Back to her house

And so Gregora went back to the village through the trail, tired but nonetheless proud of today’s adventures. Her nipples were hard from today’s cold travel, the memories of which will certainly be more than warm. The naked brunette playfully jumped over the snowdrifts and tree stumps, nearing her house.

The road Gregora chose was quite discrete, hidden from the onlookers’ curious eyes by the pine trees and nearby fences. This walk was meant to be quick, but suddenly, it got interrupted by a dwarven figure. Gregora didn’t even think about covering up and kept walking, while the figure blinked and suddenly let out a chuckle.

“Wow, look who’s here. The ice queen herself!” The woman grinned from ear to ear.

Gregora looked closer and couldn’t contain a smile herself. She knew this freckled, short-haired redhead in a furry cloak like she knew the back of her hand. The local blacksmith apprentice, one of the best axe fighters in the village, and Gregora’s best friend Runda stood among the trees with a typical, arrogant glimmer in her golden eyes.

“What were you doing near my house, creep?” Gregora jokingly folded her arms under her breasts, making them look even bigger.

The redhead walked right up to the nudist, flattening the snow with her heavy boots.

“I was looking to borrow some clothes from you. It’s not like you need them anyway,” Runda chuckled and gave the brunette a loud butt-slap.

Gregora jumped away with a laugh, then raised her leg and showered her friend’s cloak with glistening snow. Runda got out of the way and made her best effort to catch the nudist’s foot mid-air.

“No, but really, did you want anything?” The girl swirled around as if in a dance, capturing Runda’s attention with her bouncing titties.

The redhead couldn’t help but smile from her considerate, empathic tone.

“Nah, I just knew you had a day off, so I decided to come by. Knocked and knocked on your door, but you weren’t there. Could’ve at least left a note that you went streaking!”

“I wasn’t streaking. ‘T was a simple jog,” Gregora rolled her eyes.

“Oh, don’t be shy! I think it’s great that a girl like you isn’t afraid of showing off. You’ve surely got the body for it! Say, why did you take this lonely, hidden road back to your house?” Runda’s eyes shone with mischevious glimmer.

Gregora shrugged and pointed at a couple of villagers tending to their animals far away.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re afraid of showing off a little,” Runda continued her attack, “don’t you wanna spread your nudist ideology to your fellow citizens? I think that’s the perfect opportunity, so you shouldn’t hide. In fact, you’re ought to take the main village road so everyone could see how confident you are… Or are you too scared?”

The axemaster added the last phrase with a delivish grin, trying her best to provoke the brunette.

“Well…” Gregora gave this crazy idea a thought.

On one hand, she’s had quite enough adventures already and wished to simply return to her house and hide under the blanket pile. On the other, however, the way Runda described this really sounded captivating, even if Gregora wasn’t truly that brave to dare walk under the gazes of the entire village.