Chapter 16 Too Far

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 16 - Too Far

In which Kate's latest nude predicament takes her shamefully over the line, but leads to her finally making a breakthrough on her journey.

I was having a panic attack. I was sure of it.

I just about managed to set the plate of food I was holding down on the kitchen worktop before my quaking arm dropped it to the ground with a crash. I grabbed hold of the side of the worktop to steady myself, as my legs began to tremble.

The doorbell rang again.

I gasped for air, my breathing suddenly becoming ragged with fear. My chest rose and fell in a staccato rhythm. I felt dizzy. Oh god, Kate, what the hell are you doing this time?

I knew what I was doing, obviously. And I had very much done it all to myself. I'd only intended to drive over here to see Lara and catch up. But, spurred on by my exhibitionist ways and my strange obsession with this woman, I'd been easily convinced into stripping my clothes off while we were alone at her house, and then as I'd been merrily parading my body around as I'd once again put on my nude waitress act, desperate for this woman I barely knew and yet somehow adored to feast on the sight of my nudity, Lara had teasingly hidden them away from me completely.

And now, there was someone at her front door. And here I was. Completely nude. In her kitchen. With no idea where my clothes were.

I was trapped! How was I getting out of this??

Then, just as I began to hyperventilate, my tired rational brain finally caught up with the rest of my panicking self, and slowly calmed me down.

Relax, it reassured me. Breathe easy. Calm down. You're fine. You don't need to 'get out of this', do you? Lara just isn't going to answer the door, obviously. It's late, and whoever it is can just come back some other time. Ideally, at a time when she doesn't have a strange naked woman having a panic attack in her kitchen. You're perfectly safe. Yes, she's been teasing you tonight. Yes, she hid your clothes so you had to stay nude like this. Yes, it has felt like she's been testing your boundaries a bit once she heard all about what you'd been doing. But she's not a complete psychopath. She's not about to--

"Hi!"

I heard Lara's voice drifting down the hallway. My rational voice immediately exited stage left, and my sense of utter panic became absolute.

She'd answered the door!

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much," she said to whoever was on the other side, "Please, come in..."

She'd invited them into the fucking house!!

What the hell was happening?! My entire body quaked, as I desperately looked around for any sort of cover. A laundry basket, a pile of ironing, a convenient person-sized cupboard for me to bury myself inside forever. To my horror, there was nothing. Apart from a tiny, thin and somewhat damp tea towel which, after a cursory inspection, I realised had no chance of preserving even a tiny fraction of my modesty given my current state of undress.

What was Lara doing?? Had she forgotten about me? Had it somehow slipped her mind that there was a nude woman scurrying around her house right now? Or...oh god, was this some sort of plan she'd had all along? Had I been stupid to trust this woman I barely knew? To have so willingly stripped myself naked and allowed her to hide my clothes away? To open up to her so completely, in every sense of the word, down to my impromptu one-woman vagina monologue back in the living room, when I'd documented every sordid detail of my journey so far to her? Every delicious nude moment, every touch, every climax.

Oh no. I could see it now. I'd fallen into some sort of trap. I'd trusted Lara, I'd been so utterly captivated by her, wanted so much to bare my body and soul to her. And now, for some reason, she was going to destroy me. She'd tempted me all the way out here, she'd happily let me strip down, sowing the seeds of my own excruciating demise, and now she was about to deliver some sort of abject, life-destroying humiliation on me. With the help of whoever these mysterious people at the door were. I'd probably end up on the news. Naked pervert terrorises residents of sleepy seaside town. More at eleven.

Stupid Kate, I cursed myself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Kate!

I heard happy muffled voices from inside the living room. I found myself backing across the kitchen, until I was cowering in the corner next to the back door, trying to curl up into a ball and stay completely still. Maybe when they came in, they'd just think I was a piece of interpretive sculpture or something.

I heard footsteps approaching along the hallway. My thumping heartbeat reached a crescendo.

Oh no!

No, no, no!!

I screwed my eyes up tight. In some sort of final, pathetic act of desperation to escape my humiliating fate. If I couldn't see them, maybe they wouldn't see me.

