thinking about the future

Molly's car finally came to a stop right next to her house; there hadn't been many incidents during the drive—just people staring in surprise at finding her naked inside the vehicle. Once the new nudist arrived home, she unbuckled her belt, letting out a sigh of relief as she felt her skin settle after having fabric against her body for so long.

She didn't take long to get out of her car; as she lifted herself up, she noticed the seat was damp—something that made her think her body was unconsciously enjoying the sensation.

Without dwelling on the matter, she quickly closed the car door; she soon noticed neighbors and passersby watching her in her nakedness, a situation to which she responded with a friendly smile before using her keys to enter the safety of her home.

Safe within the confines of her home, she makes her way to her bedroom, where she soon catches sight of her naked body in her full-length mirror. She calmly admires her beautiful, pale neck, then pauses to touch her pussy, noting the wetness brought on by the arousal—though she still doesn't understand the reason for it.

Molly decides to turn her attention to her wardrobe; her bare feet carry her to the doors, and she doesn't hesitate to open them to look at her clothes. She surveys each garment and lets out a sigh, realizing that none of them will fit her anymore.

Calmly, she took out every item of clothing—pants, shirts, underwear, and shoes—and tossed them into a trash bag; Molly took a few seconds to look at the bag and say goodbye to her clothes for the rest of her life.

Molly finished the job and stepped out of her house again with complete confidence, tossing all her clothes into the trash; once more, she noticed every glance from the people passing by. All that attention made Molly feel a heat rising in her pussy—something that took her by surprise—and she quickly headed back inside.

Back home, Molly moved forward and ended up sitting on her sofa; she spread her legs and watched as the lips of her pussy protruded, glistening with moisture—she still couldn't understand why she felt so horny.

Slowly, her right hand touched her labia; an electric sensation jolted through her, and she didn't hesitate to drive two fingers in to begin penetrating her pussy. The sensation was exhilarating; Molly moaned, unconcerned about being heard, as she fingered herself frantically. It didn't take long for her to finally climax and stain the floor.

Molly panted wearily before finally catching her breath; she glanced at the mess and stood up to look for something to clean up her pleasure fluids. During the short walk, she thought about what her life would be like—no longer wearing clothes, which would bring certain challenges—and wondered if that state of arousal might bother her.

Molly finally tore off a paper towel and wiped the fluids off the floor; she quickly discarded the paper and realized she had the day off.