Happily getting along

It was with a little **** that she kept her heels on; it was easier to walk around outside with them on. Now she was free of everything else though... She walked out of the tent and stopped for a moment, basking in the feel of the air on her skin.

Why hadn't she done this sooner? Smiling serenely, she walked past other nude women.

"Hello," a younger woman came up to her, her nudity and smile a mirror of Peggy's own. "Are you new here?"

"Just arrived," Peggy said.

"It's lovely, isn't it?"

"Very," Peggy said.

Why had she ever let herself be encumbered by modesty? Now she didn't have the weight and constriction of her clothes to worry about, she could breathe freely. Why had she ever been bothered by strangers seeing her bush, or seeing her tits?

"Do you need help with anything?" Peggy said.

"We're growing food over by the border," the woman said. "Do you want to help?"

"I'd like that," Peggy said.

She found she meant it; mission forgotten, Peggy went with the woman, content to help this cult progress. The smile never left her face; she nodded at the other women she passed.

Hands by her side, back straight, she kept her head high. The only thing that slowed her was the occasional deep breath in, taking in the air fully. Everything seemed somehow more vivid, more real.

The cult proper only took up a certain amount of land, tents and signs of settling in the middle; towards the outside they'd started working the soil. There were a few rows, some with plants growing and some still bare, no doubt soon to be a source of food.

A fence had been constructed of loose tree branches, posts left in the ground. Not only did it separate the fields, but it also marked the edge of the cult's ground. While there wasn't really anything to stop strangers from coming in, they still mostly seemed to gather outside.

And there were quite a few. Peggy's eyebrows raised, though she didn't slow. Well, she supposed it was a good thing so many strangers were gathered outside; they might grow interested enough to join. Still, why did they stare so much?

"You can start at the other end, plant those until you run into someone else," the woman said.

"Will do," Peggy said. She smiled back, before taking a handful of seeds.

She walked to a corner of the field close to the outside and knelt, her knees in the dirt and her ass pushed out behind her as she leant forwards.

She worked slowly, making sure the seeds were a good few inches into the ground before she moved on. She stayed on all-fours while she worked.

Someone whistled outside. She paused for a moment, leaning back to kneel and face them, unconcerned that countless eyes could now see her chest.

"Hello," she said, her voice the same almost-dreamy tone as the other women. Then, content she'd responded, she returned to her task, perfectly happy to expose herself.