Finding Goddess Ch. 02

She was actually doing it. It was against her better judgment, it was against common sense, and it was against the law, but Carol was still doing it. She was leaving her home, she was heading out in the car, and she not bringing a single scrap of clothing with her. All around her, people were milling about doing their own things, walking, jogging, biking, skateboarding, talking, playing basketball, and driving cars of their own, never realizing that there was a naked woman in their midst. Yes, she was in a car, and she was blazing by too fast for anyone to get a good glimpse at her face, but it still boggled her mind. This was the first time in over twenty years that Caroline Conners was naked in public.

And as the sign designating the city limits came into view, as she read how her home city of Beringall would miss her in big, loopy, cursive letters, it hit her that this was no mere act of exhibitionism that she had practiced in the past. This was a true act of nudism the likes of which no one ever got to do anymore! Carol was leaving all the clothes she owned behind. Every minute that went by put more distance between her clothes and her person, and before the day was done, they would both be more than 100 miles apart. So far apart that she might as well have not owned them. So far apart that they might as well have never existed. So far apart that she...that she...that she should just be naked all the time!

"I'm naked," Carol breathed as she took a glance down at her body. Admiring her creamy skin, her D-cup breasts that nearly obscured the fit stomach underneath, and her muscular thighs that proved she indeed spent a good amount of time at the gym. All were bare, all were beholden, all were exposed, all were...free. Freer than she had ever felt in decades...no, freer than she ever felt in her life!

"Indeed you are," grinned Henrietta, who was driving the car. "Now aren't you glad I talked you into this?"

"I have nothing on," Carol continued as though she was in a trance. This was a dream, it had to be. People only ever ran around naked like this in their dreams. She rubbed her hands all over her body, marveling both at the abundance of bare flesh, and the complete absence of cloth. She pinched herself on her crimson nipple for good measure. She felt a pleasurable spark within the nub and the hint of a vibration down her spine, but when she opened her eyes, she didn't find herself back in her bed. She was still in the car, and she was still naked.

"You sure do," said Henrietta. "Must be a dream come true for you."

"I don't have any clothes on me...or with me...at all!" Carol finished, leaning back to stretch herself out as much as she could, pushing the fabric of her seat deeper into the contours of her back and her buttocks, and taking a moment to steal a glance at her legs that were just as bare as the rest of her, down to her tippy toes.

"Must be a surreal feeling," said Henrietta. "But it's real, hon. You're really riding butt-naked in my car, traveling to far-off lands where you just might be able to run and frolic like that all you like."

"All I like," Carol repeated robotically. One of her hands was beginning to trail down the curve of her boob and along her stomach. To think, she could actually frolic like this all she liked, wherever she liked. It would be like Heaven on Earth. But no, it wasn't true, it couldn't be. Henrietta was just yanking her chain. There was no place that would allow public nudity, and if there was, why would it be in New Deastone of all places?

Still, it was fun to think about, to imagine what she could do if it was true. During their intense bouts of lovemaking yesterday, Henrietta had done everything she could to keep the image fresh in Carol's mind, saying things like "I could just kiss you like this in the streets," "I'd squeeze your bare ass like this while people watched," and "I'd pin you to a tree and rub myself all over you...like this...until you were...screaming...my...name!" Carol honestly didn't know what came over her friend, but a kink had clearly hit her like a bolt of lightning. Which could only mean one thing: she wasn't lying about her encounter with the naked women in New Deastone. There had to be some grain of truth to it. Or at least Carol hoped there was.

"That's right. All you like," said Henrietta as she pulled a hand away from the wheel to give her girlfriend's naked thigh a squeeze. "I can't wait to see how you look when we get there. It's going to be so hot walking around town with your sexy MILFy body on display."

Carol didn't say anything. She simply nodded her head and closed her eyes to imagine just how it would look like herself. It was all she could do really; backing out was not on the table, and it really wouldn't do if she spent the whole trip freaking out.

***

They passed by the sign welcoming them to the city of New Deastone, and it was then that Carol decided it was time to start freaking out.

"I'm freaking NAKED!"

"So I've noticed," said Henrietta.

"I don't have any CLOTHES ON!"

"That's what we've all been saying."

