A Loli's ENF Adventure/Emma/Modern Earth/Strip At Home
Stripping here in her house and then sneaking through the building, that seemed like the safest way to test the waters for Emma. With her mind made up she rinsed out her bowl and went to prepare.
A few minutes later and Emma was standing before her front door, not a scrap of clothing on her body but her white sneakers and a pair of pink ankle socks. Despite her best efforts her legs were feeling weak and her heart was pounding in her chest. She'd never been naked anywhere other than the bathroom and her bedroom before, and only her mother had seen her naked. Now here she was, about to step out into the halls of her building bare as could be except her feet where anyone could see her.
The 11 year old took a deep breath, calming her nerves enough to grab the handle and open the front door just enough to poke her head out in the hallway. Seeing the coast was clear she opened the door fully and cautiously stepped out into the hall, pulling the door shut behind her. Once she heard the soft click of the lock she took a quick, shallow breath. There was a potted plant on a small table next to the door where they kept a spare key, but with the door locked she would have to spend time carefully lifting the plant to get the key and unlock the door, and if she was in a rush then that was time she could be caught by whoever she was trying to hide from.
The apartment complex, while very high end, was pretty straight forward in layout, a single large tower in the shape of a rectangle with a single hallway wrapping around it. The first 15 floors each had 19 rooms, five along the front and back, three on one side and two on the other separated by the elevators, and finally four in the center of the floor. The Duval residence was right in the middle of the front side of the building. Also on these floors are a seating area across from the elevators and a laundry room against the opposite side of the center residencies. The top five floors had fewer yet much more spacious apartments with builtin laundry facilities and the ground floor held the rest of the complex's facilities/amenities.
Emma stood there a moment, her heartbeat sounding in her ears as she frantically looked down both ends of the hallway and kept her ears open for even the faintest sound. She knew all of the other occupants of this floor. Many where single adults or married couples, all of whom should be at their jobs by now, but there were also a few families that would still be home, including one rather antisocial teenage boy who came and went at odd hours. She couldn't fathom what it would be like if any of them stepped outside and saw her, but she knew that just standing there wouldn't decrease her chances of being seen.
Slowly she turned to her left and started walking down the hall towards the elevators, arms stiff at her sides and ears strained for any noise. It was almost unbearable for the young girl, knowing that at any moment one of the doors she's passing could swing open and she would have no excuse for walking the halls nude. She could try and act casual like nothing was wrong, but her blushing cheeks would give her away in an instant. She could always run for it, but then she'd have to choose between dashing around the corner to escape their sight at the cost of putting more distance between herself and her house, or returning to her door and heading inside where she would be safe at the expense of not being able to shield herself.
Before she knew it Emma had reach the end of the hallway and peered around the corner while pressed up against the wall. So far so good, the black haired girl approached the sitting area facing the elevators, her heart rising in her throat as she got closer. At any moment the elevators could ding as someone arrived and she would have to run like hell for cover. By the time she reached the set up of chairs and tables she was so nervous she had to sit down on the first couch she saw. Emma sat down in the middle of the couch to try and calm herself only to look up and discover she was directly in line with one of the elevators.
Her efforts to calm down failed as she thought of just how vulnerable she was and she instinctively moved her arms to cover her chest and pussy, only to be surprised with a dampness between her legs. Pulled from her thoughts she finally realized that it wasn't just her nerves that had her on edge. No, it was also an intense thrill deep within her core, just as what she read described, filling her with excitement and stoking the flames of her arousal as she walked these familiar halls in the nude.
It was just as great as she hoped it was, only now Emma was torn. Torn between wanting to rub one out right here on this couch even though the elevator doors could open any moment and her only hope of safety was to hide behind the furniture, and with wanting even more of a thrill, to continue her very first streak and maybe even go to a different floor altogether. Although the more rational part of her brain warned her that she had no idea when her mom would come back and that she could easily continue this in the future.
Head spinning on what to choose and a heat burning between her legs, what will Emma do?