Chapter 20 - And... Scene

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 20 - And... Scene

In which Kate reaches the happy end of her journey, with the promise of plenty more nude days to come...

"Um, excuse me?"

I was so turned on.

No, wait, stop it, Kate. You're not turned on. You're annoyed. Annoyed and embarrassed, remember?

Despite that reminder of how I was supposed to be feeling, I struggled to focus as the sudden all-over rush that accompanied the sight of the two sets of eyes locking onto me began to alluringly course through my body. No Kate! Naughty Kate! Concentrate!

"Sorry," I continued, "I didn't mean to disturb you, but have you seen a woman about my age? Dark hair, patterned bikini, carrying a shoulder bag?"

In front of me, the middle-aged couple glanced at each other and shook their heads, before turning their attention thrillingly back to me. Concentrate, Kate!

"Sorry," the woman offered back, "No, we haven't."

"Ugh," I sighed, kicking at the sand with my bare foot, "Typical. That girlfriend of mine has walked off somewhere again. And look how she's left me!"

I gestured down, silently imploring them to ignore the unwritten rules of the beach and take in my entire body. All the while maintaining my best irritated look on my face. I was supposed to be annoyed, after all.

I stood before the couple, completely nude. My bare, tanned skin still glistened with droplets of water from my briefest of swims in the chilly autumnal sea. Clearly, my hardened nipples were a sign of that experience, and not of how turned on I was. Because I wasn't turned on, was I? I was annoyed. It was very important that I was annoyed.

Down in front of me, calmly lying out on their towels, the nude man and topless woman both responded to my invitation by briefly breaking with protocol and glancing up and down my body. I suppressed another overwhelming burst of delightful arousal at the feeling of being so utterly and totally seen.

"Well," the man chuckled eventually, forgetting himself for a moment at the sight of my glistening skin, "I'm not sure I see the problem!"

"Peter," the woman gently chided, slapping his arm in admonishment, "Don't be so mean to the poor girl."

Despite my very realistic annoyance, I managed a slightly coquettish smile as I squirmed a little on the spot.

"No, it's fine," I replied, "I suppose it is a bit funny, isn't it? I mean, look at me!"

I gestured at myself again, worrying for a moment that I was laying it on too thick. But once again, they both willingly complied with my open invitation. Oh yes, look at me! Both of you, look at my naked body!

I felt the wetness begin to grow between my legs, and forced myself to calm down. Don't get too carried away, Kate! Calm down. Just... be annoyed.

Except, not too annoyed. That was also important. Not so annoyed by my nude plight that I accidentally teetered over into appearing to be upset. The last thing I wanted was for the couple in front of me to think I was in serious peril, or needed them to call for some help. That really wasn't the point of what I was doing.

After all, while Lara had indeed decided to walk off and leave me all alone at the nude beach with no clothes, no belongings, not even a towel to protect my modesty, she'd be back eventually. Because she was doing exactly what I'd told her to do. She had waited for me to go for the quickest of swims in the decidedly chilly water, and had then casually walked off and left me 'stranded'. Right now, I was sure she was happily watching on from some corner of the beach as I put on a one-woman naked show for my middle-aged audience.

It wasn't the first time we'd played this little game, and I was starting to wonder whether some of the regular beachgoers had already realised what we were doing. But right now it was playing out wonderfully. I'd returned from my swim to find Lara missing, just as I'd pictured in my fantasies during my first visit to the beach. And now I was in the middle of scurrying around the beach, asking random people if they'd seen her. And giving them all ample opportunity to unknowingly stimulate my exhibitionist needs by taking in my wet, nude form. It was such a wonderful way to spend an hour on a Saturday afternoon, even if it was effectively just an elaborate game of hide and seek.

We didn't do it every time we came here. That would make it too obvious. Usually, we'd just walk on the sand, or lie in the sun. Lara in her bikini and sarong, and me in nothing at all. But today, with the chill in the air reminding me that it wouldn't be long before winter curtailed any proper beach fun for a few months, I'd wanted to act out our little game again. And so, here I was, nude and stranded. So deliciously stranded.

It was all fiction, I knew that. And as a result, I wasn't getting the same terrified thrill inside that I might've imagined in my naughtier fantasies on this sort of theme. It wasn't quite the same as if I really was trapped here, completely nude and helpless. But equally, the fictitious nature of my plight meant that I felt free enough to enjoy myself. To have fun with the little role play that me, my bare body, and my two audience members were a part of.

