The Naked Collection

by Poppy Romero

  The NAKED Collection

  By Poppy Romero

  Copyright © 2015 Poppy Romero

  Kindle Edition

  The following is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only. All characters depicted are eighteen years or older. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  The novella remains copyright of the author in it's entirety.

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  Contents

  Locked Out Naked

  Dirty Weekend

  The First Time

  The Hotel

  The Next Morning

  The Beach

  In Town

  The Hotel

  The Pool

  The New Nudist

  Locked Out Naked

  My name is Carly, and I'm an exhibitionist. It's that simple. Give me an excuse (or half an excuse) to show my body, and I'm naked. I love it - the excitement, the arousal, the danger; all of it. There's nothing quite like the thrill of having your body, your raw sexuality on display for any stranger to see.

  But I wasn't always like this. In fact, at one point I was just your average, ordinary girl. You could walk past me on the street or see me pop up on Tinder, and you'd never have known.

  But then, there was that one night when everything changed.

  It was a hot summer evening, and I was sat out back trying to finish off some course work. The sunset had already passed, and the spotlight on the back of the house was illuminating the table in the evening gloom.

  I was halfway through reading my notes when I heard the front door slam. The car started out front. Ed and Sara – the couple I was lodging with - had gone out for the evening.

  I had the place to myself.

  I listened for the sound of the car pulling away, and leapt out of my seat. With the house to myself, I wasn't going to waste a single second. I flicked my cigarette into the ashtray, and the folder onto the table. To be honest, I'd been leafing through it idly, waiting for them to leave. I kicked off my trainers and hopped back into the house. The door swung shut by itself as I ran across the room.

  I ran upstairs, pulling my tank top over my head and hastily unclipping my bra. I've always loved being naked when I'm alone. It's one of the things I hated most about living with other people, and one of the things I look forwards to the most when I have the place to myself.

  As I lowered my underwear around my ankles, I thought about my plans for the evening. Run a quick bath, download a smutty book or two, and really enjoy the privacy. In fact possibly the same kind of alone time you, dear reader, are enjoying right now. It kind of tickles me to imagine a legion of readers enjoying my stories the way I was hoping to enjoy myself that night.

  Well, as AC/DC said, “For those about to rock, we salute you!”

  I went over to the window to grab a towel from the radiator, and that's when I noticed. I could see something glowing in the garden through the window. It was dark outside, so at first I thought it was just the spotlight, until I noticed it flickering slightly.

  I pressed myself against the window, only to see some of my papers had blown into the ashtray and started a small fire! It only looked like a small one, but it would soon spread and take out the table (and my security deposit) if I didn't do something fast.

  I hooked the towel around myself and ran back down the stairs. My heart was pounding. How could I have been so stupid? I opened the back door and hopped out into the garden. Without really thinking, I threw my towel over the table, smothering the fire. For the briefest moment I felt like some kind of genius standing there, having overcome the danger so quickly.

  That is, until I heard the click behind me.

  The door! I ran to it, grabbing the door handle and shoving with all my might.

  Nothing.

  The latch had closed, and I was locked out naked. I wheeled round in a panic, trying to cover my naked body. Somehow the dark of the evening made the spotlight on the back of the house feel like it was highlighting me for the whole world to see.

  I squirmed and backed against the house so my neighbours wouldn't see. On the other side of the back fence there was a small copse of trees between us and the park that gave our gardens some privacy, but there were still houses on either side. If either of my neighbours had looked out of their windows or peeked over the fences, they'd have seen everything.

  I looked over at the table. The towel was a singed mess, but at least the fire was out. I picked it up anyway, my mind a panicked blur. It was ruined. It had put out the fire well enough, but the cheap polyester mix had caught and burned a hole right across the middle.

  So there I was, locked out with nothing but the tattered remains of a towel to preserve what little honor I had remaining. I pulled the towel close around myself and tried to take stock.

  I was locked out. I at least had my towel, so there was that. And now that I thought of it, there was a spare key under a brick in the front garden. That really didn't help much since I was stuck in the back garden, but it was something at least.

  I took a second to desperately try and think of another option, but there wasn't one I could think of. I sighed. I was going to have to see if I could sneak round the front and grab the key.

  I slipped my trainers on, realising that the whole risky situation could be made ten times worse if I stood on a loose stone or a piece of glass. At least I had that little bit of good luck going for me.

  I unlocked the side gate and crept along the side of the house. I'd been lucky enough to find a place lodging in a nice, quiet suburban area with a quiet couple. We never tended to have that many people passing by on the street, maybe it might go okay...

  Slowly, I tiptoed out into the passage leading down the side of the house. I started padding slowly down the path, one hand bunching the towel up tightly around my chest, the other holding onto the wall nervously.

