National Nude Daisy: Part 2
A timid waitress travels nude on the metro train.
Based on a post by CupidStuntDotEXE. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The train pulls in at the next station, and I'm forced to move away from the door. I grab the handle as if my life depends on it, and watch each face as it steps on. First, they gaze at me, then the others, then they awkwardly find a place to stand.
I try to make room, and it's not as though I take up a lot of it, but there isn't much to go around. The soft scratch of clothing as people push past leaves a ghost of sensation on my skin. I remember what it was like to have clothes on. I should have them on now. I shuffle my bare feet inward, toes resting on toes. Last thing I need is to be stomped on, especially likely considering the only handle was the vertical bar in the middle of the section.
A warm hand brushes against mine and, looking up, I see a young man in a cheap suit quickly averting his gaze.
"Sorry," he says, sliding his hand away.
I smile up at him and bite my lip. He's trying so hard not to look. His neck is tense. His knuckles are white on the handle. I glance toward Frankie, then Bella. Finally, I let my gaze settle on Eliza. I could stand to be more like them. Flirty Frankie, is just trying to have fun no matter the situation. Bella just doesn't give a fuck at all, and Eliza? She's still engrossed in her phone.
How do I get that comfortable?
I look at my feet and shift positions. I can see people looking, watching. Not just the three beauties, they're also looking at me.
Some are trying to hide it, looking away as my survey of the situation threatens to catch them. Others don't even try to hide their gaze. They stare at me, my body. Even as I muster my courage to stare back, they just smirk and drink me in. Another stop.
More people climb on and claim what little space was left.
I'm pressed against the suited young man, between an older guy in a tracksuit who practically forced his way next to me. Suit guy is breathing heavily. Stealing glances. He shifts in place and rubs against me. I shift and rub against him.
I miss the cool breeze, because it's getting really warm on this train. All the people and no windows on this wonderful day. I feel hot all over.
Tapping on the suited gent's arm, I get his attention and give him permission to look at me.
"Would it be alright if I put my feet on yours?" I ask, looking up more with my eyes than my head. "I'm scared of being stepped on."
His mouth opens. Enough for half a breath, but no words. His head drops and he sighs. Silently turning a shoe toward me.
"Thank you," I say, stepping onto him. Pressing myself closer. I'm teasing him on purpose, and I wonder if he knows it. My shallow breaths are shaking again. The tightness in my chest brings a new warmth with it.
His hand brushes against my tit. It grazes my nipple as he pulls it away. I feel his warmth linger on my body.
"Fuck, sorry," he says, blushing almost as much as I am.
"Don't worry," I say. "It was an accident."
I narrow my gaze and crease my brow. "Or was it?" I ask, giggling after I pause long enough for him to stammer.
The cutest smile cracks his face, and he turns away to laugh.
"Had me worried," he says, giving me a flash of his smiling face. He still can't quite look at me.
I thought I'd be vulnerable. Weak. Overlooked. But he's completely under my spell.
Entranced.
I am powerful.
The train jolts, pushing everyone into everything. My balancing act crumbles as I fall backwards. The grip on the central pole only guiding my descent instead of stopping it. I squeak, expecting gravity and a hard floor; instead, I feel a warm hand on my back, and a strong arm pulling me close. My free hand grips the suited arm as it steadies me.
I look up at him, and our eyes meet. They lock. They linger. His hand is still on my back. Fingers spread wide as my muscles react, arching my back, pressing me into him. I can hear my heartbeat, or is it his? I can't tell, but I know mine is in my throat. My gaze flicks to his lips as I lick mine, before I get lost again in the moment. His hand slides over my skin as he pulls his arm away. Without thinking, I tighten my grip on him.
He stops.
The world stops.
"Daisy," Eliza says.
"Hmm?" I drag my gaze from him to see my friends looking at me. My eyes flick between them. "What?"
"Are you okay?" Eliza asks, shooting glances at the young man.
"Um hmm. Yup. Totally," I say, turning my gaze back to him. "Just two strangers on a train who are definitely not having a moment."
He glances toward Eliza, then back to me. "I think your friends might hurt me if I don't let you go."
"I might hurt you if you do," I say, pouting.
The realization of how blatant and brazen I'm being slaps me in both cheeks, and I burn red. I have to look away.
