I’ve been asked by the young lady in this story to write and post this, as she has read my previous stories.

And she thinks that I might be able to write better than she would.

It is written solely from her point of view.

One thing that may be a bit unusual is that I appear in Sue’s story as someone she meets.

If you are looking for a story with lots of sex all the way through, I would suggest you not read on.

As this is more an account of a young lady’s true story of how she found freedom and confidence with her body.

Both Sue and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1 How it started.

Hi. I’m Sue, I’m 23, and I am 5’ tall, a petite UK size 6 to 8. With brown hair down to the small of my back, which is normally kept in a plat. I’m told I am attractive, but I consider myself somewhat as a plain Jane.  I live in the southwest of the UK. With, up unit last year, my extremely strict and conservative parents.

Because of this it was expected and required that, with the obvious exception of bathing, conservative clothes were always worn.

And that very little was shown, with skirts or dresses below the knee and high neck lines on tops.

Even trousers and jeans cold not be tight for fear of showing shape or form.

Now during the winter months this was not a problem as I am someone who likes to keep warm, but on the odd occasion when we have a summer, I do find it uncomfortable and restricting.

Even when going for a swim or to the beach with friends I would be in the biggest swimsuit that my mother could find that fitted.

My move out of the parent’s happened due to two reasons; the first was down to the sad passing of my much-loved gran who left me a sizeable amount in her will.

The second event was a huge argument I had with my mother over me getting in a bit late, i.e., 10 minutes, from seeing my boyfriend.

She was accusing me of being a slut! I mean, Me, a slut? Get real!

Now I’m not a virgin, my boyfriend and I have had sex (Not on the night of the argument I might add) but there’s a long way between fumbling around a couple of times in the back of a car in the dark and being a slut.

That night, as the argument rumbled on, I went up to my room, packed a few things and stormed out and went to crash on a friend’s sofa, where I ended up staying for about a week. 

Within that week a couple of things happened.

Firstly. Just to put icing on the cake, my boyfriend dumped me!

It seems that my moving out changed the dynamics of our relationship that did not seem to suit.

I think he felt safe with both of us living at home with our parents.

And the second thing was Anne, my best friend since school, suggesting that I should get a place of my own.

This appealed to me as I could get away from sleeping on her sofa and have somewhere to call home without the oppressive atmosphere.

My luck started to turn, as the very first place I looked at, I fell in love with, it was vacant, and had the option to buy if I wanted.

Also, I could move in immediately.

Which was not going to take long as all I had was what I stood up in plus a small suitcase.

My new home was a detached 1-bedroom bungalow with a drive which was big enough to park my little car.

Nice size rooms throughout and had a lovely rear garden that was surrounded by a 6’ high wall which cut out any wind and made it a bit of a sun trap.

I thought when I first saw the garden that I would enjoy many sunny days out there.

My new home was in a quiet cul-de-sac which suited me, as I wasn’t one for going out and the likes.

I was so keen to move in I ended up moving into an empty house with no more than a couple of garden chairs and a sun loungers I found in the shed, and a sleeping bag.

I am lucky with my work that I can take time off as and when I want.

So, after I moved, I took two weeks to get things sorted.

By the end of the first week, which I might add was glorious weather.

I’d sorted the furniture, and even managed to decorate most of the rooms.

On the Friday, the cooker and washing machine were delivered and fitted.

On this particular day, once the delivery men had gone, I decided that I would catch up on washing some clothes.

So, I grabbed my clothes from the bedroom and chucked them all in.

As I said, I had next to no clothes. 

I then looked at what I had on and thought I would put that in too. with the exception of my long t shirt.

So off came my jeans, panties and undone my bra and pulled it out from under my shirt.

After set the washing machine going, I stood back, hands on hips, feeling pleased with myself that I’d managed to work it out.

After a while it hit me.

I had just put all the clothes I had in the machine, and I only had the shirt I had on to wear until these things were dry.

I cursed myself for being so stupid and tried the door which as you will know, won’t open after the thing has started. 

I then started to panic as in all my life I had never worn just a t shirt.

Even in bed I wore PJ bottoms, vest top bra and panties.