Lara would be back soon to bring my performance to an end, doubtless with some entirely plausible excuse for everyone to overhear about why she'd decided to walk off with all of my clothes for so long. But for now, I was free to enjoy myself.

"Well, thanks anyway," I smiled coyly at the couple, feeling butterflies in my stomach as the man stole another guilty glance at my exposed pussy, "I guess I'll keep looking..."

With that, and making sure that I turned around slowly enough to allow them a perfect view of every inch of my exposed flesh, I scurried across the sand to my next audience. I worked hard to suppress a gleeful giggle as I approached the next two middle-aged women, both lounging out on towels in just their bikini bottoms.

I was supposed to be annoyed, after all.

"Um, excuse me...?"

*****

"You must be warm in that."

"Oh, ah, n--no, not really."

I mustered the most casual of smiles back, even as my stomach did a cartwheel inside me.

Oh god. Do they know? Can they tell??

I kept up my casual smile as the group of young hikers looked back at me and Lara where our paths had crossed on a particularly secluded stretch of the woodland trail we'd been walking down.

The group of five, three men and two women, all in their early 20s, had appeared almost out of nowhere. We'd just heard their voices from around the corner in enough time for me to grab my coat from Lara's hand and dive behind a tree to pull it on. But even now it was tightly buttoned around me, my heart was thundering inside my chest.

They could tell. I was sure of it. Why else would they ask if I was warm? I mean, yes, it was a big heavy coat. And yes, it was a milder than usual autumn day. But it was still an odd comment to pass out of nowhere. One of the girls had a coat almost as big as mine on, for goodness' sake!

As I squirmed inside my coat and felt myself growing ever more aroused at the situation I was in, Lara effortlessly stepped in on my behalf.

"She gets cold easily," she offered to the group in front of us, "I've been trying to get her to take it off and enjoy the sun, but she won't listen to me."

Oh god. I saw the knowing grin on her face. She was teasing me again. Immediately turning another uncomfortable situation into an opportunity to stimulate me further. She was almost daring these hikers to push the matter further, to persist in their efforts to get me to take off my coat. And... daring me to do it. To show these strangers exactly what I had on underneath my heavy, uncomfortable coat.

Which was, of course, nothing at all. All my clothes were miles away, back at my apartment. I'd driven me and Lara out here in nothing but my hiking boots and my coat.

I saw all five strangers smiling at me, and I forced a smile back. Trying to ignore my thumping heart and the increasing moistness between my legs, as I contemplated whether I could do it. Could I open up my coat, even just to give them a quick flash of my nude body? How might they react? Ugh, Kate, calm down!

Mercifully, and as if she could sense how close I was to doing something stupid, Lara stepped in again to rescue me.

"Is the river just up that way?" she asked, pointing behind the group in the direction they had come from.

This seemed to distract them from me and my coat. I suppressed a little sigh of relief.

"Yeah," one of the men in the group nodded, "Just around the corner and you'll be able to see it as the path loops around."

"Off for a swim?" one of the women asked, her focus back on me.

Eek! She does know!

I calmed myself again and managed a nervous laugh. She doesn't know anything, Kate. Calm down!

I was pretty sure I wasn't going for a swim today. When Lara had talked about our plan for the day, she had suggested nothing more than a short hike out to the river, a picnic when we got there, and then a walk back to the car. This was my first proper nude hike, after all, after my failed attempt when I'd driven here on my own. And she thought it was best that we didn't do too much, too soon.

"Um," I offered back with a shrug, "It's a... bit too cold for that."

Polite laughter from the group, even as Lara gave me another knowing glance and then rolled her eyes.

"Honestly," she sighed theatrically to the others, "If you think that coat's too much, you should see what she's got on under it..."

I suppressed another all-over quiver of excitement as she flirted with the boundaries of my situation again. Oh god! Oh yes! Oh Lara!

But she clearly knew better than to push me any further. I was sure she knew that she'd already done enough to cause my pussy to wantonly moisten under my coat, just from even mentioning the possibility of me taking my coat off in front of these strangers. And so she casually thanked the group and walked off down the path. I blushed my own thanks at them and then scurried off after her.