"Gods, I am so sorry. I'm not usually this flirtatious," I say, stepping off his foot. "Or naked."
His finger tips trace around my torso as his hand slips away, just barely grazing the edge of my tit.
"That's a shame," he says, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I'm lucky I got to experience both, then."
I turn to Eliza, widening my eyes and pursing my lips. She smirks and returns to her phone. I spend the rest of the ride stealing glances at the cute guy, wishing I could ask for his number, or even his name, but that wouldn't be fair to him. My heart, as of right now, belongs to Kenny. It doesn't seem right to keep a back-up option, or to give hope to someone unnecessarily.
I am definitely having some feelings toward him. That smile is like a hot knife through my butter, and I am melting. Or am I just sweating from the stifling heat on this train?
When we finally pull into Valeria station, I pull him by his jacket and, rising onto my toes, give him a kiss on the cheek. "It was nice to meet you," I say, walking backwards onto the platform. Smiling as I watch him take his coat off and fold it in front of his crotch.
Did I get you hard, pretty stranger? I wanted to ask, but lacked the brazen will to.
"What. A. Slut," Bella says. "Seriously, I think he was about to bust in his pants."
"You think so?" I ask, glancing behind me. Hoping to steal another look at him.
"Are you kidding?" Frankie asks, jumping in with an arm around me and Bella. "He was hard the whole time."
Bella nods. "Why am I not surprised that you were looking at it," she says, sliding out from under Frankie. "Well done, Daisy. That was very brave."
I stare at the tiled floor of the station, chewing my smile. The open air of the station is such a relief after the train. Every cooling step an affirmation for baring my soles.
What was I worried about?
Nature Park T plus 4 hours.
Even as we exit the station on to the bustling city streets, the looks on people's faces as they pass by, the way their heads turn toward us. Always with a slight raise of the brow. They're finally stepping around me. Lowering their phones to see me.
I stretch my arms above my head, and then out to the side. Releasing the tension held in my shoulders. I hop in front of my friends. Giddy and grinning.
"I'm ready for the festival," I say, beaming and bouncing on the balls of my feet.
Bella nudges Eliza. "We've created a monster," she says, ruffling my hair. "You were about ready to jump that lucky lad."
"If I wasn't head over ass for Kenny, I might have done exactly that," I say, spinning around. "I feel better than I have in a really long time."
"The park is this way," Eliza says, walking in the direction she's pointing. "Try not to leave a trail, Daisy."
I quickly check the floor to see what I've been dropping, but seeing nothing, I take off after them. I'm happy walking a few steps behind everyone, looking in shop windows. The hairs on my neck stand up. The air is electric, sending ripples of delicious sensation dancing over my skin. Even my somersaulting stomach is settling into a tight coil.
A tickle of wind teases my hip.
My feet register every crack, lump, or bobble on the pavement.
Back in the sunshine, I bask in my bravery. I don't care if I'm seen or not.
This is amazing.
I can't wait to see the festival. What sort of events will there be? It made little sense to research it. I was sure I would be a terrified little ball of nerves being rolled towards it by Eliza. It never once occurred to me I would enjoy this.
Leaving the busy streets and entering the park, my excitement wanes considerably. There aren't any tents, bands, or events at all. Just a few naked people sitting on the grass. Probably fewer than thirty in total.
"That's; a pretty generous use of 'festival'," I say, somewhat deflated. "No music? No dancing? No crowds?"
"Aw, is the newest nudist disappointed there aren't more people to gawk at her?" Eliza teases. "I told you that you'd like it, didn't I?"
"You did, and you were right."
Frankie cups a hand to her forehead as she scans the park. "Daisy has a point, though. This is pretty lame."
"Maybe it'll liven up in an hour or so?" Bella suggests, typing on her phone.
Eliza shrugs. "I admit, I was expecting a bit more effort on their part," she says, putting her phone into her leg bag. "Let's give it an hour, as Bella says. It's still only ten in the morning."
We make our way to one of the many unoccupied picnic tables. Eliza and Bella stretch out on either end of the table, with Frankie sitting between them with her feet on the seat, leaning back on her hands, soaking in the sun. I look around at the other attendees.
We're clearly the youngest here, by a couple of decades minimum. That might explain the lack of energy. Like an orgy at a library. Actually, that sounds way more fun. Seriously, is this it? After everything we; I went through? All the nerves, fear, and gathered willpower.
A fucking picnic? No hot guys. No Dee Jay, No bumping and grinding.
It's worse than that. At least a picnic would have sandwiches. I stroll around the table. The warm earth is still pleasant, and the grass tickling my feet with each step reminds me of the excitement I felt earlier. I pull my phone out of my leg bag. No messages. I pull down on the screen to refresh.
Nothing.
My hands fall to my side as I sigh at the sky. Am I bored? Or is it just that everything here is so chill compared to everything else?
"Tell me," Eliza says, without looking up from her phone.
"I don't know, I just; is this it?" I ask, gesturing at the almost empty park. "It feels a little, I don't know, anticlimactic."
Eliza turns her phone over. "What were you expecting? An orgy? Fireworks and pole-dancing?" she asks, fixing her gaze on me.
Bella lowers her phone to raise a brow at Eliza, then joins her in staring at me.
"Again, I don't know. I just; Expected like;" I put my hands on my hips and stare at the sky. "I thought I'd feel different. Not about this. About myself. I thought I'd change, or something."
"You don't think you've changed?" Eliza asks, sitting up and perching on the edge of the table.
"Do you?"
"Yes, you've absolutely changed, and for the better." Eliza points her phone at me and snaps a picture.
Bella glares at Eliza.
I stare at her and raise my brow. "Another nude to send Kenny?" I ask, smirking. "I already called that bluff. You wouldn't do that to anyone, least of all me."
Eliza smirks back, and I feel my stomach tighten. "Daisy, you're right. I wouldn't," she says, winking at Bella. "You freaked out when I took the picture last night, yet now you shrug it off."
She holds her phone out and gestures for me to look. "Before," she says, showing the picture she took last night. I look terrified. Gripping the wine glass like a lifeline.
She swipes to the picture she just took. "After."
I stare at the picture, taking the phone from her with stunned hands. I barely recognize myself. In every photo I've ever had, I've been awkward and embarrassed. With that smile that screams 'brave face'.
I hate having my picture taken.
But; In this picture? I'm upright. I'm open. I look; confident.
"If you still need more proof of your growth," Eliza says, peeling her phone from my fingers. "You're standing naked in the middle of the city; and you're bored."
Taking a deep breath, I cock my head and let her words resonate. I am bored. Eliza knows me better than anyone. My hands aren't shaking, I'm not trying to shrink away.
I haven't even thought about covering up since we got on the train.
I shrug. "Huh;" I mumble. "Did you know I'd be bored? Or did you only plan everything else?"
"Actually, and I know this is going to sound bitchy, but I expected you to chicken out at the train," Eliza says, stepping off the table and placing her hands on my shoulder. "That's why we had Bella bring spare clothes in her bag. You've surprised even me, Daisy. I'm not even mad, and you know how much I hate surprises."
I lunge forward and wrap my arms around Eliza. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
She squeezes me tight. "Without you, I'd probably be in jail. Or a cult leader."
"Or a cult leader in prison," Bella adds.
Eliza smirks. "That sounds like fun," she says, kissing my head and returning to the table. "If you're bored, find some way to amuse yourself."
Frankie thrusts a hand in the air. "Cornettos!" she spurts, leaning back on the table, looking at me with her head upside down. "It's hot. I want to lick something. Ice cream, milk cholate, caramel. And nuts, all in a waffle cone."
I look around for a shop and spot a supermarket pretty close to the park. The road is busy; the pavement is dotted with pedestrians, and, scanning the road, I spot a set of traffic lights. It's probably a five-minute walk, plus however long the lights take to change. I could be there and back again in twenty minutes as the worst-case scenario.
I? Surely I mean we?
Biting my lip, I consider how crazy I might actually be. It's no different from what I've already done. I'd just be doing it alone. My heart skips. Walking through the busy streets. Naked. Alone. Standing at the lights while cars go by, as who knows how many people walk on either side. I picture standing in the line inside the store, surrounded, trapped.
Exposed.
Cornetto Run. T plus 4:10.
I feel a warm flush over my body. "Four Cornetto's coming up," I say, stepping boldly toward the park exit.
"Want me to come with?" Bella yells.
