(CONCLUSION)
Back in Part 2: Our moonclad protagonist Angie visits the minimart in the buff, where she encounters a strange (but friendly) cashier lady as well as a very puzzled patron. After purchasing some lubricant, she sets out on the next part of her "mission".
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3:03 A.M.: After that amusing conversation with the stoned cashier lady, I step out onto the street once again. She was concerned at first about how I was going to pay for that tube of lubricant, since I left home butt-ass naked save for my mask and phone; obviously, I had no wallet or pockets either. She was relieved when I said I have NFC on my phone, after which we shared another laugh and I left. Sweet lady.
I am warmed by the fleeting sanctuary of the lights from the minimart; its soft glow embracing my exposed body as I stand there like an idiot lost in my thoughts. Suddenly, I remembered the couple I saw on the bench earlier before entering the minimart. I wonder if they're still there? I make my way to the playground. It's only a short walk away, after all.
3:05 A.M.: Soon after, I reach the main entrance of the park. I'm looking ahead for the couple on the bench I saw previously, but they're nowhere to be found. All I can see is the dark undulating paths of the park, lit only by the lamps' soft glow. And all I hear is the gentle rustling of leaves as my bare feet kick them up as I walk. The chirping of crickets is soothing, somehow.
I've always found this park creepy, to be honest, but it's a hotspot for couples to get busy after some hanky panky. My assumption is that the couple earlier either have finished and went off, or are still in the park somewhere to get down to real business. The thought of people having brazen sex in public places like these turns me on so much... I can feel my pussy juices running down my thighs as I walk. I know that deep down... I want to be the one fucked.
I'm not specifically after that particular couple, and if I do find any people having sex, I plan on watching them for a bit, to make myself known just to see their reaction. Let's see how my luck goes.
3:23A.M.: This park is as sizeable as I recall. Man, I'm exhausted from walking; no doubt the stress of doing it in the nude at risk of being caught is especially taxing. Fortunately, the cover of the trees along the trails and layout of the pavilions lends helps. I almost forget I'm completely butt-naked at times as I tread gently on the asphalt.
The trails can sometimes get so dark that you can't even see your hand in front of your face, I need to rely on the lights in the distance to guide me. Some parts of the park are so dark, I have nothing but the moonlight to show me the way, and the contacts I wore aren't too helpful.
At first, I never understood why ancient peoples got naked under the moon. After seeing the moonlight on my bare skin, though, I can safely say that I was falling in love with it. It felt more... special, somehow. Like a spotlight from a lustful celestial body gazing in approval. Am I weird?
I can't afford to get complacent, though. If the worst happens, being raped is the least of my worries.
3:36 A.M.: As it would eventually turn out, I spot a jogger as he appears under the streetlamp. He's a good thirty or so metres away and I'm still in the dark part of the trail, so he's none the wiser that I'm here. I figure it'll be quite fun to surprise him as a naked woman who appears out of nowhere, so I halt right before the shadow line to time my appearance with his pace, and cloak myself in darkness. As he gets within a few metres or so, I begin to walk out into the dim light. I can see that he has slowed down a bit in noticing me, but he doesn't seem to fully register yet that I am naked.
It's only when I close in directly under the light does he see me; he's stopped in his tracks jogging on the spot, looking at me while catching his breath. I walk forward casually as though nothing were out of the ordinary, when he says to me, "Very nice!"
