Nude In Public
Another short story I co-wrote with Ai. This time it features 25 year old Donna and her first ever nude in public moment....where she eventually encounters the police. Read on to see what happens.
The sun dipped low over the Gold Coast, painting the sky in hues of coral and gold. Donna, a 25-year-old fitness buff with a messy blonde ponytail, pounded the boardwalk with steady strides. Her running gear clung to her sweat-slicked skin, muscles flexing with each step. She loved this time of day—the salty breeze, the rhythm of her breath, the freedom of the run. But today, a wild impulse sparked in her chest. She’d always been curious about shedding her inhibitions, about feeling truly unburdened. Why not now?
She slowed to a stop near a quiet stretch of the boardwalk, heart racing—not just from the jog. Glancing around, she saw only a few distant figures: an older couple strolling, a guy with a surfboard, a woman walking her dog. The moment felt right. With a quick, nervous laugh, Donna peeled off her sports top, yoga pants, and sneakers, tossing them into a neat pile behind a bench. Her skin prickled in the open air, bare under the fading light. She stood tall, her toned body glowing in the sunset, and took a deep breath. This was it—her first time nude in public.
She started walking, not running now, savoring the sensation. The boardwalk’s wooden slats were warm under her feet. A young couple passed by, their eyes widening. “Good on ya, love!” the guy called, grinning, while his girlfriend giggled and gave a thumbs-up. Donna’s cheeks flushed, but she smiled back, emboldened. She kept jogging, her bare feet pounding the wooden boardwalk in time, her ample breasts swaying in rhythm with her feet. It felt good to be nude. Why didn't she do this before, she wondered?. An older man with a fishing rod shook his head, muttering, “Bloody ridiculous,” but kept walking. A group of teenage girls snapped photos, whispering excitedly. “You’re iconic!” one shouted, and Donna laughed, her confidence growing.
Further along, a woman with a pram pursed her lips. “Have some decency!” she snapped, shielding her toddler’s eyes. Donna’s stomach twisted, but she kept her chin up, striding forward. A surfer dude whistled playfully. “Living the dream, mate!” he said, and she shot him a wink. The mix of reactions—admiration, judgement, amusement—felt like a current running through her, electric and alive.
But as she looped back, the crowd swelled, whispers turning to stares. Then, a sharp shout cut through: “Oi! Stop right there!” Two police officers stormed toward her, faces hard. “Public nudity’s illegal!” the male officer barked, his partner reaching for a radio. Donna’s stomach lurched. Her clothes were too far, the crowd too thick. Adrenaline spiked, and her eyes locked on a sandy path veering into the dunes.
She sprinted, bare feet pounding wood, then sand, as Donna and her bare butt dove into the twilight. “Get back here!” the male officer roared, boots thumping behind her. Donna’s legs burned, her fitness-honed speed her only edge. She weaved through towering dune grasses, heart hammering, the officers’ shouts echoing closer. A flashlight beam sliced the dark, grazing her shoulder. She ducked low, scrambling behind a dune, breath ragged. The cops’ radios crackled, their steps faltering as she melted into the shadows.
Minutes later, trembling but free, Donna retrieved her clothes and slipped them on, vanishing into the night. Back in her apartment, she flicked on the TV, nerves still electric. A news bulletin blared: “Mystery Woman’s Daring Nude Dash Shocks Gold Coast!” Blurry footage showed her silhouette sprinting against the sunset, unidentifiable. “Police pursued the unknown woman, but she evaded capture,” the reporter said, voice tinged with awe. “Authorities are seeking witnesses.” Donna’s lips twitched into a defiant smirk. She’d outrun the law, left the world buzzing, and kept her wild secret—her heart still racing with the thrill of the chase. She swore she would do it all again soon...
Donna doesn't have a "models page", but she does have a members only gallery that you can view HERE
Just to be abundantly clear....none of these "women" exist in real life. They are 100% computer generated by Ai. All the Ai "models" are generated to represent "women" who are over 18 years of age.
Down the bottom are two projects that I might do in the future. The first one reminds me of Tiffani, while the second one might be done for next week with 18 year old Julie doing yoga.
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