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National Nude Daisy: Part 2
National Nude Daisy:
Part 2
A timid waitress
travels nude on the metro train.
Based on a post by
CupidStuntDotEXE.
Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
The train pulls in at the next station, and I'm forced to move
away from the door. I grab the handle as if my life depends on it,
and watch each face as it steps on. First, they gaze at me, then the
others, then they awkwardly find a place to stand.
I try to make room, and it's not as though I take up a lot of it,
but there isn't much to go around. The soft scratch of clothing as
people push past leaves a ghost of sensation on my skin. I remember
what it was like to have clothes on. I should have them on now. I
shuffle my bare feet inward, toes resting on toes. Last thing I need
is to be stomped on, especially likely considering the only handle
was the vertical bar in the middle of the section.
A warm hand brushes against mine and, looking up, I see a young
man in a cheap suit quickly averting his gaze.
"Sorry," he says, sliding his hand away.
I smile up at him and bite my lip. He's trying so hard not to
look. His neck is tense. His knuckles are white on the handle. I
glance toward Frankie, then Bella. Finally, I let my gaze settle on
Eliza. I could stand to be more like them. Flirty Frankie, is just
trying to have fun no matter the situation. Bella just doesn't give a
fuck at all, and Eliza? She's still engrossed in her phone.
How do I get that comfortable?
I look at my feet and shift positions. I can see people looking,
watching. Not just the three beauties, they're also looking at me.
Some are trying to hide it, looking away as my survey of the
situation threatens to catch them. Others don't even try to hide
their gaze. They stare at me, my body. Even as I muster my courage to
stare back, they just smirk and drink me in. Another stop.
More people climb on and claim what little space was left.
I'm pressed against the suited young man, between an older guy in
a tracksuit who practically forced his way next to me. Suit guy is
breathing heavily. Stealing glances. He shifts in place and rubs
against me. I shift and rub against him.
I miss the cool breeze, because it's getting really warm on this
train. All the people and no windows on this wonderful day. I feel
hot all over.
Tapping on the suited gent's arm, I get his attention and give him
permission to look at me.
"Would it be alright if I put my feet on yours?" I ask,
looking up more with my eyes than my head. "I'm scared of being
stepped on."
His mouth opens. Enough for half a breath, but no words. His head
drops and he sighs. Silently turning a shoe toward me.
"Thank you," I say, stepping onto him. Pressing myself
closer. I'm teasing him on purpose, and I wonder if he knows it. My
shallow breaths are shaking again. The tightness in my chest brings a
new warmth with it.
His hand brushes against my tit. It grazes my nipple as he pulls
it away. I feel his warmth linger on my body.
"Fuck, sorry," he says, blushing almost as much as I am.
"Don't worry," I say. "It was an accident."
I narrow my gaze and crease my brow. "Or was it?" I ask,
giggling after I pause long enough for him to stammer.
The cutest smile cracks his face, and he turns away to laugh.
"Had me worried," he says, giving me a flash of his
smiling face. He still can't quite look at me.
I thought I'd be vulnerable. Weak. Overlooked. But he's completely
under my spell.
Entranced.
I am powerful.
The train jolts, pushing everyone into everything. My balancing
act crumbles as I fall backwards. The grip on the central pole only
guiding my descent instead of stopping it. I squeak, expecting
gravity and a hard floor; instead, I feel a warm hand on my back, and
a strong arm pulling me close. My free hand grips the suited arm as
it steadies me.
I look up at him, and our eyes meet. They lock. They linger. His
hand is still on my back. Fingers spread wide as my muscles react,
arching my back, pressing me into him. I can hear my heartbeat, or is
it his? I can't tell, but I know mine is in my throat. My gaze flicks
to his lips as I lick mine, before I get lost again in the moment.
His hand slides over my skin as he pulls his arm away. Without
thinking, I tighten my grip on him.
He stops.
The world stops.
"Daisy," Eliza says.
"Hmm?" I drag my gaze from him to see my friends looking
at me. My eyes flick between them. "What?"
"Are you okay?" Eliza asks, shooting glances at the
young man.
"Um hmm. Yup. Totally," I say, turning my gaze back to
him. "Just two strangers on a train who are definitely not
having a moment."
He glances toward Eliza, then back to me. "I think your
friends might hurt me if I don't let you go."
"I might hurt you if you do," I say, pouting.
The realization of how blatant and brazen I'm being slaps me in
both cheeks, and I burn red. I have to look away.
