This is a sequel to
Mandy's Cemetery Adventure.
Miranda (Mandy) is twenty-two and has recently graduated from Lehman College in the City University system. This is taking place in New York in September 1977.
Paul is her new boyfriend she met a few weeks earlier. He is also the narrator of the "My Summer with Nora" series, most of which takes place three years earlier.
The exhibitionism and voyeurism here are entirely in her fantasies, although her walk around the neighborhood is very real.
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Miranda wanted to try an exciting new stunt for herself. About a week earlier she had walked around her neighborhood with just her garter and straps on under her skirt, and those were holding up her nylon stockings.
However, she had no panties on above those garments. She had found the sensations to be delightful, and she had masturbated three times when she had come home. But the garter had been ample, although it was open at the bottom, and it covered much of her pubic area. Now she wanted to know what it would feel like to have nothing at all under her skirt.
Mandy tried it one weekday afternoon near the end of September. Her outer clothes were rather modest. She had a short-sleeved blouse and a cotton skirt that came down just above her knees. She had to do some walking, so she had sneakers and white ankle socks. But under her skirt, she was totally naked.
Before leaving her apartment, she looked at herself in her full-length mirror. She was a tall, well-built young woman with short dark-blonde hair. She lifted her skirt and examined her body.
Well, Mandy, your behind and your crotch are going to be completely bare this time. I expect the results are going to be even more dramatic than before.
She went down in the elevator of her building and emerged on Sedgwick Avenue. She was going to follow a similar route as last time and walk down the hill about a half-mile to Broadway, a busy shopping street.
As soon as she was on the sidewalk, she noticed a similar effect as before, but it was indeed more intense. It was a warm and sunny day, and the summery air rose off the streets. Mandy could feel it on her crotch, hips, and buttocks.
There's nothing at all between me and the pavement.
As she turned the corner into Fort Independence Street, she was feeling the first tingles in her cunt.
It was also pleasing to know that passersby would see her as a nice, unassuming girl, not brazen in any way, and they wouldn't know that she was nude under her skirt. As she walked along briskly, she was more aware of her legs moving than usual.
I look like a good girl at first glance, but in reality, I feel so wanton this way. I'm not wearing a halter top and shorts like those hot-weather bad girls, but I feel so naughty anyway.
By the time she reached Bailey Avenue at the bottom of the hill, she was aware of her sexual arousal.
That expression, my panties are getting damp -- well, my entire pussy is getting damp right now.
She had fantasies of flashing herself at men, even though she didn't have the nerve to attempt such a thing. But the thoughts were powerful anyway.
I should just walk past the open doors of that firehouse and give them a glimpse of what I've got. It would be a lot of fun to be a complete tease about it. Hey guys, you're always rescuing people; rescue me from myself.
She decided to take the 230th Street bridge over the expressway. In a couple of minutes, she arrived on Broadway under the el train and she walked north. There were more pedestrians there and she was even more aware of the contrast between her appearance and her intense inner feelings.
This is better than last time, but it's almost too good; it's becoming a distraction.
It was as if the mere act of walking was going to give her an orgasm and rather soon.
Mandy thought about her boyfriend Paul, and she knew she could be instantly penetrated by him; there would be no need for foreplay. She had to stop for a few moments to gain control of herself. She could feel herself sweating all over her body. But the wettest part of her was now her pussy. She felt the fluids starting to come out and she worried about dripping on the sidewalk.
I've got to get a grip on myself.
She decided to go into a large drugstore and buy a soda. The air-conditioned air in there helped calm her down. Yet she couldn't meet the eyes of the young clerk who gave her change. She had the urge to say,
hey, I'm not wearing underpants under my skirt. What do you think of that?
Then she would quickly walk out.
But no, that would be unfair to him. She remembered Paul saying that a woman doing that would be committing a real provocation.
Outside, she stood for a few minutes and tried to deal with the situation. But when she started to walk again, that remorseless urge was soon back in her cunt. She could feel the cloth of her skirt rubbing on her behind and she knew her nipples had stiffened inside her bra.
I want to -- no, I need to masturbate, like right now.
She needed a place to sit down, just to relax, and she took a dogleg back to Bailey Avenue along 231st Street. Briefly she noted that the small Dale Theater was showing
Outlaw Blues.
I couldn't masturbate in there; it's such a little place.
She remembered the huge Paradise Theater on the Grand Concourse, but she could be home much faster than she could get to that place.
About a block up on Bailey there was a small park with benches, and Mandy sat on one of those. In a couple of minutes, she felt more relaxed, but the level of horniness she had reached wasn't going to go away quickly. She pressed her thighs together, which felt very nice, but she didn't think she could come that way.
Besides, I don't want to climax sitting here on a bench in the middle of the day. For one thing, I want to do some loud moaning.
Another fantasy came to her.
