An ENF Classic

Sitting here just casually chatting with Emma felt so strange, she was sitting across from me, fully clothed. And me? The exact opposite, she was treated to full viewing access of my body, and she took advantage of that, I could see her glancing down from time to time...it didn't help that I wasn't exactly trying to be modest.

"I have another idea" She said with a smile, one that sent a tingle down my spine "Do you watch many dare videos?"

I just shrugged, most of my porn content was of women being filmed getting nude of their own accord, that or blackmail...blackmail was kind of hot.

Emma chuckled at my lack of real reaction "Okay, so there's this trend where you order a pizza then answer the door in a towel..."

"Oh, oh yes I know this one" I leaned forwards with interest, before letting the image of myself dropping the towel play in my head. That could be a lot. "Wait you want me flashing the delivery driver?"

"Flashing? Answer the door naked" She said it so very matter-of-factly, as if it wasn't just an order, but a statement of what was going to happen.

"The door? The front door?" I asked again, looking off into space as I let the scene stew in my mind "Naked?"

"The front door. Naked. Yes" Emma tilted her head slightly, looking me over "Is that-?"

I could tell she was very lightly dropping the act to check on how I was feeling, I could tell...and didn't want that to happen.

"I'll do it" I nodded, then bit my lip at the image of some random pizza guy getting a full frontal of my body. At this point I wanted it.

With my friend satisfied at my wellbeing, now came the worst part. Needing to wait.

We'd both ordered a pizza each, with Emma insisting on adding nuggets and cookies to the order, probably to make the handoff take longer. And then just...waiting.

I was keeping myself relatively calm, all things considered. I'd rationalised it as just being another person seeing me, Emma already had and I wanted more people to see me. So delivery guy was just another step on that agenda, plus I was feeling a little pent up by now, arousal had been tainting my thought processes for hours now.

Hearing a car pull up, I got ready to move, though I didn't dare stand yet, in case they saw me through the window. I wanted this to be as much a surprise for them as it would be for me.

After a minute the doorbell rang, I stood, took a deep breath, then walked.

Opening it I was greeted to a boy around my age, around my height too, he had short brown hair and stubble that was trying it's best to be a beard, which also oddly suited him. His expression flashed from apathy to shock and then excitement extremely quickly.

"Wow I uh, n-number 34? This is crazy" He couldn't help but laugh in his amazement.

"Yes, thirty four" I replied, far more casually than I anticipated "What's wrong?" My question is almost playful, I'm amping up the innocence.

The delivery driver cleared his throat and adjusted his hat "Sorry it's just uh, you normally hear about towel dares but uh..." He checked the order, handing over one pizza box first "...never anyone answering the door naked"

"I guess you don't get many nudists huh?" I was trying to make polite, perhaps slightly sarcastic banter. A part of me wished he'd hurry up though, I was standing in the front doorway holding a pizza naked, and it wasn't even really dark yet.

"Nudist? Oh so this is a lifestyle thing?" He asked, his attitude seeming to level out a little...he didn't buy that did he?

Taking the other pizza box I simply shrugged "Yeah it's just y'know, a thing..." I rubbed my thighs together when he looked away to check the order, they were slick with my juices at this point.

"That's fair uh...shit, the other stuff must be in the other bag can I um" He glanced down at my body, partly out of embarrassment I think.

"Y-yeah I'll wait, it's fine" And I just stood there, naked, holding two pizzas in a way where it was impossible to even subtly cover up. Watching this guy jog back to his car to check his other bag.

Thankfully he didn't take too much longer and he added the nuggets and cookies to the top of my small pile. "Really really sorry about that..."

"No it's fine, really" I replied, taking a breath of that fresh air "Thanks for the pizzas" Winking his way, I closed the door and carried the food over to the kitchen.

Emma was standing there almost dumbfounded, having heard the entire interaction. "Holy shit, were you just standing there?"

"Yep" I replied simply, setting the boxes down and feeling my knees shiver. My urges had welled up, politely excusing myself I made for the bathroom and sat on the toilet, between my legs my fingers went, eagerly pumping at my needy pussy.

I just kept going, imagining that delivery guy looking me over, imagining what he was thinking about me, what he'd tell his friends. I imagined him touching me, using my body.

By the time I was out of my rut I'd came three times, my fingers were sticky from my fluids. Groaning, I stood up and cleaned myself best I could, then I washed my hands and headed back to the kitchen to see Emma already half way through her pizza...or had I taken that long?

"Wow...that really got you going?" She asked with a sly smirk.

A stranger saw me naked, and I was fully aware of it...and didn't stop it at all "Yeah...it did"

Conversation would happen, but for the moment we were both actually hungry, can't fetish on an empty stomach after all. That little dare had given me a lot to think about though, namely how I wanted people to see me, at least on a technical level. And whether simply seeing me was the same as seeing me in a risky context...a lot to think about indeed...