"Gods, I am so sorry. I'm not usually this flirtatious,"
I say, stepping off his foot. "Or naked."
His finger tips trace around my torso as his hand slips away, just
barely grazing the edge of my tit.
"That's a shame," he says, brushing a strand of hair
from my face. "I'm lucky I got to experience both, then."
I turn to Eliza, widening my eyes and pursing my lips. She smirks
and returns to her phone. I spend the rest of the ride stealing
glances at the cute guy, wishing I could ask for his number, or even
his name, but that wouldn't be fair to him. My heart, as of right
now, belongs to Kenny. It doesn't seem right to keep a back-up
option, or to give hope to someone unnecessarily.
I am definitely having some feelings toward him. That smile is
like a hot knife through my butter, and I am melting. Or am I just
sweating from the stifling heat on this train?
When we finally pull into Valeria station, I pull him by his
jacket and, rising onto my toes, give him a kiss on the cheek. "It
was nice to meet you," I say, walking backwards onto the
platform. Smiling as I watch him take his coat off and fold it in
front of his crotch.
Did I get you hard, pretty stranger? I wanted to ask, but lacked
the brazen will to.
"What. A. Slut," Bella says. "Seriously, I think he
was about to bust in his pants."
"You think so?" I ask, glancing behind me. Hoping to
steal another look at him.
"Are you kidding?" Frankie asks, jumping in with an arm
around me and Bella. "He was hard the whole time."
Bella nods. "Why am I not surprised that you were
looking at it," she says, sliding out from under Frankie. "Well
done, Daisy. That was very brave."
I stare at the tiled floor of the station, chewing my smile. The
open air of the station is such a relief after the train. Every
cooling step an affirmation for baring my soles.
What was I worried about?
Nature Park T plus 4
hours.
Even as we exit the station on to the bustling city streets, the
looks on people's faces as they pass by, the way their heads turn
toward us. Always with a slight raise of the brow. They're finally
stepping around me. Lowering their phones to see me.
I stretch my arms above my head, and then out to the side.
Releasing the tension held in my shoulders. I hop in front of my
friends. Giddy and grinning.
"I'm ready for the festival," I say, beaming and
bouncing on the balls of my feet.
Bella nudges Eliza. "We've created a monster," she says,
ruffling my hair. "You were about ready to jump that lucky lad."
"If I wasn't head over ass for Kenny, I might have done
exactly that," I say, spinning around. "I feel better than
I have in a really long time."
"The park is this way," Eliza says, walking in the
direction she's pointing. "Try not to leave a trail, Daisy."
I quickly check the floor to see what I've been dropping, but
seeing nothing, I take off after them. I'm happy walking a few steps
behind everyone, looking in shop windows. The hairs on my neck stand
up. The air is electric, sending ripples of delicious sensation
dancing over my skin. Even my somersaulting stomach is settling into
a tight coil.
A tickle of wind teases my hip.
My feet register every crack, lump, or bobble on the pavement.
Back in the sunshine, I bask in my bravery. I don't care if I'm
seen or not.
This is amazing.
I can't wait to see the festival. What sort of events will there
be? It made little sense to research it. I was sure I would be a
terrified little ball of nerves being rolled towards it by Eliza. It
never once occurred to me I would enjoy this.
Leaving the busy streets and entering the park, my excitement
wanes considerably. There aren't any tents, bands, or events at all.
Just a few naked people sitting on the grass. Probably fewer than
thirty in total.
"That's; a pretty generous use of 'festival'," I say,
somewhat deflated. "No music? No dancing? No crowds?"
"Aw, is the newest nudist disappointed there aren't more
people to gawk at her?" Eliza teases. "I told you that
you'd like it, didn't I?"
"You did, and you were right."
Frankie cups a hand to her forehead as she scans the park. "Daisy
has a point, though. This is pretty lame."
"Maybe it'll liven up in an hour or so?" Bella suggests,
typing on her phone.
Eliza shrugs. "I admit, I was expecting a bit more effort on
their part," she says, putting her phone into her leg bag.
"Let's give it an hour, as Bella says. It's still only ten in
the morning."
We make our way to one of the many unoccupied picnic tables. Eliza
and Bella stretch out on either end of the table, with Frankie
sitting between them with her feet on the seat, leaning back on her
hands, soaking in the sun. I look around at the other attendees.
We're clearly the youngest here, by a couple of decades minimum.
That might explain the lack of energy. Like an orgy at a library.
Actually, that sounds way more fun. Seriously, is this
it? After everything we; I went through? All the nerves, fear, and
gathered willpower.
