Leave her thong in the sand.

With the black thong hanging between her fingertips, she wanted to feel as free of her clothing as possible. Michelle let the thong drop to the sand.

She shuddered and smiled, feeling the wind glide over her bared bottom half. It was naked, exposed, uncovered. Free.

Michelle hummed to herself as she let her hands slide down her stomach and felt herself between the legs. With her eyes locked on her thong, she took slow steps backwards, further and further down the beach.

Her legs seemed to shake slightly as soon her thong was out of sight. A shiver went up her spine. She felt more exposed, more naked. Michelle let her hands run down her thighs, over her pussy and butt to confirm she was completely bottomless.

The only clothing remaining on her body was her bra. It hugged her breasts at the moment, and was the only thing keeping her from the total nudity her body craved. With one more glance around the beach, she slid her backpack over her shoulders.

Her hands quickly moved behind her back and unsnapped her bra. The cups fell loose from her breasts, and they briefly bounced in newfound freedom.

The bra hit the sand with a soft pat, leaving Michelle completely naked.

Michelle took a few steps backwards. Her nipples hardened, and her knees wobbled. She could feel her heartbeat quicken. As an exhibitionist, she had gotten naked outside before, but never in a place that felt so open and free. One hand moved up and squeezed her breast, while another went down to touch herself between the legs.

The naked girl had remembered the rules of the show. Some of the villages uses clothing as a form of currency. Technically, she would still need the underwear even if she didn’t intend on wearing it. That is, if she planned on visiting the villages. The rest houses had food and a place to sleep.