"You're so bad!" I laughed at her as I caught her up.

"Ah, you don't mean that," she grinned back.

And I didn't.

After a moment, she stopped again and looked behind us. I turned to see that the group of hikers were now out of sight around the corner, heading off back towards the car park. My pussy moistened a little more as I saw her turn back to me with a devilish smile. I already knew what was coming next.

"But, now we're alone again," she offered, holding her hand out in expectation, "I think I should have that coat back..."

Oh Lara!!

*****

"I really am sorry about this."

"That's ok."

I felt myself blushing all over, even as the woman in front of me continued to wrestle with the jammed lock. Mainly because, as she worked, she was also occasionally glancing across at where I was standing.

Where I was standing, completely nude.

What a mess I'd gotten into this time! How was I supposed to know that this particular locker in the changing rooms at Lara's gym had a notoriously unreliable lock? And what were the chances of me trapping my towel in the door just as I slammed it shut? Not only trapping all my clothes inside, but tearing my towel away from my body as well? Ugh, what an utterly embarrassing and completely unforeseen sequence of events! And now I was stuck here in the nude, as the assistant that Lara had fetched to help worked to extricate my clothes from inside, with my body completely on display.

I stifled a rush of arousal inside me as Lara supportively draped her arm around me and rubbed my bare hip.

"I really can't take you anywhere, can I?" she muttered to me, knowing full well how her gentle strokes of my skin were sending crackles of energy through me, even as I was being so entirely turned on by the situation I was in.

But I wasn't supposed to be turned on. I was supposed to be embarrassed! Silly clumsy Kate, stuck nude in the changing room!

"It's not my fault," I whined back, "I didn't know the stupid locker door was going to break like this!"

A lie. I knew it would, because Lara had explained how it would. Granted, it had taken a few practice slams of the door to figure out how to make the lock catch in the wrong way. Granted, I'd had to wait for anyone else in the changing room to leave us before I deliberately snagged my towel in the door. And granted, Lara knew the knack to opening the stubborn door if it ever played up as it was currently doing. And further granted, just in case our plan backfired and my clothes really did get stuck in there forever, Lara had a spare outfit for me in her own locker. But the assistant didn't need to know any of that, did she?

I looked back at the locker just in time to catch the blonde-haired assistant sneaking another look at me and Lara. Me completely exposed and Lara freshly showered and demurely dressed in her woollen top and jeans. Hmm, was it the delicious unfairness of my naked plight and her clothed comfort that had caused the assistant's eyes to wander. Or was it just... the sight of my totally bare body? Ugh, calm down Kate!

"Don't worry," the younger woman managed as she snapped her attention back to the door, "It's happened before, there's a knack to fixing it..."

"Should I go get someone else?" Lara couldn't help but ask, heightening my arousal a little further at the idea of my audience growing.

"Nah," she replied, fiddling with the lock, "I'll get it, don't worry."

In the back of my mind, another impish thought developed. If Lara knew the knack to opening the door when it jammed like that, shouldn't the employees know it as well? Was this assistant... deliberately taking her time to get it open again, to prolong the time I was exposed in front of her? Surely not! But... maybe?

As she continued to work, I turned back to Lara and persisted in my role as the embarrassed and unfortunate victim in this situation.

"You could at least let me use your towel, Lara," I pointed out with a deliberate hint of desperation, "I'm totally naked here!"

"Ah, it's fine," my gleeful tormentor replied with another stroke of my hip, "She'll have it open in a second. And I'm sure she's ok with you standing there like that, right?"

"Oh," the assistant managed, with a slight smile, "Um, yeah, it's fine."

Ugh. The thrilling sense of unfairness that was playing out toyed with my arousal even more. The two of them had just agreed between themselves that it was fine for me to stay standing here in the nude, without even the dignity that a spare towel would offer. And I hadn't been asked for my own opinion! I was just expected to stay here, totally bare, until my clothes were recovered!

Of course, that was exactly what I wanted to do. But the fact that I hadn't even had a say in the matter was like fuel to the submissive edge of the raging fire of stimulation inside me. My pussy was moistening enough for me to already be itching to get back home and drag Lara straight to bed.

But for the time being, as Lara continued to stroke my bare hip, I was determined to enjoy every moment of this delicious situation.