A fucking picnic? No hot guys. No Dee Jay, No bumping and
grinding.
It's worse than that. At least a picnic would have sandwiches. I
stroll around the table. The warm earth is still pleasant, and the
grass tickling my feet with each step reminds me of the excitement I
felt earlier. I pull my phone out of my leg bag. No messages. I pull
down on the screen to refresh.
Nothing.
My hands fall to my side as I sigh at the sky. Am I bored? Or is
it just that everything here is so chill compared to everything else?
"Tell me," Eliza says, without looking up from her
phone.
"I don't know, I just; is this it?" I ask, gesturing at
the almost empty park. "It feels a little, I don't know,
anticlimactic."
Eliza turns her phone over. "What were you expecting? An
orgy? Fireworks and pole-dancing?" she asks, fixing her gaze on
me.
Bella lowers her phone to raise a brow at Eliza, then joins her in
staring at me.
"Again, I don't know. I just; Expected like;" I put my
hands on my hips and stare at the sky. "I thought I'd feel
different. Not about this. About myself. I thought I'd change, or
something."
"You don't think you've changed?" Eliza asks, sitting up
and perching on the edge of the table.
"Do you?"
"Yes, you've absolutely changed, and for the better."
Eliza points her phone at me and snaps a picture.
Bella glares at Eliza.
I stare at her and raise my brow. "Another nude to send
Kenny?" I ask, smirking. "I already called that bluff. You
wouldn't do that to anyone, least of all me."
Eliza smirks back, and I feel my stomach tighten. "Daisy,
you're right. I wouldn't," she says, winking at Bella. "You
freaked out when I took the picture last night, yet now you shrug it
off."
She holds her phone out and gestures for me to look. "Before,"
she says, showing the picture she took last night. I look terrified.
Gripping the wine glass like a lifeline.
She swipes to the picture she just took. "After."
I stare at the picture, taking the phone from her with stunned
hands. I barely recognize myself. In every photo I've ever had, I've
been awkward and embarrassed. With that smile that screams 'brave
face'.
I hate having my picture taken.
But; In this picture? I'm upright. I'm open. I look; confident.
"If you still need more proof of your growth," Eliza
says, peeling her phone from my fingers. "You're standing naked
in the middle of the city; and you're bored."
Taking a deep breath, I cock my head and let her words resonate. I
am bored. Eliza knows me better than anyone. My hands aren't
shaking, I'm not trying to shrink away.
I haven't even thought about covering up since we got on the
train.
I shrug. "Huh;" I mumble. "Did you know I'd be
bored? Or did you only plan everything else?"
"Actually, and I know this is going to sound bitchy, but I
expected you to chicken out at the train," Eliza says, stepping
off the table and placing her hands on my shoulder. "That's why
we had Bella bring spare clothes in her bag. You've surprised even
me, Daisy. I'm not even mad, and you know how much I hate surprises."
I lunge forward and wrap my arms around Eliza. "I don't know
what I'd do without you."
She squeezes me tight. "Without you, I'd probably be in jail.
Or a cult leader."
"Or a cult leader in prison," Bella adds.
Eliza smirks. "That sounds like fun," she says, kissing
my head and returning to the table. "If you're bored, find some
way to amuse yourself."
Frankie thrusts a hand in the air. "Cornettos!" she
spurts, leaning back on the table, looking at me with her head upside
down. "It's hot. I want to lick something. Ice cream, milk
cholate, caramel. And nuts, all in a waffle cone."
I look around for a shop and spot a supermarket pretty close to
the park. The road is busy; the pavement is dotted with pedestrians,
and, scanning the road, I spot a set of traffic lights. It's probably
a five-minute walk, plus however long the lights take to change. I
could be there and back again in twenty minutes as the worst-case
scenario.
I? Surely I mean we?
Biting my lip, I consider how crazy I might actually be. It's no
different from what I've already done. I'd just be doing it alone. My
heart skips. Walking through the busy streets. Naked. Alone. Standing
at the lights while cars go by, as who knows how many people walk on
either side. I picture standing in the line inside the store,
surrounded, trapped.
Exposed.
Cornetto Run. T plus
4:10.
I feel a warm flush over my body. "Four Cornetto's coming
up," I say, stepping boldly toward the park exit.
"Want me to come with?" Bella yells.
I spin around and open my arms. "I got this," I yell
back, with a level of bravado that catches me by surprise. I actually
mean it. "I'll call Eliza if I need a rescue."
