Have some more!

Such a rare, good mood! And So much time left in the day! Why the hell ruin it finding some chore or errand!

You refill your glass, and open the back door, even though you're still in your PJ's, and step out into the sun! Aah, even in Autumn it's so warm, today! And cozy, even! You enjoy your wine as you take in some nature. There's a fence AND trees between yours and your neighbors' houses, so you're fine. You're fine! Leaves fall, here and there, making a colorful mix on the ground, still rich with brighter colors, for now, well before it all heads towards an ultimate brown.

You feel revitalized, and ready to go inside. And look around one more time... at the distant, rolling mountains far off... and back at your neighbors house directions...

An hour later, you slooowly creep back out your back door, the sun shining on your absolutely glowing, absolutely naked body. What started as a funny joke, with more **** became a tangent of thinking.

Slowly creeping, your heart beating out of your chest, you feel any second that you might sprint back into the house, only held back by how much attention that could summon, in all these loud, crinkly, fallen leaves. You stand still... and no matter where you look, you don't see any line of sight anyone could see you in. And so you start to calm down. As much as you could in this situation, anyway... a mixture of fear and excitement, like a rollercoaster. It feels addicting, but you can't see yourself doing this more than once.

...You've never been more aware of your body than now. You're naked every day, it's no big deal. Everyone is. But this... is THIS how you would walk around? Every DAY? If you weren't born just a few millennia later? With all your... circumstances and resources... broadcast every second. Is this not your natural state? Isn't your natural state kinda nice? In which case, society has nothing to do with you right now.

As you sip at your wine glass, you start to walk. This is how you would go, everywhere, if born in another era. People would be judging your actual self, not what can't be tucked or girded or painted or preened. If your nipples got hard, people would know... like they are right now, for example...

You're getting used to walking around, and surviving it. Thriving, even. Yet more and more, the idea that you COULD be seen, despite all your justifications... is blowing your mind. Normally, it's a nightmare. But that's because you're typically, at the time in a situation where it's GOING to happen when you don't want or need it to. But now... that's not how it feels at all..

You start to stagger a bit, and are overly-aware of your body jiggling about. Boys would love it, they bring up the smallest examples all the time. This would be driving them crazy, the simple animals... no. Right now, you can't really argue you aren't an animal as well. They would be able to see your hard nipples... and your glossy thighs, and know you were aroused. There would be no denying it. You'd be making the statement whether you wanted to or not... and that you were TERRIBLY embarrassed over it, judging by how you could feel the redness of your face from ear to ear... ...This is too much. --As in you need more wine. Not that you need to go inside... not NECESSARILY...

Half an hour later... a couple, and the parents of the man, hike through the mountains. It's nice to get away from society, after all! And on such a lovely day!

"Benjamin! What is that..?", the man's mother asked, curiously, point down into the valley. There is a town, down there, with houses, cul-de-sacs and strip malls. But, just a ways from it, in the woods, was a beacon of pasty skin.

Benjamin paused, and looked, along with everyone else, as the shape moved... unnaturally. Lurching. Undulating. Like something... human. ALMOST human. But before they could make out specifics, and before Benjamin's father could get his binoculars up and focused, it disappeared, somehow.

"W..What was THAT?"
"An albino deer, maybe?"
"It was up on two legs!"
"Aha, maybe it was Bigfoot?"
"...Benjamin, it's not funny. Let's.. let's go home.."

(It's a whole day and she's anxious about not being able to effectively utilize free time. So of course she drinks. I want her to stagger around her neighborhood, maybe in her underwear, but that already seems like too much. I COULD do the hacky thing where sheer luck or coincidence keeps her safe regardless, but I also like the idea of a flash in the pan encounter, like a family sees her through the trees for a few seconds like Bigfoot. Just as blurry, even.)