Under the Open Sky

The door slammed shut behind me with a dry crack, leaving the warmth of the kitchen behind. The late afternoon had that melancholic orange hue, but to me, the world seemed to vibrate in a cold, exposed blue. Immediately, the icy wind of the twilight breeze whipped my body, striking my skin with the **** of an electric shock. My nipples instantly hardened, becoming two stiff, aching points under the biting air, while my arms instinctively closed against my chest in a futile attempt to preserve some warmth.

The most surreal impact, however, was that of the cool breeze circulating freely between my legs. Without the fabric of underwear or the warmth of pants, I felt the icy air caress my freshly shaved pussy, a sensation of **** vulnerability that sent a shiver straight down my spine.

Obediently, I took my first steps naked in my parents' backyard. It might have been summer, but I'm not very tall, and completely unprotected, each gust of wind seemed to want to pierce me. My left foot left the concrete step and the soft, damp grass greeted it. A slight movement of my toes confirmed that, despite the dread, this was the only pleasant part of the experience; the touch of the green was comforting beneath the soles of my feet.

I walked towards the shed feeling as if I were under an invisible spotlight. My body was flooded with intense sensations: the prick of the small pebbles, the crackling of a dry leaf, and the constant awareness that the only thing between my privacy and the neighbors next door was the cold night air. I was on the edge between the house and the world, and the wooden shed seemed the only possible refuge before anyone saw me from the street.