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."
