Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Sunday, June 8 (not the actual date to protect the guilty -- me)

Hi, my readers and fans!

Something different today, reality, 'Janice IRL.'

I took today off from writing my journal entry for the 'Janice's Naked Journal' story, a kinda slow Sunday for the story anyways. I spent part of the day kinda charting where that story goes from here, and what part the characters play in the plot and twists. But today, it was mostly about research, more on that in a bit.

If you've read my bio, you sorta know I live as a full-time home nudist. I only dress when I leave home, at least most the times when I leave home. Home is a one bedroom single level condo in a neighborhood of all similar one and two bedroom units. My front door, right next to my neighbors, has a shared sidewalk out to a main walkway between our building and the next landscaped on each side. It also goes to the parking lot, my assigned space super close to my unit. The sidewalk and street are maybe thirty feet from the string of parking spots. My space is very out in the open.

Come in the front entry, the kitchen with island is the first thing you see. To the left, the dining space then the living area with fireplace, all three are one big long space, beamed ceilings, proudly mid-century. Both the dining and living areas have huge four panel sliding glass doors, a lot of glass with no blinds or coverings. They lead to a narrow covered porch along the glass doors. Off that, a little wider stone patio and all my planters, a fountain, a concrete statue of a naked woman and a huge shade tree.

All that is surrounded by a wood privacy fence, along the shared sidewalk, the main walkway and the landscaping by the parking lot. There's also a gate in the privacy fence, going out to the landscaping by the parking lot. That's all pine needles, pine cones and prickly stuff, not great for bare feet.

It's home. It's an older unit, older fence, the boards have shrunk naturally, so now there's varying space between each board. I can see shapes and colors sorta pass by through those cracks. A peeping Tom could probably see me through a wider space, his face against the fence, standing in the landscaping. It's private enough for me, I'm always naked out there too. So, I often spend days at a time totally naked, venturing as far as outside the front door to grab an Amazon package from the stoop.

Today, like every morning, I got up, made coffee, and sat out on the porch with my tablet. That's where I write, with a little tabletop patio heater running if it's chilly. With my metal mesh patio set, comfy seat cushions, it's perfect. But like I said, today I took time to start outlining more of the story.

I also took a few minutes for normal real life stuff, like placing my weekly grocery order for a late morning pickup at the Walmart. Avoiding going in that store, helps my budget, and I keep my slim figure. No temptations. My Pop Tarts are my only cheat food.

I've been reading stories on 'Lit' for many years, been writing for a couple years, and just got the courage to post. In the past three plus years, since moving in my condo, I've stepped out further than my stoop naked. On occasion, I've stepped as far as the main walkway, standing naked between mine and my neighbor's privacy fences, looking up and down the main walkway, then making a dash to my car. A late evening, or weekend morning, when traffic is light, I've went out for a short drive wearing only my car.

It's a thrill and energizes me to continue writing, bringing fantasies to life in words.

And that's where my naked research for today began. Today, I thought for the first time, I'd in 'real life' step further into experiencing what my 'fantasy life' faces every day in the story. My Walmart pickup scheduled from 11:00 to noon, just before 11:00 I grabbed my bag and stepped out of my condo totally naked. My naked research, a quick trip to Walmart, get groceries loaded in my car, then straight back. Simple, right?

Getting to the main walkway, I looked both ways. There was a couple almost at the parking lot heading to their car. I stood there and waited a minute or two before dashing out to the parking lot. A short run into the parking lot, third car on the right, I was quickly wearing my car, the little GTI I described in my story. Whether I was seen from the sidewalk along the street? I didn't hear or or even look to see anyone.

I pulled out onto the street. Taking quiet two lane backstreets, with traffic lights and stop signs, it was maybe ten minutes to the side entrance before hitting the main Boulevard the Walmart faces. At one light, a young couple at a crosswalk walking a dog while I was stopped kinda did a double-take. But they had the 'walk' light to cross, so it was in passing.

Pulling in the lot, I should've went a block further down and entered the other side of Walmart. The pick-up spaces are at the other end of the store. I had to stop at both crosswalks for people coming and going. Funny how most of them ignore people in cars as they hold up traffic. The few that looked my way, to them I appeared topless, maybe had them wonder if I was naked. A couple minutes later I was in space '8.' I put the windows down, turned off my car and called the number to let them know I was there.

