Just before you begin, there is no one in this story under the age of 18.
I have always liked to be naked outside.
From my earliest memories of being alone, the taillights of my parent's car would be barely out of the driveway before the last of my clothes hit the floor. Anytime we were swimming, I would be away from all of the others with my bathing suit balled up in my hands, visible only from the head up, but naked beneath the water.
After I got married and had a family, for years, my alone time was measured in seconds and minutes and my naked time virtually disappeared. As the kids got older, the minutes even disappeared; however, now as my twins, Gillian and David, are older not only minutes, but hours and days have become free but yet I had not found time or the urge to return to my naked ways, until recently.
It happened one spring night at little while ago, when everyone had unexpectantly gone to bed early. A little after 11 pm my restlessness stirred. Before giving in to it, I checked that everyone was asleep and found the sounds of steady sleeping and/or snoring filling every room.
Turning the outside light off, I slipped out the door. My eyes adjusted quickly to the moonlight and I pulled my t-shirt off; undid my bra, sighing as my boobs were freed from the constriction; checked for any headlights in the darkness; and in one motion pulled my shorts and panties off.
The cool night air felt so invigorating with just a touch of naughtiness. It reminded me of other nights when I was younger and sneaking outside to be naked when my parents were asleep.
Leaving my clothes on the trunk of the car, so I could find them in a hurry, I walked towards the road. When I was younger, I liked to walk naked along the quiet road where we lived at night and always got a thrill, so without thinking about it, that's where I headed.
We lived in the country on a secondary road so there was little traffic during the day and even less at night. With just my sandals on, I felt my nipples harden with excitement, and found I had goosebumps.
Running my fingertips lightly over my boobs my skin felt like it was tingling, I could feel the wetness start between my legs. I came to the edge of the road and looked both ways for telltale headlights. The only thing I could see were the distant lights of our neighbour's house, maybe 600 or 700 feet away but everything else seemed deserted.
I walked to the middle of the road and then walked the entire distance from the start of our property to the end, maybe 250 feet, letting my ass sway a little and never stopping playing with my boobs. I started to repeat the trip when I heard the distant sounds of a car engine.
I could have run back and hid behind one of our trees, but looking across the road I spied some trees and I quickly moved to the far side, the sandals slowing me more than I thought. I managed to duck behind the trees but I worried that I might have been spotlighted for a second.
The car slowed and my heartbeat sped up as I squatted a little lower, my dangling fingers playing with my pussy for the first time tonight. Despite the fear of discovery, I ran my index finger the length of my pussy and easily inserted one then two fingers into the warm folds of my vagina, slowly waiting for the car to pass, I was almost dizzy with how nice it felt.
A small moan escaped my mouth as the car pulled alongside of me, then it was past me resuming its journey and soon the taillights were disappearing into the night.
I stayed for a moment, with two fingers deep inside me, enjoying the dual pleasure of being outside naked and masturbating. My sense of release as I had a small orgasm was incredible and it made my breath quicken, leaving me feeling like I did on those long-ago nights.
I had no fear of being outside at night, I never had, I believed this was my natural state, for the first time in a long time, I actually felt relaxed and at ease in my environment. This one small orgasm had started to rekindle my desires to be outside naked again.
However, tonight I couldn't take the chance of being outside for too long so I stepped out of the bushes and crossed the road.
Collecting my clothes, I turned back into "mom" again'; but I could tell, something inside me turned on.
Showering the next morning and still dreamy about last night, I gave my body a critical eye. At 38, I wasn't old but I wasn't young either. The twins had left some damage, a few stretch marks, boobs not bad but not as perky as they once were, about 10 extra pounds, my ass was still pretty awesome if I do say so myself, and I had been told many times that I was pretty but I always thought of myself as average.
I could still do with a little work.
I couldn't remember the last time someone else had cut my hair, my fingernails were a distant memory, last night was the first time in years I had swayed my hips, my body could use a little TLC. I was a nice-looking mom bordering on middle age; I had settled for that look long enough, and OMG I thought nothing of going shopping wearing a ball cap and mommy jeans.
But just like those vintage cars my husband and son liked; I was like that dusty sports car someone had accidently left hiding in the barn under a tarp, just waiting to be restored.
It was time, I needed to turn my attention to shaking off the frump and the rust.
Since I only worked part time, I figured I would have time to devote to making myself over.
That morning, after the kids left for high school, I put on my track pants, my old sports bra and a t-shirt and went jogging.
Day 1 - 3 miles, walked almost all the way. Then 30 minutes of yoga, my yoga matt was so brittle it almost cracked. Any grace I may have had, was a distant memory.
