I love summer vacation. My parents went to work from the very morning and for the whole day, and I stayed alone at home. The whole three-room apartment was at my complete disposal. I do not know how the others, but I love to walk around the house naked, it turns me on incredibly. True, over time, walking naked around the apartment became quite familiar to me, and I even forgot a couple of times that I don’t have a thread, and in the evening I ran to open the door to my parents returning from work, and only at the last moment at the door itself, electrocuted, I rushed back to my room for a bathrobe ...

I was getting older, and I wanted more, with all my heart I was eager to drive! God, just think about what I was doing then ... My nakedness was getting cramped in the apartment, and I thought of going to the window, getting my feet on the window sill and admiring the courtyard from the air vents. True, I then lived on the fifth floor, and did it only after dark, my body was barely noticeable, if at all noticeable. A couple of times it turned me on nicely, but I soon realized that this way of self-expression became something like a past stage, and I had to move on.

In my house, on the staircases, the light often disappeared in the evening. I remember how to be dizzy I was overwhelmed by the thought that I would go out naked on the stairs and begin to descend. The first time I decided to do it in the late autumn evening. Then I opened the front door to listen to whether someone was in the doorway, and I was immediately overwhelmed by the November chill, but then it didn’t stop me at all, but on the contrary, I even more excited when I felt a touch of coolness on my naked body. Then on me were only thin socks. I opened the door and entered the darkness of the night entrance. At that moment my cheeks burned madly and I felt dizzy, and I liked it. Then I went quite a bit - to the opposite door of the neighbors, and dancing quickly returned to her. I did this almost every evening, and each time I was on the staircase longer and longer, and to be honest - I almost did not feel the cold, my body was hot as a burning log, my pussy literally throbbed, and I can swear that in the background cold entrance, I felt like it comes from light barely noticeable steam.

Shoe slippers, I decided to go down the dark stairs. At first I went down to the fourth floor, it seemed to me that someone was just about to come out and catch me because of the doors, it was the awareness of the danger I liked the most. Once I went down to the second floor where mailboxes were hanging, then it was another “record” for me, I blissfully danced for a minute, reveling in my impunity, when suddenly I heard a noise from the upper floors. Up there, one of the neighbors closed the door behind him and began to descend rapidly downwards. I was very frightened then, the way home was cut off, the thought flashed through my head to rush through this person and dive into my apartment, “It's dark, no one will know me ...”, fortunately, I then managed to understand that was a very stupid idea. And I ran down. At the entrance we had then two entrance doors, one outside with a spring, and the other inside and always open, so I decided to hide behind that door. I remember how much I pressed against the wall, and squeezed the door to me with all my strength, if only a passing man suspected nothing. Not even having time to hold my breath, I heard that the person coming down was already here below, he quickly rushed past me, hiding behind the door, kicked the outer door and went out into the street. It was a salvation! I was not noticed! At that moment for me it was a huge injection of adrenaline into the blood.After this incident, until the next summer I did not make a single attempt to pop up naked into the porch, it seemed to me subconsciously that the man was following me, he allegedly knew that I was in the porch, and this thought made me uneasy.

My house was literally on the edge of the city, then there were fields and small plantations. Once upon a time, my friends and parents made real campaigns with sausages roasting on the fire, and towards the very end squealed in horror from the horror stories of Uncle Bory, my father's friend. And now, some time after the story with the entrance, I started to think that when it was warm, I would definitely go to the forest plantation, be completely free of clothes and walk among the trees, walking barefoot on the lush grass, then go to the wheat field and the spikelets will caress my bare legs. And when it gets dark, I will descend into the gully, where there has always been a small lake, and I will definitely swim there. These thoughts did not let me sleep for many more nights in a row. Dreaming about the upcoming adventure, I could massage my excited pussy for so long that my hand was literally numb from fatigue.

The next summer, without telling anyone anything, I headed out of town. I was wearing only one light sundress covered with small white peas. I was free from the overlapping underwear, and the light street breeze now and then penetrated under my sundress and tickled my pussy. I was in love with my body, I liked to feel how my long silky hair caress my back, I liked to feel how my nipples swell with excitement. In the evenings, I adored pulling my pussy, at first she became hot and hard, then she seemed like a peach to sleep - she emitted warm juice, which I carefully collected in my palm, and then I could lick for a long time, smearing it over my lips.

And then, an hour later, I got to the place I needed. I left the path and headed deep into the forest planting, it seemed to me that if I walked 50-60 meters from the nearest path, I could leave my clothes without any fear. So it happened, it was quiet and deserted around, I threw off my sundress and left my sandals next to it. A sense of freedom enveloped my thoughts, I walked completely naked, making my way through the green thickets, and stumbled upon a tiny clearing, I ran there and danced, reveling in my nakedness. Then I decided to go to the path. Fearing not to meet anyone, I at first walked carefully, listening to any rustle, but soon I realized that people are extremely rare here, began to walk relatively calmly and freely. I don’t know how many kilometers I walked, but I didn’t care, I didn’t feel tired.

Ahead voices were heard, I jumped into the thicket with lightning speed, and I saw three young men walking along the path that I walked just a couple of seconds ago. They were tall and athletic, dressed in striped T-shirts, I even imagined for a second that I was with me if I, a fragile girl, were in their strong male hands, the thought of it simultaneously aroused and frightened me.

When the danger was over, I went out onto the path again and for some time tried to peer and listen to the direction where those men went, but as soon as I turned around and wanted to continue on my way, I literally was dumbfounded, there was a girl in ten steps to me. She looked like she was 20-22 years old, and we were practically the same age. She stood rooted to the spot, she wore short shorts and a T-shirt, and in her hand she held a bag of dense cellophane. You should have seen her face, although I can imagine what my face was at that moment, my cheeks lit up so much that it even hurt me. I don’t know how long we stared at each other until I realized that this path was the only one here and I like a fool blocking the girl’s only way, but she probably took me for an abnormal way and was afraid to even move.In order to somehow defuse the situation, I just turned around and ran into the depths of the undergrowth.

After such an unexpected meeting, I stopped risking the day to go on the path, and already moved only through the thickets. But such a road quickly tired, and I decided to wait for the sunset and even then get out of this landing and go to the lake ....