A New Start

This was not the first time Joshua had seen my naked tits. What did that mean?

I had been riding the mechanical bull at the country western bar. My leather top had been snagged in the rope, the zipper pulled down, and my top was pulled from me. The whole bar saw my DD tits exposed as I rode the bull.

I had been oblivious.

"What do you mean?" I shouted at Joshua.

He didn't respond. Joshua just sat at the bar smiling, sipping his beer, and his blue eyes focused on me. I knew I was red. My face, my chest, my whole body burned.

What felt like days of waiting. "Well. I have a very expensive telescope..." Joshua yelled back in my ear. Trying to be louder than the bar music.

I sat back. My hand covered my mouth that was agape with fear.

"No!" I stated as I shook my head side to side.

Joshua stood up from his stool, his whole body was pressed against me as he leaned over to my ear, and stated, "Yes. But only I have seen you. I didn't tell anyone else." Before returning to his stool with a smile.

I'm not sure if it was the alcohol. But I started laughing like a crazy idiot. Joshua's brothers slowly joined us. Trying to not stare at my tits. But joining in the conversation. I took a few more shots and felt a lot more at ease about the situation.

"Well, that is what I talked about. Or kinda. Now all the locals will be chasing after you!" Brad yelled in my ear.

"Yeah. That was not the plan." I yelled back in his ear as he laughed.

I picked up three more shots and drank them down without any problem.

"You might want to slow down. Don't you have to drive Maya to the port in the morning?" Brad asked.

"Yeah. But too late. I'm so drunk I won't be able to." I yelled back.

"Okay. I can drive her. Just make sure she is ready. No later than 5 am!" Brad yelled back in my ear.

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was past midnight. How the fuck would she be ready by 5 am? It was a 4-hour drive. I guessed she would likely just sleep the whole way.

Another hour went by, and Maya walked over. She was covered in sweat and her thighs were red from gripping the bull. "I think we should head home. At least get a few hours of sleep." Maya yelled.

"Yeah. I'm too dunk. Brad volunteered to drive us to the port. I will go with you guys and then he will drive us back!" I sloppily explained as Maya nodded.

The bartender lined up three more shots for me as I stood up. The blonde hunks all watched as I gulped them all down. I gave them all a few hugs, bid them goodnight, and we left out the door.

Joshua followed me out and volunteered to drive me home. He had ridden with his brother so he wouldn't be leaving a vehicle behind. I crawled in the passenger seat as Joshua drove.

"So how much of me have you seen?" I drunkenly asked.

Without looking shy or turning red. "Everything." Joshua responded.

I unzipped my leather top and exposed my naked tits. "So, these?" I asked as I shook them side to side.

"Yep. Those as well as your pussy and ass. You are super-hot by the way." Joshua laughed as he tried to watch the road. My exposed tits kept pulling his eyes from the road.

I zipped up the leather top and undid my tiny jean shorts that Maya altered. They were no bigger than a bikini bottom. I wiggled them down to my knees, I crawled up on the passenger seat, I pointed my pussy and ass at Joshua. "So, you've seen my pussy too? But not this close?" I asked again in my drunken state.

Without braking Joshua turned into my dirt road. I banged around in the passenger seat as I had not been wearing my seatbelt. "Yeah. I have seen it. But not this clear and not this close." Joshua stated as he reached his hand out to my ass.

His tough but soft hand landed on my right butt cheek. His thumb slid down the lips of my pussy and tapped my little butthole with the tip of his finger. "You are very wet." Joshua laughed.

Realizing what we were doing I sat up, pulled my shorts up, and tried to regain a bit of my composure. "That's nothing. I absolutely gush when I run naked. That is my fetish. My favorite thing. Running, streaking, nude outdoors. Whatever it's called. It's my thing." I explained while in my drunken state.

"Yeah. I have seen you run, ride ATVs, and sit on your porch eating in the nude. Then there is the working out in front of your television. That may be my most favorite thing." Joshua explained before we climbed out of the SUV with a huge smile. I had not realized my windows that faced his ranch would let me be seen from that far away.

Maya and Brad pulled into the ranch in their trucks. Joshua had his arm around my waist. A firm hold of my jean shorts as he held me upright. My feet weren't working well, my balance was not working well, and I was drunk.