  I peered round the corner into the front street. It all looked quiet. The street lights had just come on outside, but it was still reasonably dark near the front of the house. My heart was still hammering in my chest though. If anyone turned up, I'd have to make a run for it and hope they hadn't seen me.

  I took a deep break. OK Carly, you can do this. Just a quick run round the front, grab the spare key, run back inside and learn your lesson.

  If only things had worked out that simple.

  As I crept out into the front garden, I heard voices from next door. I could hear two guys coming out of the house. I dived toward the hedge, panicking.

  I had a choice between trying to make a break for the key, or stay hidden here. I peeked out over the hedge.

  Next door, our neighbours Mike and Franklin were standing in the doorway. They were renting the house with a couple of other guys. Frank was your typical guy, and probably the last person I wanted catching me like this. I'd always had kind of a crush on Michael though. Classic jock build, dark cropped hair, cheekbones to kill for. Last summer I saw him working out in the garden shirtless, and since then I'd found him popping into my head when I was alone with a smutty book.

  In reality however, they were the last people I wanted to see me naked. I hung back around the corner and listened.

  “So we still on for tonight?”

  “Yeah. You got everything?”

  “Think so. Wait, my phone.”

  I could hear the amusement in Michael's voice. “You're definitely going to want that. �
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  “All right, gimme a sec and I'll go get it. ”

  They went inside. I figured looking around would take them at least a minute, and I could already see the brick the spare key was hidden under. I could sprint over, grab it, and let myself in. No problem.

  I made a break for it, scooting low and using the hedge as cover from the rest of the street. God only knows what our neighbours would think if they saw me – I got the impression that they thought I was the responsible one! Regardless of what they might think, I blushed and giggled at the thought of them seeing my body like that.

  I made it over to the brick, and breathed a sigh of relief. My relief was short-lived though as I flipped it over.

  There was no key!

  Someone must have used it when they were drunk, and forgot to put it back! I started to panic. Any second now the guys next door would be heading out, possibly past our garden. And I still had no key, and no clothes!

  I went to crawl back along the hedge, but felt something tugging at the towel. I spun round to see that while I was crouched trying to look under the brick, the hole in the side must have gotten snagged on a loose branch. It was caught pretty badly and the fibers were tugging apart. I tried giving it another, sharper tug, but to be honest, it just made the hedge shake and the towel rip.

  And at the worst possible moment, I heard the click of our neighbours front door opening again, and the guys came back out.

  “Hey, is next door's light still on?”

  “Yeah, aren't they coming tonight?”

  “Maybe. I saw the car leave.”

  “Go see if they're in then, maybe we can get a ride.”

  I realised with a start that if they came over, they'd come into the garden and see me crouching here, desperately trying to cover my body with what was left of the towel. I panicked, and my fight-or-flight reaction kicked in. Without thinking, I scrambled for the side passage, abandoning the towel and running bare-ass across the front yard. As I rounded the corner and dropped to a crouch, I saw them both come round the front fence.

  I watched as they walked down the path and knocked on the front door. Mike looked up at the house, his eyes flicking between the windows.

  “Light's on upstairs.”

  Crap. I must have left it on when I was planning a bath. He looked up at the window again, then rang the bell once more.

  “They're not in.”

  He made to leave, and I quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As Mike turned to leave however, Frank grabbed his arm.

  “Have a look round back?”

  My heart skipped a beat. There was only one way round the back, and it was the cut down the side of the house – the cut I was currently crouching in, completely naked.

  I clutched one hand around my breasts and cupped the other between my legs as I skipped as quietly as possible around to the back garden.

  My eyes frantically scanned the garden for a hiding place , but there was nowhere. Nowhere except...

  Oh no.

  Literally the only place to go was outside the garden, into the trees around the back of the houses. It would solve my immediate problem all right, but it would mean driving me further away from the house.

  I looked round one last time, hoping for something to magically appear that might save my bacon, but the garden was still empty of anything useful.

  I scooted across the yard for the back gate, hoping neither of my neighbours were looking out at that moment. I could hearing Frank & Mike's voices round the side of the house. In a second or two they'd be in the back garden, and if I didn't hurry my sweet ass up, I would be too.

  I made it to the gate, unlatched it and scooted through just in time for them to round the corner. I crouched and peered through the gap between the gate and the fence, watching them.

  Michael looked at the table, while Franklin went over the the back window, peering into the house.

  “What the hell happened here?”

  Franklin turned around and looked at the table. The burnt remains of my papers were strewn across it, along with a generous amount of ash from the towel and the ashtray. Also my phone. It caught my eyes when Michael picked it up, turned it over and set it back down.

  “No idea. They're not in, c'mon man.”

