A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week3/Naughty
By any measure Sally had always been a clumsy, oblivious, and especially unlucky adolescent, traits lovingly passed down by her mother. But even Sally, after one too many accidents had repeatedly left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, eventually came to realize something. She begrudgingly had to accept that; although it was scary to find herself half naked (or worse) in an especially compromising situation, it was a fun kind of scary.
When those unfortunate things had happened to her in the past she had only ever wanted to run or find the quickest way out of her predicament. But the young tween's most recent evenings had in fact been spent laying in bed naked with the covers pushed aside struggling to recreate the fear, the worry, the thrill she had felt while some careless mishap had managed to rob her of an article of clothing or otherwise left her feeling ashamed. The rush of panic she had felt on numerous prior occasions was one that she was literally dreaming about. But laying there naked in the safety of her room was just not giving her the same sort of rush.
Sally needed to explore this.
But how was someone supposed to do that? She never intended to lose her clothing or expose herself to anything and didn't think she'd be able to surprise herself or catch herself off guard in a way she knew that she needed in order to be thrust into such a situation. She also didn't want to get caught doing anything weird. What would her parents think of her if they found out that she liked getting naked, that it made her feel the most shameful kinds of naughty? She couldn't bear the thought of getting in trouble for that.
What she did instead was hide in a thicket of trees not far from her house and roll these thoughts around in her brain for upwards of an hour every day. She would tell her parents that she was taking a walk or going to the park and she could buy herself a little bit of time to reflect on these feelings she was having in complete solitude.
Of course, if she was really alone, then there was nothing wrong with acting out just a little. Getting naked in her room didn't have the same consequences as getting naked well away from her house.
This wasn't an all-the-time thing of course. And not all the way either. It depended on her mood, among other things. Sometimes she would merely walk around the thicket barefoot, satisfied with the leaves and twigs violating the narrow space between her toes. But when she felt compelled to explore what this all meant to her, how it really made her feel, she inevitably went much further.
Sally stripped herself bottomless on one occasion, clutching her twisted pants against her chest as she roamed between the trees, giving herself no possible hope of putting them back on in time if someone were to stumble across her in the underbrush. Thankfully no one else ever seemed to venture out there, at least not at the times she frequented her little perverted oasis, which is the only reason she felt so emboldened in the first place, but the threat still felt very real.
Other times she was far more adventurous. If she wanted a quick thrill she would step just to the edge of the woods, push her bottoms down to her ankles, lift her shirt up to her armpits, and stand there with her heart thumping heavily in her chest for as long as she could stand, the breeze sneaking between her thighs and stiffening her nipples. When she eventually dropped her shirt and lifted her pants she promptly raced deeper into the trees and out of sight, immediately telling herself how stupid that was and hoping no one saw her, only for her to dream about her wholly indecent behavior later that night.
If she knew that she wasn't expected home for some time she would gradually peel off one piece of clothing after another, folding each one neatly and setting it off to the side atop a felled tree. She would almost always take off her jacket, and sometimes her t-shirt as well, but seeing her shoes, and socks, an undershirt, and her pants, all slowly pile up one by one, as if it were all entirely innocent to take off "just one more thing", gave her the most deeply satisfying tingle and stirring waves of goosebumps. She would normally keep her panties on no matter what since losing them would break all illusion of innocence, but just once, after managing to get herself especially riled up, she briefly slipped those down her legs as well. However she could only go so far as to hold her balled up undies against the front of her pussy until she lost her nerve a few minutes later and stepped back into them.
The more time Sally spent out there the closer she got to finding herself. She was surprised just how good it felt to be bad, and she knew just how bad it was to willfully risk getting caught out there. But it was somewhere between that sense of panic and helplessness when she was naked, and the wave of relief that followed when she wasn't, that Sally's thoughts continued to return to, and was something that she was unintentionally training herself to need more and more.
After several weeks of flirting with danger and pushing limits, her longest ever streak of luck managed to run out when: