A pitstop on the way

Monday - 11:35am - Roadside Motel - 375 miles away from her clothes

Her new home was certainly far away, further than Maria had anticipated, the drive was starting to fatigue her even considering she felt most awake when driving nude like this. Biting her lip she finally conceded to her body's base needs, she needed a rest and thankfully a rest stop wasn't too far ahead.

It didn't take long to get a first impression of the place, this was a roadside stop on a highway, so a degree of grime may be implied, though the name 'Pump and Dump Motel & Gas Station' said it all. It was a decent sized motel, two floors with ample parking for cross state truckers, it also had a gas station somewhat merged into the side of it, like they'd been built together but also somehow not. Something drew Maria to this place, the almost frontier vibe, the **** practicality and very little thought given to form.

As she pulled into the parking lot it also became evident that a second building had evaded her notice, obscured by the motel but now revealed as she parked out back. A biker bar simply called 'Choppers' a small row of about six of the iconic machine mounts stood out front, there was no thinking that place was struggling to find patrons. Now Maria was borderline excited that she'd stumbled upon this rest stop her regular lifestyle, even before her nudity did not afford her the freedom to explore places like this. Of course she knew of internet hearsay, that the patrons of such places were rude, dirty people, who posed a risk towards supple women like herself.

But Maria cared not for rumour, the opinions of strangers that had likely never met these kinds of people. No, she was eager to experience, if it went poorly then it would be a lession, if it went well then it would be an exhilarating memory.

With a small smile creeping along her lip, Maria exited her car. The breeze hit her immediately, tickling her bare skin, it was a feeling she'd gotten used to, but never so far from any of her clothes. The hot dry dirt beneath her soles was another stimulting sensation, her old home was relatively cool, shielded from the sun by trees and hills, out here the terrain was far different, flatter, hotter. She could not help but let out a quiet groan, letting these new sensations wash over her, letting herself experience them, before straightening herself up.

There was no debating with herself, whilst it might be wise to top up her fuel tank, or book a room first, Maria had her eyes and heart set on the biker bar. The nude beauty made her way over, no real rush on her part, and with the only belongings on her person being a small handheld purse, and the wallet and car keys contained within. The walk gave her time to think, what the reaction would be namely, she was a healthy woman walking to a bar likely full of men...and she wasn't even wearing shoes.

Maria was now steps away from the front door, with the noon sun shining as brightly as it was, she could not see inside, there was no way to brace herself. Biting her lip, she pushed the door open, a small bell ringing as she stepped inside. The first things that hit her as her eyes adjusted to the darker interior was cool air, a welcome reprieve from the outdoor heat. Then a faint echo of cigarette smoke touched her nose, the telltale scents of booze and sweat soon to follow. And finally the first reactions, a couple of wolf whistles graced her ears as her eyes finally caught up. The bar was relatively quiet, seemingly the only people being the owners of those bikes and the bartender herself.

As for the bikers, she quickly picked out the two who'd whistled at her, one was a heavyset man with a glorious ginger beard, a bandana atop his head. The other a younger, skinnier man with barely any hairs on his chin. Maria glanced between the rest to pick out their features, one man wasn't looking so she unfortunately couldn't make much out on them. Another was an African-American man, sporting handsome stubble topped with a healthy moustache.

"Oh hell yes!" Called one of the bikers she hadn't looked over to yet, a fairly muscular white man, his face was bare, but that did wonders to show off his strong jawline. Talking about bare, his jacket had the sleeves removed, exposing those strong arms of his, artistic tattoos that accentuated his firm muscles "Bout time we had some eye candy in here, eh Ariel?" He added, looking over to the bartender.

The bartender, whom Maria assumed was named Ariel simply rolled her eyes and chuckled "You've been scaring them off Chris!" She called back to him, before turning her eyes to Maria, giving the nude woman an uncertain look. Ariel was certainly beautiful, in a 'every rose has it's thorns' kind of way, with graceful movements and appearance, boasting a trim but curvy form, tits barely contained in a tight tank top and dark blonde curly shoulder length hair to cap her off, but there was an alluring toughness in her eyes...

Maria responded to this by simply making her way over to the bar, and taking a few stools away from the biker group, not out of avoidance, but to play a little hard to get. "So..." She began, flashing a smirk at Ariel as she walked over "...what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?"

"Usually wear a shirt" Ariel said bluntly, despite the smile on her face "You forget to get dressed this morning? Or get lost on the way to the strip club?" The barkeep asked as she cleaned a glass, but as she got closer it was clear that eye contact was becoming harder.

Taken aback by the questions, the artist shook her head and smiled "Those are certainly valid questions, but no, I was moving home and decided to leave my clothes behind" She answered honestly, for if she was unable to hide her body now, she would not bother to hide her purposes.

Ariel chuckled in disbelief, now looking to the glass she was wiping, that was now very clearly clean "Heh, well I'm not gonna judge if leaving your clothes in the car is how you get off, but I've got a business to run...and you've got my clientele scheming over there"

True to her word, as Maria looked over the biker gang were indeed all hushed whispers, seeming to get quieter as the brunette glanced over. Looking back to Ariel though she leaned forwards slightly, propping herself up on her elbows "You misunderstand, they aren't in the car" Maria added with a wink and a flashed grin "...and don't worry, look all you like, I won't feel objectified Ariel"

With Maria's tease fresh in the air, the bartender took a moment, shifting her weight from foot to foot before letting the tension wash away...and permitting herself a look at those bared breasts just in front of her, of course the bikers needed no such comment or permission to look. "So...you have no clothes at all? And you're planning on moving somewhere like that?"

"Yes, and yes" Came Maria's blunt reply, she had to get payback for Ariel's initial bluntness somehow "And no, I do not intend to buy any clothes when I get there, or after that. I don't want to brag, but I'm an artist, I paint art pieces and either sell them or have them displayed. To cut to the chase, after a long time of not realising it, I recognised my body is a piece of art and want it to be displayed for the public, experienced either with eyes or..." Maria trailed off.

Ariel on the other hand picked up on that "Eyes...or more? Now you're an interesting one, tell you what, first drink's on me" The blonde chuckled, setting that now overly clean glass down in front of Maria "So what, interactive art piece then?"

With eyes locked on that glass, Maria had realised that she hadn't put much thought into those things, she hadn't had actual sex for a number of years, and with her accidental implication there, it made her wonder. How far did she want to push this? How dedicated to sharing her magnum opus did she intend to be? And why did all of these thoughts excite her so much? Then it struck Maria, her body was art, art is displayed at an exhibition. The world was her exhibition now, her body being exhibited to it...and yes, she was going to push this as far as she damn well wanted to.

"Interactive art piece" Maria nodded with a faint smile "Interactive at request, of course" She added, wanting to establish boundaries for herself, at least before her adventure into nudism, exhibitionism, and being an object of admiration and lust truly began "...and for the drink can I have something light please? I am driving still and would appreciate being able to reach my new home"