"What if somebody SEES me?"

"Then their day will have brightened by at least 5 percent."

"That's not what I mean—EEP!"

They came upon a red light and had to stop. Lots of people were milling around, going about their business, and if any one of them stole a glance her way, saw how bare her shoulders were, the game would be up! Carol couldn't allow that to happen, so she slid as far down the seat as she could to hide herself from view.

"What the hell, Carol?" laughed Henrietta. "This isn't like you at all! Since when have you ever been one to be embarrassed about being seen naked?"

"It's not that I'm embarrassed," said Carol, which was the truth. She had managed to navigate her way from infancy to adulthood without ever getting the nudity taboo that infected most of humanity like a virus. "It's that we could get in serious trouble for this!"

"We won't get in trouble!" said Henrietta. "Those girls I saw were walking around butt-ass naked like it was normal. And while they definitely got plenty of attention, no one around them was acting like they were anything unusual. Hell, a cop drove right past them and didn't so much as honk his horn. Er, the car horn that is. I can't say for certain what he was doing with the other one."

"R-really?"

"Yes, really. Whatever this town's deal is, it has no problems with nudity. So get your bare ass back up here already!"

"If you say so," said Carol. The light turned green, the car started moving again, and she decided to at least sit back up properly. She couldn't help but wince a little as the edge of the seatbelt scraped against her nipple, though. "Where are we going anyway?"

"I thought we'd park in a garage and step out for a little walk."

"I...see."

No more words were exchanged as Henrietta pulled into a multilevel garage. Carol braced herself and silently prayed to every god and goddess she could name to please, in their divine mercy, make the garage absolutely packed, and buy her a few more minutes that could be spent huddling in the safety of the car.

No sooner had Henri driven through the gate did the nude woman's heart drop when she saw the place was the opposite of packed. It was very empty in fact, save for a few vehicles parked here and there. And that's why Carol didn't believe in any gods!

"We're here!" beamed Henrietta as her car lurched to a stop.

Carol sighed. This was it, the moment of truth, and what was undoubtedly going to be her biggest and boldest naked experience in a long time, if not ever. Putting it off any longer was impossible at this point; the only option she had was to handle it the same way she handled band-aids. So she unbuckled her seatbelt, swung open the door, put her feet on the ground, and stepped outside, all within the span of a single breath.

The warm summer air hit her naked skin like a slap on the derriere. The way it glided over her breasts, all around her stomach, up her thighs, and even between her lower lips was enough to make Carol jump. It had been...such a long time since she experienced this feeling. Too long. The closest she ever came to feeling it in the past 20 or so years had been whenever she got to put on a bathing suit, but wearing even the skimpiest bikini was no match for complete and total nudity in the outdoors.

I missed this, she thought, running her hands down her body with a gentle smile.

Unfortunately, her serenity was short-lived when she took note of the terrain she would have to traverse. The garage's paved floor didn't feel at all pleasant on her soles, and it didn't look even remotely clean. Walking around barefoot would not be a pleasant experience, and Carol couldn't help but eye a few suspicious lumps lying around that could have been loose stones or dog turds for all she knew. And if she walked like this on the sun-baked pavement outside...

"Here, put these on," said Henrietta as she shoved a pair of sandals into Carol's unexpected hands. "Much as we would both love for you to be totally naked, it won't do to burn your feet on the blistering pavement."

"Oh, uh, thanks," Carol stammered, a little unnerved that it seemed like her girlfriend had just read her mind, but nevertheless thankful that she at least thought ahead. "Good thinking."

Now that she was properly 'dressed,' it was time for Carol to face the music and show the city of New Deastone what she was made of. Taking the nude woman's hand in her own, Henrietta just about nearly dragged her out of the garage and onto the sidewalk where the sun enveloped Carol's naked body so brightly, her skin almost glowed.

Heads turned. Eyes widened. A few impressed "Oooooh" sounds could be heard, a surprising number coming from women. Passing cars slowed down and one even honked its horn approvingly. But nowhere was anyone scandalized. Carol didn't see anyone gasp in shock or horror, or look even remotely surprised at her, she didn't see anyone beeline away from the premises, she didn't hear anyone laugh, and she didn't hear anyone shout in anger. If anything, people seemed mildly curious, amused, or impressed by the sight of her naked body, but it was otherwise just business as usual.

"This is...weird," she said.

"It is," said Henrietta. "But so far, it seems like it's true; this place really is tolerant of nudity! C'mon, let's actually walk around for a bit."

Hand in hand, they ambled down the street, the naked mother and her clothed girlfriend. The summer sun warmed her skin like a gentle fire, and Carol couldn't help but suppress a grin at how wonderful it felt on her bosoms, which were jiggling freely with her every step. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time, and it was absolutely wonderful. Her body seemed more sensitive in its exposure; she could feel the air as it brushed her every curve and nook, from the way it stroked her inner thighs, blew her pubic hairs into her skin, and tickled the nubs of her nipples, which were growing steadily harder.

However, Carol couldn't help but be mystified. She was naked. Bare naked in public, surrounded by people, and no one seemed to care. Did they notice? Absolutely! People were looking at her, some more brazenly than others. But no one was objecting. And in Carol's experience, one would always meet some form of objection if they went nude in public.

Have attitudes towards nudity really changed that much? Is this city just that relaxed about it? Or...is it because I'm so sexy that nobody minds?

A man and a woman on a stroll of their own approached the pair. Both of them had their eyes trained on Carol, and the nudist swore she heard them both utter an impressed murmur. Maybe that was why. Carol wasn't one to brag too much, but she took pride in how her 42-year-old body looked. She worked hard to keep it fit and sexy, and nothing boosted her confidence more than the attraction evident in people's eyes. And if boys and girls alike liked what they saw, who was she to complain? Carol couldn't help but feel a surge of pride course through her as the sounds of approval from the two strangers filled her ears. It was enough to make her forget about her trepidation, if only for a moment, and start strutting a lot more sexily down the sidewalk, wiggling her behind as she drew closer to them.

Take it all in, you Peeping Toms! she thought with an especially toothy grin.

She passed by them, and felt their eyes stay glued to her form. She was almost tempted to give herself a firm smack on the butt when she heard the woman give a startled "Oh?"

"What is it?" the man asked his companion.

"I don't think she's one of them."

"You didn't see it either?"

"No."

Carol raised an eyebrow. 'One of them?' 'Didn't see it?' What were they talking about?

She almost turned around to ask what they meant, but Henrietta already dragged her around a corner.

"So far, so good," said the clothed woman. "But just walking around seems a little dull. Let's see if we can stop by someplace. Oooh, I could sure go for some donuts and coffee right about now."

Doubt began flooding Carol's mind again. Walking was one thing, it at least ensured she was constantly on the move. But if she stopped someplace, then it would give people around her more time to watch, identify, and report her. And after hearing that previous couple's cryptic words, she couldn't help but start thinking she was doing something wrong after all.

"Henri, I don't think—" she tried to protest, but it was all in vain. Her girlfriend had already yanked her into the coffee house, and the jingling bell already announced their presence to every patron in the establishment. All eyes in the establishment were on Carol's naked form in an instant. And they all looked at her with feelings of...curiosity, admiration, amusement, attraction...and no feelings of surprise, horror, disgust, or anger. Just like they did everywhere else. And soon enough, most of them were content to just turn back and return to their regularly-scheduled consumption of caffeinated products.

Hmm, nobody cares here either. Maybe I am just being a little para—uh-oh! Carol thought.

"Uh...oh," Henrietta said.

"Huh? Oh," the policewoman who they had both locked eyes with mumbled. She was looking Carol up and down, taking in every detail of her naked body, letting not a single inch of exposed skin escape her gaze. It looked like this was it for Carol, this would be the moment where she would confirm what she knew all along, that nudity was most definitely not legal in New Deastone...

"Hm," the policewoman murmured again, and without another word pushed past Carol and Henrietta as if they were mere stones in the road.

Time stopped for the nudist. Did that really just happen? Did she just show herself to a cop and get away with it? So was nudity really okay in this city after all?

"Huh? Ma'am, wait," the policewoman suddenly called from behind her.

Carol froze in her tracks so abruptly, a shiver ran up her whole body. In the brief silence that followed, she wondered if anyone could see the ripple working its way through her bare flesh. "Uh...is there a problem, officer?" she asked, already knowing for certain what it was.

