? What is it?"
"Squirrels, Margaret! Go back to sleep!"
As he turned to prevent Margaret from catching him outside with a naked girl, Elizabeth seized upon the moment to make a mad dash down the street. She ran faster than she'd ever ran before, far from Harold, far from Margaret, far from this neighborhood. Her legs burned from the running, and her feet ached from running on grass and pavement, but she continued to run all the way back to the school.
She collapsed at the pile of clothes near the brush in a naked heap and immediately began sobbing. That was certainly the most traumatic experience she had ever gone through and she trembled as she replayed it in her head. She thought about putting on her clothes and going home, but somehow being naked made her feel better. It was more natural, more comfortable.
She wiped away her tears and thought about what fun she was having until she had run into Harold. It had felt magnificent to walk the streets naked, and she wished she could do it every day, so long as she could avoid men like Harold. Then she thought about what it was like to feel so exposed to him, to feel so humiliated. In a way, it had actually been very arousing. In all her naked adventures, there was a part of her that wanted to get caught, that wanted to be humiliated. In her harrowing experience with Harold, she had gotten that opportunity, and while it was terrifying, it was also extremely arousing. She began playing with her clitoris as she spread her legs and she replayed the scene over and over again in her mind. Harold had gotten quite an eyeful, and it was her naked body that had provided his arousal. She quickly climaxed with one of the greatest orgasms she had ever had.
Elizabeth dressed and made her way back home, careful to avoid Harold's house at all costs. She snuck back in her parents house and crept into bed. She slept soundly that night, but she had learned a very valuable lesson. Although you want to avoid a gun in your face, sometimes being caught is extremely arousing.
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