I started looking nervously around thinking “What if someone will see me like this?”

I then stopped, and said out loud, “Hello? Earth calling Sue. There is no one here.

You can wear what you want. This is your place.”

The feeling of only wearing this shirt was strange but after a short time I started to like it.

And decided I would do this again.

After an hour or so I’d become accustomed to my attire and went about my chores until I noticed the washing was done. I grabbed it and headed out to the washing line to hang it out.

It wasn’t until I put the laundry basket on the floor that remembered my state of undress, “Oh my god!”

I repeated over and over as I ran back into the house.

I then looked back out into the garden and panicked as now all my clothes were outside.

Again, it started to sink in that it was safe.

Not only did my garden wall stop the wind it also made my garden totally secluded.

I then went back out very cautiously and after a while getting use to this, I started to hang the washing.

As I did this, I started to enjoy the feeling of the cool air around my body and thought, “I could get use to this.”

The rest of the day was spent working on the house and after my evening meal I decided to have a shower then watch TV, which I did, again breaking new ground by wearing only a towel as the t shirt was a little grubby from the days toil to put on after getting myself clean.

At bedtime, I again remembered that all of my clothes, including my PJ’s were still out on the line so I had no choice but to go to bed in the nude.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought that I really enjoyed having my own place and the freedom that it brings and I also decided to forgo PJ’s from now on as the feeling of the soft sheets next to my naked skin was again, something I could get used to.

Early the next morning I woke to a beautiful sunny day, I decided to take a day off the housework and relax in the garden.

I got up, dressed, if just putting a t shirt on can be classed as dressing.

After breakfast I went to check on the washing to find it still a little damp, so I got the sun lounger from the shed and set it up, then went back in to grab a drink, my book, and some spray on sunscreen.

Once back outdoors I sprayed my legs, arms, and face so I would not burn.

Not long after I started reading, I starting to feel warm which I put down to my t shirt being black.

 wicked thought then came to me, “Why don’t I take it off?

Don’t be ridiculous Sue.

You can’t do that!”

Then a smile came across my face, “Why not?

This is my place, it’s totally private, no one will know.”

I then thought for a while and I said, “To hell with it.”

I then grabbed the hem of my shirt and whipped it off in one go.

I lay there in stunned silence, “What the hell are you doing Sue?”

Again, as if I had not checked the garden enough, I gave it the once over again.

After a while I applied the spray and sat there taking in that I was now OUTSIDE and NUDE.

For the first time I was able to see my body in natural light and not just by a dingy bathroom light.

My skin was blemish free and pale (Something today might put right).

My breasts were an A cup with I think nice little nipples my tummy was flat which leads on down to my pussy which even with my conservative upbringing I keep shaved.

And always have.

Ever since I was 12 years old when I walked in on my mother as she was having a shower.

I saw her pussy, which had more hair than I thought possible.

Which I thought looked horrid and vowed to never let mine get in such a state.

I became a bit obsessive about getting rid of all body hair and would religiously give it the once over with a razor every day in the shower along with arm pits and legs.

Basically, anything below the neck got the razor treatment.

I lay there really enjoying my newfound freedom I then realised that I’d not eaten anything for breakfast, so I got up to get something to eat and while I did, I checked the washing and found it was dry so grabbed it and took it into my bedroom and dumped it on my bed.

Then, still nude, I went to the kitchen to sort a drink which I took back to the garden.

Then at about 09:30 my phone rang, it was Anne, my friend asking if I was up to much and if not, did I want to go shopping for some new clothes, as she knew I needed some.

I told her that I would like to go, so she said she was on her way and hung up.

“Shit! Anne only lived 5 minutes away, so I’d better get my ass in gear.”

I jumped up and went to the bedroom and searched through my clothes and found they needed ironing except for my favourite skirt, so I quickly put it on.

This skirt I loved, I bought it some time ago while out with friends, and on getting home put on to show my mum.

She hit the roof saying that it was far too short.

So that was it, never to be worn again.

Until now that is.

The thing is, it is not short, not by the standards say Anne goes by.

Her skirts normally hoover around the mid-thigh, whereas this one was 3” above the knee at the most.