Next, a phone call to my hair stylist ... out of business, it turns out for 5 years. So, I googled and found someone in town with 5 stars. I called and they had a cancellation, and I booked an appointment today at 2:30.
Into the shower next, with a razor and shaving crème. Emerging an hour later in a cloud of steam, legs shaved, two eyebrows again, pussy trimmed from the amazon rain forest to a nice trim triangle shape. And, assorted hair removed from places it had no place being in the first place.
I lingered in the bathroom and borrowed some of my daughter's nail polish and did my toe nails, just as a small thing for me.
Robe on, what to wear. Open the panty drawer, nothing but white granny panties, I pitched them all, I decided to go commando until I could find something for better suited for women who were not 80 years old. I made a mental note to go through all my clothes later and discard anything that made me feel like a shapeless blob.
I looked through the rest of my clothes and finally settled on some nice old blue jeans and a white t-shirt.
I worked on housecleaning until it was time for my appointment.
The stylist was nice and did not ask who had been doing my hair, but said, "I can fix this, don't worry," and after I had paid, I heard her say under her breath, "god I am good."
My hair was the nicest it had looked in forever, my natural highlights and blondeness seemed to reappear as if by magic. The cut could be left down or put into in a small pony tail, it was layered and I figured my kids and husband would really notice the difference. It turned out nobody did, and I was a little disappointed.
No opportunity for nudity that night, unless you count going to bed with no panties, I just wore a long tee to bed. While my husband snored, I played with myself quietly until I had a nice little climax and fell asleep with my fingers between my legs.
The next few days were pretty much the same, I had decided to skip wearing panties for two reasons; one, because at the moment I didn't have any, and two, because I started to really like the feel of not having them on. I had forgotten how nice the accidental rubbing on my soft denim pants felt on my smooth legs and pussy, it was like a random reminder that I am sexy.
At work, I had the reputation of being a quiet but reliable worker and although everyone knew me, I was kind of invisible and dressed about 15 years older than I was. This was going to change.
First went the formless slacks and I bought several pairs of nice stylish fitted pants, the clerk told me that I wouldn't have to worry about panty-lines because of the cut, not that it was a problem for me now that I wasn't wearing them anymore.
Along with the granny panties, a few days later all of my pantyhose joined them in the garbage. My blouses were next to get tossed, and they were replaced by several nice silky tank tops and a few dress shirts for women.
When I looked at my makeup, most of it was dried up and dust, so all of that went into the garbage and after a visit to the drug store I replaced all it, not that I wore much makeup, but I wore enough just to accent my features.
I started to wear a little jewelry again, nothing extravagant, but a nice feminine watch, and some nice necklaces that I picked up at a local artists coop. I was starting to feel pretty again, I know that sounds silly, but it was true.
At home, I could have been wearing a potato sack for all of the notice I got, but at work, one or two co-workers commented after about a week, on how nice it was to see me "talking care of myself again," I thanked them, thinking that I should have done this a long time ago.
By middle of the second week, I was able to jog 3 miles without walking and soon I didn't feel like having a heart attack when I finished. I hadn't missed a day of running yet, and each week I started adding a little more distance.
I had been managing to get outside for some "naked time," about twice a week. Always late at night and usually just for a walk up and down the road. Some times I would play with myself while walking, other times I would lay on a deck chair, with my legs spread wide running my fingers between my legs until I came.
One morning on a whim, I shaved off the rest of my bush, I loved how smooth it felt, when my husband finally noticed a few days later, he looked disapprovingly at me and said I looked like a child and said that he wanted me to grow it back.
I told him, "I like it, and if you don't then I'm sorry," I thought since he still hadn't noticed my new haircut, so why should he care about this one and he didn't mention it again.
At work more men and women had noticed new hairstyle (on my head), and just about everyone told me that they liked how I had changed; I was walking like a woman again too, not like I was carrying two sacks of potatoes all the time. And the running was paying off, now up to 6 miles and I was 3 pounds lighter and starting to get more toned.
One night when everyone was either doing homework or watching the game on TV, I sat upstairs alone using an incognito screen and ordered some "sex toys" for the first time in my life.
Nothing too fancy, but I ordered a small remote control panty vibrator that intrigued me, a dildo that looked so big that I was afraid I would never fit it into my small box, but it was the number 1 recommended one, and in a moment of pure naughtiness, a butt plug.
Later that night, I just had to get outside. It was after midnight, when I slipped out of bed. Wearing only my t-shirt, I quietly opened and closed the door. Hanging my tee on the end of the deck, I walked barefoot around the backyard for a while, then I walked around the house to the front yard and headed for the road.
Taking care on the gravel shoulder because of my bare feet, I stepped onto the pavement and started walking.
Lost in my own world, I almost didn't see the lights coming up behind me.