I watched the flustered assistant continue to work at the stubborn lock, and prayed that she didn't fix it any time soon...

*****

"Oh, I didn't realise you'd arrived."

I smiled at the familiar face of Nicole on my sofa and kept my hand tightly grasped on the knot of my towel. I was fresh out of the shower, my hair still wet on my shoulders, and the last thing I wanted was for my towel to fall in front of my guest like that.

Wasn't it?

Nicole, for her part, smiled back at me. Seemingly unconcerned by my surprise at her appearance. Nor by my state of undress.

I'd wanted to have her over ever since me and Lara had figured out our situation, and we had gone from an often-nude woman and her appreciative friend to an official couple (who just happened to be an often-nude woman and her appreciative friend). For no reason other than it was nice for my new girlfriend to meet my friends at some point. And so, I had dragged Lara to London again, and invited Nicole round.

And oh, what rotten luck! She'd showed up while I was in the shower! Oh dear!

"Yes, I've arrived," Nicole replied, "Lara's just gone to fetch some refreshments."

Right on cue, Lara walked into the living room carrying two glasses of wine. We made the briefest of knowing moments of eye contact before she offered one to Nicole and handed one to me.

I felt my heart flutter a little as I deliberately removed my hand from the knot of my towel to accept the second glass that Lara proffered to me.

I'd never have realised it all those months ago when I had first lost my towel on my own out in the hallway, but there's a real knack to making your towel innocently fall off after you let go of it, versus being seen to have just deliberately dropped it. And neither Nicole nor Lara needed to ever know how long I'd spent practising that particular trick in the bathroom mirror over the last few days.

But there was definitely a knack to it. The knot had to be strong enough for the towel to initially stay in place (because obviously no normal person would let go of their towel if they knew the knot wasn't going to hold) but weak enough that it would fail without the need for me to have to shake or knock it loose somehow (because, again, no normal person would deliberately shimmy their towel off in front of people). There was a perfect point in between the two where it would hold for long enough that the inevitable moment when my only cover fell from my body would look like an unfortunate accident. And I got it just right.

I gasped in shock as I felt the knot give way, just as one should when their towel was about to fall. And that was just enough to ensure that both Lara and Nicole's full focus was on me as it hit the ground and left me standing nude in the living room, face reddening to the same shade as the wine in my glass.

"Shit!" I cried out, keeping up what I was certain was an Oscar-worthy performance as I squirmed on the spot, "Lara, my towel!"

Lovely Lara now picked up her side of the performance, chuckling warmly at my clumsy faux pas and grabbing my damp towel from the floor. And, of course, deciding not to hand it back to me or hold it up as cover.

"Ah," she tutted as she studied the fabric in her hands, "You know, this is a couple of days old, isn't it? Best pop this in the washing machine. I'm just about to do a load."

"Lara!" I squealed, angrily placing my free hand on my bare hip and gesticulating at her with my wine glass, "You can't do that! I'm standing here in the nude!"

She smiled at me again and shrugged, then glanced at the patiently amused face of Nicole where she sat on the sofa.

"Well, I'm sure your friend's seen it all before, right? Besides, you can just go and get dressed now. You've dried off already."

With that, and without waiting for another plaintive attempt from poor little nude me to get her cover back, she turned and walked back to the kitchen, towel casually in hand. Leaving me standing totally naked in front of Nicole. Ugh, my pussy was already starting to moisten from the situation. Focus, Kate!

I turned to Nicole and shrugged apologetically.

"S--Sorry," I managed, "I, um, just got back from the gym, so I needed to..."

Nicole sipped her wine and shook her head slightly, as she studied the latest sight of my bare body that she had been given.

"And why do I get the feeling that wasn't an accident?" she sighed in amusement.

Oh god. Of course Nicole saw through my silly little performance. Ugh, was she going to be offended by me again finding an excuse to be nude in front of her? She'd made it clear that she didn't want our friendship to go in that direction after our... experience on holiday, after all. But then, this wasn't like that. It wasn't just me and Nicole. It was me, Nicole and Lara. That was different enough. Right?

"Um," I managed to respond, the fire of exposure still tingling my skin all over, "I... guess it wasn't, no. Not really."

