Kate’s Exhibitionist Journey
by NotReallyKate

Chapter 16 - Too Far

In which Kate's latest nude predicament takes her shamefully over the line, but leads to her finally making a breakthrough on her journey.

I was having a panic attack. I was sure of it.

I just about managed to set the plate of food I was holding down on the kitchen worktop before my quaking arm dropped it to the ground with a crash. I grabbed hold of the side of the worktop to steady myself, as my legs began to tremble.

The doorbell rang again.

I gasped for air, my breathing suddenly becoming ragged with fear. My chest rose and fell in a staccato rhythm. I felt dizzy. Oh god, Kate, what the hell are you doing this time?

I knew what I was doing, obviously. And I had very much done it all to myself. I'd only intended to drive over here to see Lara and catch up. But, spurred on by my exhibitionist ways and my strange obsession with this woman, I'd been easily convinced into stripping my clothes off while we were alone at her house, and then as I'd been merrily parading my body around as I'd once again put on my nude waitress act, desperate for this woman I barely knew and yet somehow adored to feast on the sight of my nudity, Lara had teasingly hidden them away from me completely.

And now, there was someone at her front door. And here I was. Completely nude. In her kitchen. With no idea where my clothes were.

I was trapped! How was I getting out of this??

Then, just as I began to hyperventilate, my tired rational brain finally caught up with the rest of my panicking self, and slowly calmed me down.

Relax, it reassured me. Breathe easy. Calm down. You're fine. You don't need to 'get out of this', do you? Lara just isn't going to answer the door, obviously. It's late, and whoever it is can just come back some other time. Ideally, at a time when she doesn't have a strange naked woman having a panic attack in her kitchen. You're perfectly safe. Yes, she's been teasing you tonight. Yes, she hid your clothes so you had to stay nude like this. Yes, it has felt like she's been testing your boundaries a bit once she heard all about what you'd been doing. But she's not a complete psychopath. She's not about to--

"Hi!"

I heard Lara's voice drifting down the hallway. My rational voice immediately exited stage left, and my sense of utter panic became absolute.

She'd answered the door!

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much," she said to whoever was on the other side, "Please, come in..."

She'd invited them into the fucking house!!

What the hell was happening?! My entire body quaked, as I desperately looked around for any sort of cover. A laundry basket, a pile of ironing, a convenient person-sized cupboard for me to bury myself inside forever. To my horror, there was nothing. Apart from a tiny, thin and somewhat damp tea towel which, after a cursory inspection, I realised had no chance of preserving even a tiny fraction of my modesty given my current state of undress.

What was Lara doing?? Had she forgotten about me? Had it somehow slipped her mind that there was a nude woman scurrying around her house right now? Or...oh god, was this some sort of plan she'd had all along? Had I been stupid to trust this woman I barely knew? To have so willingly stripped myself naked and allowed her to hide my clothes away? To open up to her so completely, in every sense of the word, down to my impromptu one-woman vagina monologue back in the living room, when I'd documented every sordid detail of my journey so far to her? Every delicious nude moment, every touch, every climax.

Oh no. I could see it now. I'd fallen into some sort of trap. I'd trusted Lara, I'd been so utterly captivated by her, wanted so much to bare my body and soul to her. And now, for some reason, she was going to destroy me. She'd tempted me all the way out here, she'd happily let me strip down, sowing the seeds of my own excruciating demise, and now she was about to deliver some sort of abject, life-destroying humiliation on me. With the help of whoever these mysterious people at the door were. I'd probably end up on the news. Naked pervert terrorises residents of sleepy seaside town. More at eleven.

Stupid Kate, I cursed myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid Kate!

I heard happy muffled voices from inside the living room. I found myself backing across the kitchen, until I was cowering in the corner next to the back door, trying to curl up into a ball and stay completely still. Maybe when they came in, they'd just think I was a piece of interpretive sculpture or something.

I heard footsteps approaching along the hallway. My thumping heartbeat reached a crescendo.

Oh no! No, no, no!!

I screwed my eyes up tight. In some sort of final, pathetic act of desperation to escape my humiliating fate. If I couldn't see them, maybe they wouldn't see me.

Suddenly, I felt a warm hand touching my bare shoulder. I gasped in shock and opened my eyes, to see Lara looking down at me with an apologetic smile.

And she was alone.

"Hey," she whispered at me as she rubbed my shoulder, "You ok?"

I don't think I'd ever felt so angry at such an innocent question. All of my fears and terror that had built up inside since the doorbell first rang were suddenly channeled out of me in the form of indignation at the innocent face in front of me.

"What?!" I hissed back at her, forcing myself to keep my voice low, "Of course I'm not ok, Lara! I'm naked!"

"Yeah," she smiled gleefully back at me, "I'd noticed."

Oh god. I hated her. I mean, I adored her so much. But right now, I hated her. What the hell was she up to?!

"Look," she continued, a little more seriously, "I'm sorry about this. It's just Jenny and Paul."

This explanation didn't help quell my nude indignation.

"Who the hell are--?!"