I usually go earlier. I usually go wearing something, It's usually less than five minutes for my order to arrive and be loaded. But, of course, not today. I sat there as people passed right behind my car, employees with carts, the blue totes, pass by. A car to the right, another to the left, drivers waiting on orders. I looked to see who's beside me, they did the same looking at me, trying not to be obvious about it. My nipples, I think, below the window line, they would probably have to guess I was at least topless.

The car to my left had their groceries loaded, the space emptied to be filled by another car with a driver looking around. A couple minutes later the same thing with the car to my right side, to be replaced by a tall SUV driven by an older guy. He could look down into my car. No doubt he could see my entire naked body, everything, and all I could do was sit there. He really tried not too, but he kept looking at me. It takes will power to act comfortable when instinct wants you to cover up with your hands and arms. I sat on my hands.

Luckily the spaces I faced were regular shoppers, the cars empty. I learned I'm comfortable on the move. At a traffic light, that can bring a little thrill. But being parked waiting on groceries, I hadn't anticipated feeling trapped, in a very mostly exciting and scary way. I was stuck going through with my hastily put together plan.

A cute slender guy with red curly shaggy hair and blue Walmart safety vest, I'm guessing maybe twenty years old, but definitely younger than me, suddenly appeared at my open window instead of knocking on the hatch. They don't usually do that. He was getting the full close up view of my naked body, "Ahhh, oh wow. Hi. Janice Butler?" (okay, if you haven't guessed, I'm not using my real last name)

I smiled acting normal, looking directly at him, still sitting on my hands, "That's me. In the back please."

He had a grin on his face, "No substitutions or anything missing from your order this morning." They don't usually take the time to stand at your window and tell you what already shows on the app either. He went straight back, lifted the hatch and loaded everything carefully, closed it back up.

He came back around, "I put the bag with the eggs, the bag with your bread on the other side of the case of water. That'll keep them safe from damage. You're all set. Have a great day." then left. Yeah, they don't usually do that either. After more than fifteen minutes in that space, I was finally ready to leave.

I made a point of using the other side exit to leave the parking lot. No crosswalks and stopping in front of people. I'm always on edge, or maybe just focused, driving naked, but it's exciting, a fun occasional diversion I'm used too. I pull in my assigned spot at my condo aroused, with a huge feeling of accomplishment.

Thinking ahead, I checked the walkway for people before grabbing all the bags of groceries. Then peeked down the walkway again before quickly carrying the groceries to my door. Checking the main walkway again, I dashed back to my car for the huge heavy case of waters. That was a slower, can't check the walkway, can't turn back, the car is locked, walk back to my door. I don't think I was spotted, not by any residents anyways. I never know about from the street or sidewalk.

For that little trip, especially those fifteen minutes or so in that parking spot, I had a real taste of my fantasy Janice's life. I was naked in front of one guy I don't know, being seen in my car by others. I have a better feeling of what it's like, though it's still hard to describe. Maybe a combination of fear, arousal and giggling?

But also, now I wonder about those cameras they have mounted on light poles. I didn't think about them when I chose a parking spot. I noticed them while driving out. They don't really monitor all those cameras, do they?

I also found out later, my phone number shows up, along with my name on the screen when they deliver orders to the car. Later in the day, I don't answer 'Unknown Callers,' so I had a voice-mail from the young delivery guy with the curly shaggy red hair. I haven't replied, yet.

The next time I do another challenge in the name of research, it'll be something different, no doubt more exposure. I'll scope things out, plan things out better first. Amazingly, I already have that urge, so excited by today. Maybe it's more arousal, excitement and giggles than fear. But, I need to gain the courage. Fantasy Janice has a lot more courage than I do. In the meantime, I'm deciding whether to call the young Walmart guy back or not.

Okay my readers, nothing involving fast food now, yuck! But any suggestions for another little naked research adventure? Ideas anyone?

Back to my fantasy life and the story tomorrow. Thanks for reading everyone. Love my readers and fans -- Janice