The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch)

... crunching from her bare feet and from the snowballs echoing in the cold silence, within five minutes she had hefted one snowy boulder on top of the other with strong wide-spread arms against her hard, flushed, pointy breasts and flat tummy until she had a snowman as tall as she was (and much fatter). The falling snow matted her hair, and there was more snow packed into to her pubic bush and melting all over in little rivers down her red, flushed skin. She imagined little Naked Tami, eight years old, playing in the snow with the other kids, a lifetime of never having worn clothes except for at the beginning with diapers . . . Could such a thing be possible? In just four months she had already developed resistance to cold which amazed her. Maybe after eight years of being exposed to the outdoors she would have been a healthy, rugged, ruddy-skinned child free of any sense of modesty. Part of her wished she had been indeed naked since birth. The hard part was not the nudity but her feelings of shame . . .

She stuck branches in the snowman's sides, said a gentle "Merry Christmas" to the snowman and to Joey and Mommy and Daddy and her grandparents and to her childhood, and then rushed back into the house where it was quiet and warm.

The Unintentional Nudist VII: The Girl in the Mirror, Part 7

John Smithers, sitting at the kitchen table, glancing at his wife's butt as she poured him coffee while wearing nothing but an apron and high heels, said offhandedly, "Who made that ...

... snowman?"

"I did." Tami was standing in the living room, naked as always, sipping coffee from her old "Miss Brat" mug and looking out the big bay window.

He grunted, looking back at his paper. "You are amazing, Tami . . . I'll bet you came in pretty fast afterwards."

"I sure did."

Tami took another sip. On this quiet Saturday morning, Christmas Eve, the snow had melted off the street and was quickly melting off their front lawn. The sun was out, and the reflections off the remaining snow played over her breasts, her tummy, her legs. She knew that anyone passing by could see her nakedness through the window. But right now the streets were deserted.

Tami closed her eyes. I made a real ass of myself at that party last night. She imagined how she must have looked to Charlene's father. Stark naked, Christmas tree ornaments tied to her nipples, lipsticked words on her tummy, tinsel in her hair . . . and squatting on the floor, her pussy wide open, bouncing up and down, shouting, drunk . . .She shook her head.

She counted the ways in which she had been cruelly and shamefully exposed to people at the college. All of that suddenly didn't seem so bad. All that had been stuff she was forced into. But this, this was different. And now she felt a new and more intense kind of shame.

She had never particularly wanted to stay in her home town after graduating high school. In fact, college was her ticket out of here. Now it looked like her bridges have been burned. How ...