The task doesn't feel real until I reach the steel gate of the
park. The metal, shaded by the wall, is cool to the touch, and it
creaks loudly when I open it. My presence was announced, and now I am
realizing how much difference being one of four naked girls had on my
mentality.
The confidence I had just moments ago drains. My first instinct is
to shut the gate and walk back.
I don't want that. I can't go back. My knee-jerk reactions would
have sent me home the minute I stepped outside, and what a day I
would have missed. The after picture proved it. I am already a new
Daisy.
New Daisy wants a fucking Cornetto.
I straighten up, force my shoulders back, take a deep breath, and
step onto the pavement. My friends are out of sight, and all the
gazes I told myself were locked onto them now have no other target
but me.
Daisy, the naked errand girl.
The pavement is cold. The car engines are louder, the horns honk
at an uncomfortable register. I walk in the shadow of the park's
wall, and even the warmth of the sunlight is taken from me.
I am removed from all comfort and completely exposed.
A long honk makes me jump, and another involuntary squeak falls
from me. The first in a while. Pushing the button for the traffic
lights, I stand in fidgeting silence. Hopping from one foot to the
other, fists clenching and relaxing at my side. Closing my eyes, I
try to steady my heart with deep breaths.
I'm letting my nerves win. I can't enjoy it if I'm too scared to
let it happen. Remember the train. Remember the warmth.
I stop bouncing and open my eyes. I'm still warm. Hot, even.
Pressing a hand to my tit, I can feel it. My skin is blooming,
radiant, and still tingling in the flirtatious wind. It seems sharper
on my left, and as I turn to check why, I see someone quickly
averting their gaze. I feel a flutter in my gut, and a new warmth
spreading from it.
"Nice day for it," I say, finding my mischief.
The parts I've enjoyed most have always been after interacting
with people. Old man in the car, cute suit guy; oh, what are you up
to now, cute suit guy? Still thinking of me?
"Don't talk to me, slut," the man says, taking a step
away from me.
I raise my brow. That was rude, but I suppose you can't please
them all. I stretch my arms above my head and smirk as he still
steals glances at me.
Envy. That's all it is. He wishes he was brave like me. Could have
a girl like me. He lusts after me.
The lights beep, and I strut across the road, waving at the cars
that honk. Even pausing in the middle of the road to offer a curtsy.
I play the part, and I love it. I think I get why Frankie is the way
she is.
This is fun.
The smile I once had forces its way back onto my face. So broad my
cheeks hurt, but I can't complain.
I've never been so happy. I pull my phone from my leg bag and,
snapping a selfie, send it to Eliza.
Instant read.
She acts aloof, but she was ready to jump in the second I needed.
Gives me just enough space to succeed on my own, but her hand is
always waiting when I stumble.
The automatic doors of the store slide open, and a blast of
conditioned air washes over me. I linger beneath the fan at the
entrance, arms wide, head back, letting the cold air tease my skin.
Parting my thighs to let them cool off, I gasp as the artificial
breeze kisses between them.
My eyes close as I hold myself in this new thrill. My flesh is
fever. I ache. I yearn. Sweat glistens on my skin, yet I still burn.
I murmur under my long, deep breaths as the itch starts. My fingers
trace the top of my tit.
Being naked is incredible. Every impression is heightened. Every
tickle is stark.
Fabric brushes against my shoulder. I open my eyes again, moving a
hand to the phantom feeling. The residue of clothing as someone
passed me. How long have I been standing in the doorway?
I'm so hot. I think I was enjoying the fan a little too
much.
Earlier, I would have done anything to forget that I was naked.
Now I cherish every sensation that reminds me of it. The cold,
sterile floor of the store steals the heat from my feet with each
step. Feeling hotter on my thighs, I adjust the strap on my bag as I
stroll through the busy store, flashing my permanent grin at everyone
who looks my way.
Strangely, the higher I hold my head, the brighter I smile, the
more people's gaze lingers. The more they seem to recognize that it's
okay to look.
I want them to look. Gods, I do; I want that.
I step down the central path between the rows of aisles. The knot
in my stomach had untied itself, and was wrapping around my heart
like a coil. Anticipation has replaced anxiety. Every corner a fresh
pulse. Another loop. More warmth spreading from my core.
The shoppers gape at me as I walk. My pace deliberate. Taking my
time with each indulgent step. My skin is alight with their
attention. Electric flickers all over me, as though I can sense where
their gaze falls. I slip my fingers beneath the leg strap and adjust
it. My thighs are so hot, but the strap isn't as tight as I
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A timid waitress
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Stories.
