This is a sequel to "Water Park Turns Sexy". The motivations developed in that story are referenced here, so you might find it more enjoyable to read that one first.
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After my time at the waterpark, I found I liked to show off just a bit. Mostly I satisfied this with more revealing clothing and giving the occasional down blouse view to a lucky guy. Once I went to one of those shoe stores where the clerk fits shoes for you and wore a short skirt with some racy panties for the salesman, but he either didn't notice or pretended not to.
I really wanted to do more, but I was also afraid of getting caught. The first time (at the water park) looked like just any accident, so there was no way for me to get into trouble. Nothing I tried gave a thrill anything like being exposed in front of all those people, but I didn't want to risk getting arrested or something. I studied for and became a teacher... one offense like that and my career was over. I also didn't want a reputation as a slut or a freak or anything with my friends. Honestly, I felt like a bit of a deviant for wanting what I did. The whole thing was embarrassing, so I was left perpetually frustrated. Until, that is, I heard about the adults-only night at an amusement park.
I heard about it from a girl I knew at the gym. It was about 50 miles away, so I figured almost nobody I knew would be there. The usual guests would leave that day at 4pm. At 5, the park would reopen only for the 21+ crowd. You show your ID at the gate, pay $100 for your admission, then get unlimited rides and beer until midnight. There was even a shuttle bus from the town I lived in. She even mentioned that last year, when she'd gone, it had gotten a little wild and a couple girls had flashed their tits on a roller coaster. I figured this was the perfect opportunity to set up some "wardrobe malfunctions" without worrying about anyone getting too upset or accidentally flashing some kids our anything. They even had an attached water park that would be open until sunset.
I bought my ticket and began planning. I figured that, with this place having a small water park attached, I could basically go for a repeat of what happened last time. I bought a new bikini for the big day, a pink string bikini that showed of quite a bit even before it would "accidently" come off. The top had a single tie in the back and the bottom had ties on each hip. A bright pink bikini that showed plenty of cleavage was sure to get me noticed, so I knew I'd have an audience when the moment came.
My anticipation grew as the day neared. I fantasized about what it would be like to show off again and was horny almost constantly as these fantasies played in my head the day before. Finally, I got on the shuttle bus wearing my bikini under my clothes and arrived at the park.
I had looked online earlier and found that the waterpark would close at sunset, so I figured I'd head there first. I got a locker just inside the main gates and put my purse, my shorts, and my t shirt in it, leaving me with just my pink bikini and white sandals. I pinned the locker key to my bikini bottoms and hopped in the sky chairs to the other end of the park, where the water park was. My fantasies ran wild as I rode over. I imagined getting to the bottom of a water slide with my top having "accidently" come off. A crowd of horny guys would be starting at my naked tits. Or would it be my bottoms that came off? Or would I be completely naked? Exposed head to toe for them to see, and to remember later when they were getting themselves off. I shuddered in anticipation as the chair returned to the ground and I stepped off.
I walked the rest of the way to the water park entrance. Every person I saw had me wondering, "will this be someone who sees me?" I walked right up to the entryway before I saw the sign: "water park closed for maintenance."
I stood and stared at the sign, feeling completely deflated. My whole plan was derailed, my fantasies were to go unfulfilled. The water slides had been the perfect opportunity to show off risk-free, no chance of getting in trouble for deliberately exposing myself, and now it wasn't going to happen. Dejected, I walked back to the chair lift and got on so I could get my purse and clothes from my locker.
Inspirations struck as I was riding. I liked the element of the "accidental" exposure from the waterslide. I wanted to be seen, but I was nervous about overtly showing myself. If I could plausibly claim that it happened as an accident, I felt like I couldn't get into trouble. Smiling to myself, I loosened the ties on my bottoms. I slid the string between two wood slats of the seat so that it would pull a bit on the string as I got off the chair at the bottom. I figured this would be enough of a pull (since I had loosened both strings) to leave me uncovered and scrambling to get my pussy covered up as the guys at the end of the chairlift watched.
The butterflies in my stomach threatened to burst out as I got close. I was moments away from my exposure, and I could feel myself getting wet already. Just before it was time to get off, I noticed that the line for the chairlift was completely full of college-age guys... maybe a frat that had all come together? The size of the audience made me question what I was doing, but there was no time to change my mind.
The two employees were on either side of the chair and lifted the bar up so I could get out. I slid forward in the seat and tried to get out, but the string caught more than I expected. My feet were on the ground, but I couldn't get out of the seat. My foot caught on something, and before I knew it, I was on my belly on the ground with the chair gliding over me. There was a mixture of laughs and concerned noises from the line, but they quickly changed to whistles and hoots. I looked up and saw the chair I had been on rounding the corner and rising upward, my bikini bottom still hanging onto the seat. I looked down and confirmed that I was, in fact, naked except my bikini tops.
As my bikini bottoms travelled farther, all sense of arousal was drowned out by panic.
"Stop! Stop the chair!" I yelled.
The operator, spellbound, took a moment to respond before hitting a button and stopping the chairs. I ran toward the chair, already up in the air, to retrieve my bikini, covering front and back as I did. The chair was too high. Even with a jump, I didn't stand a chance of reaching. I looked around frantically and saw a small ladder.
"Please help me! Can you get on that ladder and grab my bikini for me?" I asked the two guys operating the ride.
The gave each other a look that seemed to express something devious, before one of them said "Yes, of course, Miss," and carried the ladder over.
He climbed up onto the ladder but stopped only 3 steps up. After a feeble attempt to grab my swimsuit, he said, "Sorry, it's too high." This got a laugh from the guys in line.
"Climb up higher, then!" I said, exasperated.
"Sorry, but workplace rules say we can't go up higher than the 3rd step. Some kind of liability thing." He answered. "I guess you could try, if you want to."
"Fine," I answered, and walked to the ladder. As I reached it, I realized what was happening. I couldn't cover myself and climb the ladder at the same time.
"Fuck it," I breathed to myself, then dropped both hands and climbed onto the ladder. The guys in line started their whistling immediately, and the employee who had brought out the ladder immediately got into position below me.
"I'll keep it steady for you," he said. I looked back over my shoulder to see that he was all smiles, staring up and my naked ass and pussy. It was at this moment that I remembered that I had done this on purpose (well, sort of). I had wanted these guys to see me. I wanted to turn them on with the sight of my naked cunt. I felt a flush across my body, and a rush of arousal.
I climbed the ladder but made no hurry of it. I relished the attention, imagining how many of these guys were going to go home and jerk off thinking of me. By the time I reached the top, I could feel my pussy getting noticeably wetter.
I reached up for my bikini. Just as it was within my grasp, though, the chair above me moved and took my chance to cover myself with it.
"Stop!" I yelled.
"Sorry, they must have started it from the other end," the guy at the control panel told me. He couldn't disguise his smile. I couldn't tell if he was lying or not, but he was clearly enjoying my predicament.
