She finishes off the donuts

Finally, after a long and tiring walk, Karina reached the front door of her home. As she idly licked the last of the crotch-chocolate off her fingers, she looked up at the bright morning sun.

"Seems a shame not to enjoy these out here." she said to herself.

At this point, the chocolate was having a similar affect to her hunger when she left her house this morning; she was blissfully unaware of her state of undress. So when she sat down on her front step, knees spread widely, and slipped the strings off her arms, she had absolutely no idea why so many people seemed to be gathering around her lawn. She offered them a friendly smile and even a wave as she untied the strings and chomped down on the first doughnut. Even that creep next door, Ron, was watching her, and she almost never saw him.

Within a few minutes the last of the doughnut was in her mouth. Feeling it's relaxing effects, Karina leaned back against her door, rested her hands behind her head and stretched her legs out in front of her. The tension leaving her muscles felt sooo good, although for some reason the step she was sitting on felt uncomfortable. She shifted her weight, but it didn't feel any better. Why did the step feel so rough on her jeans? She pulled her legs up again, knees spread wide.

"That's weird."

This same position had felt comfortable a moment ago. She felt a slight twinge of guilt as she considered that maybe her jeans were getting a bit tighter. She really had to cut down on the sweet stuff. She reached down, intending to adjust the material around her crotch. Instead her fingers felt the smooth flesh of her pussy. Her fingers probed around; felt the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, and moved up to her round hips.

"I... I can't be bottomless. Can I?"

She looked down. She was right; she wasn't.

Karina looked up from her naked body at the dozens of neighbours just watching her. Well, not just watching her; a great many of them had their smartphones out, taking pictures and filming the event.

"Oh my god!" Karina screamed, covering her shame with her hands.

Breasts and booty jiggling deliciously, she turned and tried to open her door. Locked. Burning with embarrassment, she bent over and lifted her doormat to retrieve the spare key she kept there for emergencies. Wolf whistles called out as she mooned half the neighbourhood. Panicking, she **** the key into the lock and turned. Within seconds she was inside the safety of her home.

Her heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. She covered her face with her hands and sank to the floor. That was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her. She would never live this down for as long as she lived!

It was a little over an hour later that Karina left her bedroom, still as naked as the day she was born. Her embarrassment had quickly turned to arousal, and her arousal to an hour long mastabatory session in her bedroom. She headed into her bathroom and washed herself off before heading downstairs to the kitchen. Her sexual appetite had left her with a ferocious appetite. She opened the door to her fridge, and bent over as she looked inside.

"Let's see. Celery. Cottage cheese. Eurgh, diet yoghurt."

Her stomach growled in protest.

"Actually, you know what? Maybe I'll go to that doughnut place. It's only a short walk away."

She picked up her handbag and slid the strap over her shoulder. Wearing nothing but that and a smile, she exited her front door.