Suddenly, I felt a warm hand touching my bare shoulder. I gasped in shock and opened my eyes, to see Lara looking down at me with an apologetic smile.

And she was alone.

"Hey," she whispered at me as she rubbed my shoulder, "You ok?"

I don't think I'd ever felt so angry at such an innocent question. All of my fears and terror that had built up inside since the doorbell first rang were suddenly channeled out of me in the form of indignation at the innocent face in front of me.

"What?!" I hissed back at her, forcing myself to keep my voice low, "Of course I'm not ok, Lara! I'm naked!"

"Yeah," she smiled gleefully back at me, "I'd noticed."

Oh god. I hated her. I mean, I adored her so much. But right now, I hated her. What the hell was she up to?!

"Look," she continued, a little more seriously, "I'm sorry about this. It's just Jenny and Paul."

This explanation didn't help quell my nude indignation.

"Who the hell are--?!"

"They live over the road, and...well, they took a parcel in for my yesterday. They've only just had a chance to drop it round. They're just on the way to the pub for a quick drink."

"No they're not!" I whined plaintively as I shivered at her feet, "They're in your living room!"

She shrugged casually at this apparent technicality, seemingly unconcerned with my ongoing naked plight, and walked over to switch on the kettle.

"I know, I know. I just invited them in for a coffee. It seemed polite."

As much as I adored her, I was really, really starting to hate her.

"Polite?! Lara, where are my clothes??"

"Don't worry, they're safe," she whispered back as she prepared the coffees, "And calm down, they're not gonna come back here, I promise. I'll just be a good neighbour, have a quick coffee with them, and then they'll be off for that drink, ok?"

Ok?

Ok???

Oh god. I hated her right now. So, so much.

But I was also utterly and shamefully at her mercy. I had no choice but to trust her, trust that she would make sure that my modesty was somehow protected through all of this, until she gave me my clothes back. It's not like I could escape otherwise. My hotel was at least a fifteen minute walk away down the seafront, and even if I could unlock the back door and run away, there was no chance that I was streaking all the way there. Besides, my room key, my purse, my phone, all of those were with my clothes. And Lara had my clothes.

Oh no!

I remained in a silent, fuming, nude huddle in the corner of the room as Lara finished up making the coffees for Jenny and Paul. Whoever the hell they were.

"Besides," she whispered as she worked, glancing at me with a fresh grin, "This is...actually kinda exciting, right? I mean, they'll be sitting in there with me, sipping coffee. With no idea about this naughty little secret hiding away on the other side of the wall, here in my kitchen. I mean...that's kinda...hot, to be honest."

No, I wanted to insist. It wasn't hot! It wasn't hot at all! I'm trapped here, in your kitchen, completely naked, with nothing at all to cover me!

I tried to impart that irate response to her by impotently staring at her, as I remained curled up, nude and shivering. But she just smiled back at me as she finished stirring the coffees, before stepping over and leaning down to get closer to me. Oh wow, I could smell her perfume--

Bigger picture, Kate, for goodness' sake!

"And, I mean, be honest," she gently purred into my ear with that intoxicating Irish accent of hers, "How turned on are you, right now...?"

It barely even registered with me that she followed up that shockingly direct question with the lightest of kisses on my cheek. I didn't even take in the sensation of her soft lips grazing my skin. I couldn't find a response as she stood back up and walked out of the kitchen with two steaming cups of coffee in her hands. Once she was gone, my head sagged down in defeat at the undeniable answer to her question. The humiliating truth.

I had never been more turned on in my life.

That was why I wanted to hate her, even as I remained so helplessly captivated by her. Because what she had done to me, how she had left me so trapped and exposed like this, with the shame of being found nude by another shocked and unexpected audience, was feeding my sense of arousal to a new high. Or a new low, however you looked at it.

Ever since the doorbell first rang, through all of my other reactions - the blind panic, the growing anger, the quivering fear - my body had been reacting in a different way. My nipples were as hard as ever. My skin felt like it was on fire. I was so wet between my legs that I was starting to coat my thighs with my juices as I squirmed in the corner of the kitchen.

Oh Kate!

