Dare To Bare 1

My name is Talia. In case you haven't read it, The Mud Suit Mash told the story of how I first realized that I have an exhibitionist kink. That was over a year before the events that I am about to relate.

I discovered my kink in a very specific, accidental set of circumstances. I was able to remain anonymous while being the only person naked at an outdoor college party. All eyes and many, many lenses were on me. Not only did I discover how incredibly sexy that feels, my friend Sandy sent me links to video of the whole episode from several different angles, so I was able to relive the experience over and over again.

Honestly, it took a few months for what happened to really sink in. Every week, Sandy would send me some new video, and I'd get myself off watching it. Eventually, I realized that re-watching that experience wasn't enough. I needed to explore my kink with new experiences.

Unfortunately, it isn't easy to find situations that combine being naked and exposed, at the centre of attention of a crowd of horny men all while preserving my anonymity. I work at a bank in a town of less than 20,000. I love my job and my community, but there's no way for me to get naked in public anywhere close to home.

Sandy is at university half-way across the country, so my summertime visit was a perfect time to be adventurous. It helps that Sandy is, herself, a sexually adventurous person. I kept myself entertained through the winter by imagining us going to the Mud Suit Mash again during my next summer visit.

A year is a really long time. I dated a couple of guys during that time, but neither relationship got to the point where I felt like I could confess my kink to them. Meanwhile, Sandy met a guy and wasn't the least bit shy about telling me details of all the great sex she was having with him.

By the following summer, I had fantasized and built my hopes up about the adventures we'd have way too much.

I arrived at Sandy's place to find that she was glued at the hip to her new guy. I knew they'd moved in together, but I'd convinced myself that our weekend would be the two of us having adventures. Sandy was clearly hoping I'd really like her new man, so the weekend was all about adventures for the three of us.

I felt like a third wheel. Worse still, the guy who hosted the Mud Suit Mash, Jeremy, had graduated and the party had left with him.

I pretended to have a good time, but I was so disappointed!

Sandy was the only friend that I could confide in about this stuff, so a couple of months later, in late August, I told her how frustrated I was.

"Jeez, Tally," she said, "it's not that complicated. Go to wet t-shirt night at Boyle's." Boyle's was a dive bar on the interstate a little ways out of town. Sandy had grown up down the street from me, so she knew all the local haunts. "Nobody'll complain if you strip completely naked there. Or go on vacation to somewhere with a nude beach. Or the state college is only an hour away, sign up to be a nude model."

We were doing a video chat. I didn't answer her. I'd thought about all of those options, but none of them turned my crank. I don't know why.

Sandy looked at me and grimaced. "I don't know. How about doing one of those European videos where you strip naked on a busy public street and walk around?"

I'd thought about that too. That was actually a lot closer to what I craved. "I don't have the cash for a trip to Europe," I said.

"Don't worry, my friend," Sandy said as we ended our call, "we'll figure something out."

It had been good just to talk about it with someone.

3 days later, Sandy called me. "I've got just the thing," she said, "but you've got to trust me."

I was desperate. I agreed to trust her.

"Promise me you won't go online and do any searches. It'll spoil the surprise."

I promised.

"This Saturday morning, you will put on your running socks and shoes. You're going to put on a running hat and running glasses. The hat and shades will be all you have to preserve your anonymity, so choose accordingly. You will put on a long, loose, plain white t-shirt and nothing else. I want you to go to the 2nd hand shop and get one that's well used. Something that will show everyone how hard your nipples are. And you need to be able to take it off over your hat and glasses, in case you choose to get naked. Got all that?"

"Sounds like I'm going for a run," I said back to her. "Maybe a naked run. Somewhere public, I'm guessing."

"Wearing only this, and with nothing else to put on tucked away in your car, you're going to drive to the following location." Sandy gave me a specific address.

It was in the middle of the state college campus. It would be the first Saturday of rush week.

"You're not going to tell me to streak across the football field during a game are you?" I imagined being tackled by security, losing my hat and glasses, and being hauled off the field naked, extremely well documented and definitely not anonymous. "I'm not going to do that, Sandy."

"You have that little magnetic key-box so you don't have to carry anything with you, right?"

"Yes."

"You have to be at that location by 1:30 on Saturday afternoon." Sandy was clearly enjoying being mysterious. "You'll figure it out when you get there. I guarantee you'll enjoy it!"

"Tell me what it is!"

"You promised to not search online. I guarantee it'll be more fun if you don't know anything about it. Tell me that you'll do it."

I'm 5'5". I could find a loose t-shirt that would hang down enough to cover my ass. If I didn't like what I found, I could just get back in my car and come home. "I'll do it," I said.

That's how I ended up on the last Saturday in August, driving down the highway wearing nothing but socks, shoes, a running hat, shades and an old, white t-shirt.

I had to hand it to Sandy, she'd succeeded in engaging my exhibitionist juices. I'd kept my promise to not search, but I guessed it was something like a rush-week naked mile. Then again, given her insistence on the t-shirt, it could be some frosh water-park themed event.

Just getting into my car had been an adventure. Sandy had said that I couldn't take anything other than my keys, my driver's license and credit card in the glove box, and what I was wearing. I live in a 4-plex on a residential street. I have a parking spot outside next to the building, so I had to leave my front door and walk around to my car. It's not like I have huge tits, but even though they're just big enough to qualify as c-cups, they still move about quite a bit when I'm not wearing a bra. As I left my apartment, my nipples were at full attention, so as I walked, and my tits wobbled about, it couldn't have been more obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra. Meanwhile, the shirt only just covered my bare bum. Other than the shirt, I was wearing running gear, but it was clear that I wasn't wearing running shorts, which would have shown below the shirt.

Anyone who saw me would immediately guess that the most that I was wearing under the t-shirt was some panties or a bikini bottom. Why again was I doing this? It would be so humiliating to meet any of my neighbours, or especially my landlord Mr. Jamieson who is friends with my parents.

I made it to my car without incident, but my heart was pounding so hard I had to sit for a moment before I started the drive.

It was already hot out and my car had been in the sun. I immediately started sweating. When I turned the ignition, the feeble air conditioning created a light breeze. I actually considered taking off the shirt for the drive, so it wouldn't be transparent with sweat by the time I got there. I did pull it up so that my bare ass was sitting on the seat. The cloth seats were hot, but I was already really turned on and I'd rather create a wet spot on my car seat than on the t-shirt that I'd be walking around in public in.

Oh, God. This was nuts.

Sandy had succeeded in making it more sexy and fun by keeping it a mystery. As I drove along the highway, my heart was a jackhammer and it was pounding harder and harder the closer I got to the campus.

I found a parking lot a couple of blocks from my destination. I still didn't know what I was getting myself into. I took a moment to tell myself once again how stupid this was. I was a bit early, so I spent the next ten minutes sitting in the car having an argument with myself about whether I should get out of the car or just go home.

Ideally, I would have left the t-shirt in the car so I could just sprint back to it, get in and drive away, knowing that I had something to put on to get back in my apartment. I was not that brave. There were a few people walking along the street, but nobody was naked.

At 1:25, I got out of the car. In that I was so obviously at least partially naked under the t-shirt, walking around like this was still really difficult for me. I was scared silly and super turned on. I kept telling myself that I didn't have to do this. If I didn't like the look of it, I could just go back to the car and leave.

As I walked along, people were definitely checking me out, but nobody seemed shocked at my choice of attire.

When I arrived at the location that Sandy had given me, I saw someone painting a start line on the road with a can of orange spray paint. There was a sign that said "Dare to Bare! 2pm!"

So it was a naked run after all. I took a few deep breaths, stood off to the side, and leaned against a wall. I had assumed that whatever the event was, it would start at 1:30, but I was going to have to wait for half an hour. I could have gone back to the car, but I was curious to see how many people would show up. And would they just arrive naked, or was there somewhere to put your clothes? Would there be someone to take clothes to the finish line for pickup, or was the route a loop?

