Lisa the Risk Junkie - Beginnings
This is planned to be a series of stories related to each other. They are not in any particular chronological order and each is planned to be able to stand alone. All characters are over the age of 18.
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Beginnings
She can't help herself. She knows it's stupid, but she keeps doing it. Her life's all fucked up, but she knows she won't stop.
She knows. She's a pervert. She can't help herself. She doesn't want to get caught. Or humiliated. It's the risk that turns her on. Her life is a mess. She's a loser. At her private high school EVERYONE went to college. Even in the public school everyone went to college. Except her. Her grades were bad. College was not even a possibility. After graduation she just continued to work at the convenience store and live in her parent's basement. With no possibilities. She swore that her former classmates stopped in just to feel superior. She heard them, especially some of the girls, laugh behind her back. She never had any close friends. Most of the others her age in her neighborhood seemed to dislike her.
As long as she could remember, she was scared and excited when she was naked. She couldn't explain it. Naughty? Vulnerable? Helpless? Risky? And as she got older, those feelings turned sexual.
The real start was one normal day. She had just gotten back from the pool. Her parents were both at work. She went out into the garage to grab a box of stuff she needed.
You have to visualize her parents house. Typical suburban neighborhood, except that most of the houses are old and don't all look alike. Her parents house stood atop a small hill rising from the street. The street was a relatively steep hill and had little traffic. The house stood back about 30 yards from the street. There was a driveway leading to a garage on the side of the house. Hedges on both sides between their house and the neighbors. A large evergreen tree on one side, a small evergreen tree on the other and a small tree in the middle of the yard.
The garage was empty, the door was open and the car was gone. She was in a normal two-piece bathing suit. While she was fumbling with the box, she got a strange urge. For whatever reason, she got the urge to be naked. In the garage. It seemed crazy. It was the middle of the day. The garage was visible from the street, and she wanted to be naked. She remembers feeling the cool, rough concrete on the bottoms of her bare feet. She had not noticed it before.
She felt that twitching in her clit. She had played with it before in bed at night, but did not really understand the feelings. It seemed that even though she knew that this was wrong she was powerless to stop herself. She actually moved into a little area between boxes where she could not really be seen from the street and removed her top. It was the strangest feeling having her small breasts exposed to the air. She slid the bottoms off. She set them on the box in front of her so she could grab them if needed.
She was totally naked outside! Well, not really. She was in the garage hidden in a corner. But for her this was amazing. She was getting more and more excited. And then it happened. She had an earth-shattering orgasm. Her first orgasm. It was the only time in her life that she ever had an orgasm without any clitoral stimulation. It was totally spontaneous because of the situation.
After she came to her senses, which took some time, she realized that she was naked outside (not really) and really felt afraid. Afraid. Embarrassed. Ashamed. She grabbed her suit and tried to put it on. The bottoms got all rolled up and she struggled but could not get them up. Finally she calmed herself down, took them off, untangled them and started again. She got my suit back on and scurried into the house. She went up to her room, laid down in bed and promptly fell asleep.
She woke up after an hour and at first thought it was a dream. She knew it wasn't, though. She thought about it. She thought about it some more. She fingered herself to another orgasm. She thought about it some more. In fact, it was all she thought about for some time after.
She knew just how stupid what she had done was and felt ashamed.
She knew she was going to do it again.
Escalation
Lisa was an only child and both of her parents worked. She was around the house a lot by herself. Not a concern to her parents because she was the perfect child. Never got into any trouble. Didn't mind doing her chores. Went to work to earn her spending money. They went every weekend to their vacation home in the mountains. She stopped going when she graduated from school.
She started spending time around the house naked when her parents were out and she knew that they were not going to be home for a while. It was a hundred percent safe. There was only one house that could see any of her windows and during the day no one could see in anyway. No one ever stopped over unexpectedly. Still, it was neat being naked. But not enough.
Lisa needed to try again. This time she went out in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Barefoot. Again she stood in the little niche that obscured her from the street. She took off her shirt and shorts and shivered naked in the corner - even though it was hot and humid. She reached down and rubbed her clit. It did not take long before she had her second orgasm. Just like the last time after she calmed down this seemed like a much worse idea. She was absolutely naked mere yards from the street. Again, embarrassed, ashamed and afraid. She carefully pulled on her shorts and put her shirt back on and scampered back into the house.
The next time she followed the same pattern. She rubbed her clit and rubbed and rubbed. After a while she started thinking of what it would be like to be naked not in her little niche in the garage but out in the middle where she could be seen from the street. She was getting more and more turned on. Then she stepped out where she actually could be seen from the street. Not in the middle of the garage. Only a couple of feet from her safe niche. But she could be seen if anyone was around. And happened to look that way. Her eyes were wider open than ever before. There was nobody in sight, but she was more turned on than she had ever been. She was naked and vulnerable and out in the open. She came like she never had before. She stumbled back behind cover. Again she hurriedly put on her clothes and ran back into the house. All she could think about was how vulnerable she was, how she could have been seen and how turned on she was. She brought herself off again in her room thinking about it.
Lisa was never one to go barefoot. The feeling of being barefoot outside when she was also naked, though, made her feel even more naked, vulnerable and excited. She started NEVER being barefoot except when bathing or changing clothes. She started using hand cream on her feet to keep the skin smooth and soft.
The pattern repeated. Lisa would go out into the garage, wearing only a long t-shirt, take it off and move to the middle of the garage. No one ever walked by. She would bring herself off, although it took longer and the orgasms were less than before. She knew she had to up the ante. She thought about it. What if she made her clothes tougher to get back on? How could she do that? She figured out a way.