Inside, I slumped on the couch as Maya handed me a glass of water. Brad would sleep over in one of the many spare bedrooms, Maya would use one as well, and then in the morning we would all carpool across the mountains to the port. Brad wanted to do some shopping on the west side before coming back home.

I couldn't walk now. The alcohol had made me a slug. Brad threw me over his shoulder and went to carry me up the stairs. The very tight and short jeans went straight up my butt. Maya smacked my cheeks playfully as we ascended the stairs.

A quick flop on my bed and I was asleep in seconds. Drunken dreams are always very odd. In these dreams I was naked in a field of fruits and veggies. Joshua, John, Justin, and Jared were all holding veggies in their hands. Discussing their size, texture, and nutritional value. Once they had finished describing them, they would each take turns handing them to me.

I was naked, sitting on the dirt, my legs spread and my pussy on full display. I would take the veggies and ram them up my pussy while I described what it felt like to get fucked in front of them by the veggies.

They all stood around studying me, my form, and my nudity. The last thing I remember was the biggest blonde man of them all. He walked up with an odd set of metal pliers in his hand. "This slut needs an ear tag. Like all the other animals on the farm. That way if she wanders into another ranch. They will know she belongs to us." The booming voice stated.

I told you. Drunken dreams are the weirdest.

I woke up to a noise and found I was nude. In my bed, on top of the covers, and fully exposed. No socks, no shorts, no boots, and no top. I felt around. At least Maya wasn't in my bed with me. But who stripped me?

I was barely able to get up and walk to my bathroom. I needed water. I also pulled on some yoga shorts and a top. They didn't hide much but at least I wasn't naked. When I flopped back on the bed, I could hear Brad or Maya milling around. Maybe packing clothes? Who knew.

5 am was here quickly. Brad shook me away, telling me to get dressed, and handed me a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I had not recovered from the hangover but got dressed as quickly as possible. I hobbled to the truck eating a granola bar.

But instead of taking the truck. Brad wanted to take my SUV. His excuse was "better gas mileage." But whatever.

Maya was already laying in the backseat, propped up against her luggage and sleeping. Brad had a pillow for me in the front passenger seat. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. 10 minutes before we pulled into the port, Brad woke us both up. We smoothed out our clothes and hair before we parked.

Maya was yawning, scrambling around to get her bags all set, and we hugged before she walked off to board the giant ship. She still had an hour to wait but at least she was early.

Brad wanted to hit a couple of tack shops, tool stores, and some other things. I wanted food first. We found a very nice vegan sandwich shop before heading to the tack shop. Leather has the most amazing smell. Or at least I think so.

There were saddles, boots, coats, straps, and so much more hanging from the walls. Boxes and boxes of shiny buckles and leather goods I could not describe. Brad purchased $2k worth of new leather goods before we moved onto the tool store. Again. So many hand tools, power tools, and stuff. He purchased another $2k worth of small battery-operated power tools "For the ranch." He stated. Boys and their toys.

The last stop was clothes. A large western shop. But a bit different than what I was used to. It was run by a bunch of Hispanic men and women. I admired the dresses. So much lace, so much shiny stuff, and tight. So very tight.

A woman asked me about getting measured for some custom jeans. I was excited. I had no idea custom made jeans were a thing. We went in the back, and she snaked a measuring tape around my waist, stomach, hips, thighs, ankles, and everything in between. I ordered 4 pairs. One of every color. The last instructions were "Make them skintight." The woman smiled and nodded.

Brad had purchased some new boots but also had a few surprises in store. He had two very large brown boxes taped closed. But he had a funny smile on his face as we left.

I still had not recovered and asked to ride in the passenger seat. Brad did not mind as I reclined the seat as far back as I could and drifted off to sleep. 4 hours flew by, and I woke up freezing cold. Shivering, I looked down to find I was topless in the passenger seat as we were speeding down the highway.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled.

"Hey. Don't look at me. You kept taking off a layer every few minutes. I am sure the truck driver I passed got a really good look. And I'm not complaining either." Brad stated laughing a bit.

Was he right? Did I keep taking my clothes off when I slept? 4 hours on the highway, tits out for all to see? Shit.

I scrambled for my yoga top and T-shirt before we pulled off the highway and towards my ranch. Blushing the whole way. "Nex time. Can you please stop me from stripping naked in public?" I asked. Half joking.