There didn't seem much point in lying, now she'd immediately seen the truth. I remained standing nude, with my glass of wine in hand, but I prepared to accept that Nicole still wasn't happy with this, and to return to my bedroom to get dressed. Like a normal person.

Eventually, Nicole simply shook her head again.

"So, let me guess," she offered with a patient smile, "Now we've seen you naked, you may as well stay like that all night...?"

A quiver of delight passed through me. Oh yes. She wasn't upset. She was happy for me to stay like this! All night!

"I mean," I shrugged back, gesturing to my bare body where I stood, "You've already seen everything, I suppose."

She's done more than seen everything, I couldn't help but smile internally, thinking back to that stolen moment on holiday in Spain. The first time I'd been pleasured by a woman. If the fleeting touch of my breast by Lara back on the beach had first kindled this previously undiscovered part of my sexuality, then Nicole had very much been the one that had fully stoked the fire. Just the memory of that moment, when she had so delicately stripped me in my bedroom at the villa and then brought me to a shuddering orgasm against the wall with her talented fingers, caused a hint of wetness to develop between my legs.

"I suppose I have," she smiled back across the room.

Just as I felt like I couldn't be more content, Lara returned from the kitchen with a glass of wine of her own. She theatrically sighed as she saw me still standing in the middle of the room, completely nude.

"Not getting dressed then?" she asked with a smirk, already knowing my answer.

I shook my head anyway, and smiled widely as she stepped over to me, wrapping her arm around me and giving me a supportive kiss.

"Well," she said after a moment, stroking her hand down my bare back to send little bursts of tingling energy shooting into my brain, "How about I sit with Nicole and get to know your friend, and you go get us some snacks?"

"Ok," I nodded again, setting my glass down on the dining table behind me and setting off for the kitchen.

I was so giddy with the latest happy nude situation I was in, I didn't even realise what I'd just agreed to. Until I squealed from the unexpected thankful little spank Lara delivered to my bare bottom as I walked off. Oh wow!

"Thank you, waitress..."

As I retreated to the kitchen, hearing the happy chuckles from Lara and Nicole as I did so, I laughed to myself as I prepared for another unforgettable evening...

*****

It was tame. I knew it was. It was all so very tame.

But... I think I liked tame.

After all of the nude adventures I'd had on my journey to get here, the risks I'd taken, the uncomfortable situations I'd gotten myself into, the times I'd been sure that things were going too far, I was ready to keep things tame from now on.

I wasn't sure exactly how to define what we were doing. But whatever it was, we both took great delight in doing it. Between us, we would come up with simple new scenarios where I could plausibly wind up nude and exposed in front of some sort of audience. Or at least play around with the idea of winding up like that. Sometimes, like on my first nude hike, I thought better of it once I was actually there. And thankfully, I had Lara there to help make sure I (only just!) avoided going too far. I was... in control.

We kept to strict rules when it came to our little bits of theatre. As well as Lara making sure that I was comfortable with everything we did, we both made sure that nothing we did upset anyone who unwittingly became a character in our scenarios, or made them think that I was in need of anything other than a bit of gently amused support at my latest naked plight. And as we began to play out our little ideas, I was delighted to discover that nobody really seemed to mind being around my bare body! What a wonderful feeling!

So yes, it was tame. It wasn't exactly being bundled into a car and driven miles away from any of my clothes, or winding up trapped nude in Lara's kitchen with two complete strangers inches away from finding me, or any of the more lurid fantasies my hyperactive mind might have conjured up over the last few months. I wasn't being paraded around town nude and on the end of a leash, as I'd fantasised about with Veronica. Or stranded naked in the middle of nowhere, with the prospect of having to hitchhike all the way home in the nude, as I'd pictured after my time with Nicole, Maria and Ange on holiday. Or even being driven around London totally bare, without the protection of tinted windows, as I'd masturbated to after my trip back from the party with Lara.

Which wasn't to say that I definitely wasn't interested in finding some way to explore those more risky situations. Just that, right now, I was more than happy to keep those on the fantasy side of things, rather than reality. I was sure that it was far more fun to imagine those sorts of scenarios than actually experience them.

We also worked on some nude roleplays behind closed doors, when it was just me and Lara together. Situations that, perhaps, would be a little trickier for us to stay in control of in the outside world, or even that didn't need the addition of any extra characters, so we kept things between ourselves.

