Chapter 18 - Showing Off

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 18 - Showing Off

In which Kate attends an unforgettable party for her birthday and is shown off to everyone in so many delightful ways.

I'd never been so scared. And yet, I'd never been so excited.

The Uber was moving at a snail's pace through London's Saturday evening traffic, tracing its way to the postcode that Lara had provided. The location of the... party we were heading for, as her slightly early present for my upcoming birthday. My birthday party. Sort of.

Except, instead of being a cosy meal for the two of us at some fancy restaurant, or a relaxed gathering in a pub somewhere for me and my friends, this party was something very, very different. We were heading for what Lara had described as a 'women-only erotic gathering'. I still had no idea what that actually entailed, what actually awaited us at the end of this slow drive to a secret location somewhere in London's West End. Were we on our way to some sort of huge x-rated sapphic orgy? Or was it actually going to be far tamer than that, more like a glorified hen party for a bride-to-be, just a lot of giggling women, glasses of prosecco and novelty chocolates shaped like penises? I had no idea.

And I was struggling to think too much about that right now, despite the long duration of the Uber ride. Because right now I was sitting in the back of the car wearing a knee-length coat and the gorgeous strappy heels Lara had also bought me for my birthday.

And nothing else.

I was heading for this party, and whatever potential lesbian orgies (or chocolate penises) awaited me there, completely in the nude. Apart from my coat, which was tightly buttoned up to my neck, I had left every other item of clothing I owned back at my apartment.

Yes. Very scared and very excited. That just about summed it up.

Next to me, Lara reached over and squeezed my hand. I turned and saw her smiling at me. God, she looked amazing. She wore a tight black dress that clung wonderfully to her curves, with a matching thin silk scarf to protect her shoulders from the slight chill outside. It was all so demure and graceful. Oh wow, what a contrast her elegant outfit was going to be next to my flagrant nudity. What a pair we were going to make!

"You ok?" she asked.

I nodded back immediately. Because I was ok. Actually, I was more than ok. Yes, I was scared. But I also felt... safe. Because, just as I'd explained to Lara back on the beach some weeks ago, I still, ultimately, was in control of my fate tonight.

I had my coat, for a start. And even if I plucked up the courage to shed that once we got to this party, I still had Lara with me. She'd promised to stay with me all night, wherever I ended up. She'd taken delight in wanting to do that, in fact. She said she was looking forward to... showing me off to everyone.

Oh god, her use of that phrase had turned me on so much. She was going to show me off! I suppressed a fresh rush of arousal between my legs as I contemplated the scene in my mind. Her in her chic dress, proudly showing off her nude friend to anyone and everyone. Openly encouraging whoever else was at this party to feast their eyes on my bare body. I quivered with excitement under my coat at the very idea. Lara wasn't taking me to this weird crazy sexy party in the nude to embarrass me, or humiliate me, or anything like that. She was doing it so she could show me off!!

As we drove on, I noticed that the driver kept glancing in the rear view mirror. Uh oh. Could he tell? Despite my best efforts, was it actually obvious that I was completely naked under my coat? No, calm down Kate, it can't be. The coat extended from my neck all the way down to my knees, and my legs were tightly closed where I sat. Clearly, as far as the driver could see, I must be wearing a dress, but my coat was obscuring it.

Except... I wasn't wearing a dress, was I? I wasn't wearing anything! Tee hee!

I returned my attention to the view from my window and tried to relax and enjoy myself. But even as I felt so delightfully naughty sitting there like that, my heart was beating faster than ever with nervous anticipation. Was I really going to do this? Was I actually about to bare my entire body, for the whole night, to a house full of strangers?! Oh god! I mean, I'd been nude in front of four women at Mistress Veronica's house. Come to think of it, I'd even been nude in front of seven people on that Spanish beach. But this... was something else entirely. Something wonderful, and glorious, and... very, very scary.

All of a sudden, we were stopping. I'd been so wrapped up in my thoughts, I hadn't even noticed that we'd reached our destination. As Lara thanked the driver and stepped out, the fear inside me threatened to take over completely. Oh god, this was it. We were here. And I was naked! Gulp!

For a moment, I wanted to flee. To tell the driver to turn around and take me home, so I could rush inside my apartment, put some clothes on, and forget that I'd ever embarked on this night in the first place. But as my heart beat faster and faster, Lara opened my door and offered her hand to help me step out. And as I looked up at her still-smiling face, I suddenly felt a lot less scared. With a deep breath, I took her hand and stepped out of the car. Just me, my pretty heels, and my coat.

As Lara closed the car door behind me and my means of escape drove off into the evening gloom, I gazed up at the house in front of us. We were standing in a picturesque side street. One of those parts of central London populated with enough rich people that it manages to feel quiet and peaceful despite being barely five minutes walk from the bustling nightlife of the West End. On each side of the street stood a row of elegant townhouses with ornate facades. The sort that would have been greedily turned into scores of flats anywhere else in the city, but here seemed to somehow still function as vast single homes for whoever was rich enough to afford them. The house we had been dropped off at was some four storeys high, if you counted the half-sunken lower ground level.

"This is the place," Lara nodded as she checked the details again on her phone, "And our tickets are right here. You... definitely still wanna do this?"

I felt a fresh rush of nerves as I again contemplated just how much I was at this woman's mercy this evening. I didn't have my phone with me, after all. Or my purse, money, anything. Apart from my coat and my heels. That was the extent of my control over this situation. The remainder, I was about to willingly relinquish to the elegant clothed woman alongside me. I took a deep breath, and squeezed Lara's hand.

