Chapter 1

Kathleen Collins stabbed the trowel into the dirt again to get rid of another weed. She had been working on her garden for most of the afternoon and she was almost finished with what she had set out to do for the day. After evicting that weed from the bed, she stood up and walked over to the table to drink some lemonade.

“Not bad,” she said aloud to nobody as she surveyed the beds. They were shaping up nicely thanks to her many hours of work on them. She loved gardening. She liked the way she was able to shape and form her yard to her liking. She gained a lot of satisfaction from watching things grow. And she loved being outdoors, especially on warm sunny days like this.

She wore cutoff jeans and a bikini top which showed off her shapely body. She wore this skimpy outfit to get the most benefit from the sun rather than out of vanity. In fact, nobody could see her if they wanted to. The houses were spread far enough apart that nobody could see in her yard, thanks to thigh tall privacy fence. She could work in her garden naked and no one would be any the wiser. In fact, she had toyed with that idea many times. It would be wickedly liberating to do that and she could get an all over tan. But she always chickened out at the last minute. “Maybe tomorrow,” she sighed.

Her husband had died in a car accident two years earlier and had left her with a sizable insurance settlement. Between that and the inheritance that she would someday get from her wealthy parents, she would never have to work. The twenty six year old did not live a flashy life. She wasn’t a party girl. She didn’t drive expensive cars. Instead, she filled her days tending to her gardens and doing charity work.

“I’m going to finally do it tomorrow,” she said aloud. Why not get that all over tan she always wanted, she thought.

She did her charity work the following morning and was home by eleven. She went out to the backyard to survey the gardens and plan her attack on them and then went back inside to change. A few minutes later, she reemerged as naked as the day she was born other than for a strap around her left upper arm to hold her ipod. She took a pitcher of lemonade out to the table where it would be sheltered from the sun by the umbrella. Then she gathered her tools and headed for the far back corner where she would mold that bed into renewed glory.

She worked tirelessly and listened to her favorite songs. She stopped occasionally to drink some lemonade and then went back to work. Being naked made the job even more fun than usual. She loved the feel of her full breasts swaying beneath her as she bent down and toiled in her beds. The feel of the sun on her naked flesh was wonderful. And everything seemed so wickedly exciting.

She always daydreamed while she gardened and today was no different. But instead of daydreaming about being a glamorous actress or meeting a handsome prince, she dreamed of nudist colonies and of being a stripper or a slave. It was amazing to her how simply being naked could affect her thoughts so drastically.

She paused again and went to the table for more refreshment. She looked down at her body and then craned her head to look down at her backside. She had to admit that she had a very attractive body. Her legs wee shapely and her calves were perfect, even without heels. Standing barefoot as she was, her calves and thighs were very nicely shaped. Her bottom was firm and tight but soft at the same time. She worked hard to keep her waist slender and her belly was taut with just the right amount of curve to it. And her breasts were her pride and joy. They were definitely ample. She was very satisfied with the 36C mounds that adorned her chest. And they stood proudly without even a hint of sagging. She knew that gravity would someday take over but, in the meantime, she was the proud owner of some magnificent breasts.

She went to work and started daydreaming again, this time about being a slave. She had angered her master and was being punished by being made to toil in the fields. A strong burly task master stood over her with a whip in hand, ready to lash out at her for any mistake or infraction. It sent a thrill through her body.

Tap, tap she felt on her shoulder. She reached up and brushed the bug away. Tap, tap she felt again. She turned her head and saw Marge holding a file folder. She immediately pulled her earplugs out.

“Oh my, you really are naked,” exclaimed Marge as Kathleen stood up with a look of shock on her face.

“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry Marge. I wasn’t expecting company.”

“Obviously,” smiled Marge. She looked Kathleen up and down and even with the naked girl trying to cover her private assets with her hands and arms, Marge could tell that the girl had a beautiful body. “I tried the front door and when I didn’t get an answer, I tried the back yard.”

“I’ll be right back,” said Kathleen as she turned toward the house. Marge caught her by the elbow and held her in place, though.

“Nonsense,” said Marge. “This will only take a few minutes. You left the meeting so quickly this morning that I didn’t get a chance to get your signatures on these.” She waved the file folder to identify what these were.

Marge and Kathleen were on the same committee together for the charity work. Additionally, Marge lived next door to Kathleen. That was how Kathleen first got involved with the organization. Marge led her naked neighbor to the table and sat her down at one of the chairs. Marge stood behind Kathleen and opened the folder on the table.

“Oh, Marge, I’m so embarrassed.” “I don’t know why,” replied Marge. “You are beautiful and you have nothing to be ashamed of. Plus, you were in the privacy of your own back yard. You’re allowed to be a little nudist.”

“It’s just so weird sitting here naked.”

“I don’t think so. I think it’s lovely. I’m enjoying the view.” This caused Kathleen’s face to turn crimson and once again her hands moved to cover herself.

“Stand up for me, Kat,” instructed Marge as she took Kathleen’s elbow again and helped her to her feet. “Let me get a good look at you.”

Kathleen’s face continued to glow a bright red as she stood. Marge placed her hands on the naked girl’s shoulders and turned her so she was facing Marge. Then the hands were pried away from the girl’s body and placed at her sides.

“Don’t move,” commanded Marge. Marge was five years older than Kathleen and was every bit as attractive as the younger woman. They were quite a contrast, however. Marge was six feet tall to Kat’s five feet six inches. Marge had long black hair and with a dark complexion reflecting her Mediterranean ancestry compared to Kat’s long blonde hair and fair skin.