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  She looked down at her body in the pale moonlight and watched her bare breasts sway in the open air as she walked. She walked past the Peterson’s house to the left of hers, and then Jones’ house. She looked at the back of the houses like a peeping Tom, though there was really nothing to see.

  She was so excited and so turned on. She reached down and gently touched herself, standing there behind another tree, and discovered that she was already soaking wet. She forced herself to stop, and she walked back down in the other direction, past her house and the Jensen’s house, and down to where she found an old tree house, still standing where she had played years ago.

  She tested the steps and then climbed up into the treehouse. It had a window that she could look out of and see her backyard and the Jensen’s’ backyard off in the distance. She sat down, her bare ass resting on the cool hard floor, and just looked out the window for a bit, taking in all of the excitement of her situation. She changed her position a bit, so her head was sticking out the window of the treehouse, and her legs were parted behind her. She reached down between her legs and touched herself once more, and within a quick minute, there was no stopping.

  She extended a soft finger to touch her clit again, and forced herself not to scream out into the dark night as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rocked through her body, while she looked out the window of the treehouse at the darkened neighborhood. The climax went on and on as the erotic feelings of being outside, exposed to the open night air kept her body humming. It was an amazing, erotic, satisfying moment, and when it ended, she relaxed and sat down motionless on the treehouse floor to catch her breath.

  Once again, she was in a blissful daze, smiling to herself, and enjoying life as she never had before. After a moment of relaxation, she climbed back down out of the treehouse. She felt much more relaxed and carefree and slowly strolled back down the trail, no longer hiding behind trees and no longer on high alert. She simply admired her natural surroundings, listened to the crickets and tree frogs, and smiled as she strolled down the trail. The night was beautiful. The weather was perfect and the mosquitos were not out. It was a stunning moment, and she felt blissful and alive in it.

  She approached her backyard, and felt a bit of sadness. She did not want the moment to end, but it had gotten late, and she needed sleep. Without any paranoia or nervousness, she stepped out of the cover of the woods and walked slowly through her backyard. She smiled and spun a few times, enjoying the last few moments outside. She opened the door to the patio and entered, but could not make herself go into the house. She just wasn’t ready for the blissful night to end.

  She walked over to the swinging chair on the patio and sat for a moment. The swinging chair was soft and cool and inviting. She took off her shoes, but left her socks on, and laid down in the chair, staring out at the backyard and the woods beyond it. Then she drifted off into a pleasant, blissful sleep.

  Chapter 7

  The next morning, Judy awoke to the sound of a screen door opening. She woke up instantly and looked over. Thankfully it was not her screen door. She was lying on the padded patio swinging chair, in only her socks. She tried not to move much but looked around to see where the sound had come from. To her left, she saw Mr. Jensen in his bathrobe in his backyard walking their dog.

  She thought he probably could not see her and was fairly certain that even if he could, he could only see her head over the arm of the chair, and would not know what she was wearing, or not wearing. She held still and kept quiet, and watched him carefully.

  Mr. Jensen walked the dog around for a few minutes, until it did its business, and then he and the dog went back inside. Judy needed to get back into the house, without being seen. She looked around cautiously some more, but instead of running inside, she decided to relax and take in the morning a bit more. She rolled over and looked out at the backyard. It was a cloudy, warm summer morning, and there was a gentle mist in the air. She watched as the mist turned to rain, and listened to the sound of it hitting the roof.

  Then she took one quick half-hearted glance around to see if anyone could see her. Strangely, she felt almost as if she didn’t care anymore. She stood up and walked casually to her back door and went inside. Once inside, she stared back out the window and relived the fun from the night before in her mind. What a wonderful week this was turning out to be.

  She showered and took care of her normal morning grooming routine, and went back to her bedroom to choose which pair of socks to wear for the day. Doing her laundry at the end of this week was going to be really easy. She picked out one of the silliest pairs she had bought, a knee-high white pair with pink Minnie Mouse pictures all over it, and slipped them on.