"Yes, I do," I nodded back even as I quivered slightly, "But... just don't leave me, ok?"

She let out a warm laugh at this and squeezed my hand back tighter.

"Trust me, Kate. As soon as you take that coat off, I'm not gonna let you out of my sight..."

Ugh. That one little comment just heightened how turned on I was, as I saw Lara greedily anticipating admiring my nude body yet again. I couldn't help but smile back. Oh god!

With that, she led me up the short flight of concrete stairs to the door of the house, my heels clacking on the steps as I ascended. I felt comforted by Lara's affirmation that she would be with me through every moment of the evening, but I still had no idea what sort of evening I was about to step into.

I got an answer to that question when we saw who opened the door to check our tickets. We were greeted by the sight of a tall, graceful woman with long black hair tied up in a tight bob and a jewel-studded mask over her eyes to preserve her anonymity. My eyes widened as I was drawn to her incredible burlesque-style outfit, or relative lack of it. She wore delicate stockings and heels that were taller than mine, a lace thong that fully revealed her shapely hips and a patterned corset around her slender waist. Above the corset, I couldn't help but marvel at her full, firm and almost totally bare breasts, her modesty offered the scantest protection by two glittery, heart-shaped nipple pasties. Oh my!

"This is definitely the place," Lara couldn't help but smirk as she glanced over to see me staring, open-mouthed, at the sight of this incredible vision of womanhood standing casually in the open doorway of a house on a quiet public street in London.

I was still gawping as she stepped to one side and Lara led me inside. We entered a long, high-ceilinged hallway. The lighting was dimmed, but there was a healthy cavalcade of sounds coming from all directions. I heard music and conversation from somewhere down the hallway, but I also heard footsteps and noises from above, a staircase further down the hallway leading up to whatever was happening upstairs.

"The hostess will be with you in a moment," the mostly undressed woman said, her accent sounding vaguely Eastern European without me being able to place it exactly.

With that, she turned and slinked off down the hallway. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but continue to stare as her round thong-clad behind slowly disappeared from view. I suddenly felt a mild attack of jealousy. Why couldn't my bottom look like that? So many hours of painful gym work, and still it was too flat.

Oh no. Oh dear. As soon as my jealousy arrived, it gave way to a flurry of worry. If I really did take my coat off for the night, would everyone then be silently judging my own flat behind and slim hips and little breasts against these gorgeous, curvaceous European models in their tantalising burlesque gear? No, I don't like that idea at all.

Just as my internal strife was heightening all over again, and almost as if she could tell, I felt Lara reassuringly squeeze my hand.

"Still ok?" she whispered as we stood on the cusp of whatever was going on around us.

I looked back at her. Part of me honestly wanted to say no. To tell her that I wanted to leave, that I couldn't go through with all this. But something about her expression calmed me again, and reassured me. Lara was going to stay with me as long as I needed her to. She was here for me. And I could do it. Brave Kate. Proud Kate. Nude Kate.

"Yes," I nodded back, "I'm fine. Just a little--"

"Ah, welcome!"

Oh my god, I knew that voice! I recognised the soft, yet commanding tone before I even turned to see the owner of the voice in all her glory. My eyes boggled as I saw her walking towards us in a black ankle-length dress, pulling another burlesque girl carrying a tray of drinks behind her on a leash connected to a pretty little satin collar around her neck. As she arrived, I had to resist a sudden urge to sink to my knees in instinctive subjugation.

"Welcome," Mistress Veronica repeated with a warm smile, "To my little soiree. Well, actually, I don't run these... events, I merely offer myself to the wonderful women who do as a hostess. Am I to assume this is your first time at one of these... gatherings?"

What the hell?? This was Veronica's party?! What was she doing here? How many massive houses did she own? How rich was she? And what the hell was I supposed to do now? Our session was supposed to be private (even if I had blurted out all the filthy details to Lara), so am I supposed to act like I don't know who she is? Or greet her like an old friend? An old friend who, the last time I saw her, I had ended up nude on all fours and devouring her pussy in an effort to thank my mistress enough to win my clothes back. Oh Kate!

Veronica seemed far more at ease with the sight of me standing here. She nodded politely, but made no overt attempt to suggest that she'd met me before. Instead, she gently tugged on the leash in her hand and the stunning half-naked woman behind her slinked forward and proffered the tray of drinks for us. Four fragile glass flutes, two filled with fizzy champagne and two with orange juice. Both me and Lara opted for the alcoholic option, and I took a long gulp of the sparkling liquid to try and quell my fresh burst of nerves.

"Yes," Lara responded calmly as she gently sipped from her own glass, immediately making me a tad sheepish in contrast with my thirsty gulp, "First time. But we're both... really looking forward to it."

I remained mute, even as Veronica focused her attention on me. I resisted the urge to shrink back under the attention and smiled back as innocently as I could. Doing everything in my power to push away the intoxicating memories of my tongue exploring her wetness.

"I'm so very glad to hear that," she purred, "And please, allow me to show you both around. But first, my dear, let me take your coat..."

Oh god!!!

This was it. I felt everyone's eyes on me. Veronica, Lara, even the silent, half-dressed woman on the end of her mistress's leash. All now urging me to part company with my coat.

"Come on," Lara offered impishly from my side, "You don't want to keep that stuffy thing on all night, do you? Take your coat off, Kate..."