"They live over the road, and...well, they took a parcel in for my yesterday. They've only just had a chance to drop it round. They're just on the way to the pub for a quick drink."

"No they're not!" I whined plaintively as I shivered at her feet, "They're in your living room!"

She shrugged casually at this apparent technicality, seemingly unconcerned with my ongoing naked plight, and walked over to switch on the kettle.

"I know, I know. I just invited them in for a coffee. It seemed polite."

As much as I adored her, I was really, really starting to hate her.

"Polite?! Lara, where are my clothes??"

"Don't worry, they're safe," she whispered back as she prepared the coffees, "And calm down, they're not gonna come back here, I promise. I'll just be a good neighbour, have a quick coffee with them, and then they'll be off for that drink, ok?"

Ok? Ok???

Oh god. I hated her right now. So, so much.

But I was also utterly and shamefully at her mercy. I had no choice but to trust her, trust that she would make sure that my modesty was somehow protected through all of this, until she gave me my clothes back. It's not like I could escape otherwise. My hotel was at least a fifteen minute walk away down the seafront, and even if I could unlock the back door and run away, there was no chance that I was streaking all the way there. Besides, my room key, my purse, my phone, all of those were with my clothes. And Lara had my clothes. Oh no!

I remained in a silent, fuming, nude huddle in the corner of the room as Lara finished up making the coffees for Jenny and Paul. Whoever the hell they were.

"Besides," she whispered as she worked, glancing at me with a fresh grin, "This is...actually kinda exciting, right? I mean, they'll be sitting in there with me, sipping coffee. With no idea about this naughty little secret hiding away on the other side of the wall, here in my kitchen. I mean...that's kinda...hot, to be honest."

No, I wanted to insist. It wasn't hot! It wasn't hot at all! I'm trapped here, in your kitchen, completely naked, with nothing at all to cover me!

I tried to impart that irate response to her by impotently staring at her, as I remained curled up, nude and shivering. But she just smiled back at me as she finished stirring the coffees, before stepping over and leaning down to get closer to me. Oh wow, I could smell her perfume--Bigger picture, Kate, for goodness' sake!

"And, I mean, be honest," she gently purred into my ear with that intoxicating Irish accent of hers, "How turned on are you, right now...?"

It barely even registered with me that she followed up that shockingly direct question with the lightest of kisses on my cheek. I didn't even take in the sensation of her soft lips grazing my skin. I couldn't find a response as she stood back up and walked out of the kitchen with two steaming cups of coffee in her hands. Once she was gone, my head sagged down in defeat at the undeniable answer to her question. The humiliating truth.

I had never been more turned on in my life.

That was why I wanted to hate her, even as I remained so helplessly captivated by her. Because what she had done to me, how she had left me so trapped and exposed like this, with the shame of being found nude by another shocked and unexpected audience, was feeding my sense of arousal to a new high. Or a new low, however you looked at it.

Ever since the doorbell first rang, through all of my other reactions - the blind panic, the growing anger, the quivering fear - my body had been reacting in a different way. My nipples were as hard as ever. My skin felt like it was on fire. I was so wet between my legs that I was starting to coat my thighs with my juices as I squirmed in the corner of the kitchen. Oh Kate!

This was something else, something that felt beyond anything I'd experienced so far on this journey of mine. This went beyond simply being nude, or even being seen to be nude. This was being caught in the nude! By complete strangers!

I struggled to understand why I was getting quite so utterly carried away by this scenario. I'd technically been caught twice before, at least. Once by Nicole at the villa, when she'd caught me...pleasuring myself out on the sun deck at night. And then again, I'd been effectively caught nude on the beach later in the holiday by the group of Spanish locals, after I'd been driven away from the villa and all my clothes by the girls. There, I'd spent an entire evening showing off my nude body to them. So...why was this so different?

As the muffled voices continued on the other side of the wall, it all clicked. When Nicole had found me, that was my friend. Not a stranger. As mortified as I'd been to have been found doing that, and as surprising as Nicole's deeply erotic reaction to it had been, I'd felt at least slightly comforted by it happening with a friend. And, on the beach, I'd had another form of comfort in the midst of my plight. I knew that I'd never had to go back to that beach ever again. I never had to see Nina, Antonio and the others ever again. I never even had to set foot in Spain again if I didn't want to.

But here, no matter how angry I was at her for putting me in this situation, I desperately wanted to come here again. To see Lara, to be nude with Lara. And the strangers in the living room weren't random people I'd definitely never see again, they were her neighbours! And I really didn't want this to be how they saw me for the first time. This wasn't like some of my other old fantasies. This wasn't my towel falling off in front of a delivery driver, or being walked in on in a department store changing rooms after forgetting to lock the door, where my nudity was at least explainable, and it was just delightfully bad luck that I had been totally exposed to them. No, this was completely and totally unexplainable. If Jenny or Paul walked in here to find me completely naked in Lara's kitchen, three hours away from where I lived, what could I say? I could only admit the truth, and even that made no sense.

I was helplessly, miserably, deliciously trapped. And I was so turned on.

