My last year of high school was filled with excitement I never expected....
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My last year in high school had finally arrived, along with my nineteenth birthday. This year a new program was started that allows me to leave campus to work for a half day. I was unhappy that I had to report to a magnet campus across town for the class, but I was excited to get out of school early.
English IV was the only subject I needed to finish at my home school. After English class, I reported to the magnet campus across town for the employment training class.
Throughout my teen years, I developed an insatiable urge to strip naked outside. I could never understand why but I was always seeking time and places to do so. I made no attempts to show myself deliberately, but the thrill of possibly being caught was irresistible.
I had also discovered the joy of not wearing any underwear. The feeling of freedom from this kept me partially hard. Being a teenage male, I made it a point to relieve myself almost daily, an event that brought great joy.
When I first stepped into the employment training classroom across town, my eyes fell upon an object of beauty, Mrs. Richards, my teacher. My heart skipped multiple beats as she introduced herself. I had never experienced a feeling so powerful.
What just happened? I could not take my eyes off the soft-spoken goddess standing before me. I had never had a teacher like this!
Karen was about twenty-seven years old and stood about five feet two inches. She possessed the most beautiful facial features I had ever known to exist. She dressed very appropriately. The slight feminine jiggle of her rear underneath her pants did not go unnoticed. I was smitten with my new teacher.
The image baked in my mind that evening of the beautiful goddess teaching me offered a chance to extinguish the waiting flame inside my groin once again.
My new job as a delivery man for a local office supply company started immediately. I would be alone delivering supplies around the county daily and on Saturdays. She was to monitor my progress in this class.
On the third day of class, Mrs. Richards wore a dress. The first view of her amazing legs sent a spasm through me. I made a point to stay after class to see her.
"Can I help you?"
"I think you are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen. I have the worst crush on you possible! I can't get you out of my mind!"
She was taken entirely by surprise. Her face blushed immediately as she broke into a sweat.
"Oh, my."
My announcement visibly shook her. She was caught in a quandary.
"Well, this is quite a surprise. I am amazed by the compliment; thank you!"
A surge of hormones immediately sent shimmers of excitement through her making its way to her inner sanctum giving her pause. Am I getting aroused by a teen boy's puppy love?
Karen had forgotten how nice it felt to be admired. It was the first time any such announcement had been offered since she had graduated college and married. She smiled with gratitude and surprise.
Karen had no children yet. They lived outside of town in a rural area. Dan worked for the government in a position she could not discuss. His schedule required long hours and working weekends which gave Karen time for herself.
Weekends were her time to do as she pleased, which often meant some jogging down the country lane they lived on, which afforded her complete privacy. She was intent on keeping herself in shape.
Karen was disappointed that she could not find her favorite shorts today. They were extremely comfortable.
Lost somewhere in a pile of dirty laundry, she would have to wear her old college shorts today. These were made from silky thin material split on each side up to the waistband offering an unobstructed view of her upper thigh. She was not quite sure why she had kept them. She would have to revive her thong today, for sure.
She slipped on the old shorts and inspected herself in the mirror. The image she saw was different from what she was proud of. Her old shorts left the lower portion of her cheeks entirely exposed.
"I don't remember my ass being so big. I can't believe all these fat ripples on my thighs; I definitely need to exercise more."
"These shorts must have shrunk." There seemed to be no inseam at all, she thought, as she tried to account for two inches of her derriere hanging out.
Frustrated, she set off immediately to attend to her unsatisfactory condition.
Karen jogged out of her drive and down the lane some two miles when she suddenly realized a vehicle was approaching from behind—knowing that someone would see her dressed like this and had nowhere to hide only worsened her predicament.
Her body responded with a surge of adrenaline. The thought of displaying herself to a stranger sent alien instructions to continue. The sensation was overwhelming and controlling; why was I not attempting to hide my half-exposed ass? Her mind was confused, trying to comprehend these unusual thoughts as she kept pace on the side of the road, trying to regulate her anxiety. She did not understand the feeling of exhilaration she was overrun with.
The vehicle slowly approached her from behind and slowed to a crawl. She was well aware that her ass was being observed. "Damn, I can't believe I am showing myself like this!"
The strange van pulled around her slowly and finally passed. Watching the van disappear in front of her, she took a deep breath calming her racing heart somewhat. Karen had just experienced the exhilaration of exposing herself; it was empowering.
At the top of the next hill, she spotted the vehicle returning. Shivering with anxiety, knowing most of her body was being advertised wearing these shorts, she reminded herself never to wear them again.
Karen kept her pace, staring toward her destination; she was too ashamed to look over at the driver as they slowly passed. The vehicle passed with no issues relieving her troubled mind as she continued her exercise peacefully without further embarrassment.
Well, that went well, she thought. It was exhilarating at one point, knowing she had exhibited herself slightly and suffered no repercussions. The anxiety of unintentional exposure had passed but left a lingering notion in her. This strange new sensation was unfamiliar to her.
"Maybe I will wear these shorts again."
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Time went by quickly. The schedule of the course worked out great for my job. My boss informed me Thursday that Mrs. Richards had stopped by to check on my progress. He reported to her that I was a model employee.
Deliveries kept me busy. My mind was constantly thinking of nudity while driving. Suddenly I stopped and peeled my clothes off inside the delivery van.
I can drive to my next stop naked! This schedule of going bare and redressing for deliveries worked well and satisfied my need for nude time.
Friday, I stayed after class to see Mrs. Richards.
"How is work going?"
"I am doing well, thanks."
