My college girlfriend had a strong disliking for wearing clothes. She hated the feeling of restricting fabric over her body, so she never wore bras. She tried to keep her legs as free as possible, wearing the shortest shorts available. However, on the day we went to the museum she took it a little too far. She wore a top that looked somewhat like the beginnings of a dress but it was far too short to call it that. The slightest bend over and her panties were peeking out to say hello.
This girl had a fantastic ass. It was round, firm and plump – holding its shape perfectly regardless of whether it was encased in clothes or not. I used to playfully pat her rear end as a sort of inside joke as we walked up the stairs leading to the dorms. She came from an extremely conservative family and was slow to come around to exploring new sexual ideas. However, at the same time, there was no denying she was a freak in the most oxymoronic way. Those pats were just my friendly way of making fun of the fact that she desired extremely kinky and sexual things (which she openly confessed to me on a regular basis), but wasn’t quite ready to explore them. I considered myself to be pretty vanilla at the time honestly, and this was just a harmless joke.