Is this love what I am feeling?

To the beach !

At dawn the next day, their excitement was palpable. After waking up in a hurry, they quickly packed their final items and called a taxi. In the lobby, they paused to scrutinize their reflections in the mirror, testing the length of their sundresses by raising their arms. Alice's dress just managed to conceal the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties, showing a bit of her buttocks that could easily pass for a thong peeking out. Clara, however, had a different experience. When she raised her arms, her dress lifted to reveal her shaved lower lips. The realization that she was about to travel in such a daring manner made her self-conscious, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and excitement. Clara tugged at the hem of her dress and adjusted her socks, inadvertently revealing her round buttocks in the process. The weight of her purse against her side also threatened to lift the hem of her sundress, adding another layer to her challenges.A part of her considered changing into something less provocative, but the sound of the taxi's horn outside signalled that it was too late for second thoughts. Besides, she wasn't about to back out. This trip was about freedom and fun, and she wasn't going to compromise that. She offered Alice, who was looking worriedly at her, a reassuring smile.

With a deep breath, Clara bent over to place her luggage in the taxi's trunk, her heart thumping in her chest. Each time they handled their luggage, their bold decision to forego undergarments was made evident. Their revealing dresses, though liberating, also left them exposed and required constant vigilance to avoid any unintentional display.

Several times, Clara contemplated changing into something more conservative. Each time, however, a supportive wink from Alice steeled her resolve. Once they registered their luggage, they were past the point of no return. They would have to commit to their decisions and embrace the challenges that came with them.

"Stop tugging at your hem," Alice instructed, struggling with her own cleavage-exposing dress. Clara took the advice to heart, trying to maintain an aura of nonchalance despite her unconventional attire.

The security checkpoint presented the next hurdle. Required to remove her shoes, Clara endeavored to maintain her modesty while bending over, though the curious glances from others indicated she wasn't entirely successful. When asked to raise her arms for the metal detector, she did her best to keep her dress from lifting too much. The exact degree of her success was unclear, but she maintained her cool, reminding herself to act as if everything was normal.

Once on the plane, Clara breathed a sigh of relief. With no luggage to hoist into the overhead compartments, she was spared a potentially embarrassing situation. The thrill of it all was more exhilarating than she'd anticipated. The adrenaline, coupled with the constant awareness of her revealing attire, had unexpectedly roused her senses. She found herself needing to visit the airplane's bathroom to freshen up, to wipe her wet pussy lips and regain some sense of normalcy amidst the wave of excitement coursing through her. Clara did her best to be discreet as she moved through the narrow aisle of the plane, acutely aware of her revealing attire.

Once back at her seat, she shared a knowing wink with Alice. Their daring attire, their shared experience, all of it had created an inexplicable bond between them.

As the airplane engines hummed steadily, Clara and Alice began to talk about their new life, with their conversation naturally gravitating towards their imminent adventure in Fuerteventura. They brainstormed about the beaches they could visit, each one with its unique allure. Alice was keen on trying out some of the secluded spots she'd read about, while Clara was drawn to the lively atmosphere of the more popular areas.

Their excitement bubbled over as they discussed shopping, imagining themselves trying on different outfits, modeling in front of full-length mirrors in classy boutiques. Clara was looking forward to finding a perfect pair of sandals, while Alice had her heart set on a large-brimmed hat to protect against the island sun.

Alice confessed a craving for authentic Spanish paella, her excitement infectious enough that Clara found herself eager to try the renowned dish. Clara then posed with an imaginary glass of red wine in hand, contemplating her first taste of alcohol with a playful grin. Alice, having had a few glasses of wine in the past, assured Clara she'd guide her through the experience.

The idea of going to a nightclub and dancing the night away came up next. The thought of them, dancing free and uninhibited, caused them both to blush. They broke into fits of giggles, realizing that they hadn't packed any bras or panties for their trip. In a moment of shared self-consciousness, both girls tugged at their dresses simultaneously, prompting a round of smiles. 

As the plane cut through the clouds, the conversation shifted towards their future plans. Alice talked about her ambitions to continue her law studies at Columbia University and the possibility of an MBA afterward. Clara, on the other hand, was less certain. She had no concrete plans and no substantial finances. However, she was drawn to the idea of working in graphic arts, an interest kindled by her mother's legacy. Clara believed that her mother, Jenny, would have been proud of her pursuing a career in art. As the gravity of their recent loss and the uncertainty of their future weighed upon them, tears welled up in their eyes. Both girls found themselves crying, their bodies pressed against each other for comfort as tears flowed freely, streaking their faces and dampening their cleavage. Their shared grief and the turbulence of their emotions provided a sobering contrast to their earlier laughter. Exhausted from the intense emotion and the long day, they decided to try to get some sleep. They asked the flight attendant for blankets, who informed them that they were stored in the overhead rack. At the prospect of standing up and reaching for the blankets, Clara felt a surge of self-consciousness. She could already imagine herself standing on her seat, arms stretched upwards, her dress lifting and revealing her bare bottom and pussy to the cabin full of passengers. The thought was thrilling, yet a part of her was relieved when the flight attendant kindly fetched two blankets for them.With the soft blankets draped over their bodies, the girls recline their seats. In this cocoon of warmth and semi-darkness, Clara found herself drifting into a peculiar dream.

In her dream, Clara saw herself walking to the airplane bathroom. Oddly, he was wearing only her sneakers and knee-length socks, her body otherwise unclothed and exposed.

When she returned to her seat, her mother was there waiting for her. She looked at Clara, her eyes shining with pride and approval, and expressed her happiness about Clara embracing the nudist lifestyle. The dream was so vivid that Clara could almost hear her mother's words of encouragement, could almost feel the warmth of her mother's love.

As Clara woke from the dream, Alice was still asleep by her side. Underneath the blanket, her dress had ridden up well above her waist, her right hand resting between her legs. In the dimly lit cabin, Clara made a bold move. Quietly, she slipped out of her dress, leaving her nude under the blanket.

Emboldened by her dream, Clara allowed her imagination to roam free. She pictured herself walking down the aisle of the plane, utterly nude except for her socks, the idea brought her both thrill and a sense of liberation. She could almost see her mother, standing at the end of the aisle with an encouraging smile, silently cheering her on.

Her daydream was interrupted when a flight attendant came by and offered her a glass of water. Clara accepted, her cheeks flushing slightly at the secret knowledge of her nudity under the blanket.

Despite the unusual circumstances, Clara felt an unprecedented sense of peace. She was comforted by the idea that her mother would have approved of her boldness, her willingness to embrace her freedom. With a contented smile playing on her lips, Clara nestled deeper into the blanket, her nude form hidden from the world, and fell back asleep.