An Avenging Nudist - Sex Stories

An Avenging Nudist

... again. She casts him one final look, turns her back and leaves the room.

He sits there and doesn't move. He feels numb. Deflated. He has cheated on her and he feels guilty. He loves her... loved her... he doesn't know... In truth, he has given his heart to the new girl. It takes a minute before her image appears in his mind's eye. When it has, the thought of her makes his cock rise again.

Yes, he is right to cut his ties with K and go to the new girl. This mess is... collateral damage. Sorry, can't be helped.

He gets dressed, gathers his clothes and the few personal belongings he has here. His bass and gear are still in the car. Before he leaves, he pauses... Without going to find her, he calls out, 'K, I am sorry! I really am!'

Is he? She doesn't answer.

He will never hear from her again. She is a sensitive girl.

Where is she? What is she doing?

We see her lying on their bed, her bed now. She is naked and lies face down, her head turned to the right and her eyes closed. She doesn't move. Her wet face is slowly drying. Thankfully, it is a warm summer's day or else she would be getting cold.

Sunday

It is morning when we see her finally move. She pushes herself up, turns and gets into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. It is a Sunday morning. No obligations, no appointments, no work to do.

Her demeanour, her gaze is listless.

She gets up and walks to the kitchen. Without getting dressed. Here is the lovely body that M has spurned. ...

... Because lovely she is.

Look at her!

A pretty face, blue eyes, a juicy set of lips, a healthy head of blond hair, a pair of breasts that could cause a modest war, slender, a nice dark-blond patch of hair down there. Naturally, she doesn't feel pretty, lovely, attractive.

She goes through the motions of brewing herself a coffee and preparing a bowl of muesli. Well, she moves well. There is grace in her, even now, when she is low... very low. But she is not conscious of it. She feels dead... He stripped her of her dignity... She feels she's been made a fool. She says aloud, 'Okay, I will play the fool.'

After spending an hour sipping her coffee down and emptying her bowl of food, spoon by spoon, she goes to the living room and finds her blue dress, stockings and underwear. She picks the garments up and goes back to the kitchen, opens the kitchen door and steps outside. A beautiful summer Sunday morning hurries to warm her nude shape, but she doesn't appreciate it. She goes to the barrel in which people burn their trash and drops the clothes in. She fetches a box of matches, lights a match and drops it in. It takes another five matches, which she mechanically lights one after the other, to get the fire going.

With a mass of dirty smoke rising from the barrel, she pauses a moment, then goes back inside. Within a minute she returns with her arms full of clothes. Without ado, she drops them in the barrel. She repeats this twice. Then, she fetches her pantihoses and ...