My pussy moistened as she spoke. I gulped audibly as the butterflies in my stomach were caught up in a tornado of trepidation. Was this even an acceptable thing to do at this sort of party? I mean, yes, there are semi-naked waitresses everywhere, some being led around on leashes. And yes, everything Lara had shown me about tonight suggested that it was an 'anything goes' night of exploration for everyone. But even so, was it really ok for me to just be totally nude? Shouldn't I at least be dressed suggestively, like Veronica's elegant leashed helper was? I hadn't even met any of the other guests yet, after all!

Oh dear, oh my. Be brave! Brave Kate!

I licked my lips, handed my glass to Lara, then began to unbutton the coat. I held my breath as my hands inched down, revealing more and more with every button. I found myself looking directly at Veronica and her 'assistant' as I worked, looking for the first sign on either of their faces that I was crossing some sort of boundary. But Veronica just watched on with an ever-growing smile as it became more and more obvious how little I was wearing. I even saw a trace of a smile on her masked assistant's face. Oh wow, that statuesque goddess in her suspenders and corset was excited to see my bare body as well! Suddenly, all of those silly fears about how I might measure up against these other women evaporated away.

But even if that relaxed me slightly, I was still holding my breath as I undid the final button and slowly eased the coat off my shoulders, revealing everything. My slender legs, my bald pussy, my flat stomach, my narrow hips, my breasts topped with my fully hardened nipples, everything. I slipped my single item of clothing off and then proffered my coat for someone to take, as I stood completely nude in the hallway, save for my pretty new stilettos.

"Well, well, well," Veronica laughed as she eagerly drank me once again, "I must say, I've always loved a woman who knows how to... dress for the occasion."

I felt my face flush, but I smiled back, my stomach now doing cartwheels inside as what I was doing slowly sank in. Veronica snapped her fingers and, seemingly out of nowhere, the original burlesque hostess who had greeted us at the door returned to us and took my coat from me, barely batting an eyelid at the sight of my naked body before she turned and walked off without saying a word. I watched the only item of clothing I'd brought with me disappearing down the hall. I was now completely, delightfully nude for the duration.

"We have a secure cloakroom," Veronica explained, "It'll be waiting for you at the end of the night."

I felt a cavalcade of feelings inside. I was terrified by the fact that I was now completely naked, but at the same time, I was thrilled at the idea of being like this. I was still somewhat self-conscious at having so many eyes on my body again, and yet I was gleeful at the feeling of my nude form being appreciated so completely. I was petrified at the idea of walking through to the rest of the party like this, but I was so turned on at the thought. And I was worried about losing my coat, but reassured by Lara's presence next to me.

Before I could fully process everything I was feeling, Veronica turned and gestured for us to follow, kicking off her tour of the party as she led her collared assistant along. As Lara handed me my champagne and I took another fortifying gulp of alcohol, she whispered to me as she nodded in the direction of the leash with an impish grin on her face.

"Hmm. Maybe we should get one of those..."

I felt my pussy almost spasm. Oh god, yes. Yes, Lara. Put a cute little collar on me. Lead me around on a leash, Lara. Totally in the nude, just like this--

Calm down, Kate!!

With all the energy I could muster, I forced my arousal back under control. And then Lara took my hand and we followed Veronica. And I walked onwards into the party. In my heels, and nothing more.

*****

I barely followed Veronica's tour, so all-consuming was the experience of being completely nude at this bustling house party.

Through every door, in every room, we walked into another crowd of happy guests, and I instantly became the centre of attention. Every set of eyes in every room turned gleefully towards the sight of this strange nude woman now freely walking through the house. And each fresh set of eyes sent another burst of fiery excitement across my skin.

We were shown the main lounge area, where there was comfortable seating and a lavish buffet table groaning under the weight of snacks and hors d'oeuvres. The side room that had been designated as the bar, where there was a similarly elaborate selection of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks. The large room towards the rear of the ground floor where the music was coming from, and which was serving as an improvised dancefloor. And so on. And each room was filled with eager pairs of eyes delighting in the sight of my bare body.

As we walked around, we saw so many women of all wonderful shapes and sizes in plenty of different outfits. Most of the other guests were dressed much as Veronica and Lara were, in elegant party dresses. Some were apparently getting more into the spirit of this night of exploration, and were stripped down to fancy underwear, or were dressed in similar burlesque-type outfits to the waitresses that were scattered around the place. It was an intoxicating mixture of glamour and exposed flesh wherever your eyes happened to wander.

Yet, through all of our tour, I was the only one who was completely nude, entirely on display to everyone's wandering gaze. It was such an incredible rush, even more than my previous experiences. Here, it was like there was no let-up in the feeling of being on show. There was nowhere I could hide away, even for a moment. The sensation of so many sets of eyes on me at once hit me like a thrilling wave of excitement and embarrassment. The intense state of exposure was perpetual, and absolute. Oh god, I felt so alive!

And it was doubly intoxicating because all the attention was clearly happy and appreciative of what I was doing. Nobody seemed shocked, or appalled, or disgusted at the sight of this nude woman being led through each room. There was an occasional smirk of amusement at my plight, which I wasn't overly thrilled about, but even that added an extra edge of helpless embarrassment to my entirely voluntary situation. And besides, I got a lot more smiles, or welcoming waves. One particular guest, who had been sitting on a sofa wearing nothing more than a lacy set of underwear, had even given me a lustful wink. Oh wow!

