All of my writing is fiction and the product of my imagination.
This is a continuation of "Some Changes in Cassidy," and it would help to read that one first, but it isn't totally necessary.
All characters who need to be are over eighteen years of age.
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Flashing and being seen were new excitements Cassidy had found for her life...and she wanted it to continue.
Plus, there were those special times with Newt. Very special times.
And there was what lay ahead, the "what" now unknown.
She was ready to explore that "what."
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Cass had an idea for her solo day, and it was something she'd never have thought of, let alone considered doing just a few short months ago. She hoped she could pull it off. It was actually a lengthened repeat of her first flashing experiment. Even on that short adventure, she'd had a man show up, but after she'd closed her coat. She'd been surprised at her reaction to the men coming toward her; relief at first that she was covered, followed by an unexpected disappointment at not having been seen.
She and Mikaela had performed for amateur night at the Sisters of Jezebel strip club, but being exposed outside and in public was different and inherently exciting. At the club, you were expected to be exposed; in public, you weren't, and that was the source of the exhilaration. The anticipation would have her heart pounding--what would happen, and her reaction to the unknown was why she did it.
Tomorrow, the four of them would get together to plan, the final result totally unknown as of now. Cass and Mikaela would be working with Newt and Mikaela's boyfriend, Caleb, and couldn't imagine how that might work out. The lady's stint at the strip club had been unknown to the men who had certainly enjoyed watching the video the next day. A mini-repeat performance in Cass's living room had everyone anticipating more.
Cass found their camera--she'd be using it today instead of her cellphone. She was ready for today. It had been a rainy day when she'd been topless the first time, and her raincoat had looked very normal. Today it was much cooler, and the raincoat would be replaced by a stylish autumn coat that would provide coverage with the same ease of exposure. The question of the day was what would be the extent of that exposure?
Finally ready, Cassidy went to her bedroom to dress...or undress for her day. She pulled off the T-shirt she'd worn for breakfast, her breasts now bare. They'd stay that way, except for the coat. She debated after she'd pulled off the sweatpants. But she didn't need to decide yet; she could check things out when she parked the car and make her final decision then. She plugged in the charging cable, deciding to let the camera charge while she ate lunch.
Her phone buzzed.
Have you done it yet
A text from Newt.
Eating lunch and then going
Will I have something to see
That's the plan
She received a "thumbs up" reply to her last message.
Whatever he would be able to see, she knew it would have its effect, and he would have something special planned for bedtime. Her recent transformation from prude-hood to whatever she had become had been accompanied by new sexual experiences that she'd found to be exhilarating and satisfying. Newt had found that to be true as well, and it had encouraged him to search for new and titillating things to explore. She wondered how much more there was.
Cass remembered how she'd felt that first time, her heart pounding, and the strange feelings that had invaded her body. It seemed like today should be different--she was an old hand at showing off her body now. But showing in public was still different, and the original nervousness had returned.
As she thought about it, even the nervousness was exciting. Like anticipating a special present or a party. Your body tingled as the adrenaline rushed through it, and that feeling was a close second to the actual happening. She loved it.
Cass was topless under the coat but had decided on a modest thong, if a thong could be called modest, covered by a pair of yellow shorts. She could pull the latter two items off after she'd parked the car. With her tuna and crackers gone, it was time to head downtown. She stuffed a small black mask into the pocket of her coat. If photos were to be taken, she could face the camera...and smile.
When she went through the door into the garage--the unheated garage--the chill she felt surprised her. In simple words, it was cold for spring--nearly summer.. She wondered if the light coat she'd picked was warm enough, then chuckled to herself. If the coat was left behind in the car--not likely--or carried over her arm, warmth wasn't an issue.
She climbed into the car, raised the garage door, and was on her way.
To what, she wondered.
Once downtown, she pulled onto the street where she'd been just weeks ago. There were more cars parked there now, probably due to the time of day. Finding a parking place wasn't a problem though; she picked a spot near the end of the short street close to the warehouse. She could see that there were several ledges where she could locate the camera. Now for the big decision.
Cass decided to compromise. The shorts would come off, and she'd keep the thong. She wondered what the city laws were concerning public nudity, but it was too late to worry about that now. She pulled up the coat, and the shorts were off. She was ready.
The knock on her window nearly brought a heart attack. She looked and saw the uniform. She hadn't done anything yet--what could he want? She lowered the window.
"Sorry to startle you, ma'am," he said apologetically, his eyes drawn to her shapely legs, most of which were in view. He pointed to a sign a few feet from the car. "You have just a little over an hour before there's no parking on this street."
Cass relaxed.
"Thanks so much, but I'll be gone before that."
"Sorry again, and have a great day." The officer saluted and headed back toward the main street.
Cass took a deep breath and let it out. "Hell of a start," she said, her heart still pounding, and wondered what else might be in store for her day. She didn't want to waste time, so she turned on the camera, jumped out of the car, and went quickly to the warehouse, propping the camera on the ledge. She carefully adjusted where it was pointed, turned on the video, and returned to the car.
Her coat was off--holy shit, it was cold--she gave a quick wave to the camera, deciding she'd carry the coat over her arm. She paused for a moment, then grabbed the mask from the coat pocket and tossed the coat into the car. Turning, she began her walk.
She was walking away from the camera and was determined not to look back. If someone followed her, they'd see her legs and butt. If someone was walking toward her, they'd see her tits with their hard but shriveled nipples. And they'd see lots of goosebumps and a shivering body. She wished she'd waited a couple of days, but it was too late for shoulda woulda coulda.
So far, no excitement, but she had another decision to make. She was approaching the end of the street and had to decide how far to go before she turned around. Surprised to find no one there when she reached what she knew was a busy thoroughfare, she touched the sidewalk with her toe and headed back toward the car, more concerned now with getting warm than being seen.
Cass was about halfway back when she saw the door open, and a well-dressed couple emerge. Actually, she was focused on the warm-looking coat the lady was wearing. One more step and she saw the man's eyes open wide. He elbowed the woman, and Cass knew she'd been seen. She heard the standard question.
"Are you okay?" the woman asked, a concerned look on her face.
"Just cold," Cass replied.
"That must mean you're doing this on purpose." She looked at the man. "Go ahead; I know what you're thinking."
"Only partly," he said, looking directly at Cass's breasts. "Goosebumps are sexy as hell, and you've got plenty of them, whoever you are."
She wasn't about to tell him who she was, but his words were warming her inside, if not outside. But what was the deal with the lady?
"Go ahead, make an ass of yourself gawking at her tits," she said, "and I know you wish that was me."