I forced myself to gingerly clamber back to my feet, letting out the tiniest whimper of guilty pleasure into the confines of the empty kitchen as my soaking wet thighs rubbed together momentarily. I tip-toed across the room, getting a little closer to the muttered conversation further down the hallway. I strained to hear exactly what they were saying, whether they were already having a good laugh as Lara told them about the crazy naked girl she had trapped in the kitchen. But my head was spinning so much, I couldn't hope to follow along. All I could hear were snatched snippets of what sounded like polite conversation.

As thrilled as I felt, I knew I had to get out of here and find some sort of coverage for my trembling body. For all the reassurances Lara had just given me about not exposing me any further, I still felt I had to at least try and cover myself up. After all, she'd already hidden my clothes and invited these people into her house. Could I really trust that she didn't want to do anything else now she had me so utterly at her mercy like this?

With shaking legs, I stepped up to the doorway of the kitchen and tentatively peered around the side. I saw the sparse hallway leading to the front door, and the staircase leading upstairs to one side. That was it! I could sneak upstairs, find Lara's bedroom, and raid her wardrobe for something to wear. Anything would do. Her pyjamas, the clothes she wears to do the gardening, an old Halloween outfit. Anything!

But, as I studied the hallway a little further, my heart sank. I could see the open doorway of the living room just to the side of the staircase, the light shining out from within. Had she left that door open by accident, or on purpose to help seal my entrapment? Either way, I'd have to streak past the door to get to the stairs, revealing myself to her guests. Ugh!

I contemplated whether I should just give up. Just walk into the living room like this, presenting myself nude to a new audience. I could turn the situation around on Lara, storm in and tell Jenny and Paul that she'd made me take my clothes off and then hidden them from me. Make it clear that she was the awful pervert here for stripping poor naive women and taking their clothes away, and not me for being some weird naked freak running around the place like this.

But...I couldn't do it. I couldn't move my feet. Just as I'd plucked up the courage to bare myself to those strangers in Spain knowing I never had to go back there, I still knew deep down that I wanted to come back here. Despite the predicament she had put me in, or maybe even because of it, I didn't want this to be the last time I saw Lara.

I cursed under my breath and retreated from the doorway, backing up against the wall of the kitchen. I took a moment to consider how, on the other side of the wall my nude body was now pressed up against, two complete strangers were innocently sipping cups of coffee and chatting to their neighbour. I wondered how thin the wall was. Just how little structural material was really protecting me from being completely exposed to them. How close I was to them seeing every inch of my soft, bare body.

The more I thought about my predicament, the more my out of control arousal became absolute. My quivering skin felt electrified, my swollen pussy between my legs was throbbing with excitement, my breathing was becoming shallower. It was becoming impossible for me to control myself as I fully took in the sheer delicious energy of my latest helplessly compromised situation.

And so, as I listened to the muffled voices down the hall, and stood nude and trapped in a stranger's kitchen, I did something incredibly stupid.

No, Kate! I heard the rational part of my brain implore. The part of me that never seemed to win an argument. Don't you do it! Don't you dare! Not now!!

I slowly moved my hand down between my soaking thighs, and started to rub myself.

As soon as my fingers made contact with my hyper-stimulated clit, my entire body spasmed with ecstasy. In a split second, I desperately clamped my other hand over my mouth to catch the involuntary groan of pleasure that lurched forwards from my throat, praying that I had done enough to mask the sound from the trio on the other side of the wall.

Stop it, Kate! Stop that right now!!

I couldn't help myself. I kept going. My fingers went to work on myself as I desperately tried to release some of the fireball of energy inside me. I felt so many conflicting feelings at once - arousal, desire, shame, anger, fear, humiliation, pleasure - but all of them combined to spur me on. My movements became faster and more frantic, my hand clamping tighter and tighter on my mouth to try and suppress my moans.

What the hell are you doing, Kate?! You've nearly gotten away with it! Lara's guests must be going soon! Just stay quiet and you're safe!

I knew that. I knew all of that. So...why the hell was I playing with myself?! Why was I even running the risk of my breathless groans of pleasure giving me away? And as awful as it would've been to be discovered before, and had to explain why I was nude in Lara's kitchen, what the hell would happen if they found me now? If Jenny or Paul happened across a disgraceful, naked weirdo masturbating herself into a frenzy like this? I couldn't even begin to fathom the level of humiliation that would bring.

And yet, I couldn't stop. The more I thought about the situation Lara had engineered, the more I pictured myself getting caught, the more that fed my helpless state of arousal, and the more I felt the desperate urge for release. My breathing got faster and faster, my fingers moved more and more frantically, my moans became harder and harder to block. I closed my eyes and writhed against the cool painted wall behind me, giving in to the uncontrollable intensity of the moment. I was nearly there. Oh god, I was so, so close--

"Let me just put these in the kitchen."

Fuck!!

The sudden sound of the man's voice from the hallway caused my eyes to snap open. My busy hand, which had worked me to the cusp of an explosive climax, dropped away from my screaming pussy in an instant. I heard footsteps approaching.

Paul was walking into the kitchen!!

"No!" I heard Lara cry out.

The footsteps stopped. I felt sure that I could sense him. This man I'd never met before, standing on the cusp of the entrance to the kitchen. I pressed myself tightly against the wall to the side of the doorway. I could smell his cologne, he was so close by. And here I was, nude, breathless, with my hands and thighs dripping in my juices from the excruciatingly illicit act I'd just been performing on myself. I felt like I was about to pass out.

"Don't worry," Lara continued, "I'll take them."

I stood stock-still, panting as quietly as I could and shivering with fear.

"But...?"

I could hear the confusion in the man's voice at Lara's insistent interjection. I expected him to just ignore her. To just keep on walking to drop off the empty cups. And then see me, and my disgraceful situation.

I heard a shuffling sound. Then more footsteps. I let out a tiny whine of defeat as I saw a figure enter the room. This was it. Oh, Kate!!

Lara walked in and set the empty cups down on the counter, before turning back to the hallway. She managed the whole manoeuvre without once glancing over at me, ensuring that she didn't accidentally give the game away to her departing guests that there was someone to look at standing just to the side of the doorway.

"Thanks again for dropping that parcel round," she continued as she walked back out of the kitchen, with an effortlessly casual air.

I heard footsteps retreating. Heading for the front door.

For the first time in...I couldn't remember how long, I breathed out.

The front door opened. I was safe. I was nude, I was in Lara's kitchen, my fingers and thighs were coated in my shame, but I was safe.

"Hey," I heard a different woman, presumably Jenny, pipe up, "I meant to ask, how come you have two glasses of wine in there?"

No!

"Oh, that," Lara replied without missing a beat, "Yeah, so, you see, that other glass belongs to this woman I know. She actually drove for three hours to come see me tonight. Crazy, right? And, if you think that's crazy, she's standing in my kitchen right now, and she's got no clothes on!"

I'd stopped breathing again.

I stood frozen like a statue, bare body pressed against the cold wall behind me. Outside in the hallway, all I could hear was a long, stony silence. What the hell?? It was like she was daring them to come and find me like this!

Then, just when I felt like I was going to explode from the tension, I heard a ripple of good-natured laughter pass through the group down the hallway.

"Oh my god," I heard Jenny chuckle, "You have the weirdest sense of humour, Lara!"

"A naked woman in your kitchen, of course!" Paul added with a laugh of his own, "I guess it's a good job I didn't walk in there just now, isn't it! What a sight I'd have seen!"

My whole body was shaking. I felt dizzy. Between my legs, my pussy was still inexplicably yearning for relief.

"Well," Lara replied, as casually as she had ever been, "Ask a stupid question, and all that!"

They kept on chuckling as I heard the front door open. Mercifully, neither Jenny nor Paul thought to point out that the question hadn't actually been that stupid. It had been pretty reasonable, all things considered. And even more mercifully, neither of them decided to jokingly go and have a look at the woman with no clothes on that clearly wasn't in Lara's kitchen right now, her bare body quivering with fear and excitement.

Only when I heard the door shut firmly did I gulp in another lungful of air in relief. I felt my knees buckling underneath me, only just stopping myself from collapsing to the floor.

"Holy fuck," Lara laughed as she walked back into the kitchen and turned to face me where I shivered against the wall, "That was--Jesus, that was insane! That was so--"

She was stopped on the spot by the immediacy of my reaction.

I had the urge to do a lot of things as I saw her again. Part of me wanted to hit her, for having subjected me to such a potentially humiliating experience. Part of me wanted to kiss her, for having given me such an unexpectedly powerful thrill from being so utterly trapped like that. Part of me just wanted to grab her arm, force her to give me my clothes back, and then walk right out of here, never to see her again. Part of me wanted to break down and cry. And, oh god, part of me was so turned on, I wanted to march over to her and start ripping her clothes off--Ugh, Kate. Stop!

Instead of any of that, I just rushed over and hugged her tightly, seeking some sort of comfort and reassurance after everything that had just happened. I pulled her in close, feeling the oddly settling feeling of the fabric of her clothes rubbing on my completely bare skin, and praying that I wasn't smearing any of my juices on her at the same time.

I felt instantly and strangely safe as Lara hugged me back, wrapping my shivering body in her arms. I leaned in further and whispered in her ear.

"Please," I gasped, my mind still a tumbling whirlpool of arousal, shame, excitement and fear, "Please...don't do that to me again..."

It had been too much. I had gone too far. I could see that clearly, through all the rest of my emotions. That had felt like a step beyond, even compared to some of my other more flagrant nude moments. Even more than masturbating for Maria on the beach. Regardless of where my journey was destined to take me, I was pretty sure that nearly getting caught naked and playing with myself in someone else's kitchen was beyond the line.

And as I shivered in Lara's arms, I felt a rush of relief and happiness as I heard her response.

"Hey," she whispered back into my ear as she gently rubbed my back with her hands, "It's ok, Kate. It's ok. You're still amazing. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

I wasn't sure if it was the tone of her soothing voice, the feeling of her hands on my skin and her clothes against my body, or the genuine sincerity in the sound of her apology, or even the spike of joy I got inside me as I heard her call me 'amazing' again, but all of a sudden I felt better. Even as I stood in her kitchen, nude and shivering, having nearly just gotten caught playing with my soaking wet pussy by a complete stranger, none of that really seemed to matter any more.

However else I really felt about her, I didn't hate her. I knew that much.

After a few more moments of the soothing hug, she broke away and gently looked me up and down. I flushed bright red as I saw her eyes stop down at my thighs. I didn't look, but I could tell that there were enough telltale signs of slickness across my skin for her to instantly realise what I'd been doing to myself.

She looked back up into my eyes as I squirmed on the spot, my sticky skin having betrayed the truth to her. I couldn't lie about this, not now.

Fortunately, I didn't have to. She just smiled and shook her head.

"So," she offered with a sigh, "I guess we should talk..."

*****

As much as Lara had pushed me too far in the kitchen, she was determined to make up for it afterwards.

She had invited me to use her shower to, um, clean up. And when I had emerged, wrapped in a thick towel, she had led me to her guest bedroom, where I found my clothes neatly folded up and waiting for me. Alongside a cup of tea.

She even suggested that I spend the night here, rather than try to head back to the hotel I'd booked. And I found myself gratefully accepting. I was too exhausted, physically and emotionally, to contemplate even the short walk back there right now. Besides, I knew that Lara wanted to talk.

I lay on the spare bed, sitting up against the headboard with the soft towel still wrapped around me as I sipped my tea. I'd considered putting my clothes back on, but there didn't seem to be a great deal of point. The towel was enough cover for now. And besides, by just about every conceivable metric, I'd already bared everything to Lara.

I couldn't help but note the strange parallels with my recent eye-opening trip to see Mistress Veronica. Without even realising it, Lara had pushed my exhibitionism further than ever before (too far, as it turned out). And now, with me feeling exhausted and emotional after our...um...session, she'd made sure I was clean, rested and in possession of a warming cup of tea. Maybe I should tell her she has a future as a lesbian domme...

As I'd showered, I'd tried to get my mind straightened out. To work through what had happened to me here this evening. How I'd gone from arriving at Lara's front door clutching a bottle of wine to desperately rubbing my pussy in her kitchen inches away from her neighbours. Oh, Kate. What happened to you this time?

The simple truth was that I'd loved so much of the evening. Getting the delightful chance to strip nude in Lara's company again, feeling her eyes all over me, parading myself in front of her as she spurred me on to put on my nude waitress act, the giddy sensation of the little spanks she'd delivered to my bare bottom. That had all been bliss.

And even the new ways she'd started to push me had been undeniably thrilling. The softly dominant way that she had casually taken my clothes away, and even turned my suddenly enforced nudity around on me, blaming me for making a mess of her house with my impromptu strip show, had been deliciously cruel. And even when she had first invited those strangers into her house, trapping me in the kitchen, I couldn't lie that I'd been utterly turned on at the feeling of being so helpless and exposed.

But then...things had gone too far. No, that wasn't quite right.

I had taken things too far.

This hadn't been like when I'd been in Maria's thrall on the beach, with her looming over me and ordering me to masturbate for her entertainment. Lara hadn't asked me to do anything apart from stay where I was. She'd been holding up her end of the bargain, keeping her guests entertained over coffee in the living room, while I stayed as her naughty little nude secret in the kitchen. And then I'd...gone too far. And nearly ruined everything.

Had I wanted to be caught in the nude? No, it can't have just been that. Otherwise I'd have walked into the living room, or streaked past them upstairs like I'd been considering. And I definitely hadn't wanted to be caught...playing with myself like that. Had I? Oh no, I hoped not. I hoped that wasn't where my journey was taking me. Being arrested for public indecency. Was it? No, surely not. Oh god, what was wrong with me?!

I still hadn't figured it out as I'd stepped out of the shower, towelled myself off and then been led to the comfort of Lara's spare bedroom, and my cup of tea. But then I was distracted from my latest runaway train of thought when Lara began speaking.

"I'm sorry, Kate."

I was caught a little off guard by this, as she smiled sympathetically back at me. I was the one who should be apologising, surely? I'd been the one that had taken things too far.

"I mean it," she continued as I stared at her where she sat perched on the edge of the bed, "I shouldn't have done all that to you. Jesus, I shouldn't have--I just...shouldn't have done that, ok? But...I really want to explain myself."

Explain herself? I was even more confused now. She wasn't the one that had stripped all her clothes off, paraded around in the nude, and then started masturbating in the kitchen.

"So," she sighed as I stared, "How to start...Remember when we first met? On the nude beach? And I said, obviously, that it had been Liam's idea to go there."

I nodded back at her.

"Well...actually, it had been my idea. It just seemed easier to explain it the other way around. I mean, he was the one who was naked and I was the one covering up, right? So he must've been dragging me along. Except, he hadn't. I'd suggested we go check it out, and that he went nude while we were there."

I felt a little confused at her explanation, even as she smiled and gestured at me.