This was something else, something that felt beyond anything I'd experienced so far on this journey of mine. This went beyond simply being nude, or even being seen to be nude. This was being caught in the nude! By complete strangers!

I struggled to understand why I was getting quite so utterly carried away by this scenario. I'd technically been caught twice before, at least. Once by Nicole at the villa, when she'd caught me...pleasuring myself out on the sun deck at night. And then again, I'd been effectively caught nude on the beach later in the holiday by the group of Spanish locals, after I'd been driven away from the villa and all my clothes by the girls. There, I'd spent an entire evening showing off my nude body to them. So...why was this so different?

As the muffled voices continued on the other side of the wall, it all clicked. When Nicole had found me, that was my friend. Not a stranger. As mortified as I'd been to have been found doing that, and as surprising as Nicole's deeply erotic reaction to it had been, I'd felt at least slightly comforted by it happening with a friend. And, on the beach, I'd had another form of comfort in the midst of my plight. I knew that I'd never had to go back to that beach ever again. I never had to see Nina, Antonio and the others ever again. I never even had to set foot in Spain again if I didn't want to.

But here, no matter how angry I was at her for putting me in this situation, I desperately wanted to come here again. To see Lara, to be nude with Lara. And the strangers in the living room weren't random people I'd definitely never see again, they were her neighbours! And I really didn't want this to be how they saw me for the first time. This wasn't like some of my other old fantasies. This wasn't my towel falling off in front of a delivery driver, or being walked in on in a department store changing rooms after forgetting to lock the door, where my nudity was at least explainable, and it was just delightfully bad luck that I had been totally exposed to them. No, this was completely and totally unexplainable. If Jenny or Paul walked in here to find me completely naked in Lara's kitchen, three hours away from where I lived, what could I say? I could only admit the truth, and even that made no sense.

I was helplessly, miserably, deliciously trapped. And I was

so turned on.

I forced myself to gingerly clamber back to my feet, letting out the tiniest whimper of guilty pleasure into the confines of the empty kitchen as my soaking wet thighs rubbed together momentarily. I tip-toed across the room, getting a little closer to the muttered conversation further down the hallway. I strained to hear exactly what they were saying, whether they were already having a good laugh as Lara told them about the crazy naked girl she had trapped in the kitchen. But my head was spinning so much, I couldn't hope to follow along. All I could hear were snatched snippets of what sounded like polite conversation.

As thrilled as I felt, I knew I had to get out of here and find some sort of coverage for my trembling body. For all the reassurances Lara had just given me about not exposing me any further, I still felt I had to at least try and cover myself up. After all, she'd already hidden my clothes and invited these people into her house. Could I really trust that she didn't want to do anything else now she had me so utterly at her mercy like this?

With shaking legs, I stepped up to the doorway of the kitchen and tentatively peered around the side. I saw the sparse hallway leading to the front door, and the staircase leading upstairs to one side. That was it! I could sneak upstairs, find Lara's bedroom, and raid her wardrobe for something to wear. Anything would do. Her pyjamas, the clothes she wears to do the gardening, an old Halloween outfit. Anything!

But, as I studied the hallway a little further, my heart sank. I could see the open doorway of the living room just to the side of the staircase, the light shining out from within. Had she left that door open by accident, or on purpose to help seal my entrapment? Either way, I'd have to streak past the door to get to the stairs, revealing myself to her guests. Ugh!

I contemplated whether I should just give up. Just walk into the living room like this, presenting myself nude to a new audience. I could turn the situation around on Lara, storm in and tell Jenny and Paul that she'd made me take my clothes off and then hidden them from me. Make it clear that she was the awful pervert here for stripping poor naive women and taking their clothes away, and not me for being some weird naked freak running around the place like this.

But...I couldn't do it. I couldn't move my feet. Just as I'd plucked up the courage to bare myself to those strangers in Spain knowing I never had to go back there, I still knew deep down that I wanted to come back here. Despite the predicament she had put me in, or maybe even because of it, I didn't want this to be the last time I saw Lara.