In one, which was a callback to one of my first-ever fantasies on this journey, Lara was an artist and I was her model. And, of course, Artist Lara's speciality was drawing nudes. She would have me disrobe, then stand in the middle of the living room and assume a variety of increasingly explicit poses while she sketched me on a drawing pad. It was every bit as erotic as I'd imagined. The fact that, by virtue of what she was doing, her eyes had to almost constantly be on my skin. The fact that I had to remain perfectly still and totally naked, in whatever pose she had me assume. In hindsight, I was glad I never plucked up the courage to actually sign up for any of the life drawing classes I researched. If I'd have gone through this with a dozen or more people's eyes on my body, I'd have exploded!

If that roleplay leaned into the erotic, another leaned more into my submissive and reluctant side. Again, I was a model, but this time Lara was a photographer, a domineering one that was always eager to get naive young women like myself to pose nude. She would slowly but surely convince and coerce me into getting more and more on display. First having me do some bikini shots, then in my underwear, then topless, and finally almost demanding that I take off my panties and put everything in front of her lens. We even went as far as to pick up an old camera from a second-hand store as a prop. There was never any film inside, but it made a satisfying click-and-flash every time Lara pressed the button, adding a delicious credibility to the fantasy as she had me strip bare, touch my nipples, part my legs and rub myself for the camera. Ugh, my submissive side loved every second of it.

But my more confident side loved another of our roleplays, where it was my turn to lead the action. I was a famous nudism advocate and Lara was a young reporter who had been sent to interview me at home. Of course I was nude for the duration (I had to practice what I preached now, didn't I?), and the usually supremely confident Lara played up her role as the flustered inexperienced reporter confounded by my naked self-confidence. I adored this one because it served a dual role in our ongoing relationship. Lara could use her questions to probe my exhibitionist desires further, and begin to sew the seeds for more potential role playing scenarios in the future. But I also adored it because, unlike most of the others, I would eventually convince Lara to shed her clothes as well. After all, my proudly naked character reasoned, the only way to truly understand the joys of nudism is to embrace nudism yourself. So her clothes had to go, slowly but surely, until we were two proudly nude women, smiling back at each other from across the table.

Regardless of the scenario we played out, they always ended the same way. Eventually, either artist and muse, photographer and model, or activist and journalist would succumb to the passion that was growing between them. Sometimes we'd make it to the bedroom, other times we'd just hungrily devour each other right there and then, on the floor of the living room. Our hands and our tongues would explore each other's bodies in glorious unison. Each time, the feeling was breathtaking. It was bliss.

And then there was--

*****

"Are you done yet?"

I paused, mid-sentence, and scrunched up my face, looking away from the laptop screen and up at the patient face looking down at me.

"Nearly," I replied.

"You said that half an hour ago," Lara sighed again, "Now put that away and help me decide what we're watching tonight. There's too much choice here for one girl."

I lay stretched out on the sofa, nude, with my head in her lap. My laptop was balanced on my stomach with the screen shining brightly. Lara sat back with the TV remote in her hand, endlessly flicking through a cavalcade of different channels and streaming platforms.

And I met her comment with a shrug as I gazed up into her deep blue eyes.

"I know. But... I need to tell them the rest of it, don't I?"

"No," she smiled patiently, "You need to help your indecisive girlfriend. Honestly, you're never off that stupid laptop these days."

"Aw, don't be so grumpy," I pouted, playfully poking her in the stomach through her soft woollen sweater, "I just need to get this finished."

She sighed again and set the remote to one side, giving me her full attention. Or at least, after she'd allowed herself a brief glance down at my bare form. That simple action was still enough to set off giddy fireworks in my head. Oh Lara!

"Kate," she replied with a slightly more serious tone, "Stop overthinking this. You already got it finished, ok? There's no more story to tell."

I dropped my head back down to look at my laptop screen and considered this statement for a moment.

"But... what about--?"

"What about the thrilling story of how we managed to keep things going long distance for a while as you ran down your apartment lease in London and managed to negotiate a remote working job for yourself? Or the exciting tale of how you got us to move all your stuff out to my place in three really long boring trips in your car, because you didn't want to use a removal company? Or the erotically-charged chapter of your life where we started searching for a place to buy together, our here on the coast? I think they can all survive without those details. Trust me."

