You’re locked out!

You sighed as you pulled down on the knob of the back door hastily. Aunt Rita had demanded you strip your overalls off outside (on account of them being expectedly caked in a bit of mud), but you’d chosen to forego underwear. Thus, she’d laughed at you when you took them off and were standing completely naked in the backyard, even snatching the overalls away the moment you stepped out of them. You’d been greatly embarrassed, but quickly headed inside to avoid any further humiliation.

At least, that was the plan, anyway. But that plan came apart when you pulled on the door, and it wouldn’t budge. You tugged again, harder this time, and the door creaked a bit, but sat unmoving. Your stomach began to form a knot as you pulled a third time, creating a loud creaking noise, but still leaving the door firmly closed.

“Having some issues?” Aunt Rita spoke up from behind. You slowly turned your head, and caught her blatantly staring at you with a raised eyebrow and a slick smile. You blushed, averting your gaze.

“The... the door is stuck.” You answered, fumbling your words a bit.

Aunt Rita chuckled a bit, walking towards you. You took in her state of dress, noticing she’d opted for a dark green tank top with thin straps, and a blatant cleavage window. She also wore a pair of blue jeans, with a small stain on the left knee, and a pair of dirtied black sneakers. Her chocolate brown hair flowed down to just above her shoulder blades, brushed haphazardly to have the hair look mostly organized, with a few stray loose ends towards the back. “Couldn’t be more perfect timing. Sometimes the back door gets stuck. You just gotta give it a little bit of elbow grease and technique. Observe...” Aunt Rita said, moving for the door. You quickly stepped to the side, blushing as you compared your own lack of dress to her own state.

She tried pulling up, then back on the door, but it held stubbornly firm. Then Aunt Rita pulled side to side, furrowing her brow a bit, and tried again. She tried pushing the door in almost every direction before pulling back, getting increasingly more puzzled each time. After a few minutes, she stepped back, hands on her hips.

“Welp. Looks like it’s as good as stuck. We’ll have to wait for David to wake up from his afternoon nap to open it up.” She said, sighing. “Shouldn’t be a problem though. I was plannin’ on readin’ a book out here when I’m done anyhow.”

You began to panic. With the door locked, you couldn’t get inside to shower, which meant you were now locked out stark naked. You could feel your adrenaline pumping a bit, as your face reddened a deeper shade.

“...Aunt Rita, I...” You started, your voice going soft as her eyes turned towards you. Trying to carry on a conversation while so bare in front of someone was almost impossible with the embarrassment screaming in your ears.

Aunt Rita raised an eyebrow.“What?” She said, looking you up and down. Her eyes widened for a second, and then a large smile quickly rose to her face. “Oh my god. You’re stuck outside nekkid!” She said, laughing lightly.

You glared at Aunt Rita, seeing that she was very non-chalant this about your current predicament. “What am I supposed to wear? I’m locked outside with no clothes!” You quickly stammered, your face turning as red as a strawberry.

Aunt Rita ignored you for a moment, continuing her laughter. “I’m sorry John, I can’t take you seriously! I mean, you’re locked out with not a stitch on!” She said, pointing at you and holding her stomach.

You couldn’t respond, and decided to try and wait out her teasing. Unfortunately for you, Aunt Rita was far from done. “You’re so~ embarrassed! I can see your bare butt! Ahaha!” Aunt Rita teased, pushing your buttons.

“Stop saying it! I can tell I’m naked!” You lashed out, earning an almost evil grin from Aunt Rita that instantly made you regret your decision. You could tell from her look that she’d found a thorn in your side, and planned to dig in harder.

“Oh? Stop saying what? That you’re naked?” She asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. Your slight shiver told her everything she needed to know, and Aunt Rita quickly wagged her finger at you.

“John’s naaaked~ He’s got no clothes to wear~! I can see his bare, white, shiny ass~ All in open air~!”Aunt Rita melodically taunted, bending a bit as her laughter caused her to buckle a bit.

“Stop! This is embarrassing!” You pleaded, adjusting your hands over your cupped dick. “I can’t just stand out here naked all day! Is there something I can wear?!”

Aunt Rita chuckled. “Ain’t a stitch out here honey! I ain’t lettin’ you put them dirty overalls back on either.” She explained, crossing her arms as she looked you up and down, and gave you a sly smirk. “I guess you’re just gonna have to stay all nekkid and embarrassed! Luckily I don’t think anyone’s comin’ over any time soon, so you could go do some...” Aunt Rita continued, thinking of what activity you could get into until your uncle awoke. “...Well if you wanted to be an absolute angel, you could run on over to Margaret’s and ask if she has spare a spare jar of her grape jelly. I’m sure she’d LOVE to see you streakin’ over. Her daughter Susie might like it even more. She’s in some college like you.”

You stood in shock for a moment, before stammering. “W-wait! Are you serious? I can’t stay like this! What if someone sees me? I’d die of embarrassment...”

Aunt Rita stood back a bit, smiling at you half-sincerely. “Honey, I’ve already seen almost all of it. I already told you to wear WHATEVER you want on the farm. Circumstances be damned. You bein’ outside with no clothes on might be embarrassing, and I might laugh at you, but you ain’t gonna get in serious trouble with me, or pretty much any of the neighbors for that matter. All of us n’ our kids are grown anyhow. Plus, we don’t get ANY visitors. Probably ain’t a single other car come down our driveway but once or twice in a month.” Aunt Rita said, trying to ease your obviously great fears a bit.

You were happy to hear that getting arrested was highly unlikely, but it did little to aid the sharp contrast in dress that constantly reminded you that you were naked in a place you normally wouldn’t, in front of Aunt Rita. But, Aunt Rita had a point. Even if it was embarrassing, you’d just have to stay naked the entire time, and hope Aunt Rita wouldn’t tease you too much. Hopefully she was right about the lack of visitors, and you’d manage to avoid anyone else seeing you naked.