Take A Step Outside...

Waking up naked with my clothes 'gone' was certainly an interesting feeling. However I had been educated decently well, for one don't leave your clothes somewhere obvious if you don't want to lose them, and two...losing those clothes felt really fucking hot.

Clothing abandonment wouldn't be something I could really practise at home though, even if I tried to, it'd truly be the least practical kink to experiment with there.

I did play it safe for a few nights, but again I was back to my usual tricks...and thinking about what came next, especially as hanging around the house naked was starting to get a little samey. No, I needed to try something new, and it came to me as I was putting laundry out to dry.

Our house had a decently sized garden, about thirty foot square, on the sides the previous owners had installed privacy fences that we never really took advantage of. But with my mind opened to the idea that *I'd* be running around places fully nude, this certainly gave inspiration.

Especially since the bottom of the garden was a more regular fence that led down to undeveloped shrubland, too uneven to be used as a hiking trail too, not just that but it also didn't really go anywhere...besides the other houses and side access paths of this street. A potential back door to the entire area...

That assumed I'd be going further than my own back garden however.

Biting my lip, I pocketed those thoughts into the back of my mind and headed back into the house with the laundry basket.

That night I followed my routine, but this time I went straight for the back door. Peering through the window all I could think of was how much scarier the place looked in the dark, trees that seemed warm and inviting were now just out to get me. I could feel myself getting cold feet already.

Forcing myself, I grabbed the door handle tightly, and turned. Even with the door barely open I felt shock at the breeze on my bare skin, it was still spring so the air had the last elements of a chill to it. That air emphasising my exposure just made me want out even more. Carefully taking my first step, feeling the rough concrete slab under my bare foot.

Surprisingly...that was enough for me, that night at least. I took my step, I tested the waters and then I was back inside. But I'd taken the step. I was confident in the idea that I could technically leave the house.

The next day I went out into the back garden, in the light those terrifying trees were warm and inviting...but also it seemed, boring somehow. This place was an opportunity to be certain, but seeing it in the daylight, seeing how safe it was from prying eyes, it may as well just be an extension of the living room.

I needed something real. Something risky.