Karen naked in school (Part 3) - Sexgeschichten

Karen naked in school (Part 3)

... figured out my problem as I was heading back up the stairs. I was feeling guilty -- about being dressed!

I giggled a little and went to my room to eat my snack, and thought about what I should do. I had to do something... I thought about it for a little while, and had an idea.

I took my glass and plate downstairs, then went outside for a walk for a couple of blocks. I stopped at a corner, then crossed the street and ran up to a house, dropping my house key in the mailbox, then turned and ran all the way home. I went inside, and saw no one was home. I went upstairs and took off my clothes, then put my shoes and socks back on.

I went downstairs, then took a few breaths, blushing nervously -- and went outside. I hastily locked and closed the front door. I couldn't get back inside until I got my key! I was locked outside, and I was bare naked!

I turned and started down the steps, then looked up, gulping -- a car was coming down the street toward me! I jumped behind a bush and hid until it went past, then giggled. I shouldn't be bashful after 4 days of attending school in the nude! But it was... different... being outside like that, and not in the school.

I ran as fast as I could down the sidewalk to where I'd left my house key. I got a block from my house without any cars passing by, and began to think I could get away without anyone seeing me. I slowed a little to run across the first intersection, then dashed across and started going the next block.

My luck ...

... didn't last. A car passed me heading in the same direction. It slowed and honked, and I blushed hard, but waved.

The car continued on, and I swallowed, then sighed. Then I realized I was still being bashful.

I got to the second cross-street and stopped and looked carefully, then hurried across to the house where I'd left my key. The key was still in the mailbox, and I felt immense relief. I took it, slid it in my shoe so I wouldn't lose it, and ran back across the street.

I slowed to a walk, and promised myself I'd walk the rest of the way, not run. I decided if I started running again, or failed to smile, or hid behind anything, I'd have to walk around the block before going home.

I saw another car coming down the street, and felt anxious, but I nervously, boldly, made myself face directly toward the car, smiling and waving as it approached.

The driver was a middle aged woman, who didn't honk, but she had a couple of yougner teenagers riding with her. One rolled down his window and wolf-whistled, and I realized he was probably my brother's age. I blushed, but kept smiling.

As they passed, a van came up behind me. I didn't know it was there until it honked. I stopped and spun around and waved, then blushed even harder; the driver was a mid-20s guy with a camera pointing right at me! He took a couple of quick pictures while I was waving and smiling, then a couple more as I hastily turned the other way. He drove away laughing.

I continued walking for a few ...