"Ma'am, you can't walk around that!" said the policewoman.

Carol's heart dropped like a rock. It looked like what she was doing was illegal after all. She could sense similar disappointment radiate from her girlfriend as well, who was currently shooting her a guilt-ridden look of apology.

"It's okay, she's with me!" a new voice spoke up. Before Carol could react, she suddenly felt a new body press up against her own. A very...naked body...with two very hard nubs pressing into her back.

"What on mmrrrfff!" Carol had only a few seconds to voice her shock before her lips were completely smothered and she was staring directly into two luscious spheres of blue. It took a few seconds to register in her mind that someone was actually kissing her, and that someone was not Henrietta!

"Um...are you certain?" said the policewoman, who now looked just as startled as Carol.

"Absolutely!" the mysterious kisser beamed once she pulled away from Carol's face with a wide grin. "She's in real desperate need of relief, so I thought I'd give it to her! And she's real eager, as you can see!"

Carol was feeling dizzy. "What are you talking a—OH!"

The stranger slid a hand down the length of her body, stroking her stomach affectionately until it came upon her crotch, which it cupped tenderly. Carol stiffened as one finger, likely a thumb, began to play with her clitoris, rubbing firm circles all around it while another finger started to worm its way into her slit.

"Ahhh...oh-ohhh." Carol had no idea what was going on, but it felt so good that she couldn't find it in herself to protest.

"See?" the stranger said. "You know it's perfectly legal if one of us is around, right?"

"Y-yes, I know," said the cop, who was starting to look a little flustered. "She didn't have...you know, so I jumped to conclusions. I'll leave you two to it then." Without another word, the woman in blue scampered out the door like a frightened mouse to its burrow.

"Now that we've gotten that taken care of..." said the blue-eyed stranger, who now let Carol go, withdrawing her hand from the naked woman's crotch. Carol let out a half cry and a half gasp as it slipped away, taking with it the immeasurable feeling of pleasure it brought just as suddenly as it appeared.

"Holy cow!" cried Henrietta. "Who are you? Where did you come from? And what did...how did...?"

"I'll explain. But how 'bout in a more comfortable place, like in one of these booths?"

"Sounds good to me!"

On top of her dizziness, Carol was feeling a tragic sense of loss from the orgasm she had been denied and was still burning for, but when something gave her arm a sudden tug, she was finally able to focus and see who it was. It was a person, a woman with brilliant blond hair, a cute and slender frame with an even cuter bubbly behind...and who was, like Carol, completely naked.

What the...?

Carol was too stunned to resist as the naked stranger pulled her aside to a booth, where she took a seat, hitting the soft faux-leather with a slight slap, and promptly pulling Carol into her lap.

"Wh-what is—AHHH!"

Once again, the woman's hand slithered its way to her crotch and started picking up where it left off. "Sorry if this is unexpected, but this is the best way to keep you out of trouble," she said, whispering in Carol's ear. "That, and because," she added, dropping her voice to a husky tone as she gave Carol's ear a long, sensuous lick, "I know you really need this."

Carol could only breathe in response as the mysterious nude woman rubbed her clit and stroked her insides once more. They pulsed all around the woman, molding themselves against her digits as they moved, caressing every sensitive fold, every ticklish petal, every squelching muscle in all the right places as they curled and stretched, slowly, softly, in tune with every rub of her lower nub.

This girl, whoever she was...she was no stranger to the art of womanly pleasure.

"Uhhh...hahhhh...ohhhh," Carol moaned as her mysterious savior worked her magic. The blonde's arm wrapped around her back and snaked to her front, where her hand found its way to Carol's large breast. She explored the great expanse of flesh, kneaded her fingers through it like dough, and pulled the whole orb deeper into her appendage just to scrape the nub of Carol's very erect and very sensitive nipple against her palm. "Mm? Ah? OH!" Carol gasped. Sparks of pleasure jolted through her, one from the scarlet tip of her breast, and the other from her womanly core as the stranger slipped another digit into her and rubbed her clit with increasing vigor. Squishing, wet sounds of sopping, delicate flesh rang through the air.