I spin around and open my arms. "I got this," I yell back, with a level of bravado that catches me by surprise. I actually mean it. "I'll call Eliza if I need a rescue."
The task doesn't feel real until I reach the steel gate of the park. The metal, shaded by the wall, is cool to the touch, and it creaks loudly when I open it. My presence was announced, and now I am realizing how much difference being one of four naked girls had on my mentality.
The confidence I had just moments ago drains. My first instinct is to shut the gate and walk back.
I don't want that. I can't go back. My knee-jerk reactions would have sent me home the minute I stepped outside, and what a day I would have missed. The after picture proved it. I am already a new Daisy.
New Daisy wants a fucking Cornetto.
I straighten up, force my shoulders back, take a deep breath, and step onto the pavement. My friends are out of sight, and all the gazes I told myself were locked onto them now have no other target but me.
Daisy, the naked errand girl.
The pavement is cold. The car engines are louder, the horns honk at an uncomfortable register. I walk in the shadow of the park's wall, and even the warmth of the sunlight is taken from me.
I am removed from all comfort and completely exposed.
A long honk makes me jump, and another involuntary squeak falls from me. The first in a while. Pushing the button for the traffic lights, I stand in fidgeting silence. Hopping from one foot to the other, fists clenching and relaxing at my side. Closing my eyes, I try to steady my heart with deep breaths.
I'm letting my nerves win. I can't enjoy it if I'm too scared to let it happen. Remember the train. Remember the warmth.
I stop bouncing and open my eyes. I'm still warm. Hot, even. Pressing a hand to my tit, I can feel it. My skin is blooming, radiant, and still tingling in the flirtatious wind. It seems sharper on my left, and as I turn to check why, I see someone quickly averting their gaze. I feel a flutter in my gut, and a new warmth spreading from it.
"Nice day for it," I say, finding my mischief.
The parts I've enjoyed most have always been after interacting with people. Old man in the car, cute suit guy; oh, what are you up to now, cute suit guy? Still thinking of me?
"Don't talk to me, slut," the man says, taking a step away from me.
I raise my brow. That was rude, but I suppose you can't please them all. I stretch my arms above my head and smirk as he still steals glances at me.
Envy. That's all it is. He wishes he was brave like me. Could have a girl like me. He lusts after me.
The lights beep, and I strut across the road, waving at the cars that honk. Even pausing in the middle of the road to offer a curtsy. I play the part, and I love it. I think I get why Frankie is the way she is.
This is fun.
The smile I once had forces its way back onto my face. So broad my cheeks hurt, but I can't complain.
I've never been so happy. I pull my phone from my leg bag and, snapping a selfie, send it to Eliza.
Instant read.
She acts aloof, but she was ready to jump in the second I needed. Gives me just enough space to succeed on my own, but her hand is always waiting when I stumble.
The automatic doors of the store slide open, and a blast of conditioned air washes over me. I linger beneath the fan at the entrance, arms wide, head back, letting the cold air tease my skin. Parting my thighs to let them cool off, I gasp as the artificial breeze kisses between them.
My eyes close as I hold myself in this new thrill. My flesh is fever. I ache. I yearn. Sweat glistens on my skin, yet I still burn. I murmur under my long, deep breaths as the itch starts. My fingers trace the top of my tit.
Being naked is incredible. Every impression is heightened. Every tickle is stark.
Fabric brushes against my shoulder. I open my eyes again, moving a hand to the phantom feeling. The residue of clothing as someone passed me. How long have I been standing in the doorway?
I'm so hot. I think I was enjoying the fan a little too much.
Earlier, I would have done anything to forget that I was naked. Now I cherish every sensation that reminds me of it. The cold, sterile floor of the store steals the heat from my feet with each step. Feeling hotter on my thighs, I adjust the strap on my bag as I stroll through the busy store, flashing my permanent grin at everyone who looks my way.
Strangely, the higher I hold my head, the brighter I smile, the more people's gaze lingers. The more they seem to recognize that it's okay to look.
I want them to look. Gods, I do; I want that.
I step down the central path between the rows of aisles. The knot in my stomach had untied itself, and was wrapping around my heart like a coil. Anticipation has replaced anxiety. Every corner a fresh pulse. Another loop. More warmth spreading from my core.