I watched the two people who were going to announce the race get prepared. They finished painting the start line, they checked the battery in the bullhorn, and they got some music going on a loudspeaker. After about 10 minutes a few people started to arrive.

"You look ready to go." I jumped at the sound of a voice behind me.

The woman looked like she was in her 40s. "Hi," I said. "Are you running?" It was a stupid question. Nobody would run in the smart summer pantsuit that she was wearing. I guessed she was probably a professor.

She gave a little laugh. "No, just reliving past glory, I guess." She smirked. "No harm in seeing some attractive young men with little to no clothes on, either."

"You ran this event?" I asked.

"Not recently," she smiled. "Back then it wasn't Dare to Bare, though. It was The Naked Frosh Dash. It was at night and everyone got completely naked. Not like today where most of the participants wear skimpy bathing suits or underwear."

I let that sink in. So the other runners wouldn't be completely naked.

The woman watched me. I was biting my lip. "A few people still take off all their clothes. Mostly the boys, which is fine by me. There's always a lot of body painting. The girls that go topless and the handful that go fully nude always have the most creative paint jobs." She continued watching me as she spoke. "They changed to Dare to Bare in recent years because they realized that the fraternities and sororities could be accused of hazing if they made public nudity a condition of admittance. Back when I ran it, people didn't all have powerful cameras on their phones and the internet was still pretty new."

She kept looking me up and down. "You look a little nervous, so now I'm wondering what you'll reveal when you take off your shirt," she said, grinning.

"Ha." I tried to make my laugh sound casual. "I was thinking of keeping the shirt on, actually." I was blushing now.

The woman gave me one last knowing look, then nodded to someone. She gave me a pat on the shoulder and said, "have fun!" Then she walked away to meet a group of older men. I guessed that this was a fun spectator event for the professors.

While we'd been talking, several runners had arrived. Just as the woman had said, they weren't stripping naked. There was some bare flesh, but if I took off my t-shirt, I was going to be a very conspicuous example of full female nakedness.

I cursed Sandy under my breath. This was going exactly as she had planned.

I couldn't back out now. I could run with the shirt on. I told myself that it would still feel sexy. I decided that's what I was going to do. If I felt brave, I could take it off part way and carry it.

The guy with the bullhorn started talking. He didn't say too much except to stay on course and be respectful. "Be aware," he said, "there will be some kind people along the route with hoses ready to cool you off. You can let them know that you don't want to be sprayed, but the organizers do not guarantee that you won't get wet."

The crowd cheered. It was really hot, everyone wanted to get wet.

Sandy had insisted that I wear an old, plain white cotton t-shirt. It would be almost invisible if I got hosed down, and more importantly, my naked body underneath the t-shirt would completely visible.

I cursed Sandy again. She had known the forecast and she had known about this event. She knew that, unless I was going to bail completely, I might as well run completely naked.

Oh, God! It was about to start. It was time for me to put up or shut up!

Getting naked in public was what I wanted. Being naked with everyone staring right at me and taking pictures of me was EXACTLY what I wanted, as long as I could stay anonymous. Still my heart pounded and I wanted to flee! They announced one minute to the start.

I glanced around. I caught the eye of the woman who I'd been speaking with. She nudged one of her professor pals and pointed at me.

Oh fuck! I grabbed the hem of the shirt and lifted it up and over my head.

I was naked in public! I tossed my t-shirt onto a bench along with a couple of other discarded clothing items. I was sure it would be there when I got back. It was not nice enough for anyone to want to take it.

They announced 30 seconds to the start.

I walked into the middle of the crowd of participants. There were maybe 200 runners.

The other runners took notice. Several were holding up their phones recording video and as soon as they saw me, they pointed their phones right at me. All the other runners were carrying their phones, but I had told Sandy I'd leave mine in the car. She wanted me to feel as vulnerable as possible.

My adrenaline surged and just like that I started to feel better. This wasn't dangerous. I was naked outside in a big crowd and lots of people were checking me out. I suddenly felt a happy giddiness take over.