"Nope. That's not in my ability." Brad laughed as he walked to his truck carrying his items.

He stacked the two large boxes on the porch. Confused I asked about them. "Oh. They are some dresses I thought you may like." Brad stated before smiling and walking off. Once to his truck he started it up and left. Nothing else to say.

He bought me two dresses.

I ran inside to try them on. One was a huge, frilly, and very formal country style. Definitely not my style. But I wonder if it was for some type of country theme wedding. The other was a lot more modern. Tight, slim, and short. I had seen a few women wearing them at the line dancing night. It had a floral pattern made up of cream-colored flower petals with pink and red highlights. It had a built-in bra or straps that were tied in the back. When I tied them, they held the boobs in and secure. Very little chance they would pop out again. Even if I was riding a bull.

I was very hungry, and it was getting dark. I made a salad and sat naked on the porch. I was a little hesitant knowing what Joshua had said. "I have a very powerful telescope."

My thoughts. "Fuck it."

I stripped off my new dress and walked nude to the porch. I laid back enjoying the last minutes of warm sun on my body as I ate. I knew there was no way Joshua could be watching me 24/7. But could he?

It was well over a mile from my front door to theirs. With just the naked eye you could see a dot. A dot was all that a person was from that distance. But he had said he had seen my boobs, butt, and pussy. Just not that clear. I wondered if I was blurry.

While sitting there butt naked, eating, and pondering how visible I was. The sun had set, and it was time to run. I pulled on my shoes and socks while on the porch. Making sure to point my naked butt towards Joshua. Just in case he was looking. Then started my run.

I knew I would not have a peeping Tom for the next 9 nights to interrupt my runs. I ran north to the last edge of my property before turning back and running south. At the last telephone pole with my cameras, I turned back and headed for home.

I thought my run would be fun, easy, and invigorating. Nope. I was tired. I was exhausted. Dancing, bull riding, and the alcohol had made me struggle through this run. Several times I tripped, stubbed a toy, and nearly fell on my face. The road was perfectly flat without any issues.

The issue was me. I could barely pick up my toes, I was so tired. The funniest part was the ending. I had made it to my house. Or 100 yards from it. So, I slowed down to walk, stretch my arms overhead, and breathe. I fell flat. Flat on my face. I had not yet hit the gravel parking area, so I fell on the light dust road. Covered in sweat the light tan dirt stuck to me.

I even got a bit in my mouth. I rolled over to sit up, still trying to breathe, and spit the nasty dirt from my mouth. Looking down I saw I was coated. Not sexy beach sand like Sports Illustrated models. No. I looked like roadkill thrown in the ditch.

The only sexy part was my gushing pussy. My legs were wet, the tan dirt was darker brown showing how excited I was as it dripped down my thighs. Why? Why did I like this?

I walked to the porch, retrieved a chair, and put it in the dirt. I knew the security camera I installed would record me. Just barely on the edge.

I began to masturbate. The dusty tan dirt making my pussy feel like sandpaper as I rubbed. My chest was covered in dirt, dark spots still clung to my sweat, I was enjoying the sight. I reached down with my left hand and scraped up a handful of the dirt. I lifted it over my tits and slowly let it fall.

The slight breeze caught the dust as it fell. But the majority landed on my tits, stomach, pussy, and thighs as I leaned back in the chair. "I was literally a dirty girl." I thought as I laughed.

It took only a few more seconds before I orgasmed. It was a good one too. I could not remember how many days it had been since I had my last orgasm. I drug the chair back to the porch, turned on the water, and stood in my garden. The dust clinging to my body was easily washed off. The majority had now gone from the ice-cold water and I returned to my house.

A quick snack, protein shake, and a hot shower made me feel better. My feet and legs were not as sore as they had been a month ago. But I was still tired. I climbed in bed and was asleep in seconds.

No odd dreams tonight and I felt better on Sunday then I had all day on Saturday. My alarm had been set for 9am so I could load up all my tools, cameras, and set off for Maya's place. A bit of breakfast and I was off. A 2-hour drive felt like it only took minutes. I was going over in my head how much fun this would be to set up the hidden cameras. A little payback on Maya.

