Allison left the house and checked her face mask. There was little chance of it slipping, but she was nervous. She got in the car, checking her face mask as she started it up. Pulling out onto the street, she made it all the way to the freeway before checking her mask again.
The Las Vegas Strip was shut down. Nothing was open. The billions of lights were dark. Allison drove down the famous, now-deserted street, and pulled in behind a strip of closed gift shops. It was dark and quiet. Even when the Strip was alive, this parking area was hidden and almost secret. She parked here often and almost always found a space. Today, she could choose any spot she wanted.
Getting out, she stood next to her car, trying to gather the nerve to actually go through with this. Delaying the moment of decision, she checked her preparations. Her phone was fully charged, on a strap around her wrist. She wouldn't be losing that, no matter what happened. She checked the pocket of her robe to feel her car keys.
It was all her preparation that finally convinced her to go through with it. She hated to waste all that effort. Allison slipped out her robe, her heart rate accelerating as she stood naked in the middle of the city. She was still in the secluded parking lot behind Vegas Tee Shirts. Nobody was around to see her. But it was still scarily vulnerable.
She wadded up the robe, her car keys in the pocket, then threw it over onto the passenger seat. Then she took a deep breath and shut the car door.
It was done. She was locked out and naked in the middle of Las Vegas, NV. Almost naked, she reminded herself. She had worn flip-flops to protect her feet from whatever litter might be on the city streets. And she was wearing her face mask.
In this pandemic, she was protecting the health of her community. And, should someone happen to see her wandering nude, she'd be anonymous.
Still, it took some courage to walk to the side of the building and head out toward Las Vegas Boulevard. She peeked out from the corner, looking at the high-rise resort hotel across the street and the other high-rise resort hotel across the street, and the high-rise resort hotel just down the road. Thousands of windows were looking down on her, Allison knew.
They were empty, she reminded herself. She was masked, she added. Step by careful step, she walked out onto the famous street. The total lack of cars was reassuring. A few of the giant hotel video screens were offering good wishes, promising to open soon, and reminding people to stay safe. This all served to remind Allison that the Strip was shut down.
She ventured all the way to the sidewalk, then grinned. She was standing naked on the Las Vegas Strip. This had been a fantasy of Allison's for years, ever since she moved to Las Vegas, just out of high school.
Without the total shutdown and the mask she was wearing, she would never have had the courage to do this. Perhaps this damned virus was good for one thing. It went without saying that Allison would have preferred that the nation and world stay in good health, but she was willing to grasp the silver lining of this dark cloud. She spun in a slow circle, enjoying the experience.
"I'm naked on the Strip," she murmured to herself. Then remembered that the street was empty. "I'm naked on the Strip!" she screamed to the city.
The city was silent in response, and Allison's courage increased. She walked boldly past the Paris Hotel, then crossed the street, Las Vegas Boulevard, walking right through the empty traffic lanes, waving at the missing cars and occasionally stopping to pose and smile at the empty hotels.
In the middle of the boulevard, she finally remembered her phone, still dangling from the strap on her wrist. She took a selfie with the Paris over her shoulder, then took several with the street running back behind her, the hotels on either side of her. She needed proof. Three years ago, she had promised some friends that she would one day walk the Strip naked. Tonight, she was fulfilling her promise.
She walked down the middle of the street, her arms spread wide, showing herself to Las Vegas. "Look at me!" she yelled. "Who needs a strip club or a topless revue when you've got a naked girl right in the middle of the road?"
Allison walked out into the intersection. She stood right in the middle where Flamingo Road and Las Vegas Boulevard crossed. This was just a little riskier. The Strip was dead during the pandemic shutdown, but even at 3 a.m., Flamingo had traffic. There were still people going from one side of the city to the other.
Her fear was gone. With her mask on, she felt invulnerable, like a superhero. An off-white Chevy passed going west. It never came close to hitting her, but honked loudly in appreciation. A green Honda slowed down as it went through the intersection, probably so somebody could get a longer look. A U-Haul went by in the other direction, but Allison didn't think that driver had seen her. She was almost across the street by the time it passed.
But then, she made the mistake of looking up. Four footbridges were crossing the roads, a way for pedestrians to get from one side of the Strip to the other without a crosswalk. And up there, on one of the bridges, a man was standing and watching her.
She almost screamed. But the moment of panic faded before it could be voiced. The man couldn't ID her. The scream died in her throat as she realized she was still safe. He could see her tits. He could see her pussy. He could see her ass. But Allison's face was hidden from sight.
"Look all you want," she called to him, spinning to give him a good view.
"I am," came the reply.
A bold recklessness came over her. "Come down here! Maybe I'll let you do more than look." Mostly, she just wanted some control over this encounter. But she might just go through with the promise.
The man didn't hesitate. He headed straight for the stairs and started down. But he didn't hurry either. Perhaps he had plenty of naked women in his life. Or he was just confident that this particular nude would wait for him.
Allison did consider bolting, but it was just an idea, not a real urge. She wanted this strange man to see her naked. If she didn't want such a thing, she would never have made this venture. She'd played it very safe, but nobody would risk going naked on the street if they weren't secretly willing to be seen.
The man arrived on the street level and approached. "Stop," she said, once he was close enough. "Six feet distance, remember. Social distancing."
The man grinned. "I see you're wearing your mask. Very safe."
"I see that you're not. You have a nice smile, and I like the beard, but tsk, tsk."
"What's your name?" he asked.
"You're never going to know," Allison promised him.
"I'm going to be picturing this moment for years to come. Give me a name to jerk off to."
"Call me 'Allison.' It was the name of my sister's best friend in elementary school," she lied, smiling behind her mask. If he was going to jerk off to her memory, she wanted him to do it right. But she wasn't giving up any secrets.
"I'm-"
"Don't tell me your name," she stopped him. "I don't want to know. When I masturbate, it's going to be to the memory of a total stranger seeing me naked on the Strip. If I learn your name, you won't be a total stranger."
He nodded, acknowledging that. "You did promise I could do more than look," he reminded her hopefully.
"I said 'maybe,'" she corrected. Looking him up and down, she noticed he was wearing a bandana around his neck. "Is that just for show or do you actually use it?"
"I put it on when I'm in public places," he said.
She looked around. "This is technically public. But I guess I can see why you're barefaced."
"Speaking of faces," he said, "I'm trying to keep my eyes above your neck, but it's difficult with your current choice of attire."
She nodded. "I can understand that. You can go ahead and look. I don't mind."
His eyes dropped to her ample chest, his appreciation clear. Allison stood and just let him stare. Two months ago, she had barked at a co-worker who had ogled her breasts. But this virus had shut down her job along with so many others. She would give a lot to be back at work with sexist cashiers ogling her when they should have been memorizing listening to her instructions.
Just being this close to another human being was thrilling. It didn't hurt that he was an attractive male. "Look at my pussy," she told him, spreading her legs to show more of herself.
His gaze journeyed lower, burning her sex with its hot attention. She was getting wet. She could feel it. Ordinarily, this would have embarrassed her. But now, she wanted him to know it.
"You're not supposed to touch your face," Allison reminded him in a whisper. "But if you use your bandana, you can touch my pussy."