Until that point, the Mud Suit Mash had been my only exhibitionist experience. The instant thrill and excitement I felt being naked in public again was confirmation that I still liked it! I'd been incredibly embarrassed and vulnerable when my swimsuit came off at the mash, but here I felt brave, proud and sexy!

I suddenly wanted to run. I didn't want to shuffle or jog along. I'm a really good runner and I wanted to be up at the front.

I was walking forward in the crowd. 15 seconds to go. I saw a line of bare bums right up at the front. There were other totally naked runners and I decided that they were who I wanted to run with.

I jostled my way forward and got lots of comments. I was "brave" and "hot!" and "fuck yeah!"

When the bullhorn sounded the start, I wasn't too far back from the other totally naked runners that had gathered right at the front. They all took off at a sprint, so I charged after them, figuring I had a good chance of keeping up with the front-runners.

Only about a quarter of the participants set out at a running pace, and it was clear that we fully naked runners were the most determined.

I mentioned that I have c-cup tits. They're not huge, but they are a nice size for a girl of my height. I've also been complimented on how firm and perky they are. Well, they may have looked nice bouncing about as I ran, but holy crap it was uncomfortable. I'd tried a bit of jogging on the spot to see what it would feel like, but that didn't prepare me for how it would feel to run fast.

I tried holding them with my hands, but that changed my gait and slowed me down. I didn't want to lose the other naked runners, so I just let them fly. It was unpleasant.

I kept my focus on the bare bums in front of me and, as we pulled ahead of the rest of the runners, I noticed that there were three groups. They were all guys and there were four guys in each group. We turned down a couple of quieter streets as I slowly caught up to the slowest of the groups. The four guys in the slow group were purposely staying together. I could hear the strongest of the four runners saying, "come on, we're in last place. We've got to speed up!"

We turned again, this time onto a sidewalk beside a tree-lined street with a median and two lanes going each way. There were a few cars and they clearly weren't expecting to see naked runners. I had to laugh when an older guy driving the other direction on the other side of the median caught sight of me and unintentionally swerved in surprise. His wife next to him did not look happy!

A truck with an extended cab was behind the older couple. They had the windows down and, as soon as they caught sight of me, they slowed down, they honked, and a couple of guys started hooting and yowling at me.

One of the naked guys in the group just ahead of me looked back and said, "holy shit! There's a naked frosh chick following us!"

The guy who I'm going to refer to as their leader, because he barely looked winded, said, "fuck!" and slowed to a stop. I had just caught up, so I stopped too. The rest of his group ran a few feet more and then turned onto a path that led away from the road through the trees.

"You've got to go back," he said.

"Back?"

"To the main group of runners," he said, then realizing that I didn't know what he was talking about, he continued, "we're not doing the official route. We're running a race with a couple of other frats, and you do NOT want to follow us."

Shit! I turned and looked back the way we'd come.

"I've got to go," the leader said. "Good luck!" He ran down the path after his team.

I continued to look back down the tree lined street and realized that I didn't know how to get back to the main group of runners. Even if I found my way back to the official Dare to Bare route, I'd be last, running through the campus by myself stark naked.

Then I noticed that the truck with the hooting yowlers had done a U-turn across the median and was heading back toward me. Running back toward them by myself was VERY unappealing.

The leader guy had seemed nice. I decided that following them was the better choice and sprinted down the path to try and catch up with them again.

Now I was scared so I sprinted as hard as I could, and my tits bounced hard, up and down, and side to side. They were getting really sore.

I caught up with them again just as they were exiting the path onto another sidewalk. Across and a few hundred feet down the street was a strip mall with several cars and a few motorbikes out front. There were several people walking about and the street had a few more cars on it than the last one.

The leader guy noticed that I had pulled up behind them and swore again. "You can't be here," he said to me. The slowest guy in their group was wheezing and not moving very fast.

"I didn't know how to get back," I confessed.

The leader guy sighed, "look, we're not actually on campus anymore. We're going into that bar. You can do what you like, but this isn't a great place for a naked frosh girl."

Shit, shit, shit! "I'm going to stay with you," I said.

He sighed again as the group crossed the street over to the strip mall.