I then sorted through the rest of my stuff and picked out a bra and panties that I put to one side to put on then I found a white vest top that I wanted to wear but as I said it needed an iron, so I got the iron and ironing board out and started to iron.

No sooner that I’d finished there was a knock at the front door. “Shit, that was quick Anne”.

So, I slipped on my top and headed for the front door.

As I started to open it I said, “Bloody hell Anne, you didn’t hang arou…..”

It was not Anne! “Oh, I’m sorry I was expecting someone else”.

“Anne by any chance?” said a man with a big smile on his face.

“I’m James” he said, as he reached out and shook my hand.

He then pointed at the house next door and said, “I live just there, and I thought I would come say hello and welcome you to the area.”

“Ok, um, thanks. Sorry, I…”

“Look” he interrupted, “I can see you’re busy.

I’ll let you get on.

But, if you should need any help with anything, give me a shout”.

As he said this he started to step back and head off.

“Ok, thanks, I will.”

Now he was stood back a little I was able to see him better.

He stood about 6’ seemed to have kept himself in shape, he had short hair and a lovely smile.

And I put him as being in his fifties.

I was about to start asking more about him when I heard a car pull up with a toot of its horn and Anne called “Hurry up, we got nice clothes to buy for you!” 

James then said, “I’ll let you get on. See you later.”

And as he turned and walked down the drive, turned to Anne and said, “Hi Anne”.

Which confused her no end and she replied with a nervous “Hi?”

She then turned to me and said, “Come on, shake a leg.”

So, I grabbed my purse and keys, slipped on my sandals, and hopped into her car.

We then drove off.

As we did, she said with a smile, “Wow, look at you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed so sexy” “Sexy. Me, sexy? I don’t think so.”

“Are you serious? Look at you sexy mid-thigh mini skirt and..”

“Excuse me! It is not mid-thigh.”

I looked down and realised that with getting in the car my skirt had ridden up a little.

“It’s only cuz I’m sat down that’s made it ride up a bit.”

“Well that maybe so but what’s your excuse for the vest top and no bra?”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

Anne, turn around, we have to go back, I forgot to put underwear on.

I was ironing my top and was going to finish dressing but there was a knock on the door, I thought it was you so chucked the top on….

Oh my god! James saw me like this, what must he think?”

“No underwear. You’re saying you’ve got no knickers on?”

I covered my face and said, “Anne, please, we have to go home.

I can’t go into town like this.”

“Man up woman! You’re going.

No one will know.

I can keep a secret.”

Knowing I was fighting a losing battle I slumped down in the seat and folded my arms.

“Anyway, who was the hot bloke you were speaking too. And how does he know my name?

I then explained the interrupted ironing story again and by the time I’d finished we had arrived at the park and ride.

Anne looked across at me and I think she could tell that I was less than comfortable with my state of dress. She then put her hand on my arm and said, “You’ll be fine Sue. No one will know.”

“It’s OK for you. This is the first time I’m wearing this skirt in public and, you’re not the one going around half naked!” I replied.

“Right” she snapped.

She then took me by surprise by leaning forward and reaching up her back, unclipped and removed her bra from under her top.

Which I thought very brave as although both our top were white vest tops, hers was much more sheer and if you looked hard enough, I’m sure you could make out her nipples.

“Happy now?” she asked.

I didn’t reply as I was shocked by what she’d done.

I think she took this silence the wrong way and said, “OK. Fine”

She then lifted her bum up, reached under her skirt and whipped off her panties. “Oh my god Anne.

What are you doing?”

I hissed at her as I nervously looked around to see if anyone was looking.

“What?” she said as she stuffed her underwear under her seat.

“If you can do it, so can I.”

She then slapped my thigh with the back of her hand, “Come on, the bus is about to leave.”

We then headed off towards the bus which I’m sure was about to pull away until the driver saw us running. Which I might add was a strange but not unpleasant feeling as my unrestrained boobs moved under my shirt.

I’m sure that every male on the bus was looking at us as we got on the bus.

Once we found a seat Anne leaned over and whispered, “That felt funny, running with no bra.”

