No, she wants to streak.

Michelle’s mind didn’t work in an ordinary way. She didn’t truly feel naked until she was isolated from her clothes. Her underwear wasn’t going anywhere, so she felt it was safe to explore and wander.

With her backpack in her hands, she took a few steps forward. She glanced back at her bra. Each step took her further and and further away from clothing. Michelle’s heart was thumping hard as she went further and further away.

“Maybe past that bush is enough,” Michell thought. She would walk by that bush, and then run back to gather her things. Her clothing did have SOME use after all, as it was used as currency in some spots.

As Michelle walked further and further down the beach, feeling the grains of sand between her toes, she felt the weight of her backpack, and the material brushing against her skin.

The backpack, of course, wasn’t clothing, and wasn’t hiding anything intimate at all. Still, she could feel it. The material brushed against her skin, constantly reminding her of its presence.

Once Michelle reached the bush, she stepped and looked back. She had walked pretty far down the beach. Her bra was no longer visible. A smile crept up on Michelle’s face, and she turned towards the bush.

For once, the logical part of her mind governed her next move. She wanted to be without the backpack. To be truly naked. However, unlike her underwear, the backpack contained important things. Food, water, and even a cell phone were among the things listed. Michelle couldn’t leave that in plain sight like she did her underwear.

So, she slid the backpack over her shoulder, and hid it in the bushes. Michelle took a few steps back, and could not see the backpack within it. Her face felt hot with blush, but she couldn’t break her smile.

Her hands glided over her skin, now completely, and truly naked. She sensually massaged her breasts, and let a hand squeeze her moist womanhood. The pent up pleasure was pushing through her.

Michelle closed her eyes and stood there, continuing to let her fingers work. She was completely, fully naked outside, doing a very lewd thing. Her eyes remained shut, like there was some mental block keeping her from opening them. She was imagining an audience for her display of self pleasure.

Except in a way, there was one. She was on a show displaying herself for popularity.

“Ooohhh….” She moaned out. It was a long drawn out moan, and she blushed deeply when she realized just how loud she was when she did it.

She glanced around. “Nobody heard that, right?” Michelle couldn’t see anyone on the beach. At least not immediately.