The train pulls in at the next station, and I'm forced to move
away from the door. I grab the handle as if my life depends on it,
and watch each face as it steps on. First, they gaze at me, then the
others, then they awkwardly find a place to stand.
I try to make room, and it's not as though I take up a lot of it,
but there isn't much to go around. The soft scratch of clothing as
people push past leaves a ghost of sensation on my skin. I remember
what it was like to have clothes on. I should have them on now. I
shuffle my bare feet inward, toes resting on toes. Last thing I need
is to be stomped on, especially likely considering the only handle
was the vertical bar in the middle of the section.
A warm hand brushes against mine and, looking up, I see a young
man in a cheap suit quickly averting his gaze.
"Sorry," he says, sliding his hand away.
I smile up at him and bite my lip. He's trying so hard not to
look. His neck is tense. His knuckles are white on the handle. I
glance toward Frankie, then Bella. Finally, I let my gaze settle on
Eliza. I could stand to be more like them. Flirty Frankie, is just
trying to have fun no matter the situation. Bella just doesn't give a
fuck at all, and Eliza? She's still engrossed in her phone.
How do I get that comfortable?
I look at my feet and shift positions. I can see people looking,
watching. Not just the three beauties, they're also looking at me.
Some are trying to hide it, looking away as my survey of the
situation threatens to catch them. Others don't even try to hide
their gaze. They stare at me, my body. Even as I muster my courage to
stare back, they just smirk and drink me in. Another stop.
More people climb on and claim what little space was left.
I'm pressed against the suited young man, between an older guy in
a tracksuit who practically forced his way next to me. Suit guy is
breathing heavily. Stealing glances. He shifts in place and rubs
against me. I shift and rub against him.
I miss the cool breeze, because it's getting really warm on this
train. All the people and no windows on this wonderful day. I feel
hot all over.
Tapping on the suited gent's arm, I get his attention and give him
permission to look at me.
"Would it be alright if I put my feet on yours?" I ask,
looking up more with my eyes than my head. "I'm scared of being
stepped on."
His mouth opens. Enough for half a breath, but no words. His head
drops and he sighs. Silently turning a shoe toward me.
"Thank you," I say, stepping onto him. Pressing myself
closer. I'm teasing him on purpose, and I wonder if he knows it. My
shallow breaths are shaking again. The tightness in my chest brings a
new warmth with it.
His hand brushes against my tit. It grazes my nipple as he pulls
it away. I feel his warmth linger on my body.
"Fuck, sorry," he says, blushing almost as much as I am.
"Don't worry," I say. "It was an accident."
I narrow my gaze and crease my brow. "Or was it?" I ask,
giggling after I pause long enough for him to stammer.
The cutest smile cracks his face, and he turns away to laugh.
"Had me worried," he says, giving me a flash of his
smiling face. He still can't quite look at me.
I thought I'd be vulnerable. Weak. Overlooked. But he's completely
under my spell.
Entranced.
I am powerful.
The train jolts, pushing everyone into everything. My balancing
act crumbles as I fall backwards. The grip on the central pole only
guiding my descent instead of stopping it. I squeak, expecting
gravity and a hard floor; instead, I feel a warm hand on my back, and
a strong arm pulling me close. My free hand grips the suited arm as
it steadies me.
I look up at him, and our eyes meet. They lock. They linger. His
hand is still on my back. Fingers spread wide as my muscles react,
arching my back, pressing me into him. I can hear my heartbeat, or is
it his? I can't tell, but I know mine is in my throat. My gaze flicks
to his lips as I lick mine, before I get lost again in the moment.
His hand slides over my skin as he pulls his arm away. Without
thinking, I tighten my grip on him.
He stops.
The world stops.
"Daisy," Eliza says.
"Hmm?" I drag my gaze from him to see my friends looking
at me. My eyes flick between them. "What?"
"Are you okay?" Eliza asks, shooting glances at the
young man.
"Um hmm. Yup. Totally," I say, turning my gaze back to
him. "Just two strangers on a train who are definitely not
having a moment."
He glances toward Eliza, then back to me. "I think your
friends might hurt me if I don't let you go."
"I might hurt you if you do," I say, pouting.
The realization of how blatant and brazen I'm being slaps me in
both cheeks, and I burn red. I have to look away.
"Gods, I am so sorry. I'm not usually this flirtatious,"
I say, stepping off his foot. "Or naked."