“Yeah, quite nice though.”

This got a shocked look from Anne “Susanna Jane Smith I do not believe you just said that!

Who are you?

What have you done with my normal conservative friend?”

I smiled, “I’m still here.

Wearing this, or should I say, not wearing was, as I told you a mistake.

As for the conservative thing, that is my mother’s doing.

I plan to get some nice clothes that don’t make me look like a granny.

And it’s a real pain with literally nothing to wear every time I put the washing machine on.” 

I then went on to tell her about the incident which she found very funny and was also intrigued with the sunbathing side of it saying that she may well join me some time.

This last statement worried me a little, as apart from the bathroom thing with mother I have not seen anyone nude before.

Not even my ex.

And now my best friend is on about nude sunbathing.

At this point I think it’s as good as any to pause and describe her.

Anne is very similar in build to me in as much as she tells me she is a UK size 8.

She’s about 5’5” tall and her boobs are about a B cup.

I think she pick up on my thoughtful look and said as she nudged me, “Oi, I’m only talking about catching a few rays in your back garden.

I’m not interested in your lady garden.

I’m no lezzer.”

She then burst out laughing.

The lesbian thing never even occurred to me.

“Oh god no Anne, I didn’t think that.

It’s just I’ve never been around anyone naked before.”

“Really? Never? Not even your ex?”

“Nope”

“Well don’t worry, you won’t even know I’m there.”

At this point the bus pulled up at our stop, we got off, and as we headed off up the street she whispered, “Doesn’t it feel funny without knicks?”

“Yeah, not that bad though.

Might do this again.

How about you?”

I replied with a non-committable “Yeah.”

But I thought to myself that the more we walked the more I began to enjoy the feeling and knowing that people walking past did not know that the only thing between them and my naked bum was the thin material of my skirt.

We went from shop to shop for a while getting normal stuff like t shirts, shorts, trousers, and even a what I considered a tiny white bikini.

We then came to this particular shop, with some very nice stuff.

Anne was making suggestions as to what I should get.

It got to the point with my constant doubt as in, would it fit, would it suit etc. etc. that she said, “Right, Grab these.”

As she handed me about 4 dresses and a couple of tops and skirts.

“Come on” she commanded as she headed off towards the changing rooms.

But instead of as I expected for her to wait while I changed, she followed me into the cubical.

“What?” she said when I gave her a puzzled look.

“We’re the same size and I want to try them on too.”

I started by trying the tops on and Anne picked a black dress to try.

When she stripped, I looked at her body and saw she had nice perky boobs like mine all be it a size bigger. Her nipples were again the same size as mine, but mine stuck out a little more.

I also noticed she had a pierced bellybutton which is something I wouldn’t mind.

But most of all I noticed that she had a hairy pussy.

Not as bad as my mother’s, it was trimmed short, and it looked like she shaved around the lips.

Before now, it never occurred to me how women kept their pussies, but it was strange seeing hair there on Anne.

When Anne saw the first top, I had on she said, “Nice, try it with this skirt.”

Which was a pleated mini that was even shorter than the ones that Anne normally wears.

I hesitated and she told me to hurry up.

So, I dropped my skirt and took the mini skirt from her.

“Yet another surprise you have for me Susanna” she said with a commanding tone.

“What?” I said feeling a little worried.

“How long have you been shaving?”

“Always. I can’t stand body hair.

Ever since I saw my mother’s.

It looked like Chewbacca’s right arm.”

This had us both roaring with laughter to the point where tears were rolling down our cheeks.

Anne then said, “Well you’ve got me thinking now.

I’ve often thought about doing it but never did bite the bullet.

I hope you don’t think mine is like his arm.”

As she lifted the hem of the dress.

“I do keep it trimmed and shave below.

Not too bad, is it?”

Now here was a turn up for the books.

I now had Anne asking me if she looked OK.

“No, no, it’s OK.

Not how I would keep it but it’s up to you.”

“One thing I did notice was your piercing. Did it hurt?”

“Not much” as she showed me.

“I’ve been toying with the idea to have more.”

“More, where, in your ears?”

