Shine of Giving

Sitting next to her in the car, doing my best to remain casual even though the trip seems to take forever/. Even though I've been naked for a while, I still find it odd to see my exposed nipples the moment I look down, which is what I'm doing now, waiting to get back and let her rummage through my things. My mind is racing, still coming to terms with the decision I just made... Not only will I never wear clothes again in my day-to-day life, but the police are authorised to strip me if I slip up.

Awash with emotions, I can't tell if I'm unsure about giving them all away, impatient to see it though, or aroused by the idea of always being naked before so many. I look briefly off the road ahead to Tiffany, who smirks back at me, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your clothes. You know, I wonder what I'll where first... a warm, cosy sweater or perhaps some naughty lingerie? Hmm, so many choices."

I find myself smiling back at that, despite myself. Sitting next to her, naked as one can be, my bosom rising and falling softly with each breath, I find my right hand moving toward my mound before I manage to freeze in place and put my arm back down on the car's armrest. "Ha ha. Such a teaser you are. Don't need to push it in... besides, you can wear both at once. Sweaters are not mutually exclusive to lingerie."

She smiles back, parking in her reserved spot, before saying, "Well ya, but still, which to dig through first? Hey, got any new clothes you haven't worn yet? So much to do!" and with that, she quickly put it in park, turns off the engine and in a rush, headed to the lift.

Walking behind, I find myself feeling the coolness of the lot, the breeze blowing across my bits, and once more have to face the fact I'm always going to feel it as intently. Letting out a breath, I rush behind, my breast bouncing softly, ass shaking, and my heels clicking loudly, as I cry back her way, "What's with you and my clothes?"

She smirks back, hitting the button for the lift, before turning back and replying, a smug smile shining from her face, "You mean they were your clothes... It's illegal for you to own them, let alone wear them, any more, remember?"

Rolling my eyes, I find a brief surge of pleasure rush through me at that, before returning, "Yes, how could I forget? I'm sure you'll catch me if I slip up too... if only to claim it off me!"

Tiffany lets out a giggle, the sound seeming sharper than I'd expect, "Hey, someone has to help nakr sure you do what's best for you..., and who else will, fi I don't?"

I shrug at that, smiling back her way, sharing a laugh at her jest, as the doors to the lift open. It only goers up a single floor or so before stopping, and a small number of people get on. Some of whom clearly have not seen me naked before, and it shows. A few gasp later, along with wolf whistles, cat calls, and "Hey, nice outfit. Won't need to use my imagination tonight, am I right?!"

I felt a slap on my ass, as the crowd's myth carries on. I smile back, making a bit of small talk, but soon it quiets down, and one of them suggests, "Oh, hey, you're one of those nudists I've heard about! Hey, why don't you stand in the middle, and let us all get a good look at you. You won't mind, will ya?"

I felt my cheeks heat, admused and aroused at once, and the whole time, hoping it does not show... at least, not too badly. "I guess... Well, of course not!", I manage, doing my best to exude confidence, and not quite doing my best. Still smiling, I move to the centre of the lift, spreading my legs wide. I felt a few hands poke and prod, as the newcomers overcome any hesitation on their part. Before I know it, my arms are now above my head, and my legs are spread wide apart, making my nakedness as exposed as they could make it.

I felt another slap on my ass, this time from behind, as the crowd insists I perform for them. I move about a bit, not as fast as I would normally, at least not at first, and all the while seeing Tiffany doing a badn just hiding her grin... or the fact she's laughing. The lift travels, and eventually she can stand next to me, and once there, I notice two young men are standing nearby us, and I glance at Tiffany, who pauses as a look of realisation appears on her face, "Oh, sorry, my nymph! This is Mike and Chris. They're my roommates and volunteered to help with the process... Hope you don't mind."