His finger tips trace around my torso as his hand slips away, just
barely grazing the edge of my tit.
"That's a shame," he says, brushing a strand of hair
from my face. "I'm lucky I got to experience both, then."
I turn to Eliza, widening my eyes and pursing my lips. She smirks
and returns to her phone. I spend the rest of the ride stealing
glances at the cute guy, wishing I could ask for his number, or even
his name, but that wouldn't be fair to him. My heart, as of right
now, belongs to Kenny. It doesn't seem right to keep a back-up
option, or to give hope to someone unnecessarily.
I am definitely having some feelings toward him. That smile is
like a hot knife through my butter, and I am melting. Or am I just
sweating from the stifling heat on this train?
When we finally pull into Valeria station, I pull him by his
jacket and, rising onto my toes, give him a kiss on the cheek. "It
was nice to meet you," I say, walking backwards onto the
platform. Smiling as I watch him take his coat off and fold it in
front of his crotch.
Did I get you hard, pretty stranger? I wanted to ask, but lacked
the brazen will to.
"What. A. Slut," Bella says. "Seriously, I think he
was about to bust in his pants."
"You think so?" I ask, glancing behind me. Hoping to
steal another look at him.
"Are you kidding?" Frankie asks, jumping in with an arm
around me and Bella. "He was hard the whole time."
Bella nods. "Why am I not surprised that you were
looking at it," she says, sliding out from under Frankie. "Well
done, Daisy. That was very brave."
I stare at the tiled floor of the station, chewing my smile. The
open air of the station is such a relief after the train. Every
cooling step an affirmation for baring my soles.
What was I worried about?
Nature Park T plus 4
hours.
Even as we exit the station on to the bustling city streets, the
looks on people's faces as they pass by, the way their heads turn
toward us. Always with a slight raise of the brow. They're finally
stepping around me. Lowering their phones to see me.
I stretch my arms above my head, and then out to the side.
Releasing the tension held in my shoulders. I hop in front of my
friends. Giddy and grinning.
"I'm ready for the festival," I say, beaming and
bouncing on the balls of my feet.
Bella nudges Eliza. "We've created a monster," she says,
ruffling my hair. "You were about ready to jump that lucky lad."
"If I wasn't head over ass for Kenny, I might have done
exactly that," I say, spinning around. "I feel better than
I have in a really long time."
"The park is this way," Eliza says, walking in the
direction she's pointing. "Try not to leave a trail, Daisy."
I quickly check the floor to see what I've been dropping, but
seeing nothing, I take off after them. I'm happy walking a few steps
behind everyone, looking in shop windows. The hairs on my neck stand
up. The air is electric, sending ripples of delicious sensation
dancing over my skin. Even my somersaulting stomach is settling into
a tight coil.
A tickle of wind teases my hip.
My feet register every crack, lump, or bobble on the pavement.
Back in the sunshine, I bask in my bravery. I don't care if I'm
seen or not.
This is amazing.
I can't wait to see the festival. What sort of events will there
be? It made little sense to research it. I was sure I would be a
terrified little ball of nerves being rolled towards it by Eliza. It
never once occurred to me I would enjoy this.
Leaving the busy streets and entering the park, my excitement
wanes considerably. There aren't any tents, bands, or events at all.
Just a few naked people sitting on the grass. Probably fewer than
thirty in total.
"That's; a pretty generous use of 'festival'," I say,
somewhat deflated. "No music? No dancing? No crowds?"
"Aw, is the newest nudist disappointed there aren't more
people to gawk at her?" Eliza teases. "I told you that
you'd like it, didn't I?"
"You did, and you were right."
Frankie cups a hand to her forehead as she scans the park. "Daisy
has a point, though. This is pretty lame."
"Maybe it'll liven up in an hour or so?" Bella suggests,
typing on her phone.
Eliza shrugs. "I admit, I was expecting a bit more effort on
their part," she says, putting her phone into her leg bag.
"Let's give it an hour, as Bella says. It's still only ten in
the morning."
We make our way to one of the many unoccupied picnic tables. Eliza
and Bella stretch out on either end of the table, with Frankie
sitting between them with her feet on the seat, leaning back on her
hands, soaking in the sun. I look around at the other attendees.
We're clearly the youngest here, by a couple of decades minimum.
That might explain the lack of energy. Like an orgy at a library.
Actually, that sounds way more fun. Seriously, is this
it? After everything we; I went through? All the nerves, fear, and
gathered willpower.