"Thing is, I guess Liam...kinda liked the same thing you liked."

"...What?" I managed to half-gasp.

"Yeah," she shrugged back, "I was going to tell you earlier, before you went off for more bread, and then our...guests arrived. I already kinda went through all this. Liam...liked being naked. He had his own place in London, and I found that, as soon as I started staying over there, not only did he sleep with nothing on, but in the morning he'd just get out of bed and start walking around like that. Usually wouldn't get dressed until he had to go outside."

I took this all in, thinking back to my own nude experiences at my own apartment, how my journey had started so simply, before it had escalated.

"I never really got to the deeper reasons he liked it. I'm not sure even he knew. I mean, you saw his body, right? Maybe it was just simple narcissism. Guy spent a million hours a week in the gym, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew it. Maybe it was a sexual thing, I don't know. I'm not gonna lie, walking into the kitchen in the morning to find that guy standing there buck naked in the sunlight kinda led to sex a lot of the time..."

I couldn't help but smile a little as I saw her eyes glaze over slightly at that particular memory. As much as I'd discovered about my own sexuality just lately, and was still doing with my confusing feelings towards Lara, the fact that I was more than a little jealous of the image of being ravished by Liam and his hunky bare body reminded me that I was still very much into guys as well.

"Or," she shrugged eventually, "I dunno, maybe it was something else. Maybe it was like you, he just...liked being seen in the nude."

Hmm. Narcissism. Oh no, That wasn't my thing, was it? I definitely wasn't ashamed of how I looked in the nude, especially after all the extra gym work I'd been reluctantly putting in ever since my exhibitionist side had made itself known. But my desire to be nude, and for people to see me nude, wasn't just a massive ego trip, was it? It wasn't as simple as I somehow thought my body was God's gift to the world and needed to be seen by as many people as possible? No, Kate, that can't be it. Otherwise you wouldn't feel so nervous or ashamed so often. You would've signed right up for those life drawing classes you looked into, and you wouldn't shy away from being photographed. You'd want your nude form shining down from every billboard in the country if this was all just simple narcissism.

"Still," Lara continued as I wrestled with another internal struggle, "Whatever it was, I can't say I hated it. It took a bit of time to get used to it, but there was nothing wrong with seeing that gorgeous bare arse of his walking around as I was drinking my morning coffee or making brunch. And, after a while, we talked about it, and we decided that it was something he wanted to...explore further. And I was more than happy to help him out..."

Oh wow. Everything started to fit together in my head. That first time I'd met Lara and Liam on the beach, it hadn't been a reluctant girlfriend being dragged along by her nudist boyfriend. It had been a wannabe exhibitionist being pushed into baring all in public by his supportive partner. Oh god, I needed someone to push me like that! I wanted that!!

Except, Lara had pushed me like that. Just now, when she'd left me so desperately trapped and nude in her kitchen while she entertained her guests. And I'd immediately...gone too far. Stupid Kate had gone too far.

"I don't want to go into too much detail," she continued, "That silly London-loving bastard deserves some privacy. But...we definitely explored that part of him a lot further. Easy example: During lockdown, before I moved out here, we could only meet outside. So we both used to walk to this park near to us. We'd walk around for a bit, then find a secluded spot in the trees, way off from the walking routes, and I'd...tell him to get undressed."

My mouth gaped open again as I pictured that scene. Oh god, so hot! Except...I wasn't picturing Lara with Liam, I was picturing her with me. I was imagining her leading me off into the woods, then standing in front of me and telling me to strip. And, oh god, I'd do it in an instant. I'd rip every bit of clothing off my body until I stood nude in front of her, as she watched on with clear delight. Oh dear, despite everything I'd been through earlier, my pussy was moistening again under my towel.

"And...I dunno," she laughed and shrugged, "He'd just do it! He'd strip all his clothes off, and then we'd just...stand there. SIx feet apart. I never thought social distancing could be sexy! But there was something about it, the eagerness he had to do it, the sense of power I got from just...ordering someone to do that and having them do it. And, of course, I mean, the sight of that body, surrounded by nature. He looked like bloody Adam in the garden of Eden, you know?"

I giggled at this, feeling myself relaxing all over again in Lara's presence.

"So," I asked, "Did you move out here...for the beach?"

"No," she shook her head and smiled, "I moved out here for the reason I said. I was done with London. But...the nude beach being this close was a happy coincidence. And one that Liam was happy to explore as well..."

She paused, seemingly for another happy moment of reminiscence, then looked a little more serious as she looked back at me.

"But, look, Kate, this isn't about Liam. This is about me apologising to you. And I really, honestly am sorry for putting you through that before."

I reluctantly recalled all of that. Still finding that I was a little angry with Lara for what she had done. But more than that, angry with myself for taking things too far. I hadn't had to strip naked in her living room. I hadn't had to parade around fetching her wine and food. And I certainly hadn't had to...play with myself while she, Jenny and Paul had been innocently sipping coffee on the other side of the thin wall.