Despite my solo nude show downstairs, I got the idea that there was more bare flesh to be found on the upper floors. Vanessa didn't show us around up there, leaving it up to us to explore if we wished, but she candidly explained that the entire house was free for the guests to use. The only rule upstairs, she underlined, was that if the door to a room was closed, it should remain so. Whoever was inside didn't want to be disturbed. But if the door was open, anyone was free to enter and join in with whatever might be going on inside.

That made my already hyper-aroused brain suddenly flood with a fresh and deliciously erotic image. I pictured Lara leading me up the stairs to one of the rooms, lying me down on the bed and then starting to pleasure my bare body. Stroking, licking, caressing, and toying with me as she did so well. And with the door still wide open, I imagined a never-ending sequence of other party guests walking in to enjoy the show, or even to join in with the teasing of my body as I raced towards orgasm. Oh my god!!

Eventually, our tour returned to the lounge area, which was still bustling with conversation. I felt a helpless shiver pass through my body as I heard the low hum of voices briefly drop in volume as I walked back in, hand-in-hand with Lara, and everyone present turned their attention to my nude body once again.

"Well," Veronica purred, as I sensed plenty of eyes lingering on me, "That completes the tour. I'll leave you to relax here for a while. But I do hope to... see you later on."

Her eyes took me in yet again as she spoke, sending a further pulse of excitement through me as I allowed her to look. To look at my bare skin, my shaved pussy, my little hard nipples, now straining for attention out in front of me. I bit my lip with glee at the feeling of my body being so shamelessly appreciated yet again, recalling memories of my session with her out in the country, how I had submitted to her, but how much she had delighted in my nudity as well. Whatever else I experienced on my journey, and whether I would ever return to her for another session, I knew that memory would stay with me forever.

Just as Veronica prepared to leave us and walk off tugging her leashed helper behind her, we were approached by a couple of the other guests. Two particularly finely-dressed women walking arm-in-arm, who I recalled had been especially eagerly eyeing me up earlier.

"Sorry for intruding," the woman to the left smiled at me, "But we just had to come over here and compliment your outfit..."

I squirmed in excitement at the suggestion in her voice. They weren't complimenting my outfit, I wasn't wearing one! They were complimenting my body! They thought it was worthy of a compliment! Oh god, Kate, here's your ego again.

Before I could formulate a reply to their statement, Lara stepped in next to me. In a curious way, I found it even more arousing that she was answering on my behalf. As if I was merely some sort of erotic exhibit to be studied and enjoyed.

"I picked it out for her," she offered, running her hand over my 'outfit', her soft hand caressing my bare chest and setting off a mini fireworks display of arousal in my head as one of her fingers gently traced its way around my left nipple, "It really suits her, right?"

Warm laughter from the group, even as I gasped in joy from the sensation of being so flagrantly stimulated in front of this new audience. Not just the women around me, but any of the other guests in this room, getting distracted from their snacks, drinks and conversations by the sight of a nude woman having her body toyed with in full view of everyone.

"Oh yes," the woman on the right of the couple who had joined us smiled widely, "I'd say it suits her perfectly..."

I shivered in excitement as she suddenly reached out and stroked my bare stomach, joining in with Lara's stimulation of my bare body. Oh god! I bit my lip and tried to contain the growing wetness between my legs again. My mind went straight to the memory of those eight hands on my body during my session with Veronica. But somehow this seemed even more intense. Now I was being stroked and fondled right in the middle of a party!

"We were just about to... head upstairs," the other woman offered as her colleague moved her wandering hand down to my bare hip, "We'd love for you to join us..."

Gulp!

Oh my. I was starting to feel flustered from everything that was suddenly happening to me, all at once. The delightfully wandering hands teasing my bare skin, the continued sensation of standing totally nude in the middle of this bustling social gathering, allowing Lara and this mysterious new woman to touch me in front of everyone, and now the fact that I'd just been openly propositioned by these women. To join in with... whatever they were planning to get up to upstairs. Goodness!

"Maybe later," Lara politely offered on my behalf, as I remained helplessly mute and gently quivering under the touch of the hands on my skin.

Even though I was happy enough with Lara's answer, part of me worried whether we were breaking some sort of unwritten party code. Maybe at an 'anything goes' night of discovery, it wasn't the done thing to decline an offer like that. But I quickly realised I was being silly. Veronica had made it clear on our tour that guests were free to participate as much or as little as they wished, so long as they were comfortable. If we wanted to, we could just spend the whole night sitting fully clothed in the lounge, just talking. Well, I guess I couldn't do it fully clothed (tee hee!) but that was the general idea.

Still, part of me couldn't help but wonder, did I want to join these women? Was that another step on my journey? To allow myself to become some sort of little nude treat in whatever games they were planning on getting up to upstairs...?

No, Kate, I told myself in no uncertain terms. Lara's right. Maybe later!

With that, and feeling their eyes taking one last look at my bare body as they went, the two women walked off, followed by Veronica and her leashed assistant. I felt a deeper tingle inside at the latest knowing look she gave me as she passed, and tried to block out another devilish rush of memories from our session. How she had toyed with me, exposed me, pleasured me. My pussy started moistening all over again. Ugh, not now Kate!

Before I could fully calm myself down, Lara's free hand left my chest and she grabbed my hand, pulling me into a corner of the room. With my back now to the entire lounge area, I flushed with renewed excitement at the idea of the room of people behind me now focusing their attention on my bare bottom.