A fucking picnic? No hot guys. No Dee Jay, No bumping and
grinding.
It's worse than that. At least a picnic would have sandwiches. I
stroll around the table. The warm earth is still pleasant, and the
grass tickling my feet with each step reminds me of the excitement I
felt earlier. I pull my phone out of my leg bag. No messages. I pull
down on the screen to refresh.
Nothing.
My hands fall to my side as I sigh at the sky. Am I bored? Or is
it just that everything here is so chill compared to everything else?
"Tell me," Eliza says, without looking up from her
phone.
"I don't know, I just; is this it?" I ask, gesturing at
the almost empty park. "It feels a little, I don't know,
anticlimactic."
Eliza turns her phone over. "What were you expecting? An
orgy? Fireworks and pole-dancing?" she asks, fixing her gaze on
me.
Bella lowers her phone to raise a brow at Eliza, then joins her in
staring at me.
"Again, I don't know. I just; Expected like;" I put my
hands on my hips and stare at the sky. "I thought I'd feel
different. Not about this. About myself. I thought I'd change, or
something."
"You don't think you've changed?" Eliza asks, sitting up
and perching on the edge of the table.
"Do you?"
"Yes, you've absolutely changed, and for the better."
Eliza points her phone at me and snaps a picture.
Bella glares at Eliza.
I stare at her and raise my brow. "Another nude to send
Kenny?" I ask, smirking. "I already called that bluff. You
wouldn't do that to anyone, least of all me."
Eliza smirks back, and I feel my stomach tighten. "Daisy,
you're right. I wouldn't," she says, winking at Bella. "You
freaked out when I took the picture last night, yet now you shrug it
off."
She holds her phone out and gestures for me to look. "Before,"
she says, showing the picture she took last night. I look terrified.
Gripping the wine glass like a lifeline.
She swipes to the picture she just took. "After."
I stare at the picture, taking the phone from her with stunned
hands. I barely recognize myself. In every photo I've ever had, I've
been awkward and embarrassed. With that smile that screams 'brave
face'.
I hate having my picture taken.
But; In this picture? I'm upright. I'm open. I look; confident.
"If you still need more proof of your growth," Eliza
says, peeling her phone from my fingers. "You're standing naked
in the middle of the city; and you're bored."
Taking a deep breath, I cock my head and let her words resonate. I
am bored. Eliza knows me better than anyone. My hands aren't
shaking, I'm not trying to shrink away.
I haven't even thought about covering up since we got on the
train.
I shrug. "Huh;" I mumble. "Did you know I'd be
bored? Or did you only plan everything else?"
"Actually, and I know this is going to sound bitchy, but I
expected you to chicken out at the train," Eliza says, stepping
off the table and placing her hands on my shoulder. "That's why
we had Bella bring spare clothes in her bag. You've surprised even
me, Daisy. I'm not even mad, and you know how much I hate surprises."
I lunge forward and wrap my arms around Eliza. "I don't know
what I'd do without you."
She squeezes me tight. "Without you, I'd probably be in jail.
Or a cult leader."
"Or a cult leader in prison," Bella adds.
Eliza smirks. "That sounds like fun," she says, kissing
my head and returning to the table. "If you're bored, find some
way to amuse yourself."
Frankie thrusts a hand in the air. "Cornettos!" she
spurts, leaning back on the table, looking at me with her head upside
down. "It's hot. I want to lick something. Ice cream, milk
cholate, caramel. And nuts, all in a waffle cone."
I look around for a shop and spot a supermarket pretty close to
the park. The road is busy; the pavement is dotted with pedestrians,
and, scanning the road, I spot a set of traffic lights. It's probably
a five-minute walk, plus however long the lights take to change. I
could be there and back again in twenty minutes as the worst-case
scenario.
I? Surely I mean we?
Biting my lip, I consider how crazy I might actually be. It's no
different from what I've already done. I'd just be doing it alone. My
heart skips. Walking through the busy streets. Naked. Alone. Standing
at the lights while cars go by, as who knows how many people walk on
either side. I picture standing in the line inside the store,
surrounded, trapped.
Exposed.
Cornetto Run. T plus
4:10.
I feel a warm flush over my body. "Four Cornetto's coming
up," I say, stepping boldly toward the park exit.
"Want me to come with?" Bella yells.
I spin around and open my arms. "I got this," I yell
back, with a level of bravado that catches me by surprise. I actually
mean it. "I'll call Eliza if I need a rescue."