"I got carried away," she continued, "With all that, the stuff I did with Liam. I guess when you told me everything you'd been doing, I--I dunno, I just slipped back into what I'd been doing with him. Don't take this the wrong way, Kate, but I could see how much you were enjoying yourself. Taking your clothes off like that, doing your nude waitress act and everything. And it was...just so fucking adorable."

Ugh. That's not the first time I'd been described like that. I still wasn't sure I liked it. Did I want my naked form to be 'adorable'?!

"And...so fucking hot."

Now that I liked. Oh god, Lara thinks I'm hot! So fucking hot!

"And," she sighed, "I guess when the doorbell rang, I just...got carried away. I saw a chance to push things further. To push you a bit further. And...I shouldn't have done that, Kate. I'm really sorry."

I could see the truth in her eyes. This wasn't some desperate attempt to make me feel better, this was complete honesty.

"It's just," she continued, "I--With Liam, we'd always plan these things out. Talk through what I wanted to do, or what he wanted to do. It kinda took some of the spontaneity out of it, I guess, but it made us both feel a lot more comfortable, knowing that he could always--"

"Kalamazoo," I smiled, now seeing the logic in Veronica's detailed and deliberate discussions with me in the lead up to our session together.

"Excuse me?"

"Doesn't matter," I replied quickly, before I reached out and grasped her hand, "And it's ok, Lara. I forgive you. I guess, I didn't..."

I didn't have to take things too far. She hadn't made me do that. She hadn't made me come so close to a humiliation so complete I'd have never lived it down even if I spent the rest of my life in therapy. To have been discovered, not just nude in someone else's house, but nude and helplessly masturbating. I didn't have to do that.

I decided against saying any of that. But I did feel the need for more truths. Truths that I'd been thinking about even as I'd been listening to Lara's long explanation. Truths that I needed to try to find a way to tell her.

"I...need help."

I needed a better way than that.

"Um," I added quickly, "I mean...I--I guess I need...someone to help me. W--With all of this. Everything you just said, about...exploring things with Liam. The two of you, together. It's not the first time I've thought that I...need that."

I'd tried it with my embarrassing evening with Nicole after the holiday, when I'd answered the door to her in the nude. I'd tried it with Mistress Veronica, but I wasn't sure I had the funds in my bank account to make that a permanent thing. Could I...find it with Lara? Could she...be my Simon? The person to help me cultivate my exhibitionist side? Was this when my journey was leading me? To me driving out here every weekend, spending my days delightfully nude with clothed Lara at my side, pushing me a little further every trip?

I looked back at her with a hopeful expression. She smiled back and leaned in to gently stroke my face. Oh my, that felt good. Stroke my face, Lara. Touch me, Lara.

Ugh, but if she's about to call me adorable again, I'm going to scream.

"Kate," she replied eventually, "You're amazing, you know that? Given everything you've told me about what you've been doing, you don't need anyone--"

"I do," I argued back, "I really t--think I do. I want to carry on this journey, but...I'm scared of where I'll end up by myself. I need someone to help me, like you did with Liam. I need you to help me figure out what the hell I want from all of this..."

I maintained my hopeful look. Lara looked back at me with her lovely warm eyes, resting her hand on my cheek. As we stared at each other in silence for a second, I felt a sudden urge to launch myself at her across the bed and kiss her. Oh god, Kate, no. Where the hell is that coming from?

"Look," she replied eventually, "I think what you're doing is incredible, Kate, you know that, right? I never thought I'd have this much fun with a naked girl. But it's been incredible. On the beach, and here tonight. And...I never thought I'd say this about a naked girl either, but you look--"

Don't you dare say adorable!!

"--So...sexy."

I felt myself blush again, and had a sudden near-uncontrollable urge to rip my towel off and be nude in front of her all over again. Nude and sexy. Eek!

As soon as she said it, Lara looked a little sheepish herself. She suddenly took her hand away from my face and shuffled back to the edge of the bed. As if she felt like she'd gone a little too far. Calling another woman sexy as she lay on her spare bed in just a towel. Ugh, the wetness between my legs was starting to grow further.

"Sorry," she managed, sounding flustered, "I--I didn't mean to--"

"It's ok," I smiled back in happy reassurance, "Like I said, I...like it when people...appreciate me when I'm nude."

"Well, I definitely appreciate you," she managed, flushing a little herself, "And, Kate, I'd love to be a part of your...journey. I'd love to help you."

My heart jumped in my chest at this wonderful statement. But my more rational side was quick to add a note of caution. I'd had enough difficult conversations in my life to recognise when there was a "But..." on the way.

"But...I can only help you so much. Just like I did with Liam. I can come up with ideas, I can help you with new experiences. But you said you needed help to work out what you want from this journey of yours. And...I can't do that, Kate. I can't tell you what you want, or what you need, or where your boundaries are. Only you can figure that out. If I'm going to...help you with this, then you need to tell me what you want."

I want you, Lara. I want to be nude, with you. I want your eyes on my bare body. I want your hands on my skin. I want you to caress every inch of me. I want you to touch me, I want your fingers, I want your lips, I want your tongue--

No, Kate! That's not what she means! That's just horny Kate talking. Or confused Kate. Or drunk Kate. She means...what the hell do you want at the end of this journey??