  Michael looked down at the table again. He looked up at the back gate and frowned. For a second I thought he'd seen me, but he slowly turned back to the side of the house and headed down the side path.

  The second they rounded the side of the house, I crept back into the garden. I ran over to the table, one hand between my legs and the other reaching for the phone. I grabbed it, and crouched down, scrolling through the numbers, trying to work out someone who could help.

  Could I trust the police with this? Or would they arrest me for indecent exposure, dragging me out to their car in cuffs while the neighbours looked on? I blushed at the thought.

  From around the front of the house, I heard them stop, and Franklin exclaim “Who the fuck left a burnt towel here?”

  I froze, nearly dropping the phone. If they found the towel, they were probably going to put two and two together about the ashes all over the table and come back round.

  I ran back up the garden and through the gate, pulling it all the way shut this time. Through the gaps in the wood, I saw them come back round, holding the towel from the front garden.

  If they kept a hold of it, that was my only possible cover gone. Even if I called the police, I'd have to stand there completely naked while they took all the details. Maybe even get dragged out to the car naked.

  Frank frowned as he looked between the singed pages and the towel. “This looks like something seriously sketchy, man.”

  “Yeah, but what? You think we should call the police?”

  Frank shrugged. “And say what? You know it'll just cause trouble with their landlord.”

  “So what then?”

  “I dunno. Take a look around?”

  Great. That's all I needed, Sherlock and Watson running round my back yard for the next ten minutes while I sat here, naked and shivering with no idea what to do.

  “Hey... wasn't the back gate open before?”

  I panicked again. They were going to come over and probably find me huddled here, naked. If I'd thought it would be humiliating to stand there naked and explain myself to the police, it would be twice as bad with my frat boy neighbours. Mike seemed like a decent guy, but I had no idea how Frank might react, or if Mike would get caught up in their taunting.

  Assuming it stopped at just taunting... I shivered as my mind started running through all the things they could do to me.

  Sure enough Mike started walking down the lawn toward the gate. I tip-toed along the line of the back fence and hunkered down behind some boxes as quickly as I could. It would have to do for cover.

  “Anything there?”

  I saw Mike's head poke out. The sun had already gone down, so it was dark enough he couldn't really see much beyond the back door. I squeezed back against the wall, suppressing a yelp as my naked skin came in contact with the cool brick.

  He turned back to the garden. “Don't see anything.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Here, lemme use my torch.”

  Oh come on. Can't a naked girl catch a break? I huddled back against the wall as far as I could and looked through the fence. Frank was fiddling with his phone as he headed up the garden.

  I realised that if Frank decided to come out and investigate, he'd probably get a good look at everything, and with his phone in his hands, probably a few snapshots as well. While he had his head down, I tiptoed – covering myself with my hands – over to the tree-line.

  He raised the phone with the light on, and just before I ducked behind a bush, I saw my own silhouette highlighted in the bright flare. My heart was hammering in my chest. He must have seen me!

  I crouched behind a bush and turned to look. Sure enough he was headed my way, his phone held out in front of him.

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  I started backing away, and broke into a run. Frank must have heard something, because the light briefly illuminated me as I made a bolt for the other side of the trees.

  “Hey! Hey come back!”

  The trees whipped past me as I clutched my breasts with one arm, the other flailing in front of my face to stop loose twigs and branches hitting me in the face.

  One of my neighbours had already seen me naked. My mind was running through all the worst case scenarios if he found me. He already had his phone out, so pictures of me naked could end up doing the rounds. Bad enough if I was the only one who knew the pictures were of me. But if he caught me and found out who his mystery streaker was, it would be ten times as humiliating.

  I kept running along the line of trees until I collapsed in the grass, exhausted. I must have sprinted a block or two, but the bushes were a lot thicker out here. I crawled under one and crouched, waiting.

  For a few seconds there was nothing but the thumping of my heart. Then I heard voices. As they got closer I recognised Mike and Frank. They were starting to slow down, and stopped right next to the bush I was hiding under. I bit my lip as I listened to their breathless conversation.

  “I'm telling you man, she ran this way!”

  “Seriously Frank? You so fuckin' desperate you're making up naked chicks in the woods now?”

  “I know what I saw, OK?”

  So he did see me! I blushed, squirming behind the tree with embarrassment.

  “Whatever man. There's nobody out here and I'm late. I'm going.”

  I heard Mike walking away, but Frank stayed for a second. I slowly inched my head out from behind the tree. There were a good few bushes between us, but I could see him illuminated by the light of his phone. He took one last look around, then started to walk back, shaking his head.

  I sank back into the bush, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. I was stuck in the woods – naked - with no idea what the hell I was going to do. At least my neighbours hadn't seen me naked though. As Frank noisily headed back through the trees, I squirmed as I imagined what might have happened if they had caught me.