"I mean," I shrugged again, "They might wanna hear about--"

She instantly silenced me in a wave of helpless delight as she deftly traced a finger down to my chest, circling my sensitive nipples which both hardened instantly. My girlfriend once again expertly teasing her nude partner into a mini-frenzy as she lay in her lap.

"I think what they want to hear about is these," she chuckled as she continued to toy with my little breasts, "And they've already heard plenty about them..."

I giggled naughtily under her touch, but couldn't quite bring myself to let go.

"I know," I sighed, "It's just..."

My words drifted away. I wasn't quite sure what the problem was. Why I couldn't just set the laptop aside and settle down for a lovely nude evening on the sofa with my girlfriend. Inevitably, as she always seemed to, Lara had the answer.

"It's just... now you've gotten to the end, you don't want the story to be over. You're enjoying this so much that you want to keep going, even if there's nothing more to say."

I looked back up at her. This woman I'd randomly met during my first expression of public nudity all those months ago on the beach, and who I had found again in such a wonderful way. The one that, ever since I had first set eyes on her, seemed to know more about what was going on in my mind than I did.

"But you've finished the story, Kate," she smiled as she stroked my bare skin again, "You've reached the end. Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be plenty of other chapters in the future, but... we haven't started writing those yet."

I smiled at her and nuzzled closer into her lap.

"You know, sometimes, it feels like you're in my head..."

"Ooh," her eyes lit up all of a sudden at that comment, "I take all that back. That'd be an amazing final twist, wouldn't it? That I was just in your head, the whole time. Write that. Very Fight Club, right?"

"Um, I dunno. I've never seen it."

"Oh. Well, it's not that great. More of a guy film. Also, I... kinda just ruined the ending."

I tutted in amusement and gave her a playful slap on the thigh. She laughed back at me, before turning a little more serious again.

"Really, Kate. It's ok to let it go. Maybe it's time for us to have a few adventures for just the two of us, hmm? Starting with... figuring out what the hell we're going to watch!"

I laughed again as she picked the remote up and returned to her indecisive scrolling, gently stroking my body with her other hand as she did so to give me another burst of tingles.

Reluctantly, I looked back down at my laptop balancing on my bare stomach. I knew she was right. Ugh, she was always right.

I mean, there were other stories I could tell.

I could talk about how Lara and I have settled into living together. I'm not nude like this all the time, you understand! In fact, now that I've settled down with her, I feel a lot more comfortable separating my nude activities from my regular ones.

I still eat breakfast nude every morning, out of tradition more than anything, and to Lara's endless amusement whenever she comes downstairs to see me eating my cereal while completely bare. And on nights like tonight, when the two of us are having a quiet evening in, I'll enjoy a wonderful relaxing time curled up in the nude. But the rest of the time, I'm happy to keep my clothes on. I'm more comfortable with myself now, rather than feeling the need to always be trying to force myself into some sort of naked peril. It's better like this.

I could talk about how we planned to take my nude hikes to a new level next summer, when we've booked a whole week in a cottage up in the Scottish Highlands. It took us hours of research to find the perfect spot, miles from civilisation and surrounded by beautiful unspoiled countryside, just perfect for some completely uninterrupted nude hiking. I know I'll end up chickening out of doing it, and rightly so, but I've even told myself that I'll follow the example set by the American woman in the videos I found online, and try not just handing my coat to Lara, but actually leaving it behind completely, hidden behind a bush or a tree. Oh god, can you imagine? Walking off nude into the wilderness, with no possibility of covering up if anyone else stumbles across you. Naughty Kate!

Either way, while I'm sure I won't go that far, Lara has jokingly suggested that, once we've arrived and stocked up on provisions, I should spend the entire week nude. And, you know what? I'm really starting to consider it. We'll be isolated enough from anyone else that, whether we're sitting in the cottage, lounging in the garden, or even walking through nature, I could probably do it. Oh god, the idea of spending an entire week gloriously nude, teasing Lara with my bare sun-kissed body. Just thinking about it gets me wet. Eek!

I could talk about how, just before I left London, we went back to another 'self-discovery' party by the same company that organised the first. This one was at a different venue, although the vibe was much the same, and I was just as much the centre of attention this time with my outfit for the occasion (or... the lack of it!). And I, um, enjoyed myself on the dancefloor so much again that I still haven't actually made it upstairs. Tee hee!

