Taking Out The Trash

"So..." Emma spoke first as we were picking over what was left of the nuggets and cookies "You didn't cover up"

"No, but I was holding the pizzas" It was a logical answer, a plausible one maybe. But the fact was that I just stood there naked, exposing my nude body to the street.

"You called yourself a nudist" My friend continued, to which I just shrugged.

"I'm not a nudist"

"I didn't say you were. But you did lie so that it'd be more acceptable for you to be naked" Emma pointed out, smugly taking a bite from a cookie.

She had me there. I could have said literally anything, but instead I lied and exposed myself longer than I reasonably should have. The thing was I knew I could do that again.

"Not judging you Rachel, just saying that you did it...and making a mental note of course" She added, her tone seeming fairly casual as she analysed me very directly.

I bit my lip, then went back to eating, hoping to drop the subject. Not out of shame or embarrassment, I was working out that I was very much not a prude. But having someone see right through you, just like that? It's something I didn't want a back-to-back repeat of, to say the least.

We'd finished our food when Emma spoke again "Okay, take these out to the recycling" She said, gesturing at the cardboard "We keep that in the shed in the back garden-"

"Wait a second" I cut her off, mostly because the commands were so sudden "...oh uh, back garden?"

"It's to keep it all dry, I'll throw the food stuffs away, don't worry" She offered a saccharine smile, I knew for a fact that rubbish would be kept indoors. Not that I minded, being subject to her whims was why I've been going along with this.

I get to my newest chore and fold the boxes as best I can, then head to the back door. Peering through I notice that their back garden is a little larger than ours, not by too much. But they also lacked high fences, which made the extra length feel all the more risky.

Glancing over my shoulder I see Emma gathering up rubbish, then biting my lip, I open the door and head out.

Doing this feels like entering enemy territory, I have potential eyes on both sides, so many potential witnesses from those simply in their gardens, to those looking through windows. I concentrate on my goal, the shed in the back corner, but the more I focus it almost feels like it's taking longer to get there, each step just isn't fast enough.

Eventually I make it there, fumbling with the latch as I head in to drop off the cardboard. Finding the pile, I let out a satisfied sigh...then realise I need to walk back. Thankfully I didn't need to sum up the courage, I was already too horny for that. Striding back out into the garden I'm now granted a view of the two other houses. They're both similar in design to Emma's, so nothing notable there.

But I did see that I had a voyeur in one of the top floor windows of the house on the right. I saw him start to hide upon me seeing him, but I gave him a wave which seemed to keep him around. With a smile I kept walking, enjoying my newfound audience as I headed back to the house.

Another witness, that was three now...that I'm aware of at least. I wonder when I'll lose count...