  She made her breakfast and thought about what to do for the day. She recalled the strange visit by Mrs. Jensen the day before, and her promise to stop by again. She also remembered what she had said. That Judy didn’t need to bother putting anything on when she came over. She was probably just joking, right? Wouldn’t she think it was weird if she dropped by and Judy answered the door naked? Would she freak out? Would she tell her parents?

  Why was Judy even considering it? She felt so strange about it. Her neighbor accidentally seeing her naked would have been one thing, but her intentionally letting her neighbor see her naked, that was different. Her WANTING her neighbor to see her naked, that was just bizarre, but for some strange reason, she did. She had been so uptight and so closed off her entire life that suddenly she wanted to do a complete 180, and she wanted to expose herself. She didn’t just want to be naked, she wanted people to see her naked. Was she turning into some sort of freak?

  Mrs. Jensen was a really nice lady, and there was no type of sexual attraction at all. But there was the feeling of adventure and excitement that came with the idea of not just being naked, but being exposed. The idea that a girl who had spent her entire life covered up would completely expose herself to another person was causing her such conflicted feelings. She wanted to do it. She wanted to do it badly, but she definitely didn’t want to create any long-lasting issues between her and her neighbors, and potentially her parents.

  If only there was a way to know that Mrs. Jensen meant what she said. Judy decided that she was just going to have to risk it and take the chance. If Mrs. Jensen seemed uncomfortable in any way, she could just go put some clothes on. It was her house, after all, it’s not like Judy was going over to her house naked, although that thought gave her goosebumps as well. Was she losing her mind altogether?

  She puttered around the house a bit, waiting for 2:00 to come, the time that Mrs. Jensen had dropped by the day before. She explored her house a bit, spending time in her parent's room, the office and even went out to the garage. She enjoyed her time, spent naked in different parts of the house for the first time. Then she went and grabbed another, bigger t-shirt, and took it into the living room and sat it on the back of the couch. She was expecting Mrs. Jensen at any moment now, and thought that she might chicken out, and wanted to be prepared to throw it on.

  As expected, shortly after 2:00, she heard a knock on the door. Her heart raced, and she thought about quickly throwing the t-shirt on. She took a deep breath and decided not to. She thought that as a “plan b” she could throw it on as soon as Mrs. Jensen came into the house if it seemed uncomfortable. But she resolved to at least answer the door and see her in, wearing only her socks.

  She went to the door and looked through the peephole to make sure it was her, and only her. It was. She was standing on the front porch with the same wry smile she had when she left the day before. As if reading her mind, she said loudly “It’s just me dear. Mrs. Jensen.”

  Judy took a deep breath and opened the door, blocking her body behind it. Mrs. Jensen saw her and smiled. Judy smiled back and said, “Hello again.” If she didn’t mean what she had said the day before, now was her chance to say something, or perhaps just not come in at all. But instead, Mrs. Jensen walked straight into the house and turned around.

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sp; Judy left with no choice, closed the door and stood there facing her. Mrs. Jensen looked her up and down blatantly, with a huge smile on her face.

  Judy had goosebumps, she was so nervous. She started to wimp out and took a few steps towards the couch towards her shirt hanging on the back and said: “Sorry, you caught me by surprise again and I…”

  But Mrs. Jensen smiled a huge smile. She put her hand on Judy’s shirt on the couch, holding it in place and said: “nonsense dear, no need to get dressed on my account.” She then looked her over again, from head to toe and said “My gosh, those socks are even cuter than yesterday. Let me get a good look at them.” And she made a spinning motion with her hand.

  Judy complied and did a little spin in place, her hair flying up and her bare breasts swaying as she did so. Mrs. Jensen said, “You are just a stunning young woman, with great fashion sense.”

  Then Mrs. Jensen let go of the shirt and went and sat down on the couch. She patted the spot next to her and said: “Why don’t you come and sit down for a minute sweetie?” Judy did as she asked, and sat down naked next to Mrs. Jensen on the couch. She thought to herself, was she really about to sit and have a conversation with this woman, with her body on display like this?