"Listen," she whispered to me, gently rubbing my arm and sending further prickles of arousal across my skin, "I should have said something earlier, but I didn't want to ruin the surprise. About, ah, Veronica..."

I suddenly forgot about the eyes on my behind, or the stimulation I was feeling, and focused more on what she was saying. With everything else I'd been through just now, I'd almost forgotten about my shock to discover that the lesbian domme I had once visited out in the Cotswolds also happened to be the hostess of this party. And all of a sudden, from the look on Lara's face, I began to feel like that wasn't a complete coincidence.

"It's just," she continued, "I mean, you told me, about... what you did with her. And, don't be mad, but I was thinking about ideas for your birthday and I..."

She paused for a moment and shrugged a little sheepishly.

"I mean, it didn't take a lot of googling to find 'Mistress Veronica'. I'm not really sure why I looked her up. I guess I thought I might... book you another session, as a gift. But then, her website had a link to... this."

She nodded her head in the direction of the party going on all around me. The one I was standing completely nude in the middle of.

Part of me wanted to be a little offended at the way she had been digging into my personal (ahem) affairs like that. But then, I was the one who had shared them with her. I'd revealed every deliciously filthy detail about my journey so far to her. Besides, she'd only been digging deeper in order to find a perfect birthday gift for me. And, as I felt the sensation of a dozen strangers gazing at my completely exposed behind, I couldn't deny that she'd succeeded in that ambition.

"It's ok," I smiled at her, rubbing her arm back supportively, "I love my present, Lara. I love it so much."

Her sheepish look gave way to a wider smile, as she took in my bare form in front of her. Ugh, yes, look at me, Lara. Look at my bare body! Even though it felt as though the eyes of the entire party were on me, I got a curious extra rush when I saw her eyes were on me. A special extra tingle somewhere in my stomach.

"So," I continued with a smile of my own, "What should we do now?"

In truth, I was a little overwhelmed now we'd been left to our own devices. What should we do now? Part of me was so turned on I wanted to grab Lara's hand, rush upstairs to the nearest available room and demand that she pleasure me. Part of me wanted to parade around the room and ask each woman here to stroke my body. Part of me wanted to run after Mistress Veronica and ask if she had another collar and leash I could wear (Oh god!). Part of me wanted more champagne. A lot more. And part of me just wanted to stay here in the corner with Lara, enjoying her staring at my nudity. It was all a little too much.

Although, I couldn't help but note, no part of me whatsoever wanted to walk straight to the cloakroom to rescue my coat, cover up and go home. Whatever I really wanted to do right now, I wanted to stay nude at this party.

Fortunately for my indecisive mind, Lara had an idea all of her own.

"Well," she mused with a knowing glint in her eye, "Truth is, there was a specific reason I wanted to bring you here. Another one of your... fantasies you showed me."

"What do you mean?" I gulped, my eyes widening as I tried to recall just how many of my nude fantasies I'd blurted out to Lara over the last few weeks. But if I was worried about where she might be going with this, I didn't need to be. My pussy sang with joy as she explained what she meant.

"You showed me those videos, remember? And that one in particular, of that naked girl in the nightclub, surrounded by all those people. You said that was your favourite."

I squealed with glee as she spoke. That video. The one of many I'd stumbled across online right at the start of my journey, of that beautiful nude woman somewhere in Eastern Europe, moving and swaying her completely bare body to the music in the middle of a group of appreciative clothed strangers. The one that, above all of the others, I'd pleasured myself to again and again, picturing me in her place. Oh my god!

Lara smiled wider and gestured in the direction of the music down the hall.

"So, you... wanna dance?"

*****

I was in heaven.

I felt like I'd said that more than once on my journey so far. But this time, I really meant it. Lara had promised to show me off tonight, and she had certainly kept her promise.

I moved my body along to the dance music blaring from the sound system inside the large room towards the rear of this huge house that had been designated the party's unofficial dancefloor, writhing and swaying with the beat. The lights were dimmed in here, but there was still enough light to keep my nude body entirely on display as I moved.

All around me, other partygoers danced as well. In their dresses, or their skirts, or even their underwear, depending on the night they were having. They all danced around my naked form. The dancefloor, such that it was, wasn't exactly packed. But with a flicker of delight, I noted that it was definitely busier than when we'd arrived. As if my presence here was starting to attract more and more of a crowd. Oh god, yes, everyone, come and look at me!

I no longer had to imagine myself in the place of that bold, brave naked woman in the video, being filmed in the middle of a packed Prague nightclub surrounded by delighted strangers. I was that bold, brave naked woman! Oh wow!

And the experience was even better than I'd ever dreamed it would be, even if it wasn't quite a packed nightclub. Almost every second, it seemed as though I received a thrilling reminder of my nudity. Whether it was from the delighted looks of the woman all around me, each of them greedily taking in my bare body, or the occasional tantalising sensation of someone's dress or skirt grazing my skin, instantly heightening the delicious contrast between their clothing and my nakedness, or even the times when Lara would move closer to me and grasp my bare hips as we danced together. Every second I was being sent deeper into a state of hyperactive arousal at the experience I was living. My skin was on fire, my nipples tingled with delight, and the wetness between my legs was growing every second. I hoped I could keep it together enough to stop the slickness from spreading to my thighs, but I couldn't make any promises, such was the power of the feeling.