That was a question I still didn't really have an answer for. And I could see that it was silly of me to think that Lara could answer it for me.

"I...understand," I nodded back, "But I..."

I don't know what I want.

A moment of silence descended, before Lara awkwardly shifted on the bed again and checked the time.

"Um, look, we should get some sleep," she said, "We've had a...pretty full-on night, one way or another."

I certainly couldn't argue with that. She stood up and took a step back towards the door, before stopping and looking back at me.

"But, listen, Kate, if you ever figure out the answer to that question, I'd be dying to hear it."

I nodded again and smiled, as she walked on to the door. At the last second, she looked back again, gazing at me where I lay, almost a little wistfully. Oh god, was she picturing my body underneath the towel? Do you want to see me nude again, Lara? Just say the word and I'll throw the towel away! I'll burn the towel! I'll burn all the towels!

But she didn't say that. She just looked me in the eye and smiled.

"You're amazing..."

With that final boost to my ego, she left me alone, my mind now a whirlwind of thoughts. About me, and my journey. About Lara. About what had happened this evening, the good, the bad and the downright humiliating. I felt exhausted.

I settled down onto the soft, welcoming surface of Lara's spare bed and looked up at the ceiling. But I didn't fall asleep. I just kept asking myself the same question, over and over again. A question that, after everything I'd done so far, I really should have an answer to. I just...needed to find it.

What did I want?

*****

"What the hell?"

It was a reasonable question, as the bleary-eyed Lara tried to take in the scene in front of her as she'd been so rudely awoken from her slumber.

And what a sight that greeted her. Me, sat next to her on her bed where she lay, completely nude all over again.

The nudity aspect of my, ahem, rude awakening hadn't really been deliberate. I had felt my towel fall away as I had jumped excitedly out of bed to rush across the landing to wake Lara up, and I simply hadn't seen the need to stop and retrieve it. Much like that first morning back at my apartment, when my towel had fallen off completely by accident and left me eating breakfast in the nude for the first time, it was just one of those things.

I hadn't slept a wink. I'd lay in Lara's spare bed all this time, mulling over the question. And finally, I'd figured everything out. More than just horny Kate and her greedy pussy in need of satisfaction. More than just silly Kate, who kept somehow managing to get herself undressed in whatever polite company she happened to be with. More than submissive Kate, who so craved to be under the gaze of a powerful, clothed woman, or proud nudist Kate, who was happy to own every naked second of her life, I had finally connected it all together. And I'd been so delighted that I'd had to tell someone.

Which is why I'd rushed across the landing, stark naked, and shaken Lara awake. And why the woman whose home I was a guest in was now groggily blinking at my bare form in confusion from under her bedsheets.

"Sorry," I said, not really sounding sorry at all, "But...I've figured it out! I know what I want, Lara! I know now!"

She blinked at me a few more times, not immediately sharing my infectious delight at the enormity of what I was saying. Instead, she lazily grabbed her phone off her nightstand and checked the time.

"Kate...it's half past three in the morning."

Oops.

"Oh, right," I managed with an apologetic shrug, "It's just--I really wanted to tell you!"

For a moment, I feared that I'd burned a serious bridge here. As supportive as Lara had been in our talk before she'd gone to bed, I wondered whether being woken up by a crazy nude lady in the middle of the night like this was giving her serious second thoughts about being so supportive in the first place. Did she now just want to kick me out of her house and never see me again?

Mercifully, as she fully woke up and took in the latest instance of my body being displayed for her, her features softened as she shook her head and smiled at me.

"You know, going clothes shopping with you would be so easy..."

I squirmed a little under her gaze and smiled back, fully taking in my renewed nudity and finding myself reveling in it again. Seeing that she wasn't getting back to sleep any time soon, Lara sat up in bed and gestured to me.

"Alright then," she continued, "Tell me all about it."

Oh god. This was it. Come on, Kate.

"I want..."

I paused for a second. All of a sudden, I wanted something else. I didn't just want to blurt it all out like this, sitting on Lara's bed at 3.30 in the morning. I felt so elated about what I had finally worked out, I felt like it needed a grander setting. That I should be shouting this from the rooftops to anyone in earshot, standing nude and proud on top of the world. Ok, maybe not that dramatic. But I needed...something more, didn't I? And then, it came to me.

"I want...to go for a walk."

Lara stared at me, with understandable confusion.

"A...walk?"

"Yes," I nodded definitively, a delightful idea now very much developing in my mind, "I want to tell you everything, Lara. Absolutely everything. On...our walk."

I saw Lara's eyes travel down from my face to my body again, filling me with a fresh burst of thrilling energy. She didn't say anything, but I caught the meaning behind her look. Less one of delight or desire, and more one that noted the fact that I wasn't exactly dressed for a walk along the seafront right now.

But that was all part of my sudden wonderful plan. I looked down at my nude form, and then back up at Lara, and I shrugged with a look of impish delight.

"Have you, um, got a coat I can borrow...?"