I cursed under my breath and retreated from the doorway, backing up against the wall of the kitchen. I took a moment to consider how, on the other side of the wall my nude body was now pressed up against, two complete strangers were innocently sipping cups of coffee and chatting to their neighbour. I wondered how thin the wall was. Just how little structural material was really protecting me from being completely exposed to them. How close I was to them seeing every inch of my soft, bare body.

The more I thought about my predicament, the more my out of control arousal became absolute. My quivering skin felt electrified, my swollen pussy between my legs was throbbing with excitement, my breathing was becoming shallower. It was becoming impossible for me to control myself as I fully took in the sheer delicious energy of my latest helplessly compromised situation.

And so, as I listened to the muffled voices down the hall, and stood nude and trapped in a stranger's kitchen, I did something incredibly stupid.

No, Kate!

I heard the rational part of my brain implore. The part of me that never seemed to win an argument.

Don't you do it! Don't you dare! Not now!!

I slowly moved my hand down between my soaking thighs, and started to rub myself.

As soon as my fingers made contact with my hyper-stimulated clit, my entire body spasmed with ecstasy. In a split second, I desperately clamped my other hand over my mouth to catch the involuntary groan of pleasure that lurched forwards from my throat, praying that I had done enough to mask the sound from the trio on the other side of the wall.

Stop it, Kate! Stop that right now!!

I couldn't help myself. I kept going. My fingers went to work on myself as I desperately tried to release some of the fireball of energy inside me. I felt so many conflicting feelings at once - arousal, desire, shame, anger, fear, humiliation, pleasure - but all of them combined to spur me on. My movements became faster and more frantic, my hand clamping tighter and tighter on my mouth to try and suppress my moans.

What the hell are you doing, Kate?! You've nearly gotten away with it! Lara's guests must be going soon! Just stay quiet and you're safe!

I knew that. I knew all of that. So...why the hell was I playing with myself?! Why was I even running the risk of my breathless groans of pleasure giving me away? And as awful as it would've been to be discovered before, and had to explain why I was nude in Lara's kitchen, what the hell would happen if they found me now? If Jenny or Paul happened across a disgraceful, naked weirdo masturbating herself into a frenzy like this? I couldn't even begin to fathom the level of humiliation that would bring.

And yet, I couldn't stop. The more I thought about the situation Lara had engineered, the more I pictured myself getting caught, the more that fed my helpless state of arousal, and the more I felt the desperate urge for release. My breathing got faster and faster, my fingers moved more and more frantically, my moans became harder and harder to block. I closed my eyes and writhed against the cool painted wall behind me, giving in to the uncontrollable intensity of the moment. I was nearly there. Oh god, I was so, so close--

"Let me just put these in the kitchen."

Fuck!!

The sudden sound of the man's voice from the hallway caused my eyes to snap open. My busy hand, which had worked me to the cusp of an explosive climax, dropped away from my screaming pussy in an instant. I heard footsteps approaching.

Paul was walking into the kitchen!!

"No!" I heard Lara cry out.

The footsteps stopped. I felt sure that I could sense him. This man I'd never met before, standing on the cusp of the entrance to the kitchen. I pressed myself tightly against the wall to the side of the doorway. I could smell his cologne, he was so close by. And here I was, nude, breathless, with my hands and thighs dripping in my juices from the excruciatingly illicit act I'd just been performing on myself. I felt like I was about to pass out.

"Don't worry," Lara continued, "I'll take them."

I stood stock-still, panting as quietly as I could and shivering with fear.

"But...?"

I could hear the confusion in the man's voice at Lara's insistent interjection. I expected him to just ignore her. To just keep on walking to drop off the empty cups. And then see me, and my disgraceful situation.

I heard a shuffling sound. Then more footsteps. I let out a tiny whine of defeat as I saw a figure enter the room. This was it.

Oh, Kate!!

Lara walked in and set the empty cups down on the counter, before turning back to the hallway. She managed the whole manoeuvre without once glancing over at me, ensuring that she didn't accidentally give the game away to her departing guests that there was someone to look at standing just to the side of the doorway.

"Thanks again for dropping that parcel round," she continued as she walked back out of the kitchen, with an effortlessly casual air.

I heard footsteps retreating. Heading for the front door.

For the first time in...I couldn't remember how long, I breathed out.