Honda boy

As I exited, I was high from my success, the smile on my face almost matched the intensity of the blush on my face. I returned to my brisk walking pace towards the home. A few honks here, a few catcalls there, it didn't matter! I was on a one way ticket to clothes city. My elation turned into curiosity when a familiar small honda parked on the side of the road with hazards on caught my attention. The boy I had startled earlier was standing next it, fairly glumly until he noticed me moving that way. Remembering the hoodlums at the gas station, I decided to see if this guy was in fact a gentleman. "Sir, would you mind walking me home? There some guys who chased me earlier, and I'd rather that not repeat itself on the return trip."

Unsurprisingly it didn't take any more convincing than that to convince the young man to escort a naked woman. Once I got home I would make plans for the bookstore interview, and get ready to buy some sweet sweet threads. Introductions happened curtly. His name was Eric. He was a bit of a lanky fellow, but not without his charms. If I was going to have to journey with someone wearing nothing but a folder of resumes, there could have been far worse options. He never made it a point to stare or even comment on why I had partaken on this particular chore wearing naught but a smile.

Turns out he was about my age, was definitely one of those comic nerds previously seen at the bookstore, and his parent had moved to the area about a year ago. As we were chatting about everything except the topic of my nudity, I found myself covering less, and being less defensive. It wasn't honestly very long until we were standing on the porch, me completely not trying to cover, and him pretending like he didn't want a good look.

"I'd honestly be fine with you looking at my body," I whispered to him. Something of the old party girl survived this humiliating ordeal.

It was only now that I even bothered explaining to him why I was naked, and that I wasn't some naturist troll, but was being kept in a constant state of nudity by my evil family. he suddenly seemed concerned that he had been unabashedly staring at my breast, but I told him he can look all he wants. I even told him he can touch, and in short order we were in the front door, and on the couch. I couldn't help it, I had been walking around naked for 2 days, and I was turned on by Eric's attention.