I'm not sure if we'll make it to another one anytime soon now that I've moved so far away, but I hope so. And Lara still has a healthy collection of phone numbers on Whatsapp if we decide to invite some of them to the seaside for another evening of drinks, snacks and gentle spanking. Oh yes!

I could even talk about how I haven't entirely given up on the faint hope of finding a budding exhibitionist inside Lara. Outside of the bedroom and the occasional bit of roleplay, she still much prefers being the clothed foil to my nude adventures, but I'm sure she's softening slightly. The other day, I suggested that we should book another holiday next year, to one of the European nudist resorts I researched all those months ago. Somewhere where total nudity would be expected from all parties. And you know what? She said she'd think about it! I'm sure she'll say no eventually, but still, a girl can dream!

Yes, I could talk about all of that (and I suppose I just did!). But I think Lara's right. I've reached the end. Of this story, at least.

Am I proud of everything I've done to get here? Probably not. I know that things sometimes went too far. Sometimes I lost control, and I crossed some boundaries that I shouldn't have done. I still haven't been able to bring myself to check what sort of penalty I might have been in for if someone had seen my 'performance' for Maria, out in public in the middle of that Spanish beach, and reported me to the local police. Gulp! But in a strange way, I suppose I sort of needed all of that. I needed to have those moments where I recognised that I had crossed the line in order to reach a point where I understood how far I was willing to go. Or how far I was willing to let others make me go. Regardless of how I found that out, the journey was all worth it, to figure out exactly what I am.

Although... if I'm being completely honest, I'm still not sure I've entirely figured that out. Am I a nudist? An exhibitionist? A submissive? A pervert? A... filthy little slut? Or am I none of the above, or even a hopelessly confused and contradictory little bit of all of them? I suppose, ultimately, it doesn't really matter, so long as I'm happy with whatever I am. And I'm taking the same attitude to my sexuality. I still like men, I'm pretty sure. I just... love Lara!

Oh, and I've met Jenny and Paul properly now. And Lara was right, they really are lovely neighbours. Lovely neighbours who... still have absolutely no idea what I was getting up to in the kitchen when Lara invited them in for coffee that one time!

Oh, and--

"Seriously," Lara laughed, running her free hand across my chest again, "Stop!"

Yes. It was time to stop. Now it felt right.

"Ok, I'm done," I smiled back up at her, as she leaned in to kiss me, cheekily flicking one of my nipples at the same time to send a wonderful tingle through my bare body and knowingly begin to stimulate me all over again.

"Hey," I chided, playfully slapping her wandering hand away from my exposed chest, "I thought we were watching TV."

"Yeah, but I told you, I can't decide what to watch."

It only took a second for the idea to come to me.

With a glint in my eye, I reached over and took the remote from her, and then patiently scrolled through the dizzying list of menu choices on the screen before I found what I was looking for.

"Have you ever seen this?" I asked.

"No," Lara shrugged, "Is it any good?"

"It's alright, I guess," I replied with a knowing smile, "I'll tell you when we get to the really good part..."

She looked a little confused, but shrugged and nodded in agreement, then kissed me again for good measure. Oh, what a feeling!

As we broke the kiss, I set my laptop to one side and curled up on the sofa, nude and blissfully content, with my head still nestled in Lara's lap. As the Friends theme song began to play on the TV.

I still blame Jennifer Aniston. For everything that's happened to me.

And you know what? One day, I really should find some way to thank her.

THE END

Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who has read and commented on Kate's journey as it has unfolded over the last few months. Reading all that lovely feedback really helped me understand how my story was being received, and spurred me on to get this all finished, and I'm so proud of getting to the end of the story pretty much as I'd mapped it out from the start, taking Kate from her first exhibitionist thoughts to a point of happy contentment. And all it took was 160,000 words. Wow!

While this was supposed to be the end, all that feedback has definitely made me think about writing more about Kate (and Lara!). I have some ideas in my head that developed as I was drafting these chapters, and who knows, hopefully I'll be able to turn some of them into a full follow-up story at some point. Or even just write some standalone 'one-shot' type of Kate tales here and there. Her journey may be over for now, but I'm sure she's got plenty more nude fun to come!

Thank you again for reading! You're all amazing!

NotReallyKate xx