“Oh fuck”
She realized she never unpacked any of her towels. Or clothes for that matter, but let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.
Dripping wet and completely naked, Anna treks out into her living room and starts opening up boxes. She find one filled with kitchenware, one filled with Knick knacks. Nothing to dry off or even cover herself with. She turns to go look in the other room when another horrible realization dawns on her.
Three actually:
She must have left the entrance to her apartment open in her haste to get into the shower
Not used to the layout of her new home, she just turned and exited through said door and is now in the hallway
She is still very much nude and slippy.
This slippyness coupled with the shock of finding herself naked in the hall caused her to slip and fall down the stairs.
She didn’t hit any stairs on the way down, it was more of an accidental, not very graceful nude leap straight to the bottom, landing on her bottom.
“Gah!”
“Hey do you hear something?”
And now she hears multiple footsteps very quickly coming downstairs toward her.
“Fuuuuuck this”
Cradling her breasts with one arm and covering her crotch with the other hand, she runs down the hall of the floor she finds herself on.
Nobody seems to be in the hall luckily, but those concerned footsteps are approaching. She finds a janitors closet that’s conveniently ajar, barges into it and shuts it behind her, pressing her naked butt against it as if that would serve better than any lock.
“Maybe I’ll just live here instead.”
Anna pulls the string on the tungsten light and searches around frantically. There’s no convenient spare janitor’s jumpsuit, no convenient towels, only two inconvenient rags about the size of an average hand towel.
Anna holds the rags in her hands and sighs.
“These will cover something at least…”
She presses her ear against the door and hears motion. The sound of a door opening and some footsteps.
“-sure you won’t take a tip?”
“No no, it’s my job”
“Alright thanks again, the toilet was acting up all week.”
Door closes, footsteps approach.
Anna’s inner detective takes no time to put together that is the maintenance guy approaching this very closet.
Indecision causes Anna to panic when the door opens, and throw one of the hand towels in the maintenance guy’s face.
“The hell-?!”
Anna runs past him, squishing the remaining towel to her tits. Once the moment of intensity passes, maintenance guy takes the towel off his face and gets a good look at Anna’s ass jiggling as she runs away, and a good look at her face as she turns to run up the stairs.
“Fuck fuck fuck”
Expecting to return to her open apartment, Anna finds a man and a woman standing around her closed apartment. The man looks embarrassed and looks to the ceiling, the woman lets out a laugh before covering her mouth.
Anna, still clutching the small towel to her chest with both hands, closes her legs together, and then covers her pussy with one hand.
The woman breaks the awkward silence.
“So you’re the one who moved in here huh?”
“Uh yeah.”
The woman holds out her hand to shake
“I’m Val, this is Chris…”
“Anna…”
Anna continues to cover herself. Val takes back her hand and lets out another laugh.
“Right, sorry.”
“No I’m sorry. Uh….can you just give me a sec to pop in and get some clothes on?”
“Welllllll we heard a noise and saw your open door, so we sorta didn’t know what to do and closed it….”
Chris, still looking at the ceiling decides to chime in.
“But uh, if you talk to Joe he’ll be able to open it up for you”
“Joe?”
“Yeah, the maintenance guy”
Now it’s Anna’s turn to let out an awkward laugh.
Val smiles. “What?”
Anna, having nothing to her name but ratty old hand towel and a laugh that she can’t quite explain, turns and presses her butt against the wall, hands stating firmly put.
Finished laughing, she looks over at her new neighbors.
“I kinda attacked Joe”
Both Val and Chris look at Anna now.
“What?”
“He almost walked in on me and I threw a towel at him”
“So that’s why the naked-ness?”
“No not MY towel, it was like this one”
Anna lifts up the small hand towel to innocently demonstrate your point. Chris’ eyes are back due north, Val gives herself a look at Anna’s now very hard nipples.
Anna quickly realizes her mistake and covers back up.
“Oh shit!” She laughs again and Val joins in. Anna crosses her legs, as if to say “I’m here now I guess, might as well be comfy and cover my pussy as much as I can”
Chris is clearly feeling too awkward for this.
“I’m uh gonna head back up, see if I have something you can put on”
“Oh great you’re my hero!”
Anna doubts Chris even heard as he darts upstairs so quickly. Val laughs at this.
“He doesn’t like checking out other women around me. He won’t even tell me his celebrity crushes”
“Aw that’s kinda sweet…”
“Hey why don’t you just come up with me? Chris takes forever to find shit, and knowing him is probably taking like 3 stress shots of bourbon right now”
Anna looks down at her naked body, tits squished behind a dirty hand rag, pussy covered only by her crossed leg.
