I love exposing myself in public. I've loved it for years now, ever since I was dared in high school to go braless for a week. Soon after that first experience, I started to get more daring. First it was simply to go braless, then it'd be to wear a thinner blouse, then to unbutton an extra button on the blouse. Over the years I kept escalating, putting myself into more elaborate and risky situations. I've never gotten caught though. I mean, sure, people get a glimpse of me sometimes, but I've never gotten caught in any way with consequence.
No longer was I satisfied with merely wearing a short skirt and nothing underneath. Don't get me wrong, I still find that hot as hell, but it's gotten a bit too mundane for my taste. On days like today when I get
really
horny, I crave something more.
I slipped on a pale blue summer dress. Underneath it I neglected to wear any form of underwear. They were not going to be necessary for what I had planned. With my purse slung over my shoulder, I headed out into the living room to find my housemate lounging on the couch reading a fashion magazine, a plate of strawberries perched on her stomach.
Kaitlyn looked up as I passed by. "Going out?"
"Yup. Just heading to the shops for a bit." I plucked my house keys from a hook near the front door. "Want anything?" I hoped she didn't take me up on my offer, because I wasn't really going to the shops.
"More strawberries please."
"Isn't that like, your third pack of the things already?"
"Yes, but they're so gooooood," Kaitlyn moaned as she took another bite.
"Fine. I never should have gotten you those chocolate covered ones last week."
"Thanks Ellie! Love ya."
I rolled my eyes. "Be back soon."
"Mmhmm, have fun."
Traffic was sparse around this time in the evening. The streets were mostly empty, with only the occasional passing car. I navigated my way to the nearby park, about 15 minutes away. It was more lively here, despite the rather late hour. The park featured a small lake in the middle, with the rest of the park sprawled around it. Along the lake's edge I could see several groups set up on picnic blankets, and further out was a lonely pair of kayakers. Huh. It seems a little strange to be out kayaking this late at night.
I turned my attention to a spot not far from the edge of the lake. It was a short distance off the main footpath. I had to squeeze through a small gap in the foliage, which opened up into a small clearing. Surrounding me were tall, dense bushes, which did a good job hiding me from view. I had scoped out this place a few days ago. I may be a risk-taking sexual deviant, but I made sure to prepare well before each excursion. I would be safe in this clearing.
I dropped my purse into a shadowed corner in between two bushes. Hooking my fingers under the hem of my dress, I pulled it up and over my head in a smooth motion. I stuffed the dress into the purse. From this point on I wouldn't have access to my clothes. All I would have on is a pair of shoes, and my phone.
The cold night air playing across my nipples instantly made them harden. I reached a hand up and started to fondle them. At the same time my clit was aching to be touched. I could feel a pulse beating from deep within my vagina. If anyone peeked behind the bushes at this moment, they'd find a petite brunette with one hand tweaking her nipples and the other rubbing her clit. What a sight that would be. Oh, I desperately wanted to bring myself to orgasm right there, but I also wanted to make the experience last. It took every ounce of willpower to force my hands away.
After checking that the coast was clear, I stepped out of the clearing and back onto the footpath. The path was mostly straight, extending both in front and behind me, giving me a clear view of any oncoming people. If I spotted anyone, I should have plenty of time to hop behind a tree or something.
Being exposed in public was exhilarating. I kept my head on a swivel, hyper-aware of any movement or noise. There was only one spot of safety in this park, the clearing where I had stashed my dress. And I was making my way further and further from safety. The distance increased the risk, and the increased risk, in turn, only served to make me wetter. I loved this.
By this point I had been walking for about ten minutes. My thighs were slick as my wetness leaked from my pussy. The throb in my pussy was becoming almost unbearable. I would need to find release soon, but I resolved to carry on a bit further. Just then, I noticed a figure in the distance. It looked like a jogger. A man, probably, judging by his build. I ducked into the foliage lining the footpath and crouched behind a tree. The shadows here were deep, rendering me nearly invisible.
I slid a finger inside me even as I rubbed my clit with my other hand. Soon I had gotten into a good rhythm. My breath became ragged as I edged closer and closer to blissful release. Suddenly I was taken out of the moment by the pounding footsteps of the jogger. He went past without the slightest indication that anything was amiss, that there was in fact a girl masturbating not 12 feet away from him. I removed my fingers from my pussy, still panting slightly. After taking a moment to compose myself, I popped back onto the footpath.
I figured I should probably start making my way back now, so I turned around and walked in the direction I had come from. The jogger was some distance ahead of me now, his back slowly retreating into the distance. Some part of me wished he would turn around and notice me. Unfortunately, while I was brave enough to wander around naked, I wasn't brave enough to actually be caught doing so.
Twice more I had to duck behind a tree to wait for someone to pass, and each time I took the opportunity to play with myself. It took supreme willpower just to stay quiet. Oh God was I desperate to cum.
By now I could see the entrance to the clearing containing my stashed clothes. But rather than make directly for it, I walked towards a nearby low wall. It was about chest high, so I shouldn't be visible as long as I remain crouched behind it. I sat down and leaned my back against the wall, then spread my legs. The lips of my pussy were swollen and oh so sensitive. I began thrusting two fingers in me, slowly and rhythmically. My other hand was preoccupied toying with my nipples.
While I masturbated behind the wall, I could hear people passing by along the footpath. Another jogger passed, their cadence matching with my fingers as I slid them in and out of me. I imagined the jogger from before discovering me, of seeing me with my eyes rolled back, about to orgasm. I imagined him taking his cock out and forcing me to suck it, even as I continued to work my pussy with my fingers. Perhaps I'll let him cum down my throat. As I fantasized, my orgasm continued to build, and build, and build. Eventually, finally, I surrendered to the pure bliss I had been putting off for the past half hour. As I orgasmed, I kept thrusting my fingers in my pussy, only slowing down as the orgasm subsided. For a long while I laid there against the wall, breathing heavily and smiling contentedly.
I got up shakily, feeling a little unsteady on my feet, and made my way the rest of the distance to the clearing's entrance. Squeezing through the gap, I arrived in the relative safety of the clearing. Grinning to myself at tonight's successful excursion, I bent down to pick up my purse from where I had hidden it.
Except... It wasn't there? The grin slid off my face. Wait, was this the right place? Yes, it definitely was. Those are the two bushes, and that's the gap between them where I stashed my purse, but the purse wasn't there! Oh shit, I thought. I went around the clearing to check the other bushes, but my purse and clothes were definitely missing. Someone must have found it while I was out. They probably took it to the park management office as a lost-and-found item. For a brief moment I considered heading to the office to claim it, but quickly dismissed that idea. It was one thing to be naked, but I was both naked
and
smelling like sex. I would probably get arrested.
Luckily I had my phone on me, so I called my housemate. She picked up on the first ring.
"Kait! I, um, need your help."
"What's up?"
