The ride with the motorbike into the desert was less exciting than she expected. She had driven to the small parking lot to stretch her legs for a moment and walked over to the large sunroof, under which were two simple benches and a table. The shade was good in the heat. She looked across the vast dry land. No cloud in the sky. It was a wonder that the flat bushes, which regularly grew every few yards, survived here at all. Then she came back to her motorbike and an even better idea struck her. She grinned widely at the thought. Why not? Why not?
When she left home, all she knew was that she planned to drive through the desert in the sun all day. It was a hot day and she was a good driver. So she gave up the overalls and instead put on only her jeans cut off up to the thigh and a wide T-shirt that she hung over it. Even her heavy motorbike boots stayed where they were. She always wanted to ride a motorbike barefoot and feel the wind around her calves and toes. And today was the day. She left the house and got on her heavy sports machine. She started the engine and felt the deep vibration between her legs that turned her on so much. She put on her sunglasses, flipped up the stand and left the clutch.
She had bought the sports machine a few months ago because her first bike was no longer enough for her. She wanted to be faster, she wanted a racing machine, not a bicycle. And this one didn’t disappoint her. It was a great machine. It was fast and demanded all her driving skills.
She drove up the driveway and moved onto the highway. She felt the rough pedals under her bare feet, the jeans stretched over her butt that sat firmly in the comfortably padded seat. Directly in front of her upper body was the mighty tank, over which she had the handlebar firmly gripped.
» She wanted it. She wanted to ride her bike naked.
» What she really enjoyed, was her nakedness…
» She doubted that the driver would have noticed her bare breasts – what a pity.
» She felt alive and wild hornyness pulsated in her veins.
» What were clothes for? There wasn't anything more natural than to strip everything off in this heat…
» The seat would vibrate between her legs and she wouldn't wear anything but naked skin…
» Her butt was worth seeing, that she was sure of.
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So Anita had followed that request and had compiled photos from the past few months of her life, photos of beautiful moments, or just beautiful snapshots. And now her mother unpacked the gift from the red Christmas wrapping paper and looked at the photo book. There was a large portrait of Anita, facing straight to the viewer and below it said: »One year from my life, for my dear parents.«
Her mother hugged Anita warmly and her father also thanked her. The photo book was professionally bound in a DIN A4 format, but it was bound on the short side. The pictures had to be large, so she had chosen full-page pictures.
Then her father picked up the photo book, opened the cover, and came to one page with an inscription written in soft, sweeping letters. He kept flipping through and the pictures started. On the right of the open double pages there was the first photo of Anita.
The photo showed her under palm trees on a very beautiful sandy beach. But her father looked irritated at the picture. Anita sat cross-legged on her beach sheet and beamed friendly into the camera, her head slightly bent to one side. However, she wore no swimsuit and no bikini – to be honest – she was completely naked.
Anita looked over her father's shoulder as he stared at the picture. He did not quite know what to think of it, but she laughed happily and began to tell that the picture was taken in the Caribbean, where she spent a two week vacation last January.
»There was a nudist beach?« the father asked a little skeptically.
»Yes, of course« Anita answered. »Well, no… but no one objected that I was naked« she curtailed happily.
»You have a pretty seamless tan, too« her mother remarked appreciatively.
"Yes, it's nice, isn't it?« Anita answered. »That's because I was always naked in the sun. Some wore a one-piece, or a two-piece bathing suit – and I just wore a zero-piece« which she apparently found a very good joke.
Her mother smiled widely and the father apparently spontaneously decided not to pursue the topic. He kept turning the pages.
On the next page, Anita was apparently on a stage with other girls.
»That was the wet-T contest in the beach disco!« she exclaimed. And then she added »It's basically a naked competition, of course. That's why I have not participated with a wet T-shirt for long, but just taken off everything. That made me win, because all the other girls were too prudish to take off their panties. What's a nude competition for, if you don't get undressed to be naked on stage?«
»But did you want to show yourself to everyone…?« asked the mother a bit bithered.
»Yes, of course, I'm a girl!« Anita exclaimed. »And I really like to be naked. I love my body. Why does one have this wonderfully sensitive naked skin if no-one never frees it to show it to everyone. My body is no secret. And my feelings aren't either. I can show everything. My body is a gift that I can freely give to others.«
Anita gives her parents a photo book and uses the pictures to tell episodes of her life. Since she prefers to be extensively naked and likes all forms of sex. Her parents wonder every now and then about their very adult daughter. Shameless, exhibitionistic, sexy, wild, sprawling, spicy and a bit nymphomaniac.
