An Avenging Nudist - Sex Stories

An Avenging Nudist

... stockings, her underwear, first an armful of pairs of knickers, then her bras. Her coats, her bathrobe... Yes, she burns all of her coats. No, she saves one. And the bathrobe. And her shoes. A shred of common sense remaining?

And then there is no more. She is well and truly naked.

She stands outside and watches the fire until it is down to a modest smouldering.

The hour is 11 am on this sweet and comfy Sunday morning. A time when she and M were used to taking a brisk one-hour stroll. Always the same one, along footpaths and dirt tracks, partly through woodland and partly between fields. A ritual, one might say. She doesn't think, puts on her red Converses and sets off in brisk tempo. Is she aware that she is naked? Does she realise that she is quite a sight, a pleasant, perhaps even pretty young woman strolling along? Her breasts, of course, are something to behold, as they happily bob along in a delightfully random pattern. Happily. She passes one farmhouse but doesn't appear to mind, or even be aware that someone might be looking out. We hear noises from the shed but there is no basis for suggesting anyone sees her. But who knows? We do know that no one takes her to task. But how about her? What does she feel? Does she enjoy the walk? We are not sure. Her gaze is introverted. She may still be in shock and oblivious to the world outside of herself.

She arrives home undisturbed and intact. She is warm. Is she conscious of this, does shefeel warm? Or would ...

... she prefer to be cold?

Her girlfriend from the village, J, comes to call on her, as she often does on Sunday afternoons. She enters the house through the open kitchen door and finds her friend K unusually nude with a cup of tea and a slice of bread with cheese in front of her. K slowly turns her head towards J and, after a pause, says, 'Oh, hi...'

'Didn't you get dressed yet? Where is M?'

K answers the second question, 'He let me down and has another girl. I kicked him out.'

'Oh, dear. I am so sorry! When?'

'Yesterday.'

'Oh, dear... I am so sorry... You were so well together.'

'We were about to fuck and he couldn't. Then I knew.'

'I am so sorry. Come here.'

And J goes up to K and hugs her. We see that K closes her eyes and a tear appears. Then they disengage.

J says, 'And you didn't get dressed again...'

'No. He stripped me of everything I was.'

'I understand. Wait, I'll help you.' And J goes to K's bedroom. And returns emptyhanded.

'K, where are your clothes?'

'They're gone. I burned them.'

'You burned them?'

'Yes!'

'So, how will you get dressed?'

'I won't.'

'But you can't do that. And, why?'

'I can do that. I'm doing it. And, why? I want everyone to see that he's made a fool of me.'

'But, what will people say?'

'That I am a fool. I don't care.'

J argues some more, talks about the cold and the shame and how it isn't worth it. K doesn't care. J decides to let things run their course and K will come to her ...