It was easy to get into the garage, park, lock the doors, and get up to her apartment with all of my tools. There was a large handcart in the garage and using the elevator really made it easy. I looked around for a ladder and had to carry it up the stairs to her apartment. I made sure to bring a spool of black wire to run the power longer distances as necessary.

It took only 4 hours, but I had 3 cameras set up for viewing the majority of her tiny temporary apartment. All secured in hidden boxes. Then 3 more cameras tucked away in the ceiling hidden among the duct work. I could not cover the whole huge area. But mostly the places I thought she may use. Honestly, she could have a basketball court, bowling lane, roller skating rink, and more as there was so much room. It would take 20 or more cameras to be set up to cover it all. Most of the area was storage anyways, cabinets, sinks, old pipe, piles of debris, etc. No need to record all of that.

I made sure they would record the spots I thought she would use most. Bathroom, shower, living room, kitchen. The living areas. I set it up to her WiFi and router. Not tough at all. Then I sat down at her small computer desk. She had a nice set up. A huge 45-inch 8k monitor and two smaller ones off to the side. A few cameras with microphones, headset, and speakers. It looked like she even had two very nice gaming computers set up.

I looked around the desk and pulled open a few drawers. I found a post it note with a list of words scribbled out. Could they be passwords? The last one was "DancingSlut69!"

I started her computer and logged in. Who leaves their password on a piece of paper in a drawer? How lame.

I made sure to cover her computer cameras with electrical tape. I didn't know if she would be alerted to me activating her computer. Or if she had the ability to log on and see through her cameras. I saw her most recent documents. Mostly boring stuff.

When I worked in an office around men. I heard IT talk about how they would name pictures and videos random things like "Dog running" or "1234" for names of files. They did this to hide naked pictures of women, porn they shared, or stupid things. I went to the search icon and began running similar searches. Nothing found.

Then the last thing I checked was for the most recent downloads. Jack pot!

But not really Jack pot!

It was me. Naked in bed, me topless in bed, videos of me doing naked yoga, naked Pilates, naked stretches, and topless bull riding. Then there was me naked in my bed from the previous night after riding the bull. Topless me with Maya posing next to me with us both in jeans. Then topless me in the SUV from yesterday as we drove down the highway.

Brad! He had taken some pictures of me while I was topless, asleep, and in the SUV. It was only the two of us. He shared them with Maya. Had Maya been stripping me in my sleep, taking pictures, and keeping them?

I was fuming. It was a good thing I was here getting revenge.

I tried looking up her recent internet activity. But it had all been wiped clean before she left for her trip. No bookmarks and no cookies. I dug through her desk and found some receipts. $100-$500 in purchases. Odd names of businesses.

I pulled out my phone and found they were for "adult toys, clothing, and such." Discreet adult shopping as their product names were redacted or numbers were used. I could only imagine buying a "King Dong dildo, nipple clamps, or butt plug" and having it say that on the receipt.

The last search was for her other pictures. She had lots of selfies and pictures of her adventures. Lots of cruises, beaches, hiking, and horseback riding trips. Then pictures with friends at the bar. Dancing, riding the mechanical bull, and more.

I logged on to my phone and made sure one camera looked directly at her computer. With zooming in I could easily see the screen and read even the smallest text. When she returned home, I could watch her and record her computer use. She would not be able to hide anything from me next time she left on a trip.

I dug through her boxes. The closet, the hallway, even under the bed. She had not unpacked since moving in here, so it took me a while. No adult toys or paraphernalia found. She must have a really good hiding spot. I couldn't find them. One receipt I found was from 1 month ago. Did she use them and trash them?

I packed up all my tools and loaded the SUV. I wanted to leave and get home early. I would have a few hours of daylight left if I left right now. But I would not have this opportunity again anytime soon.

I had previously looked around the property and made sure all the exterior doors were secure. It was now or never. In the garage I stripped off my clothes and laid them on the driver's seat of my SUV. The garage was much colder than I thought it would be on my naked body. The concrete, the steel, and the slight breeze. I kept my boots on for safety. I didn't want to step on a nail or broken glass as I walked.

I knew there was almost zero percent chance I would be seen. No one was here, no one was working, and the owner was out of town. So, I took my time, walking, sneaking, and checking out every square inch of the building. All while naked. My nipples were hard as diamonds.