Tellmi_Moore
Planetoid
- Joined
- Sep 7, 2011
- Location
- San Francisco
Stephanie Greene tapped her bare foot impatiently, arms crossed beneath her bare breasts, taking sidelong glances at the people staring at her naked body, smiling to herself in mild amusement. Stephanie was a nudist, and she was waiting for her fiancé to go through airport security. Stephanie was in the post security area waiting for Boyd to finish getting his pat-down. Then she had to wait for him to re-lace his shoes. Stephanie had only had to drop her handbag through the ex-ray machine and head on through – they didn't even bother using the wand on her, where was she going to hide anything? One of the guards even joked that it would be an awful lot easier to move the line if everyone flew naked. She had shared a laugh about that – loving the attention.
In public she usually stood with her feet shoulder length apart, so that everyone could see her shaved, smooth mound. Right now, though, she was so exhilarated by the new experience (flying commercially while naked) and the sheer amount of people staring at her (she could feel their eyes on her like caresses) that she was now rather "excited", and so was holding her legs closer together, a little embarrassed by the glimmering wetness and hot, protruding inner labia. The embarrassment only made things more "difficult" and delicious at the same time, though, and she began biting her lower lip.
They were flying out of Miami to go back to their childhood home of Colorado. She was going to come out to Boyd's parents... and, for the first time since registering as a nudist, play in the snow. She laughed aloud at the thought. Boyd was incredibly worried about her – and was trying to get her to buy boots and earmuffs and gloves. She was touched that he was worried about her, but she was fairly certain she could handle it. She had a student who was only a part time nudist, from her women's self defence class at the naturist community, who worked at an ice-skating rink, and who let her "practise" after hours – walking across the ice, laying down on it and sitting on it, and she was pretty sure she could manage snow. Though, to alleviate his mind, she had agreed to at least buy some boots and such when they got to Colorado.
"I win at security," she teased Boyd as he came over to her in the waiting area. They had now checked their luggage and needed to wait for their boarding call now. She grabbed his arm happily – we've got about fifteen minutes till boarding, and about a half hour dickering around with boarding and the runway, then I want to try out for the mile high club," she whispered into his ear, feeling exceedingly frisky. "And you can help me put my shiny new engagement ring on, yes?"
Boyd's engagement ring to her had been a stroke of genius on his part. It was a surgical steel ring with a rather large blue diamond set in it. And it was piercing that she wore in her clitoral hood piercing. At the moment she had a glossy neon green and red plastic ring in its place – for when she went through the security metal detector. Her engagement ring was in her clutch purse which she held against Boyd's arm. "Have I told you yet today how much I love your ring, darling?" She was practically giggling with giddiness, holding his arm, walking through the airport terminal with him, naked as a jaybird, the soft short carpet under her bare feet...
In public she usually stood with her feet shoulder length apart, so that everyone could see her shaved, smooth mound. Right now, though, she was so exhilarated by the new experience (flying commercially while naked) and the sheer amount of people staring at her (she could feel their eyes on her like caresses) that she was now rather "excited", and so was holding her legs closer together, a little embarrassed by the glimmering wetness and hot, protruding inner labia. The embarrassment only made things more "difficult" and delicious at the same time, though, and she began biting her lower lip.
They were flying out of Miami to go back to their childhood home of Colorado. She was going to come out to Boyd's parents... and, for the first time since registering as a nudist, play in the snow. She laughed aloud at the thought. Boyd was incredibly worried about her – and was trying to get her to buy boots and earmuffs and gloves. She was touched that he was worried about her, but she was fairly certain she could handle it. She had a student who was only a part time nudist, from her women's self defence class at the naturist community, who worked at an ice-skating rink, and who let her "practise" after hours – walking across the ice, laying down on it and sitting on it, and she was pretty sure she could manage snow. Though, to alleviate his mind, she had agreed to at least buy some boots and such when they got to Colorado.
"I win at security," she teased Boyd as he came over to her in the waiting area. They had now checked their luggage and needed to wait for their boarding call now. She grabbed his arm happily – we've got about fifteen minutes till boarding, and about a half hour dickering around with boarding and the runway, then I want to try out for the mile high club," she whispered into his ear, feeling exceedingly frisky. "And you can help me put my shiny new engagement ring on, yes?"
Boyd's engagement ring to her had been a stroke of genius on his part. It was a surgical steel ring with a rather large blue diamond set in it. And it was piercing that she wore in her clitoral hood piercing. At the moment she had a glossy neon green and red plastic ring in its place – for when she went through the security metal detector. Her engagement ring was in her clutch purse which she held against Boyd's arm. "Have I told you yet today how much I love your ring, darling?" She was practically giggling with giddiness, holding his arm, walking through the airport terminal with him, naked as a jaybird, the soft short carpet under her bare feet...