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!”
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