  Mrs. Jensen said, “So tell me, Judy, what have you been doing to keep yourself busy while you have been here all by yourself?”

  Judy said “Well, actually, I was kind of bored at first. But then I read this article in a magazine with fun ideas to do when you are home alone.”

  Mrs. Jensen just stared and waited for her to explain more. Judy said, “The first few items were pretty normal things to pass the time, but then it said you should try to do those things wearing ‘your cutest socks, and nothing else’, you know, to make it more adventurous.”

  Mrs. Jensen chuckled a little bit and said “Well that certainly does sound like it would make things more fun. What kind of things have you done?”

  Judy told her about cooking and dancing to loud music. She left out the part about masturbating, though the way Mrs. Jensen was staring at her, it was as if she could read her mind. Mrs. Jensen then said “Well it sounds like you have found a way to make the best of your time home alone. You are such a lucky young girl, to have a body like yours. I think if my body looked like that, I might never wear clothes at all. I really do like the socks though.”

  Chapter 8

  Judy looked shocked for a moment at the thought, but then Mrs. Jensen stood up and walked to the door to leave. Judy said “You aren’t going to… say anything to my parents, are you? I mean, my mom would probably not like all the… nakedness.”

  Mrs. Jensen interrupted and said “I wouldn’t dare, Judy. You are such a good girl, and you’re not getting into trouble or hurting anyone. I’m not going to say a word to anyone. I’m just glad you let me participate, even just a little.”

  With that, she opened the door and started to leave. She stopped and looked back at Judy and said “I didn’t bring you any food today, but Mr. Jensen is working quite late tonight, probably until about midnight. I’ll be by myself for dinner. I thought you might want to come over and have dinner with me. I’m making tacos?”

  Judy thought for a moment. She really didn’t want to give up her time alone at home. She didn’t want her adventure to be interrupted. Mrs. Jensen looked as if she could read this on her face and said “It will be ready around 7:00. No one but me will be there. If you decide to come over, just knock on the back door.” She paused and added, “Socks are required, but anything else is optional.” She gave Judy a little wink, and then headed down the stairs and back to her house.

  Judy shut the door behind her and plopped back onto the couch. She wasn’t sure about going over there for dinner, though she thought that if “eat dinner at your neighbor’s house wearing your cutest socks, and nothing else” had been on her teen magazine list, she probably would have thought it sounded fun. She decided to think about it. She also realized that she had not yet completed task number 3, “make a lip-synch music video.”

  Just then, her phone buzzed with a text message. She picked it up and saw a text from Julia that said “I’ll see you tomorrow. Should be there around noon.”

  For the first time ever, Judy actually frowned at a text from her best friend. She really wasn’t ready for her ‘alone time’ to end. She just texted back “See you tomorrow.”

  She decided that since Julia was back tomorrow, she needed to finish all of her tasks. She decided she was going to make her music video, using her favorite Bruno Mars song. She sat her phone on her dresser and pointed it at the room and hit record. She grabbed a hairbrush to use as a microphone and cranked the music. She danced and spun around and jumped and bounced and lip-synched every word into the fake microphone. She had a blast, grooving to the song as if it were her own, and when the song finally ended, she collapsed onto her bed laughing so hard tears were coming from her eyes.

  Then she got up and hit stop on the camera phone and watched the video. She watched with a huge smile on her face as she saw her mostly naked self, singing her heart out, and dancing and spinning and bouncing the whole time. She loved the way her body looked as she danced her way through the song, and it made her so happy that she had discovered this side of herself.

  For a moment, she considered sending it to Julia. She wasn’t embarrassed about her body, or the way she looked in the video, she was actually quite proud of it. But she figured that Julia would think it was stupid and that her best friend had lost her mind. She figured that this whole ‘adventure in your socks’ would seem very strange to someone on the ‘outside’.