“No, not sure yet. Maybe my nips of clit hood”

I was shocked. “Ouch. I don’t know if I could do that.”

But the more I thought about it the more it intrigued me.

We decided which items we wanted.

Anne decided on a black dress and a top, and I picked an electric blue very short dress, white button up strappy sun dress that was mid-thigh in length, a couple of vest tops and I was also told to buy the very short skirt I tried on.

We then exited the changing room and Anne asked me what else I needed.

I told her I needed underwear, so we headed to that department.

I picked a couple of bras with her help.

They were a little more revealing and sexier than I’d normally go for, but I was still comfortable with them. I then started to pick some knickers out when Anne came over and said, “Oh no you don’t.

You are not buying those Bridgette Jones’s

We did not spend all that time picking dresses and skirts for you to ruin them by having the VPL from hell showing through.”

Being somewhat confused by what she said, she explained the wardrobe malfunction that is VPL. Something that again, never occurred to me before today.

 She then went along the display and picked out some boy shorts and thongs and said, “Here. Get these.” “OK, OK I get the boy short ones but these? I can’t wear these.

My bum would be hanging out.”

“And it’s not now?”

Argument lost, I added them to the basket.

Anne then made me jump by grabbing my arm and said, “Shoes! You need shoes.

But not here, I know a better shop.”

After paying we headed down the street and into a shoe shop.

This shop was a little bit old school, with loads of attendants kicking around being very keen to help.

After looking around and picking out a couple of shoes each, we sat down and started to try them on.

An assistant, a young lad about 18 came over and asked if he could help us.

He seemed shy but still had to do his job.

We both said yes, and he then knelt to help me with the buckle.

After moving my foot from side to side to see how it looked.

I then asked to try the other.

I then noticed her seemed to be fumbling and I looked at his face which was bright red and he seemed to be really trying to concentrate on what he was doing.

I thought, “Aww bless.

Here he is, painfully shy and having to serve two girls.”

Once he’d finished, he looked up at me so I gave him a big smile which I hoped would let him know that I understood, and it was OK.

I then looked at the second pair in the same way.

I then looked up at him to thank him and I noticed him looking at my legs.

I thought it sweet that he was looking at them as I do think my legs are one of my better features.

Once he’d finished Anne asked questions and he shuffled over in front of her and did the same.

He then sat back on his heeled once he’d done Anne’s shoe up and again, I noticed again, that his face coloured up as she was looking at the shoe.

Oh my god!! It then dawned on me.

He wasn’t looking at my legs.

Oh my god!

I was flashing my pussy at him!

And to top it all, I gave him a big smile.

So now I expect he thinks I’ve done deliberately!

And judging by his red face he’s getting the same treat from Anne.

I then wondered; do I tell Anne?

I decided against it as she might kick off and call the poor chap a pervert, and end up costing him his job, all because we’re not wearing knickers and we’re a bit forgetful.

I decided to tell her later over a coffee.

It then started to dawn on me that, I’m not offended, or outraged that he looked up my skirt.

In fact, I liked it.

Really?

What the hell?

What’s wrong with me?

Did I really enjoy it?

I then heard myself say to the assistant, “Could I try that one?” 

Pointing at the shoe he’s just help Anne take off.

“Sure” he said as he shuffled back to me.

Then lifted my foot up a little higher than needed and watched him as he put the shoe on.

I could see that he had his head down as if he was looking at what he was doing but discovered that the reason he was fumbling was he was actually looking up my skirt.

I then made to get something from my bag and in doing so allowed my knees to drift apart ever so slightly. At this I saw his eyes widen so I was sure he had a perfect view.

I couldn’t believe this; I was getting off on this lad seeing my pussy.

“I’m sorry we’re being a pain,”

This snapped him out of his trance, and he looked up with a worried look on his face.

I smiled at him, and he returned a nervous smile back and said in a shaky voice that it wasn’t a problem.

I thought it best that I finished my flashing for now before Anne twigs on to what I am doing.

We decided on what shoes to get, paid, and left telling the lad that we’d see him soon.

On the way out of the shop I told Anne that we needed a coffee to which she agreed.

