She's holding something back

She was holding something back.

I could see it in the way she was watching me while we finished breakfast. There was a little smirk playing on her lips, like she was debating whether to say the next part out loud.

Then she just came out with it.

“I’ve been picked up by the police a few times,” she said, completely deadpan. “For walking down the street from my house completely naked.”

I just stared at her.

She kept eating her bacon like she’d just told me what the weather was.

“You’re joking,” I said.

She looked me dead in the eye. No smile. No laugh. Just calm and serious.

“Nope.”

I kept staring. My brain was trying to picture it — this thick, gorgeous 18-year-old with those massive tits and that plush ass just casually strolling down the street bare naked like it was nothing. And getting stopped by the cops. More than once.

She wasn’t joking.

She went on, still in that same casual tone.

“There’s a nudist beach about forty minutes from here. I go there sometimes when I can get a lift. It’s quiet. No one cares. I can just… be naked all day. It feels good.”

I swallowed.

Up until that moment I’d been riding the high of everything that had happened — the raw sex, the breeding kink talk, her riding me in the dark. But this felt like a different level. Public nudity. Getting arrested. A proper nudist beach.

I felt the line in my head.

I wasn’t sure I could cross it.

I shifted in my seat, suddenly very aware that I was still only wearing boxers while she was fully dressed. My cock was half-hard again just from the mental image she’d planted.

Alice tilted her head, studying my reaction.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” she said softly.