Ironically, Clothing

The back garden and my nude exploration any further was an idea I'd keep close as an inspiring force, I'd build up the courage one day, though for that it wouldn't be tomorrow, or the day after that. No no, I had a new idea.

Considering that I've spent a lot of time naked (As I should) I think now I should talk about my general fashion. My tastes have never been overly modest, nor especially showy either. For example I've always been fairly comfortable wearing short skirts, I've just never done so to show off. When it's colder though I've always enjoyed wearing my hoodies, but when I do I'm often wearing pants.

So you can understand my surprise when I came home from a day out where I'd dressed for a warm day and because there was a cold chill, I pulled on one of my hoodies. And then looked in the mirror...

"Huh..." I remember saying to myself as I caught my reflection. The hoodie was a little long, and because of that it hid my skirt completely. I turned around to confirm, sure enough the back was just the same, nothing riding up, nothing out of place. "...I can work with this"

Pulling my hoodie off...as well as the rest of my clothes, I stood naked for a moment, cupping my breasts, trailing down my belly, my hips. With my explorations I'd started to appreciate my body more, especially as thoughts were coming into my head that other people should see it, see me.

I put the hoodie back on, it was a funny feeling, I'd never worn it without a shirt, so the texture felt a little odd on my skin. But seeing myself in the mirror told the real story.

I looked exactly the same, with an impish grin I lifted the front up, flashing myself in the mirror with a giggle. I needed to experiment with this. For extra effect I put on a pair of longer socks, almost knee high, and left my room.

It felt surreal, while it was later in the day it was still barely 3pm. The sun was still out, mom and dad were awake and about the house. And here I was, wearing barely any more than I would be when they were fast asleep. It made my nerves go crazy, but I had to force myself to be calm.

Making my way downstairs carefully, as to not accidentally upskirt my parents and give up the game entirely, I headed to the kitchen. Dad was there, prepping something for dinner.

"Oh, hey Rachel, didn't see you there" He said, turning a little with a smile "Feeling cold?"

I couldn't believe it, dad was looking right at me and my disguise was working. Forcing the thought out of my head I focused on the conversation "Not really, just y'know, there's a chill" I lightly nodded, plausible.

"Yeah it has been feeling a little...yeah" His voice drifted a little, but he just seemed a little distracted with cutting something.

"I'll uh, I mean you're busy. I'm just going out, for a walk, fresh air" Just a walk, mhm. I wasn't the best liar back then, even if I didn't need to be.

Dad just nodded and let me get back to it, and I headed for the front door this time. This was a big step, sure I wasn't naked, but I felt like I was. I slipped my shoes on, then opened the door.

During the day the street didn't feel particularly imposing, but in my state of undress it might as well have been another planet. Carefully stepping outside, I felt that cool breeze tickling my skin from under my hoodie, constantly reminding me how little I was wearing...and giving me a strong insight into how much warmth clothing actually provided.

Closing the door behind me, I forced myself to walk. Being as I was in public I had to act as normally as I could, trying to hide would only draw attention, as would running or doing something else odd. So I just kept walking down the pavement, the excitement welling up in me.

Glancing down at myself I couldn't help but smirk, though it probably looked like a dumb smile. My body was reacting in ways I hadn't anticipated, either from the cold, the rubbing fabric or my excitement, I could see my nipples poking out against my only cover. They weren't terribly obvious, the hoodie was too thick for that, but to me, from this close? The bumps were plain to see.

"Good afternoon" I almost jumped out of my skin, then realised an older lady said it as we passed eachother.

"I uh, afternoon" I made my reply, it was hasty and forced, but it'll do. Maybe she'll just think I'm awkward.

This reminded me that being as I was in public, there would also be other people out and about. A silly thing to forget, but I was quite caught up in my own excitement.

Spotting a small park I decided to take a detour. Parks around my area were more or less always the same, while there was grass enough to walk dogs or to engage in other activities, there was always a wooded portion, this balance always varied but neither part were so small as to feel pointless.

For this park it was a small collection of trees and a grassed area big enough for a very small game of football. I angled more for the wooded area, heading into the safety of the trees and bushes, where I found a thankfully clean and maintained bench to sit down on.

Taking a seat, I could feel my hoodie stretch a little, caught under my rear it was still doing a decent job of keeping the illusion going. But opposite me I spotted a small but interesting art display, it was a couple of mirrors, one complete, the other shattered and serving as a frame or outline of the first. But it was close enough for me to see myself clearly, and to not worry about others seeing the mirror before I saw them.

Watching myself in the mirror, I bit my lip and carefully parted my knees, just enough to still be considered 'polite', but just enough that I could see my exposed pussy between my legs. Further again, I could feel the front of my hoodie riding up a little as my thighs parted. Feeling excited now, I lifted my butt up enough that I pulled my hoodie from under it, gasping as I felt the cool wood on my bare skin.

I took another look around, I had to be careful now as I let my hoodie ride up. I could feel the breeze on my hips, I could see my reflection...I could see how exposed I looked already, sitting there very obviously bottomless.

I wondered if I could go further.

Looking around again, my hands went to the hem of my hoodie...and pulled up in a quick flash, exposing my breasts to the open air, before going back down again.

I took another look around.

Nobody was there. I was alone.

With an impish grin, I did so again. Only this time I didn't pull it down, I let it bunch up above my chest, and sat there watching my reflection on that bench, effectively naked.

Getting caught up in my excitement, I brought a hand down between my legs and started to finger myself. My fear of getting caught like this was immense, if I did I'd be in trouble with the police, indecent exposure, sexual acts in public.

But all that only made me feel hornier, the sheer risk of getting caught, the consequences. I was tasting a nectar of arousal that few women had the opportunity to taste.

I quickly brought myself to climax, stifling a moan as I let the pleasure flow over me like a wave. As I sat there panting, my chest fully uncovered, I eventually got a sense of clarity again.

But I didn't feel regret or fear, I knew that what I was doing was high risk. But in my post-climax clarity I knew that I hadn't been caught. I even stood up before pulling my hoodie down.

I walked back home like I'd won the lottery, or discovered true love. I'd came in public, exposing my whole everything, all whilst wearing a hoodie and practically nothing else.

This also began a newfound love of hoodies and shirts that were particularly long, tops that implied the existence of shorts or skirts beneath them, or even another top as well.