And Lara wasn't the only one touching me. After a respectful period where the other dancers had been content to just watch and stare, as soon as Lara moved in closer to caress my body, a few other guests began to do the same, their wandering hands stroking their way across my back, my hips, even onto my bare bottom. Each of them checking with Lara if that was ok beforehand before moving in to dance with me closer, which kindled my submissive side a little more. Ugh, the way that they sought permission from her, rather than from me. As if I had no say in the matter, I was just a little nude plaything to enjoy as Lara saw fit.

Not that I wouldn't have eagerly said yes to anyone who wanted to touch me right here and now. And I still felt that element of control that I needed. If things got too much, Lara was still here with me. She'd rescue me, lead me away, even get my coat and cover me up if I really wanted all of this to end. And that was enough to let me fully commit to the moment.

There was something intoxicating about how I was being touched as well, about how each set of soft hands stroked my body. Maybe it was because it was all women, or maybe it was just that I was so wrapped up in the feeling that I didn't care, but the touches all felt wonderfully soft and sensual. This wasn't a bunch of people trying to grab a quick feel of a vulnerable naked girl, this was people wanting to caress me, stimulate me, and... enjoy me. Oh god, each touch was so incredible.

I lost track of time, forgot about any ideas I'd had to explore any other areas of the party. I just wanted to stay here forever, dancing under the dim lights, surrounded by my audience, being stroked and touched and played with. I wasn't the best of dancers, but it turned out that when you were totally nude, people didn't seem to care too much about that! I just swayed and moved to the music, and let myself enjoy every second. Enjoyed the feeling of wonderful nude freedom, the feeling of so many eyes on my body, the feeling of every subtle touch on my sensitive skin.

I was so wrapped up in the experience that, when Lara said that she wanted a drink, I let her go off to the bar by herself, leaving me in the middle of the throng of clothed dancing women all around me. I barely even noticed when she returned with more champagne, though I definitely did notice when she teasingly tried to give me a sip as I was still dancing, and half the glass of crisp, chilled liquid ended up splashing down my bare chest. Oops! But I just giggled and kept on dancing, my breasts and stomach now shining proudly where the light caught the drops of champagne on my skin. What a mess!

I didn't even really notice when I saw that Veronica had returned, and seemed to be talking to Lara about something. I was far too busy enjoying the sensation of a curvy red-haired woman stroking my hip. Oh god, the stimulations were endless. And incredible.

Eventually, Lara moved over to me again. And now I did notice the twinkle in her eye, and over her shoulder I saw a wide smile on Veronica's face. I quivered a little in anticipation. What have they been cooking up for me?! I purred in delight as Lara pulled herself in close, feeling the soft fabric of her dress on my skin as we danced together, shivering slightly as she ran her hands down my hips and round to my bare behind.

"Still enjoying yourself?" she smiled at me.

I nodded eagerly. There was no point denying it. This was the best (nearly) birthday party ever. I was literally living out a fantasy. I'd been nude for hours now, and had spent most of it dancing with these other women, my bare body being stared at, admired, touched and caressed all the while. I was even managing to keep back my inevitable worries and neuroses about whether this was all evidence that, deep down, I was just a great big narcissist, whose desire to be nude around other people amounted to nothing more than some sort of hidden level of obscene self-belief in how I looked. All that worrying could wait until later, right now I was, as I've surely made perfectly clear by now, in heaven. There was no way this feeling could get any more intense.

Inevitably, I was completely wrong about that.

"What were you talking to Veronica about?" I asked back as our bodies swayed together to the music, my leading question by itself a sign of how eager I was to see whether they really had cooked something else up for me.

I suppressed a moan as Lara smiled wider and moved her body across mine, her dress grazing itself against my hardened nipples.

"Oh, she was just wondering," she muttered into my ear as she moved around my body, switching herself so she was now standing behind me, her soft clothing rubbing against my bare back, "How... turned on you are right now..."

I didn't even have a moment to contemplate a response before one of Lara's arms, now entwined around me from behind, deftly dipped down towards my soaking pussy. Despite what she was doing, and where she was doing it right in the middle of the dancefloor, I didn't think about stopping her for a moment. I even parted my legs slightly further as I swayed to the beat of the song that was playing, inviting her to touch me, to feel my arousal.

I half-gasped and half-giggled as her soft fingers reached my wetness. My reaction was loud enough to cause a few of the women around us to glance at me. And with Lara now standing behind me, completely exposing everything she was doing to my body, it didn't take long for everyone present to see what was happening.

But her fingers only touched me where my body yearned to be touched for an instant, long enough to feel my wetness, but leaving me tantalisingly frustrated. I flushed slightly as she then held her hand up towards the smiling Veronica, her fingers glistening in the low light of the dancefloor. I even heard a couple of the women standing around me chuckling slightly at the sign of my out of control arousal. I don't know if it was shame, excitement, embarrassment or gleeful submission, but the sight of Lara flagrantly showing off my private juices to a crowd like that sent a fresh shot of fire through my body.

My heart began to thump in anticipation as I saw Veronica nodding back at Lara. Oh god, what did that mean? Was one of my other fantasies about to come true? Was Lara about to lead me upstairs and worship my naked body in front of a delighted audience? Would she invite them to join in? How many hands would be pleasuring me this time? My legs were shaking so much from the thought, I wasn't even sure if I'd be able to make it up the stairs.

As it turned out, that wouldn't be an issue.

I let out an involuntary moan as Lara's hand suddenly returned to my pussy. I gasped as she began to rub my clit more intensely. Oh god, here? She was going to do this here?! Was this even allowed--?