Not much shame left to hide. At least she’s among new friends right?
“Fuck it, sure”
“Alright, me first since my ass is covered”
Anna laughs despite being a little over making light of the situation, and wanting it to be over already.
As Anna follows Val up the stairs Val’s mind is at work problem-solving.
“So if Joe is off the table for reasons of nude assault, maybe we can grab Chris’s old movie pass and slide it into the lock. The landlord doesn’t tell you this but that’s really easy here. We sprung for another lock at Home Depot.”
“Good to know, good to know…”
Anna walks by an open hall window and shivers as the night breeze caresses her shivering butt cheeks.
Finally Val leads her into her and Chris’s apartment, much more furnished and lacking cardboard boxes than Anna’s. Everything about Val is more clothed than Anna she thinks to herself like some kind of shitty writer.
The apartment is warmly lit by some cute little lamps, with some lavender candles on the coffee table providing some additional light and a pleasant atmosphere.
Snapping out of IKEA appreciation mode, Anna reverts to naked survivalist mode and looks for anything she might be able to cover up with. Nary a blanket, rug, or even another hand towel in sight.
Chris walks out of the kitchen as he downs a shot of bourbon, which is spat back up upon seeing Anna.
Chris darts back into the kitchen.
“Sorry sorry!
Val calls back to him “We both saw them already babe!”
Anna can’t help but feel objectified by having another woman give her boyfriend permission to look at her tits.
“So where’s clothes or towel or even some tasteful fig leaves at this point?”
“Well towels and a lot of our clothes are in the dryer down in the basement right now, but let’s get you a toga situation and head down there to grab you something.”
Well at least it’ll be something.
A bed that is a nude as Anna, no sheets to be found. Must be in the wash too. Val digs through the closet and comes back with a miraculous white sheet.
Anna carelessly drops both hands to her sides in relief as she grabs the sheet, her tits agreeing with a jiggle from the sudden release.
“Finally”
“Now you should know-”
Anna wraps the sheet around herself as quickly as she can, only to find that it’s a lot smaller than she thought. Barely touching itself around the other side of herself, barely touching her nipples or covering her half of her butt
“-that is our spare pillow case”
“Of course it is….”
“But the dryer should be finishing up soon so I can just go downstairs for you, tell Chris to go see about getting that door open, you just take a beat, help yourself to a drink, don’t worry about dress code or anything in here, and I’ll come back to you with all the clothes in the world.”
“A drink sounds great”
Val smiles and starts heading out.
“And you’ve earned it, to be continued”
Val leaves and Anna waits to hear her and Chris leave before sighing and letting her modesty pillow case fall to the floor. Looking at it in its limp and tiny state makes Anna wonder how that ever looked like the answer to her nudity.
Finally able to walk around without covering her bits, Anna saunters over to the kitchen where she pours herself some of that fabled bourbon. She downs a good glug of it and lets herself sit on the couch, legs aspread.
Anna thinks that under another circumstance, sitting naked in this lovely home would be a welcome departure from her usual evening, finishing up work at her laptop, some random rerun on her TV, modesty preserved.
She then wondered about nudist lifestyles, which led to her thinking “so do they just sit wherever, or do they have to lay down a towel or….?”
Anna gingerly stands up off her nice new neighbors’ lovey white couch with her bare ass and brings her drink over to the window.
She takes in the view and takes in the booze.
Followed by the door becoming slightly ajar and a male voice calling out.
“Hey uh are you decent…ish?”
Anna jumps and would’ve spilled her drink if it wasn’t mostly gone. She suddenly feels vulnerable again with one of her hands full and neither hand protecting her modesty.
“Just a sec!”
She quickly downs the rest of her drink and runs back to the bedroom. She grabs the pillow case, this time opting to hold it close to her front so at least she only looks like a naked fuck up from behind.
“I’m decent…ish”
Chris walks in slowly, head turned as far away from the nude woman who is not his girlfriend as he can, as if her flesh is made of the same material as the sun (anyone here seen Upstream Color?)
Anna has a lightbulb moment.
“You didn’t happen to find my nasty pre shower clothes in there, did you?”
“Oh uh, I didn’t think it would be cool to go in there without uh…”
“Right. Uh thanks but also…”
Chris jumps at the opportunity to point direction in the direction he’s been averting his gaze to, and makes for the exit.