“He was very helpful in that shoe shop, wasn’t he?”

Anne said as we sat drinking our coffee in Starbucks.

I replied in a matter-of-fact tone, “I’m not surprised.

With you flashing him everything you’ve got.”

Anne said in a loud stern voice, “What?”

Which made everyone in the café stop and look.

She then hissed at me as she leaned forward, “What do you mean flashing?”

I thought I would wind her up a little.

“You must have been flashing him on purpose.

I mean.

You must have realised that with him kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you wearing that skirt he was going to see.

Surely?”

“No.

Not at all.

Are you sure he saw?”

She said still with a shocked look on her face.

“Hell yeah girl!

Didn’t you see his face turn red and how much he was fumbling?” 

“Well yeah.”

“I noticed him looking up your skirt when he was helping you.”

“But I put that down to having to help two girls and him being shy.……. Oh my god Sue!

He must have seen your fanny too… Hold on.

You asked him to help you again after you said you saw him look.

You knew.

Tell me you did not flash him on purpose.

You did, didn’t you?”

“Not at first.

But after I seen him looking at you, I thought I’d give it a go.”

“You little tart” she said as she started to laugh.

“How did it feel?” 

“Strange, naughty, exciting? I don’t know really.”

“Would you do it again?”

“I might do.”

As we continued to drink our coffee, we compared notes on the looks we were getting and how we felt about the sans underwear day.

I told Anne that I wasn’t getting that many looks as I think my top didn’t make it obvious.

But I did notice the number of men looking at her.

She confirmed that she too had noticed the looks which at first, she was a bit self-conscious about but then, not only got used to it but started to enjoy it.

As for the knickerless thing.

She felt both naughty and sexy and, also enjoyed it because everything felt cool and fresh and not hot and sweaty like it normally would after a hard day’s shopping.

I told her I agreed and said that I may well be doing it again.

“And the flashing?”

I replied with a smile, “Like I said, I might.”

Our coffees drunk, we decided to call it a day, we gathered up the multitude of bags and headed to the bus stop.

On getting there we joined a long cue and when the bus arrived, we filed in.

On getting on we found the only seats left were the inward facing one just behind the driver.

We dumped the bags in the stowage area and sat.

I was miles away when my phone went.

It was a text from Anne.

Which I thought strange.

It said, “Watch the nice-looking bloke across from us.”

Somewhat confused I looked at her, she gave me one of those wide-eyed looks that told me to do as I was told.

I casually looked.

And sure enough, he was nice looking.

I acted as if I was looking out the window behind him but kept an eye on him.

As you would expect he was casually giving both of us the once over.

And then all of a sudden, I saw his eyes widen and after he check to see if she was looking, they were lock in the direction of Anne’s legs, I slowly looked in her direction and saw she was acting like she was playing with her phone, and I also saw that her knees were about 5”.

Which obviously was showing her pussy to him.

My phone bleeped, “Is he looking?”

“Is he ever. He’s not blinked yet.”

“Your turn.”

She then Dropped her hand with her phone to her lap and pulled her knees slowly together.

I then looked back out of the window and allowed my knees to drift apart.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that our voyeur had a bit of a crest fallen look as Anne moved her knees together, but kept his eyes locked in the hope of seeing more.

My knees must have been apart for about 30 seconds before he quickly glanced across.

His eyes again widened, I then had to quickly look out the window as he checked to see if I’d seen him look.

Like Anne I kept my knees apart by about 5” for some time.

My phone bleeped and on checking the text said, “His tongue is hanging out.”

The bus journey was over all too soon, and on getting back to the park and ride, we quickly grabbed our bags, and headed to the car.

Once in the car we burst out laughing and told each other what we saw.

Anne told me that she thought what we did was rude, but exciting, but wasn’t sure she could do it again.

I told her much the same but kept to myself that yes, it was exciting but also enjoyable and there was a strong possibility that I may well do it again.

 It was about 14:30 when Anne dropped me off at home so I decided that after I dump my shopping bags in my bedroom, I would grab a late lunch before heading back out to the garden.

I thought I would split the story into parts as it is quite a long one.

Let me know if you'd like to read more