The shoppers gape at me as I walk. My pace deliberate. Taking my time with each indulgent step. My skin is alight with their attention. Electric flickers all over me, as though I can sense where their gaze falls. I slip my fingers beneath the leg strap and adjust it. My thighs are so hot, but the strap isn't as tight as I assumed. Maybe it's because I'm not used to my legs rubbing together.
More of a glide, really. The sweat between them is easing the friction. Strange that I'm not sweating anywhere else, even as hot as I am. I pause beneath another fan and shiver as the cold falls over me. My skin prickles. Instant goosebumps.
Why don't we do this all the time? This is how we used to live, right? Not in air-conditioned supermarkets, but naked in the wild. This awareness is ancient. Primal.
I turn down a busy aisle and peruse the shelves. I don't need anything from here. Not from the shelves, anyway. I stand aside to let people push their carts past me. Smiling, nodding politely. Feeding on their reaction.
It doesn't matter what it is. Even the indifference of the majority, who don't engage anymore than they have to. Even that adds to the surging ache.
Why does this feel so good?
Am I really so starved for attention it would bring me such joy just being noticed?
I turn a corner and almost bump into a shopping cart. The awkward shared look brings another flutter as I step out of the way. Glimpsing myself in the corner of my eye, I turn to inspect it. A pillar at the end of the aisle with a mirror on three of its sides. My hair is still looking good, and there's an almost radiant glow to my cheeks. My neck too; and my tits.
Scanning my reflection, the first time I'd seen myself fully since we left the house, my gaze locks on my lips.
It's my turn to gape.
Slightly swollen.
Slightly parted.
A sheen of excitement glistening in the artificial light.
Oh.
I stare at the undeniable proof of my arousal and everything I've been feeling gains new context. It wasn't embarrassment. Or the thrill of overcoming my fears. At first, maybe, but now? The heat spreading from my core?
Obviously. It's so obvious. Oh gods, I'm so stupid. I was so dazzled by the intoxicating sensations; I didn't even notice what was staring everyone in the face.
They've all seen it. Every glance that shifted down shifted to this.
I quickly pull my phone from my bag. Taking a breath, not to steady my nerves, but to quench the fire. A fire that's burning brighter in my awareness.
I step away from the mirror and bring up Eliza in the messaging app. And engage with Eliza.
Daisy: How are you feeling?
I asked myself the same question. That honest answer is; Nice. Casual. I pace around, down another section, only looking up from my phone to make sure I don't bump into anyone. Last thing I need to is to stamp my tramp-juice on some random.
Eliza: Bored.
Eliza: In need of a chocolate hazelnut Cornetto.
Eliza: Where are you?
Eliza: Is everything okay?
Eliza: You've been gone a long time.
How does she even type that fast? The barrage gives me a much needed chuckle.
Daisy: I'm okay.
Honestly I was maybe:; a little bit too okay.
Eliza: Tell me.
I lower my phone and turn into another aisle, my thighs sliding together with each over-indulgent step. This one is actually the frozen goods. The target aisle. I type a message. Telling my friend that I'm in the store and I'm horny. I delete it.
Daisy: Seriously, how are you feeling about being naked?
Eliza: It's nice, I suppose.
Eliza: Watching you come out of your shell makes it all worth it.
I stop in front of the ice-cream. One box left in the bottom of the chest freezer. Stuff coming out of its shell is currently the problem.
Daisy: Eliza;
Eliza: Daisy;
Daisy: I think it's turning me on.
Eliza: Yes, we know.
I stare at the message. We?
We?
Am I the only person who didn't know?
Daisy: What?
Eliza: You've been flushed since you humped train-guy's leg.
Eliza: Lips swelling.
Eliza: Noticeably wet.
Daisy:; I thought I was just embarrassed.
Eliza: That's hilarious.
I put my phone back into my bag and slide open the freezer. The sadistic bastard who designed it made it too high, and far too deep.
I sigh. Tiny girl problems.
I push off with my feet and let them wiggle in the air, using a hand on the slippery bottom of the chest as support. Gods, don't let me get stuck in here. It's bad enough being intensely aware that my entire cunt is being displayed. Oh, and it's wet.
And it's swelling.
Opening. Revealing.
The cold air in the freezer puckers and pinches my nipples, making them sting in exactly the worst way.