The task doesn't feel real until I reach the steel gate of the
park. The metal, shaded by the wall, is cool to the touch, and it
creaks loudly when I open it. My presence was announced, and now I am
realizing how much difference being one of four naked girls had on my
mentality.
The confidence I had just moments ago drains. My first instinct is
to shut the gate and walk back.
I don't want that. I can't go back. My knee-jerk reactions would
have sent me home the minute I stepped outside, and what a day I
would have missed. The after picture proved it. I am already a new
Daisy.
New Daisy wants a fucking Cornetto.
I straighten up, force my shoulders back, take a deep breath, and
step onto the pavement. My friends are out of sight, and all the
gazes I told myself were locked onto them now have no other target
but me.
Daisy, the naked errand girl.
The pavement is cold. The car engines are louder, the horns honk
at an uncomfortable register. I walk in the shadow of the park's
wall, and even the warmth of the sunlight is taken from me.
I am removed from all comfort and completely exposed.
A long honk makes me jump, and another involuntary squeak falls
from me. The first in a while. Pushing the button for the traffic
lights, I stand in fidgeting silence. Hopping from one foot to the
other, fists clenching and relaxing at my side. Closing my eyes, I
try to steady my heart with deep breaths.
I'm letting my nerves win. I can't enjoy it if I'm too scared to
let it happen. Remember the train. Remember the warmth.
I stop bouncing and open my eyes. I'm still warm. Hot, even.
Pressing a hand to my tit, I can feel it. My skin is blooming,
radiant, and still tingling in the flirtatious wind. It seems sharper
on my left, and as I turn to check why, I see someone quickly
averting their gaze. I feel a flutter in my gut, and a new warmth
spreading from it.
"Nice day for it," I say, finding my mischief.
The parts I've enjoyed most have always been after interacting
with people. Old man in the car, cute suit guy; oh, what are you up
to now, cute suit guy? Still thinking of me?
"Don't talk to me, slut," the man says, taking a step
away from me.
I raise my brow. That was rude, but I suppose you can't please
them all. I stretch my arms above my head and smirk as he still
steals glances at me.
Envy. That's all it is. He wishes he was brave like me. Could have
a girl like me. He lusts after me.
The lights beep, and I strut across the road, waving at the cars
that honk. Even pausing in the middle of the road to offer a curtsy.
I play the part, and I love it. I think I get why Frankie is the way
she is.
This is fun.
The smile I once had forces its way back onto my face. So broad my
cheeks hurt, but I can't complain.
I've never been so happy. I pull my phone from my leg bag and,
snapping a selfie, send it to Eliza.
Instant read.
She acts aloof, but she was ready to jump in the second I needed.
Gives me just enough space to succeed on my own, but her hand is
always waiting when I stumble.
The automatic doors of the store slide open, and a blast of
conditioned air washes over me. I linger beneath the fan at the
entrance, arms wide, head back, letting the cold air tease my skin.
Parting my thighs to let them cool off, I gasp as the artificial
breeze kisses between them.
My eyes close as I hold myself in this new thrill. My flesh is
fever. I ache. I yearn. Sweat glistens on my skin, yet I still burn.
I murmur under my long, deep breaths as the itch starts. My fingers
trace the top of my tit.
Being naked is incredible. Every impression is heightened. Every
tickle is stark.
Fabric brushes against my shoulder. I open my eyes again, moving a
hand to the phantom feeling. The residue of clothing as someone
passed me. How long have I been standing in the doorway?
I'm so hot. I think I was enjoying the fan a little too
much.
Earlier, I would have done anything to forget that I was naked.
Now I cherish every sensation that reminds me of it. The cold,
sterile floor of the store steals the heat from my feet with each
step. Feeling hotter on my thighs, I adjust the strap on my bag as I
stroll through the busy store, flashing my permanent grin at everyone
who looks my way.
Strangely, the higher I hold my head, the brighter I smile, the
more people's gaze lingers. The more they seem to recognize that it's
okay to look.
I want them to look. Gods, I do; I want that.
I step down the central path between the rows of aisles. The knot
in my stomach had untied itself, and was wrapping around my heart
like a coil. Anticipation has replaced anxiety. Every corner a fresh
pulse. Another loop. More warmth spreading from my core.
The shoppers gape at me as I walk. My pace deliberate. Taking my
time with each indulgent step. My skin is alight with their
attention. Electric flickers all over me, as though I can sense where
their gaze falls. I slip my fingers beneath the leg strap and adjust
it. My thighs are so hot, but the strap isn't as tight as I
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