This story is a work of fiction and is not representative of my personal experienced nor is it about anyone that I know personally.
My thanks to ejcassel who was willing to struggle through my long sentences and lack of commas to edit this story.
Lacy Ch 1: Exhibitionism, Abduction, Day One
The angry buzzing of my alarm intruded on my dream, dragging me from sleep into the new day. The dream had become almost a nightly occurrence now and it was clear that the urge was rising and would soon need to be satisfied. I lay still, unwilling to arise and face the new day, struggling to hold onto the dream.
Eventually I became aware of the sun, it's bright yellow rays streaming through my open window painting the room with color. In the oak tree outside a Mocking Bird was welcoming the fresh new day. The remnants of the dream persisted. Today would be the day. Today I would satisfy the demands placed on me by my subconscious.
The dream varied, but the theme was always the same. No matter how the dream began I always found some way to expose myself to strangers. Mostly men, but it didn't matter if they were male or female. The crux of the problem was my need to expose myself and when the dreams reached this intensity there was only one way to make them stop, at least for a while.
Today I would go out and display myself in public. How should I accomplish the task? I could wear a skirt without panties or expose my breasts in some way, it didn't matter. Dreams like this had been my companion for several years now and the only way to make them stop was to accede to their demands.
My name is Lacy and even now, at the ripe old age of twenty-two, I am still unable to understand what motivates me. I don't know why I feel the urge, no, the need to expose the private parts of my body to strangers. Like many people, I enjoy being in the spotlight, the center of attention. But unlike others, I wasn't interested in acting, singing, comedy or any other form of performance art.
Somewhere along the road of life, I discovered that I got my thrills by exhibiting my body to strangers. It was such a turn-on to allow random men I passed on the street, an intimate look at something that they could never possess. I do not consider myself a tease. But to see the desire on their faces turn to disappointment as I walked past, out of their lives, was always a thrill.
During breakfast and throughout the morning, I thought about what I would do that afternoon, to satisfy the need. Slowly, my plan began to take shape. The shopping area of town would be full of people shopping, running errands or just enjoying the lovely spring weather. It was Friday, the first day of a three-day holiday weekend. Perfect!
Just after lunch I began to prepare myself. I concentrated on my reflection in the mirror as I applied a light foundation to my cheeks and forehead. My fair, smooth skin didn't need much help, but I liked to use a thin layer of foundation to blend out the few imperfections that I could see. A touch of blush added color and highlighted my cheeks. Finally, I applied my current favorite lip gloss and everything was complete. Standing back from the mirror I smiled at the image looking back at me and was pleased with the overall effect.
The need dominated my thinking. That is why on this lovely Friday afternoon, the first day of a three-day weekend, I was brazenly strolling down the main street of our local shopping area. I smiled as I walked down the sidewalk. It was a warm sunny day in early spring with cool temperatures in the low 70s. The sidewalk was crowded with shoppers enjoying the weather.
The outfit that I had chosen to wear accentuated what some would call my elegant good looks. I elected to wear a blouse that was made from an extremely sheer material. I debated whether to go without a bra or wear one that I had recently purchased. This new bra was slightly small for me but, what made it extraordinary was the openings cut at the apex of each cup. When I wore this bra my conical nipples protruded through the holes. I had never worn the bra before but I was sure that this black bra would contrast nicely with my pale skin. I was convinced that my pink nipples protruding through the holes would be even more erotic than going braless. A quick look in the mirror and my choice was made. The new bra highlighted my nakedness and made my nipples look awesome.
A ponytail of lustrous jet black hair hung down the middle of my back, in stark contrast to my creamy skin and blue eyes. I have high cheekbones and what I have been told is a full sensuous mouth. My full lips tinted a lovely but subdued shade of red. As always, I used minimal makeup.
To say that my figure was voluptuous would be an overstatement, but I certainly didn't consider myself to be skinny. It was a blessing to have breasts that were a full and firm 36C, topped with nipples that were erect and cone-shaped. Below my breasts, my torso tapered down to a 24" waist. It was trim enough to enhance my figure and provide a pleasant contrast to my hips, which flared out to a well-rounded 35".
Most men appreciated a well-turned ass and mine fit the bill. It was well-rounded and tightly constrained by the black slacks that I wore. The glossy satin-like material of my slacks hugged my ass cheeks leaving little to the imagination. The slacks were so tight that they dipped between the cheeks of my ass in back. While in the front, I could feel the seam nestled snugly in the crevice, between the lips of my pussy, putting a delicious pressure on my clit. The crack of my pussy was outlined for anyone that took the time to look.
Below my crotch, the legs of the slacks caressed the contour of my skin for the first few inches, highlighting my strong well-turned thighs. The slacks then flared out reminiscent of the bell-bottomed slacks of years past. On my feet, I wore five-inch fuck me heels in black patent leather.
My complete ensemble was intended to get the attention of men. All men. Any men. I simply craved the attention and approval that I got from men.
The exhibitionist in me was exceptionally strong. However, my modesty and the fear of getting caught deprived me of the ability to act on those needs very often. This was not something that I did regularly, but over time the dreams would begin again. Then the pressure would build in my mind until it finally overcame my fears, as it had done today. When this happened, it was as if I became another person.
As I walked I noticed a good-looking man coming down the sidewalk toward me. The moment that he noticed me was apparent by the change in the expression on his face. At first, he had seemed relaxed but, as he got closer you could see him focus. He concentrated first on my breasts and then more intently on my visible nipples. As we continued toward each other I felt a tingle of excitement begin between my legs.
As our distance closed, I was passing in front of a dress shop when I noticed a cute dress in the shop window. The dress provided the perfect excuse for me to stop and gaze intently into the window, which would also allow me to see what he would do. He drifted to a stop next to me and stood admiring the dress too. It was obvious that he was admiring my reflection in the plate glass window and not the dress. Turning towards him I decided to give him a good frontal view as I said, "That's a lovely dress isn't it? I bet it would look great on your wife."
As he turned towards me, his eyes remained glued to my nipples. He acknowledged my question with a grunt. My gut tightened and I felt my nipples harden even further. It was as if his eyes were a laser that was locked onto my nipples. At the last moment he looked up at me and I looked directly into his eyes. Making eye contact, I allowed my smile to widen. Along with the tingle, I felt the first bit of moisture between my legs. "Your wife?" I said again.
"What? Oh yes. My wife. It would look good on her, now that you mention it." he mumbled as he turned to walk away, thoroughly embarrassed. Smiling to myself I thought, "Oh yes! This is just what I need."
Walking on, I continued down the street thoroughly enjoying myself now. Turning heads like that was always a thrill and it never got boring. The act of showing strange men something that they would desire, possibly even dream about, yet never possess was such a total turn-on. I kept moving along the sidewalk, enjoying the way that my breasts bounced with each step I took. The feel of my nipples rubbing against the textured silk blouse, kept them hard and in a state of arousal.