The air-conditioning that brought me so much comfort before has likewise turned against me. Not just reminding me of my nudity, but blowing its delicious chilly breath between my cheeks and over my spreading wetness.
I am acutely aware of my lips, and I squeak with happiness when I coax the box close enough to grab.
My luck continues long enough for me to extract myself out of the freezer, bouncing on my toes, and moaning quietly as my thighs meet again. Squeezing my tenting excitement between them. Standing up straight, I turn to see four shoppers looking very guilty. They are all suddenly very interested in the nearest display, and my already hot face burns brighter.
They saw me. They saw all of it. Everywhere the breeze tickled, was seen by the small crowd. I whimper and curse myself at the same time. Humiliating. Shameful.
So, so hot.
I press the frozen treats against my burning belly, and scamper toward the check-out. These better be the best fucking Cornettos ever made. I pull my phone out of the bag to rant about chest freezers being too tall, when I see that the group chat is blowing up.
Brow creased, I open it. My brow raises as I hold the phone to my chest.
She sent them a screenshot of the messages.
Whimpering, I look at the conversation.
Frankie: :'(tongue sticking out emoji) L O L
Bella: No way.
Bella: How did you not notice the mess on your thighs?
Eliza: Or your diamond-hard nips?
Frankie: I guess the signs just went over her head.
Bella: L O L.
Short jokes? Really Frankie? I lower my phone and chuckle. It can't be that serious if they're taking the piss. It's not like it's the end of the world or anything.
I'm just a little ashamed for being so blatantly horny, and embarrassed I didn't notice sooner. Would I have changed anything if I had noticed? I'm not even really covering up now, so I guess not.
It just feels like a strange thing to get worked up over. Is it the exposure? The attention?
What the hell is getting me so damn excited?
Pulling up the chat, I linger in the central path and hope for a calming distraction.
Daisy: This doesn't feel very supportive. :'(
Daisy: @BellaDonerKebab; I thought it was sweat.
Eliza: L O L.
Bella: L O L.
Bella: I'm dead.
Frankie: L F M A O.
Frankie: Funniest shit ever.
Why are they laughing? There's so much sensory overload, it's hard to keep track of everything. Sometimes one thing feels like two other things. Not to mention the insane rush I've had since; since; I humped cute suit guy's leg for an hour on the train. Oh fuck, I'm so stupid.
Daisy: Not helping.
Eliza: Get the fucking Cornettos.
Frankie: And a mop. lol.
Frankie: P.S @♥Daisy♥ If it helps, I'm soaking too.
Frankie: My googly eyes fell off ages ago.
Bella: Seriously, don't stress about it.
Bella: You've been wet since the train, Daisy. The only difference between then and now is you knowing about it.
Bella: Accept it and start having fun with it.
Bella: But not too much fun, you filthy degenerate.
Bella has a point, I suppose. Everyone else has known the whole time, and I was still having the time of my life. Now I know that they know. Can I make that fun somehow? I don't even know which parts of this I enjoy.
I switch back to the chat with Eliza.
Daisy: Why do I love this so much?
Daisy: Why does it turn me on?
I plod slowly toward the check-out. There's a long line for the cashier, and a short, fast moving line at the self checkout. I drag my heels toward the self checkout watching the three dots in the chat appear, then vanish several times.
Eliza is giving her response a lot of thought.
Eliza: A girl who felt invisible now feels seen.
Eliza: A girl who felt unattractive now feels desired.
Eliza: A girl who hasn't had sex in one year and four months was grinding on a pretty boy on the train.
Is that really all there is? I do feel seen. I feel sexy. He was very cute. Not as cute as Kenny, but who is, really? Oh I would grind on him so hard. Can you imagine if Kenny saw me? He walks into this store and bumps right into me?
My thighs and stomach tense.
What if he told everyone? The word about my lewdness spread around my co-workers, and they whisper about it behind my back. Or in front of my face. Daisy the slut. Pictures of me being shared in secret. The coil around my heart tugs. I feel a yearning in my gut, heavy like guilt, but warm and fluttery like a crush.
Daisy: I just fantasised about my nudes being shared at work.
Daisy: What the fuck is wrong with me?
Eliza: Where are the fucking Cornettos?
Daisy: They're Coming!