Don't be stupid, Kate, my helplessly overstimulated brain fired back. Remember what sort of party this is. If nobody had an issue with you dancing nude all night long, they're not going to have an issue with this sort of show. And besides, Veronica is right there. The hostess would step in if you were overstepping the rules of this 'night of self-discovery'. So just stop worrying and start... self-discovering!

I didn't need telling twice. I gave myself up to the feeling. Lara's busy hand went to work, and I even parted my legs even further, forgetting all about dancing, to allow her to slip two fingers inside my welcoming hole. My breathing got more ragged as I saw her gesture for two of the more delighted-looking members of my audience to come closer. Before I knew it, I had two mouths exploring my body, kissing my breasts, licking my nipples, in glorious unison with Lara's movements. Oh my god, it was like she was a conductor, effortlessly coordinating a symphony of pleasure on my nude body.

I lost myself entirely. My body began to writhe, my moans began to grow loud enough that the dance music almost became the secondary sound in the room. I closed my eyes to embrace what was happening, but without looking I was sure every eye was now on me. On what these women were doing to me, right here in public.

I felt more hands touching me, as some of the rest of my audience decided to participate in the show I was putting on. Hands on my hips, my thighs, my stomach, my back, my everywhere. I just stood there and let the whole glorious experience happen, feeling like my knees were on the verge of buckling from the power of what I was feeling.

It didn't take long for this level of wanton stimulation to have the desired effect. As Lara slowly increased the intensity of her movements, and my hips began to grind faster and faster against her hand, the orgasm built inside me, and I embraced it completely. Right there, in front of everyone.

So this was where my journey had taken me. From that confused young woman all those months ago who had watched an episode of Friends and found herself eating breakfast in the nude every morning, to a proudly naked exhibitionist with a chest coated in champagne, greedily and noisily climaxing from the touch of a dozen or more women in the middle of a crowded dancefloor. I'd never have thought that this was where I'd end up, but here I was. And I loved it! So, so much!

As I basked in the afterglow of the moment and panted to get my breath back, I felt Lara's soft hands supporting me from behind as my body weakened slightly from the shuddering orgasm I'd just enjoyed. I slowly opened my eyes to see Veronica beaming widely from across the dancefloor, while all around the other women smiled as well. A few of them even offered some applause for the show I'd just given them, which caused me to blush a little as the reality of what I'd just done began to sink in.

But I didn't allow myself to stay embarrassed for long. I was far too happy for that. Behind me, I felt Lara leaning in close to whisper in my ear.

"Happy birthday, Kate..."

*****

I forced myself to rest after the impromptu dancefloor show I'd put on.

Still nude, I retired with Lara to the lounge area to relax, bathing my post-orgasmic afterglow in another glass of champagne. At least this time the fizzy alcohol mostly found its way into my mouth and not onto my boobs!

Even in my becalmed state, we still attracted plenty of attention from the other guests, who seemed to need no excuse at all to come and spend some time with the naked lady on the sofa. And I was more than happy to bask in their attention. Some were intrigued by the sight of my nudity. Others had seen my, ahem, performance on the dancefloor. One or two even directly propositioned me with another invite upstairs, just as the two women earlier had done. I won't pretend I wasn't slightly tempted at the idea of submitting my nude body to whatever another stranger wanted to do with me upstairs. But I was also completely exhausted from my exertions on the dancefloor, so I politely declined.

In truth, I found that I was oddly happiest when the conversation was just... a conversation. When whichever party guests joined me and Lara just made small talk with us for a while, even as I sat amongst them completely bare. There was something wonderfully comforting about how my nudity was being accepted, and still enough furtive glances at my exposed form to keep the fiery thrill inside me burning brightly from their subtle attention.

Eventually, and before I even realised it, the party began to wind down and it was time to think about leaving. I let Lara go and retrieve my coat, and felt a little sad at the idea that I'd have to cover up again. Even though I knew I'd tear it straight back off again as soon as we stepped through my front door.

But I should have known by now that there was always another twist in my nude adventures, and I was only slightly surprised to see Lara return a few moments later, with Veronica for company, and tellingly without my coat. I felt a bristle of nervous excitement inside me immediately as I stood up to greet them.

"Darling," Veronica gushed at me, stroking her hand down my bare side in greeting and giving me another giddy little pulse of stimulation, "Your friend here tells me you're leaving, and she also tells me it's your birthday."

Oh no. Please no. Was that the twist? Were they going to get everyone to sing 'happy birthday' to me? Why the hell did that strike me as a deeply embarrassing situation when I'd been parading around all night in the nude? Oh Kate, you're so weird.

"Well," Veronica continued, "You've been such perfect company all night, I couldn't possibly let you go without giving you a gift..."

My eyes widened slightly. I saw Lara's face crease into a smile. Where was this going?

"A... gift?" I managed to reply, my voice again sounding tiny up against Veronica's wall of serene confidence.

"Yes, darling. Please allow me to express my gratitude for your... company tonight. I want you and your friend to go home in my car. I've just called my driver, she's already pulled up outside."

"I don't know about you," Lara offered, "But that sounds better than calling another Uber..."

I smiled as she took my hand and led me away from the final throes of the party, back into Veronica's hallway and towards the front door. One of the burlesque waitresses opened the door as we approached, and I was suddenly hit by a gust of cold air on my skin that reminded me of one crucial fact.

I was still naked!

"Um," I managed, stopping on the spot, "Lara... m--my coat?"

Lara's smile widened. From behind me, Veronica spoke up.

