Meril Brown, 24, Ex-Teacher and Hobbyist Artist

Godiva Springs was very quiet this early in the morning, Meril had pulled into town while the sun was just popping up over the horizon so she was confident that she'd arrived without anyone knowing, not that it was her intention, of course. She'd been driving for near two days total, though she'd broken that up with rests and motel stops, all that time to drive her van full of basically all her worldy possessions.

Meril had bypassed the town itself, Godiva Springs being one of those places which was certainly busy, but at the same time most of the houses were a decent ways apart. The perfect kind of place if you want some privacy, and after years of living with or near her parents, Meril felt she needed some privacy for once in her life. Driving along a winding road that worked it's way through a small forest, she finally smiled when she saw her new home come into view.

A modest house, at least for a farmhouse, the place had two floors and eight rooms. But given she'd likely be living alone what might be cramped for a family of five, would be plenty of space for her. The house also came with land, which is likely what the biggest chunk of the price was, not that she was complaining. With the long enough driveway and miles of land surrounding the back and sides, she was content that the only company she'd have would either be invited or trespassers.

Pulling her van onto the drive, which took an impressive amount of time given it's length, Meril let out a sigh of relief and turned the engine off. She pulled a pocket mirror out from her purse, quickly looking herself over, making sure she looked good for her new house. Quickly touching herself up too, lightly brushing make-up onto her softer facial features, really getting her amber eyes to pop with subtle additions. Meril didn't need to, nor did she like adding too much to herself, her skin had a lovely tanned tone to it.

Content with her appearance, Meril got out of the car, stretched her body out, patted down any creases on her white button shirt and jeans before heading inside the house, mostly to scope out somewhere to put all of her belongings. The door was predictably locked, but after checking under the welcome mat she found the key, unlocking the door and entering. The place was thankfully furnished, though the last people who lived here had taken most of the more decorative items, leaving a home that was functional but fairly spartan in appearance. This little area, at the front of the house seemed to lead to basically every room, the stairs to her right, at least one door on each wall around her, Meril decided this would be the best spot to unload her belongings for the moment.

It didn't take too long to unload her van once she got into it, she mostly taught history when she was living in her old place, but she pulled double duty as a PE teacher, so she was relatively fit. As she continued to unload it gave her time to think, not that she didn't have time to think on the way over of course, though most of her thinking was dedicated to not driving off the road. No, her thinking here was to her situation, she had enough money to live comfortably with minimal work, which she hoped to support with her art.

Another thought that bit into her mind though was that she hadn't met anyone in town yet, not properly at least. Barring her name of which lying about is generally a bad idea, she could practically be anyone. Her mind raced for hobbies or interests she'd had that she was always worried her friends or family might judge her for.

"Hrm...I guess I could see what it's like being with a woman..." Meril said to herself as she loaded off another box, then chuckled to herself. That wasn't quite that out there, being gay is pretty normal these days...but of course, she hadn't tried. Adding that to her mental list of many things she moved on.

"I can order as much pineapple pizza as I like now" Her habit for talking to herself was coming along nicely, her insanity due to being isolated in a farmhouse should happen within the next week, right on schedule. As for the pizza, she quickly remembered the long drive and the fact they gave her coordinates for her satnav rather than an address then realised that pizza delivery may be wishful thinking in general.

As Meril set another box down the top parted slightly, revealing a stack of folded clothes, then it hit her. The one thing she absolutely couldn't do back home, but could here "I could become a nudist..." She'd had a passing interest in nudism, both in how liberating it was and how exciting it was. Though having trained to be a history teacher she'd learned to appreciate moments in time where women had been given more freedom to express themselves. Of course the laws gave all genders more freedom.

Not wanting to waste too much time and also to get used to it before doing her research into the finer details, Meril set another box down and bit her lip. One button at a time she undid her white shirt, each button coming undone revealing more of her ample chest, more of her matching white bra underneath. When it was loose enough Meril simply shrugged the shirt off of her shoulders, letting it slip down her body, pooling around her feet.

Shoes came next, she had a pair of light walking boots on, ones that you can hike in, but are suitable for more casual events. They however were not suitable for this event, and she kicked one aside. The other soon followed leaving her feet covered only by a pair of soft blue cotton ankle socks. Lifting a foot up she slowly pulled the sock off from the toe, pulling and tugging until her foot was freed from it's cotton prison, the other soon equally as bare. New sensations were already making themselves known to her, the breeze from the still open front door made her mostly uncovered skin tingle, meanwhile Meril flexed her toes against the cold wooden floor.

Meril wasn't naked though, not yet, a fact she wanted to address very quickly. Reaching down she unzipped her jeans, bringing her hands to her waistband as she eased them down her hips, exposing her sky blue panties, making a show of it despite having no audience. As her pants reached her knees she wiggled her butt, bending down further to push them all the way before stepping out of the small pile of clothes.

She couldn't believe this, she was in a house she'd barely moved into and she was already in her underwear, already planning on taking it further, already wanting to keep this habit up. Biting her lip she took in a breath, running her hands across her body as she considered her next victim. Those hands went to her bra, a hand cupping each breast then headed to her back, unhooking the fabric support and letting it fall away onto the floor, her D-cup breasts now just as free as the rest of her body...except of course...

Mostly naked except one item, Meril hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties. Slowly pulling them down, the last of her covered skin was now exposed, her lightly trimmed bush now open to the air. Nerves almost got the better of her, but as she brought that last item to her knees...she let them fall, letting out that breath she'd been holding.

Kicking her panties away into the pile, she stood there fully and totally nude. Performing a slight twirl for an unseen audience, the toned woman gathered up her clothes, ready to continue her chores. Meril was thankful that the driveway was concrete, rough but not painful, though a potential issue were the sections beside it. Running alongside the driveway on it's full length was a three meter or so rocky surface, made up of hundreds of tiny individual stones. This wouldn't be an issue if she was wearing shoes, but with her bare feet it'd be indredibly painful...and there was no way she could leap that far. It'd mean that if she was walking she'd have to walk the full length of the driveway and remain fully exposed, that or try and access one of the rear entrances.

Filing it under a problem for later, Meril continued unloading her things and when finished she parked her van up properly. She then spent an hour or two looking for homes for all her things, deliberately leaving the boxes with her clothes in the entrance, a little out of the way, not quite sure what to do with them just yet.

"Well, that's all squared away..." She muttered to herself, looking around her new house, her new life. Meril now had plenty of time on her hands, she was mostly settled into her home, but there were other things she could get to. Meeting the neighbours being one, in a town where your closest neighbour is miles away it pays to be on good terms. Mentioning the town she figured she'd need to actually visit the place, find out where the best stores were, that sort of thing. But at the same time the wilderness around her house called to her, perhaps it was her artistic spirit craving inspiration, or perhaps being stuck in a van for so long had got her longing for some fresh air. Or maybe there was something else she could think up, something to kill time...