My young body was trim and taut but not muscular, breasts firm and inviting with large erect nipples. A small red stone complemented my piercing, enhancing my vagina and keeping my engorged clitoris prominent. My legs were smooth, lean and shapely. I adjusted my golden waist chain over my hips and ran outside into the crowded street, feeling joy and satisfaction as the midday sun warmed and caressed my naked skin. I had become addicted to all the attention I received when I exhibited myself this way to complete strangers. The satisfaction I felt, on these occasions, reigned supreme. It was even better than sex.
My girlfriends back in the apartment building couldn't believe how willing I was to accept their dare to walk the kilometre or so around the apartment building in the middle of a business day. I had stripped off in front of them and twirled around in front of the full length mirror, totally naked save for the ornamental chain which graced my hips to decorate my body and enhance my nudity. Further to this I had two small golden rings to keep my sensitive nipples deliciously erect and prominent, even when nobody was around to see me naked. When I had talked to the man who had inserted them, about further decoration, he had suggested a clit ring with a garnet stone. This had a twofold purpose. One, to highlight my pussy and bring attention to my firm hairless vagina. Two, even more importantly to put pressure on my clit, keeping it in a pre-orgasmic state even when I was wearing a dress and nobody else could see it unless the wind blew my dress upward and I did nothing to prevent such exposure. With practice, I was able to prevent an orgasm as I walked around but I was always deliciously wet and lubricated.
People around me gasped in surprise as I passed them in the busy street and I overheard three men discussing my cute little derriere in rather crude terms as they walked behind me. Every time I speeded up I could hear their footsteps quicken to match mine, several paces behind me. I had developed a walk which I could quicken or slow down as the mood took me, but today I was in no hurry so I slowed down again. Women who saw me approaching either crossed the street or held their heads down and pretended not to notice me, if my nudity embarrassed them. Men were quite different in that their street crossing was more often from the other side of the road to mine.
Every so often I would get encouraging comments as I passed by a group of people but by and large they would appear awestruck and be at a loss for words. The one thing that remained constant was that their eyes never left my body as I moved on past them. This was what I had come to expect and enjoy.
Once I had stopped to attempt a conversation with a spunky looking younger man but he was so embarrassed that he looked everywhere except at my body, as if he thought I might be offended. I was really disappointed but I carried on down the road to my destination. That had been a shorter journey than the one I had been dared to do today and with a lot less people around at the time.
There was a danger element in undertaking such a public walk, as I was doing today, knowing that I may be taken into custody by the policemen that patrolled the street from time to time. The only precaution I had taken was to go out in the middle of the day when I hoped they might be at lunch.
My walk was going so well today that I decided to extend the walk for another block. I stopped at the corner of the street and waited to cross the road. The drivers of the cars nearby stopped to let me past, waving in a friendly way and whistling their appreciation as I passed their car on the way across the road. I was getting wetter now as I reached the next block and debated whether to go on. The comments so far had been highly flattering and I wondered if the girls back at the apartment were watching me. I stopped and looked up at the building and they were waving in my direction, incredulous that I was going further than I had been dared. I could see the glint of the sun reflecting off a pair of binoculars that one of the girls was using. That did it. I carried on toward the large group of people approaching from the next corner. I was in my element now and I felt like making a day of it. It was the most wonderful dare that I had undertaken as yet. I hoped that if I got caught the girls would come to the station house and bale me out but my honour was at stake and I didn't mind so much if they didn't. At least it would prove that the risk factor was very real.
I could tell that the larger group were quickening their pace to see if their eyes were deceiving them or not. I carried on toward them, hoping that they would be as pleasant and understanding as the other people so far. It was a warm day but the goose-bumps on my body every time I approached new strangers were more to do with nervous anticipation of their reaction than the temperature outside. I reminisced about the times when I first began exposing my body in public while I continued to walk toward the new group. My nipples were fully erect and my body had a natural rosy hue that it normally didn't have.
Without a doubt I was never exactly shy. From the first onset of puberty, boys had begged me to show them parts of my body that other girls had denied them. I was equally interested in the differences between boys and girls and readily obliged them as long as they returned the favour. It gave me such a thrill to see the excitement that I generated when I took off all my clothing and exhibited myself to them. As I grew older and my breasts developed the boys would become even more excited and ask me if they might touch them.
By now I was by far the most popular girl in the class and I often forgot to wear knickers when I went to school. I loved the freedom and it made it easy to attract the attention of some of the boys that I liked to show off to. Some of the girls were jealous of all the attention that I was getting and wouldn't speak to me. Others would dare me to walk home through the bushy areas of the park that ran alongside of the main road home, naked, and meet me a some prearranged spot on the far side with my clothes. It was always a thrill to accept the dare and hand them my dress and blouse before heading through the park. Many a time I was nearly seen by adult strangers and I used to hide behind the bushes while they went by.
One day I was caught unawares and came across two men and a lady as I emerged from the bushes. My first reaction was to run back into the bushes and hide myself away but by now I was so used to being seen by my classmates I decided to carry on. Strangely, they didn't say a word but I could tell that they were shocked to see me this way and they watched me until I was out of sight. From then on I realised that I was different to most of my classmates. They would have been far too embarrassed to continue their journey and hidden themselves away. That is, if they had the nerve to do what I was doing in the first place.
That was also the first time that I felt a strange sensation in my loins that came from my heightened nerves as I resolved to brazen it out. It was hard to describe but it felt very pleasant to know that I had their full attention. When I reached the pre-arranged spot the girls handed me my clothes and begged me to tell them how it felt to be discovered like that. It seems that they had been watching from a distance and marvelled at my audacity in not hiding myself away. I was the centre of attention as they hung on my every word while I did my best to explain the thrill that I felt. In those days it was a little harder to explain but now I knew that the feeling came from a pre-orgasmic rush.
It was also the same four girls that were watching me from the safety of their apartment building now. Although it was ten years since I undertook that dare and they were living in a big city now, nothing had changed that significantly. I was visiting them and we were reminiscing about our school days when the current dare cropped up.
