Nude Introspection

After finally getting back home from the quick 15 minutes of the drive home and safely inside of my room, I started to strip off my constricting clothing. I laughed as I thought, (I still can’t believe that I actually squirted in front of Dr. Brown. She even had some of it land on her. I’m super grateful she didn’t say anything to mom as well.) I was returned to reality with my nipples aching from the roughness of the slit combined with the tightness of the Henley. I quickly stripped off the jacket, Henley and slip. I could feel the instant relief of my boobs no longer being constricted and found myself unconsciously massaging each one with my hands. I quickly stopped (despite admitting that I didn’t want to) and saw my reflection: a busty girl wearing nothing by her tight jeans.

I had to admit I looked like one of those models from the fashion magazine that I would glimpse at the local grocery store. I never envied those women but now I find myself in shock that I look like one of them. My mind was brought back to the need to take off the jeans that were digging into my hips and I undid the button to give myself a bit of relief. I began to the process of peeling of the overly tight jeans down my curvaceous butt with a few hard tugs. After some effort, the material was off my butt and the relief was instant. I sat down on the edge of my bed to make the process of peeling off the pants as I pulled each leg free. With my legs finally pulled free, I threw the pants into the pile of my other discarded clothes and realized I was naked again, admittedly still not being used to the feeling.

I could feel the juices flowing as well as the nerves tingling as my body reacted to the cool air of my room. My nipples were even harder than before and I could feel little goosebumps forming across my body. Nudity had never felt so liberating before and I found myself sexy, which that thought never crossed my mind once before today. You look at your nude reflection and can’t help but remember Dr. Brown mentioning how hard it would be to keep the boys off me now. My brain started to wander about being caught naked in front of my group of friends and how they would they even react. I grabbed my tits and gently twisted my sore nipples. (Gawd…that’s feels so good…) I could feel my instincts taking over as my left hand slowly moved its way down past my tummy, and nestled itself between my folds. I could feel just how saturated I was and I gasped as my finger began to gently rub across my lips.

I was enamored with the reflection of a woman I barely recognized playing with her nipple but also exploring her vagina as well. I was tempted to just stay like this all day, but a sharp knock at my door that made me instinctually turn towards the door, frozen with my hands covering my privates as best as I could. Luckily, the door hadn’t opened and I could hear my mom asking, “Can I come in, sweetheart?” I quickly sprint to my bed and pull the covers up to my chin just as she is opening the door.