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There was no Nudity in our small shared flat. Everything was normal until Eric moved out. Then a lot has changed. Well, strictly speaking, not directly because he moved out, but because he passed on his room to a quite remarkable contemporary. Her name was Irina and she also seemed quite normal – at first…
Her name was Irina and at first she seemed completely normal to us. With us I mean the left-over apartment ‘inmates’ Karin, Elisa, Peter and myself, Ralf. Just a regular shared apartment, as normal as any living arrangement of this kind can be when it consists of three singles and one woman, who likes to do her lover four to ten times a week – loudly. Elisa truly was without inhibitions and luckily her room was at the end of the hallway, otherwise this story would probably be about her escapades, told in a significantly more furious tone. But as it is now, there are others who plan to tell stories of Elisa’s moans, and I will be the one telling some tales of our newbie Irina, who moved in when spring came along.
One day, she stood in front of our door and told us she was Eric’s backup, grinning wickedly as she did so. I can still see her standing there, in her flower-patterned shirt that fell over her dark blue leggings, her dark, shoulder-length hair that was tied in two funny ponytails and stood wildly from her head. I was a little perplexed but asked her to come in. She took off her shoes at the door like a good girl, revealed her bare feet and came inside.
Eric had been gone for several days and his room was empty. I asked her if she’d even seen the room yet. I heard that she’d visited Eric a while back. Eric wasn’t exactly lazy when it came to picking up women, and so I could imagine that she knew his room, but maybe hadn’t yet seen it in daylight. I grinned a little.
»Not what you think« she laughed and pushed me to the side. »Maybe not« she added with a flirty pout.
I opened the room and she walked in like she already owned the place.
»You have anything yet? Like a rent agreement?«, I asked her.
»How do you manage that stuff?«, she replied and I explained how we usually did things around here.
The day after, a gigantic matrass rang the doorbell. I opened and that humungous thing stood there.
»Help me?«, the matrass said. I grabbed it and tried my hardest to maneuver the thing into our hallway, and since I knew that matrasses generally didn’t speak much, I had a feeling that Irina was literally behind the action. We lugged the matrass through the hallway and let it bang to the floor in her room.
»Thanks« she said breathlessly.
»What the hell kind of thing is that?«, I panted. She took off her shoes and threw herself down on the matrass. Lying on the stomach she grinned at me: »Only a woman is more comfortable to lie on. Trust me, I know that?« A really sweet and lively thing, I thought to myself. How agile she was indeed, wasn’t even starting to dawn on me at that point.
»Can I help you?«, I asked in the hope that everything was already taken care of and that I would receive a small reward for the drudgery.
»Yeah..?«, she made a thoughtful face. Crap!, I spontaneously thought.
»But the rest is just small stuff that’s already up there?« Whew, you're in luck.
So, I disappeared into my room and after a while Irina waddled back toward the apartment door and came back a few minutes later with a large duffel bag. Then out again, in again, this time with two suitcases. Silence, finally digging and fumbling. Aha, she was tidying up. The room was furnished with a wardrobe and Eric had left two shelves on the wall.
I focused back on my seminar work and tried my best not to slam my head down on the keyboard. She flitted past my room. Out of the corner of my eye, yellow alarm sensors registered skin. I woke up on the spot almost completely and immediately gruffly answered myself »daydreamer?«.
Before I could finish the thought, I heard her voice very close to me. I switched gears internally right away, and tried to concentrate on the reality of the situation. Earth to Ralf, someone wants something from you. Probably female. I turned my head and looked to the door. She stood there, in other words, I just saw her head leaning around the left side of the door into my room. …
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»Do you have anything to drink at this place, it’s freaking hot when moving stuff?«
»Sure« I replied and stood up. I dragged myself into the kitchen, which was opposite from my room, and put a glass on the table.
»Coke or water?«, I called.
»Coke« she responded, sounding like she was in the bathroom. Oh well. I filled the glass and was just about to return to my computer when I heard the shower running. Ok, no walking back to the other room, rather standing and waiting what would happen.
I almost choked. Suddenly she came through the closed door. Her hair was wet and totally messy. She had a towel wrapped around her body and, before I realized what happened, she took the glass from the table.
»I’m feeling much better now« she said and sat down on the other kitchen chair. She took a sip from the glass and put one of her feet on the chair, so that the towel flew open and granted a revealing look of her stomach and significantly more interesting other body areas; sadly, only on the side that was turned away from me. Even leaning forward didn’t do much. She was busy with other things and didn’t even look at me. Instead she turned her head as far as she could to look out the window.
»The weather is so nice today, just not great for moving?«
All I could utter was a non-descript »huh« because in the same moment she jumped to her feet, walked to the window and looked outside. The towel was apparently comfy, and so she undid it and rewrapped it more orderly around her belly. I’m a little envious of the passers-by. Undoubtedly, they had a great view. Then she walked back to the bathroom, coyly smiled at me over her shoulder, and then was gone again.
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