  For the rest of the afternoon, Judy’ head was swimming with the thoughts of the week she had had so far, along with the possibility of a naked dinner with her neighbor.

  That evening around 6:30, Judy was still in a blissful haze. It had already gotten dark, and she was hungry. She decided she would take Mrs. Jensen up on her offer of tacos at 7:00. She decided to head over early, to see if she needed any help. And she decided she was not going to get dressed for dinner. She thought about taking a t-shirt with her, as a sort of safety net, but she realized that going without a safety net would make it even more exciting. Before she could change her mind, she opened her back door and took a quick look around. No one was around, but Mrs. Jensen still had her back-porch light on.

  Judy stepped out on to her back porch, and sat on the chair and put her shoes on. Then she stepped out into the backyard. The single porch light at the Jensen’s house made it much brighter out than it had been the night before, but there didn’t appear to be anyone around. Judy was less concerned with being spotted than she would have been just a couple of days ago, but still didn’t exactly want to get caught and flagged as the neighborhood nudist. She wasn’t ready for that. Not yet anyway.

  She walked casually through her backyard, but did scoot quickly across the gap between the two houses, where someone on the street could see her. Then she went up to Mrs. Jensen’s back door and knocked. Mrs. Jensen quickly answered and opened the door with a smile. She said “Look at you. What a brave girl you have become.”

  Judy stepped inside Mrs. Jensen’s house and she closed the door. It felt very strange to be in her neighbor’s house without her clothes. She had been there many times over the years, but never like this. Mrs. Jensen said “You can just leave your shoes there by the door if you want. The tacos are almost ready.

  Judy stood next to Mrs. Jensen in the kitchen and handed her things as she finished cooking. They had a completely normal conversation as they finished preparing the dinner together. Judy told her about how school was going, and that her best friend would be home tomorrow.

  When the dinner was ready, Mrs. Jensen said “Let’s go eat on the floor in the living room. Mix things up a bit.” They sat on the floor and ate and the normal conversation continued. Judy sat on her legs at first, but then grew more comfortable, and sat with her legs crossed, her pussy fully exposed. Mrs. Jensen didn’t seem
to mind or even really notice, as the normal chit-chat continued. Then Mrs. Jensen said, “So, if I might ask you a personal question, how does it make you feel, being so brazenly naked.”

  Judy thought for a moment. She just said “Honestly, it has been so much fun. I never had any idea that doing things, just normal things like having this dinner, could be so much more exciting.”

  Mrs. Jensen got a strange look on her face, and Judy said: “Is that weird?”

  Mrs. Jensen smiled and said “No honey, it’s not weird at all. It’s perfectly normal and natural, and don’t you let anyone tell you otherwise.”

  She continued “I’m just so happy for you. A beautiful young girl with an amazing body, discovering herself. It such a wonderful age and a wonderful experience. What I wouldn’t give to be young again.”

  There was a lull in the conversation as they ate, and then out of nowhere Mrs. Jensen said: “So, have you been playing with your little pussy a lot?”

  Chapter 9

  Judy dropped her fork and looked up at Mrs. Jensen with a stunned look on her face. Mrs. Jensen smiled and said “A sweet young pussy like yours is such a wonderful thing. It’s like the most sought-after treasure on the planet.” She looked over and pointed between Judy’s spread legs and said: “Do you realize wars have been started and ended, and countries have been built and collapsed over beautiful young pussies just like yours?”

  Judy didn’t know how to react to this, but Mrs. Jensen continued “I’m not a lesbian, I’m a happily married woman, but even I have to admit the sight of such a smooth, fresh young pussy gets my heart racing.”

  Judy felt like closing her legs but didn’t want to seem like she was freaking out. Then Mrs. Jensen said “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable dear. It’s just that I can remember a time when I was a lot like you, coming out of my shell. And a big part of that experience, as I remember it, was fingering myself into oblivion just about every chance I got.”