Daisy: Fuck. I'm waiting at the self-checkout.
The three dots appear, then vanish. I shouldn't have yelled. I start typing my apology, but I'm interrupted.
Eliza: Go to the cashier, instead.
Daisy: That Q is slower. Longer.
Eliza: Do it.
I shrug and join the cashier line. Leaning to scan along the line, there's six people in front of me all waiting for some grandad to fish the exact change out of his leather pouch.
Daisy: I'm in the Q.
Daisy: seven of us waiting for someone to count his pennies.
Eliza: Good.
Eliza: Is the cashier male or female?
I lean around the shoppers to check. Catching a good look at the guy behind the til. Ugly branded shirt, thick glasses, and a barely visible bald spot when he tilts his head down.
Daisy: Male. Looks about forty.
Eliza: Excellent.
Eliza: When you're paying.
Eliza: I want you to tell him how wet you are.
I sigh and stare at the ceiling. I should have known there would be something.
Daisy: Why. The fuck. Would I do that?
Eliza: It's a test.
Eliza: Pay attention to your cunt.
Eliza: Tell me if it twitches or not.
Shaking my head, I slip my phone back into my bag. Sometimes I wonder about that girl. I mean, yeah; she's always got my best interests at heart, and she pushes me in ways no one else ever has. If anyone else tried, I think she might slash their tires.
This seems; transgressive. Bella says we have an oddly close relationship, but I don't think she get's it. Eliza is more than my best friend. She's my sister. No one in the world could know me better. Admittedly, there is a lot of touching, but it's never sexual.
No one gets that.
I watch the old man shuffle toward the exit. Turning to face the doors, I wait to see if he looks back. Do I want him to? Of course you do, Daisy. You little attention whore.
I want them all to look.
The line is filing out in rapid fire now. The bottleneck is gone, and in a few seconds I'll be face to rosy face with the cashier.
I scratch my mound. It doesn't itch, I just want to get my focus ready. Lock it in.
How are my bits feeling? Hot. Wet. Swollen.
Shit, have they got bigger since I last checked? I pull on the skin and lean over to check.
Yup. I'm doomed.
The last buffer between myself and the cashier exits the store and the poor man double takes. Eyes drift to my tits, heaving in my eager breaths. For once, being short has an upside. The counter blocks the view of my slick thighs and engorged lips.
I place the box on the counter. "Just these and a smile, please," I say, flashing a grin.
His gaze narrows, and he gives the quickest, most sarcastic toothless smile I have ever seen. It could win an award.
"Five pound, please," he says.
I pull the card from my bag and swipe it over the machine.
"I'm very wet," I say, picking up the ice-cream.
He just nods and turns to the next customer. I cringe, but I don't feel anything. No surge of arousal.
Daisy: No twitching.
Eliza: I thought not.
Eliza: It was worth checking.
Eliza: Come back to the park.
Eliza: Oh, don't answer now. I want the answer in person. But I have a request. A favor.
Eliza: I want to post that selfie on the National Nude Day subreddit.
Eliza: Can I?
Daisy: I'm sorry; What?
Daisy: You want to post my nudes online?
Daisy: Why?
Daisy: Are you insane?
Daisy: Eliza;
She's leaving me on read. What the fuck? I stare at the messages as I stroll back to the traffic lights. The answer is obviously no. That would be up there forever. My stupid grin, and total ignorance of the reservoir of degeneracy in my lack-of-pants. I slip the phone back into my bag and press the cold box against my stomach.
Anyone could see it. Copy it. Download it. Share it. That picture has my face in it. What if my boss finds it?
Wait;
How many pictures have been taken of me already? Are there videos?
Is it too late?
Are candid pics of me already gaining views? Exactly how many people have seen me?
Hundreds?
My thighs clench and that constant ache swells. Just for a moment. Just enough to make me gasp.
Oh. I see her game. Get me thinking about it to see if it triggers anything. It definitely did. That's bad, though. Right? That's the kind of hobby that can destroy your life. The kind of thing that follows you around. Imagine getting a new job, and everyone there has already seen everything about you. I gasp again.
Uh oh.
I might be in trouble.
The traffic lights shift and I make my way back to the park. Imagining millions of views on the post. What if that's the only way I can feel like I have today? What if chasing that high leads me to complete exposure? Oh gods.
I wouldn't even charge for it. Just post it completely free for everyone. Fuck, I could print them on birthday cards. Happy birthday, here's a close-up of my fanny. When I reach the picnic table, I throw the box at Eliza.
"There's Your Damn Cornetto," I yell, gripping my hair in both fists. "Why would you make me think about that? Do you have any idea what you've done?"
Eliza smirks. "We have a winner," she says, pulling the mint-chocolate cone from the box and offering it.
I snatch the cone. "Winner my ass," I say, pouting. "Obviously, the answer is no. But fuck you for making me want it."
"Have we missed something?" Bella asks, accepting the chocolate cone from Eliza. "Why is tiny-slimy all agitated?"
Frankie laughs. "Tiny-slimy. Priceless," she says, taking the strawberry cone and pointing at me with it. "She's definitely wetter now."
Eliza waves her Cornetto at me. "I asked if I could post her nudes online," she says. "Her brain says no, but her cunt says sploosh."
"Having your nudes online isn't that bad," Frankie says, biting the bottom off the cone. "I've had mine up for a couple of years now. No one cares."
Bella rolls her eyes. "Frankie. You're a model. Nude and semi nude is literally part of your job."
Frankie shrugs and lays back on the table. "I'm bored," she says, before sucking the entire Ice-cream through the hole in the cone.
I watch them eat their ice cream. Bella taking long, slow licks around the edge. Eliza bites small chunks, letting her tongue slip out after each one to clean her lips. Frankie has already stuffed the empty cone into her mouth. She looks like a hamster with her puffed out cheeks. Looking at my Cornetto, melting over my fingers, I lick the cone before switching hands to suck my fingers clean. My tongue pressing against them. Circling around them. Soft lips sealing them inside. I whimper.
I am so horny.
I pull my fingers from my mouth. Slick with saliva, and primed for insertion. Glancing around, there's no one here but us. I could just slide them in and take care of myself. Who cares what anyone thinks. Maybe Eliza could film it for me, send it to Kenny and say 'wish you were here' as a caption. Would he even like that? Unsolicited nudes are pretty cringe, and public finger-banging vids are definitely not banging.
Is Kenny still what I want? Will he even notice the change in me?
What if I get dressed tomorrow and become who I was?
I sit on the grass and sigh. "How do I go back from this?" I ask, licking the soft, minty cream. "How can I just get dressed, knowing how incredible this makes me feel?"
Bella chuckles. "If you were naked all the time," she says, cocking her brow. "I'm pretty sure you'd become a contributing factor to rising ocean levels."
"Tiny-slimy," Frankie chirps, thrusting a fist into the air. She props herself up onto her elbows to look at me. "You know, there's an entire category of porn that's just pretty girls walking around busy streets completely naked."
My eyes widen. "I did not know that."
"Don't put ideas in her lust-addled head," Bella says, slapping Frankie's thigh.
Frankie throws out a loud, exaggerated moan. "Thank you, Miss Bella."
"Fuck off," Bella says, covering her mouth as she chews and giggles.
How much do they pay? Is travel included? Would I be expected to do sexual things, or just strut around naked? Because, if it's the latter? Sign me the fuck up.
"Frankie, can you send me some links later?" I ask, stuffing the last of the cone into my mouth.
Eliza glares at me. "For rubbing, or are you thinking about a career change?"
I lie back in the grass, rest my head on my hands, and stare up at the cloudless sky. Everything is so clear, and the sun embraces me. Comforts me. The delightful heat beaming down onto my chest, while my back feels cold beneath me, sheltered from the haze.
The tension in me wanes. The ache dulls into the background.
The high crashes.
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. Even my nipples, which have been rock hard all day, are now soft. I guess that's it then. No more fun for Daisy. No more lustful stares. I pull my phone out of my pocket and browse the NND photos on reddit and insta. Doom scrolling just hoping, praying that I find a candid shot of me.
Proof that I was seen.
Nothing except the memories.
It can't end like this. Just; fizzle.
"So; are you guys done?" I ask, keeping my eyes closed. The thought that there could be more people looking is the only thing keeping me going right now.
I'm not done.
Not even close.
To be continued. Based on a post by Cupid Stunt Dot E X E, for Literotica.