Katie’s POV
My phone beeped, I was not expecting any notification at this time, so I stretched my arm to pick up the phone from the table where it was lying to check what notification had arrived on it, it was the delivery guy who had just arrived. Oh! I had even forgotten about the pizza I had just ordered some few minutes ago, maybe because it had taken longer than usual to arrive and I had even lost interest in it. You see, I am that kind of person who loses interest very fast in things, especially if they are not going my way. I got up from the chair I was lying on, put on my crocks and headed towards the elevator to get the pizza.
I was wearing nothing save for my white crocks and sunglasses because the sun was blazing outside. I knew I would turn some heads, but why not? I am beautiful, confident, and I do not mind showing my skin to the world. I am that kind of person who hates wearing clothes. I would go shopping totally nude if it was legal. However, I still spend almost all the time I am at home naked even if it earns me a few stares from my neighbors, visitors and delivery people.
Like, I do not see the need of wearing clothes to pick up something from the delivery person waiting at the apartment’s gate when it is just a few meters from my house and I will not have to get outside the gate, so it is legal. I almost left my phone. I went back to the center of the sitting room and picked up my phone and keys that were laying on the table and headed towards the door.
My house is located on the fourth floor of the apartment building, so I had to use the elevator or the stairs to come downstairs to take time and a delivery guy is already waiting for me at the gate, so I chose the elevator. I headed to the corridor where the elevator door was located, pressed the elevator button, and stood there waiting for the door to open. The elevator was on the sixth floor so I approximated the wait to be not more than thirty seconds. I hope that no woman would appear in the corridor in those thirty seconds because she would die of jealousy.
It has been long since I stepped out of my house naked, so I was a little bit nervous. The last time I stepped out naked, it did not turn out well, as I was involved in a verbal exchange with one of my neighbors who was accusing me of trying to snatch her husband. I mean, I did not choose to be born beautiful and I have not blocked anyone from going outside his or her house naked, so why channel your anger towards me? Yet I am innocent. Maybe she was angry because her husband was busy staring at my boobs all the time we rode on the elevator despite being in her presence.
However, I understood him. My boobs are worth staring at, my boobs are large, and in fact, they are too large that you can easily convince someone that I went for a cosmetic surgery to enlarge them. Despite the fact that they are large, they are also firm and with nipples pointing at the sky. No man can fail to feel the urge to touch them, especially when they are in full display as they were that day. I was even moving my chest intentionally to let them bounce.
When the elevator door opened, I stepped into the elevator and there was only one person inside the elevator, a young man in his mid-twenties who had recently moved in from another apartment. Surprise was written all over his face as he moved his eyes to focus on my boobs, just as I expected. I think he was not expecting to see a totally naked woman stepping into the elevator when it opened. I offered him a warm smile, but his gaze was fixed on my boobs the entire time that he did not realize the smile I had just offered him.
He then directed his gaze down to my private parts that were innocently resting between my legs. By now, it was not private. He then rushed his right hand to his pocket to cover the bulge that was already growing on his trouser. I stepped to the elevator, pressed the button labeled G and stood patiently waiting for the elevator to start moving down, and then a plan to have him bring his right hand out of his pocked crossed my mind.
We were in the elevator, only the two of us and this man had been aroused by watching my naked body; I wanted to estimate the size of his dick but he was using his right hand to cover his erection, his left hand was engaged as he was carrying a briefcase probably heading to work or something, so to have him bring out his right hand from his pocket, I offered him my right hand for a handshake and at first he was hesitant. He however removed his right hand from his pocket to shake my hand and the bulge in his trouser was now unobstructed.
“Hi, I am Katie,” I said, shaking his hand with my gaze fixed on his dick area.
“You must be a bad girl,” he replied with his gaze still fixed in my boobs.
“Looks like you like the melons than the lower lips.” I teased him.
“Yeah, can I touch? My fingers are itching to have a touch.” he asked.
“Not really. You are allowed to look, but you are not allowed to touch.” I replied with shaking my chest area to let the boobs bounce against my chest.
“Oh no, your actions are awakening my joystick,” he said, following the movement of my boobs.
“Hahaha, I can see you will have to pocket again or show the world that you are erect because the elevator is already down.” I told him, staring at his dick, which was still bulging outside his trouser.
“That was fast,” he exclaimed, stepping outside.
I also stepped outside and was disappointed to see the way to the gate clear. So no one was going to stare at my juicy boobs today as I head to the gate. This was probably because today is a weekday and almost all of my neighbors have gone to work. Otherwise, not all is lost as I can still earn some stare from the security guard and the delivery person who I could see waiting patiently at the gate from where I was standing; at least he is a man. I hate female delivery persons because they are always quick to judge, especially when I step up to pick up my delivery very nude like I always do. Oh! Not very nude. I always wear my crocks and sometimes my sunglasses as I have today.
I cat-walked towards the gate and immediately they had my footsteps, the delivery person and the security guard. They turned their heads to look in the direction I was coming from. The delivery person was more than surprised. The security guard was, however, not much surprised as he is used to my nude drama. Everyone who is not new to this apartment knows that I like staying nude, in my house or within the compound. I always stay nude. In fact, I only wear clothes when stepping out of the compound.