"Ah yes," she purred knowingly, "I took the liberty of sorting that out. Your coat is waiting for you in the car..."

Oh my god!!

I stifled a gasp as I put two and two together. This was what Lara and Veronica had planned for me! They wanted me to walk right out of the house, into the cold London air, all the way down to the car, completely nude!

Oh wow. Could I? I mean, it was only a few steps, down the stairs to the pavement and then into the waiting car. Plus, it was well after one in the morning, and we weren't exactly on a busy road. Even in the middle of central London, there was probably nobody around. Plus, I'd had daring nude moments in public before. Why not push myself to have another one?

And yet... this was a little more than being nude on a random beach in Spain. Or even on the beach in Lara's town at nearly 4am. This was London! Geographically-speaking, at least, my office was within walking distance of where we were right now! Surely the chances of me stepping outside and being instantly spotted by a passing motorist, tourist or cyclist was far greater than anywhere else.

I felt a shiver pass through me, even as Lara leaned in to me.

"If it's too much," she whispered surreptitiously, "I can go get your coat..."

My heart melted at this. Despite the new delicious predicament she had put me in, sticking to her dedication to push me to new experiences in my journey, she was also continuing to ensure that I was completely happy with what was happening. Oh Lara. Lovely Lara!

But... was I completely happy with this? Did I want to run the risk of being caught nude in the middle of London? The chill air from outside continued to tantalise my bare skin, as if it was calling me forwards...

Brave Kate. Proud Kate. Nude Kate.

"Well," I said, as confidently and definitively as I could muster, turning back to Veronica, "Thank you for a wonderful party."

With that, and keeping a tight hold of Lara's hand (partly to cover for how much I was shaking, and partly because I really didn't want her to leave me right now), I took a deep breath and walked forward. Teetering on my gorgeous new heels, I left the privacy of the party behind and entered the public world. Nude.

Oh god, the rush. The rush! Just as I'd hoped, even as I quickly scanned the street outside from side to side, there was nobody about. But still, the sensation of naughtiness as I stepped into the cold night air was incredible. I felt the chill air all over my exposed body, felt a thrilling burst of nervous fear inside at the reality of what I was doing, felt my pussy beginning to moisten all over again at the unashamed thrill of baring myself like this. It was another wonderful new experience in another night of firsts for little nude Kate!

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I whispered to Lara as we descended the stone steps towards the waiting car, my heels clicking with what felt like deafening sound with each step I took, in a way that I was sure was going to cause someone somewhere to peer through their curtains to see what all the noise was about.

"I can," Lara smiled back, squeezing my hand a little tighter as we reached the bottom of the steps.

I glanced over and smiled at her, briefly giving up on my efforts to keep a sharp eye out for any passers-by. The supportive tone of her voice made me want to go even further. I suddenly didn't want to just hurriedly climb into the car to hide my bare body away again. I wanted to stand here for a while, or to twirl on the spot, or to race off and run up and down the whole street, bare boobs bouncing in front of me.

Mercifully, before my stupid side had the chance to take things too far and I found myself getting arrested for trying to streak all the way home, Lara reached out and opened the car door, gesturing for me to get in. I said a silent nude goodbye to central London, and not for the first time in my journey, I felt the sensation of cold car seat leather under my bottom as I slid into Veronica's car.

It wasn't quite a limousine, but it was a huge car. A big fancy saloon painted black, with tinted windows all around. It reminded me of the sort of car you saw on the news driving politicians to Downing Street. Inside, I was surprised but relieved to see a tinted privacy divider in place between the front and the rear seats. Somehow that made me feel even more comfortable about the fact that I was completely nude, although I was also pleased to see that, true to Veronica's word, my coat was hanging up on a hook inside the car.

Lara slipped into the seat next to me, and as soon as she closed her door, the unseen driver pulled away. Instantly I was treated to a fresh thrill. The all-round tinted windows meant that we were hidden away inside, but we could see clearly outside. As we left the quiet side street and returned to more main roads, even at this late hour, there were still people out and about. And a car like the one we were in attracted plenty of attention. Which meant whoever we passed as we drove back through the city tended to look at us. It felt like they were looking right at me, at my nude body, even though I knew they couldn't really see me. Ugh, but the feeling of exposure was still there. Wonderfully there.

As we drove on, Lara gently shifted across in her seat and her hands found my body again. I was so turned on all over again that I happily allowed her to touch me, stroke my skin, delicately rub my nipples. I melted into her all over again.

"You were incredible tonight," she smiled at me as I purred gently from her actions, which effortlessly kept me stimulated without pushing me too far.

"I loved it," I sighed back, as my mind recalled every moment of the night I'd just had. Every glance at my body, every touch, everything, "Thank you, Lara. For the best birthday ever!"

Her smile widened a little at this, and a familiar twinkle developed in her eye as she sent another little shudder of pleasure through me with a teasing flick of my nipple.

"Well," she replied, "It's not quite over yet..."

I giggled with joy as we drove on. Revelling in every caress from Lara's hands, and every unknowing look from each pedestrian outside.

Eventually, we got back to my apartment building, with Lara's hands teasing me every step of the way. I wasn't quite brave enough to walk nude back to my apartment, and ended up rather undignifiedly putting my coat back on in the back of the car before stepping back outside. But as promised, my coat came back off seconds after I walked through my front door. Almost immediately after my body was freshly exposed, Lara led me to my bedroom and I let her hands go to work once again.

And with that, my most unforgettable birthday party came to a very happy ending.

To be continued...